Random thing you love right now that doesn't deserve its own thread

I got a new office chair! Space was not an issue!

tuffalobuffalo wrote:

I got a new office chair! Space was not an issue!

Did it have to be a chair?

A lot of people hate this hat. It angers a lot of people, just the sight of it. - Uncle Buck
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I'm happy to find I still love my 90's comedies. I'm a little relieved that my sense of humor hasn't grown overly sophisticated.

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Over a year later, and I finally have this book

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Just accepted an offer for a new position. New office, better benefits, and double the salary!

trichy wrote:

Just accepted an offer for a new position. New office, better benefits, and double the salary!

Holy hell, that's one big-ass pay-bump! Gratz!

Jonman wrote:
trichy wrote:

Just accepted an offer for a new position. New office, better benefits, and double the salary!

Holy hell, that's one big-ass pay-bump! Gratz!

Caveat, he's in Nashville so he's actually only going from $18k to $36k.

Minarchist wrote:
Jonman wrote:
trichy wrote:

Just accepted an offer for a new position. New office, better benefits, and double the salary!

Holy hell, that's one big-ass pay-bump! Gratz!

Caveat, he's in Nashville so he's actually only going from $18k to $36k. :lol:

Yeah, it did occur to me that getting a 2 peanut bump in your take-home salary meaning you're earning four peanuts instead of two misses the point that you're working for peanuts either way.

According to UPS, my new laptop is out for delivery right now.

Minarchist wrote:
Jonman wrote:
trichy wrote:

Just accepted an offer for a new position. New office, better benefits, and double the salary!

Holy hell, that's one big-ass pay-bump! Gratz!

Caveat, he's in Nashville so he's actually only going from $18k to $36k. :lol:

Yes, but think how swank my trailer will be now! We're talking shotgun racks, Billy Bass plaques, and a George Foreman grill for every room. EVERY ROOM.

whoah...livin' the high life, man.

oh, and congrats, by the way. Was going to tell you in IRC but then you disappeared.

trichy wrote:
Minarchist wrote:
Jonman wrote:
trichy wrote:

Just accepted an offer for a new position. New office, better benefits, and double the salary!

Holy hell, that's one big-ass pay-bump! Gratz!

Caveat, he's in Nashville so he's actually only going from $18k to $36k. :lol:

Yes, but think how swank my trailer will be now! We're talking shotgun racks, Billy Bass plaques, and a George Foreman grill for every room. EVERY ROOM.

Oh my god, you could grill delicious meats without even getting out of bed. Living the dream, my friend.

Jonman wrote:
trichy wrote:
Minarchist wrote:
Jonman wrote:
trichy wrote:

Just accepted an offer for a new position. New office, better benefits, and double the salary!

Holy hell, that's one big-ass pay-bump! Gratz!

Caveat, he's in Nashville so he's actually only going from $18k to $36k. :lol:

Yes, but think how swank my trailer will be now! We're talking shotgun racks, Billy Bass plaques, and a George Foreman grill for every room. EVERY ROOM.

Oh my god, you could grill delicious meats without even getting out of bed. Living the dream, my friend.

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Minarchist wrote:

whoah...livin' the high life, man.

oh, and congrats, by the way. Was going to tell you in IRC but then you disappeared.

Thanks!

Jonman wrote:

Oh my god, you could grill delicious meats without even getting out of bed. Living the dream, my friend.

Bed bratwurst! Pillow pork loin! Lounging liverwurst! Snoozing sausage!

Puce Moose wrote:

I'm happy to find I still love my 90's comedies. I'm a little relieved that my sense of humor hasn't grown overly sophisticated.

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For this very brief moment, Gary Busey.

Whoa! Wait, yeah, there it goes. It's gone.

Congrats, Trichy!

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Oh man I am procrastinating

trichy wrote:

Bed bratwurst! Pillow pork loin! Lounging liverwurst! Snoozing sausage!

All of these, but especially the last one, are now now new euphemisms for 'mah junk'.

"Come over here baby, if you dare wake the snoozing sausage..."

Forgetting my camcorder charger at the park and then looking at photos with the wife we realize the charger is on the ground in one of the images. I went back and found it 6 hours later. Currently it is drying off in a rice bath and hopefully will still be working.

Chairman_Mao wrote:

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Oh man I am procrastinating

That is terrifying. And awesome.

Today's Tales from the Trenches: Link

11/01/2012 - Anonymous

One of the publishers that I’ve worked for had all of the testers in the basement. Literally the basement of a very large office building. Three hundred of us would be in there, *comfortably* seated at plastic folding tables rife with various game systems, monitors, and the occasional computer for entering bugs into the database. In the middle of this single, giant room, were the glass cubes in the sky serving as management offices.

The only time that testers entered these offices were when they were hired or, in this case, when they were fired. You see, there was a tester on my team who believed that his job was to either test the Pause Screen or perform a Front-End Menu Soak Test. Mostly though, he talked on his cell phone. How it got reception down there is beyond me. But I digress. Despite frequently encouraging him to at least put the controller in his lap and periodically wiggle the thumbsticks to “simulate” testing (and thereby keep his employment), he chose not to even pretend to care.

As such, on one particular evening, he was summoned into the manager’s office / plexiblock. We all knew what this meant. It meant that for the next five minutes, Tester X had a captive audience of three hundred.

He approached the office door, but stopped - perhaps ten feet shy of it. Then, slowly and methodically, he undid his belt, lowered his jeans, and defecated on the short-pile rug. With the same deliberate speed, he stood up and rebuckled his pants, all the while holding a defiant stare with the QA manager.

To say we were shocked would be an understatement, but the night only got better. First one of the other testers was asked to clean up the mess.

“You must be joking.”

Then a subordinate manager was asked.

“Don’t we have janitors for this sort of thing?”

So a janitor was asked. An elderly, almost stately man who always nodded to us as we entered or exited the building.
“Oh, y’all can go f*ck yoself!”

If I recall correctly, he actually threw his broom at the QA manager, but that might be a creative embellishment on the part of my subconscious. Needless to say, no one wanted to clean up the detritus, even as the stench of it slowly filled the cavernous test room. Not the security guard who had been called to escort Tester X out of the building (he didn’t even want to touch the tester after learning that he hadn’t wiped. Which is odd, I’d have thought that a cleaner option than if he had wiped, sans toilet paper). Not any of the other testers. And certainly not the actual QA Manager.

In the end, the local Haz-Mat division of the police was called to clear the “human waste” and the entire test department had to shut down for the evening, giving us all a paid night off. This actually led to a corporate memo that testers who were deemed incompetent should not be fired, but rather should be laid off at the end of their current game’s test cycle in order to avoid future “poop incidents” and keep the rest of the test plans on track.

Tester X, I later learned, enlisted in the Police Academy.

Nevin73 wrote:

Today's Tales from the Trenches: Link

11/01/2012 - Anonymous

One of the publishers that I’ve worked for had all of the testers in the basement. Literally the basement of a very large office building. Three hundred of us would be in there, *comfortably* seated at plastic folding tables rife with various game systems, monitors, and the occasional computer for entering bugs into the database. In the middle of this single, giant room, were the glass cubes in the sky serving as management offices.

The only time that testers entered these offices were when they were hired or, in this case, when they were fired. You see, there was a tester on my team who believed that his job was to either test the Pause Screen or perform a Front-End Menu Soak Test. Mostly though, he talked on his cell phone. How it got reception down there is beyond me. But I digress. Despite frequently encouraging him to at least put the controller in his lap and periodically wiggle the thumbsticks to “simulate” testing (and thereby keep his employment), he chose not to even pretend to care.

As such, on one particular evening, he was summoned into the manager’s office / plexiblock. We all knew what this meant. It meant that for the next five minutes, Tester X had a captive audience of three hundred.

He approached the office door, but stopped - perhaps ten feet shy of it. Then, slowly and methodically, he undid his belt, lowered his jeans, and defecated on the short-pile rug. With the same deliberate speed, he stood up and rebuckled his pants, all the while holding a defiant stare with the QA manager.

To say we were shocked would be an understatement, but the night only got better. First one of the other testers was asked to clean up the mess.

“You must be joking.”

Then a subordinate manager was asked.

“Don’t we have janitors for this sort of thing?”

So a janitor was asked. An elderly, almost stately man who always nodded to us as we entered or exited the building.
“Oh, y’all can go f*ck yoself!”

If I recall correctly, he actually threw his broom at the QA manager, but that might be a creative embellishment on the part of my subconscious. Needless to say, no one wanted to clean up the detritus, even as the stench of it slowly filled the cavernous test room. Not the security guard who had been called to escort Tester X out of the building (he didn’t even want to touch the tester after learning that he hadn’t wiped. Which is odd, I’d have thought that a cleaner option than if he had wiped, sans toilet paper). Not any of the other testers. And certainly not the actual QA Manager.

In the end, the local Haz-Mat division of the police was called to clear the “human waste” and the entire test department had to shut down for the evening, giving us all a paid night off. This actually led to a corporate memo that testers who were deemed incompetent should not be fired, but rather should be laid off at the end of their current game’s test cycle in order to avoid future “poop incidents” and keep the rest of the test plans on track.

Tester X, I later learned, enlisted in the Police Academy.

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We have a delightful group of patients at the moment. To describe a few.....the slightly demented rabid Democrat, the very demented rabid Republican, the Independently minded non-demented yet politically astute person who loved Truman, the 98 yr old person who doesn't care. The topic of conversation as they exercised was, you guessed it! Politics! As one would expect, no one saw eye to eye and at one point ( I am NOT making this up) The Rapid Republican asked WHERE in the Constitution does it say, " Separation of Church and State." And no matter how any of us pointed out that it was there, the person demanded to know where. Even when the Rabid Democrat said exactly where it was.

Kiri wrote:

We have a delightful group of patients at the moment. To describe a few.....the slightly demented rabid Democrat, the very demented rabid Republican, the Independently minded non-demented yet politically astute person who loved Truman, the 98 yr old person who doesn't care. The topic of conversation as they exercised was, you guessed it! Politics! As one would expect, no one saw eye to eye and at one point ( I am NOT making this up) The Rapid Republican asked WHERE in the Constitution does it say, " Separation of Church and State." And no matter how any of us pointed out that it was there, the person demanded to know where. Even when the Rabid Democrat said exactly where it was.

Yeah...it's not in the US Constitution. So good for that person for sticking to their guns on that one.

SixteenBlue wrote:
Kiri wrote:

We have a delightful group of patients at the moment. To describe a few.....the slightly demented rabid Democrat, the very demented rabid Republican, the Independently minded non-demented yet politically astute person who loved Truman, the 98 yr old person who doesn't care. The topic of conversation as they exercised was, you guessed it! Politics! As one would expect, no one saw eye to eye and at one point ( I am NOT making this up) The Rapid Republican asked WHERE in the Constitution does it say, " Separation of Church and State." And no matter how any of us pointed out that it was there, the person demanded to know where. Even when the Rabid Democrat said exactly where it was.

Yeah...it's not in the US Constitution. So good for that person for sticking to their guns on that one.

The phrase 'Separation of Church and State'(capitalization yours) comes from a series of letters by Thomas Jefferson, and made its way into official documentation in varied Supreme Court rulings. It has been held as a goal to be sought, though there is some dissent. It never appears in the Constitution, the Declaration of Independence, or any of those other documents people tend to get confused. One wonders what exactly you were pointing out to the rabid republican. Darn those people for being inconveniently right.

Some notes:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Amendment_to_the_United_States_Constitution
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Separation_of_church_and_state
If you go down to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Separation_of_church_and_state#Use_of_the_phrase it gives a surprisingly solid breakdown of the usage and some references backing it up.

Miashara wrote:

One wonders what exactly you were pointing out to the rabid republican. Darn those people for being inconveniently right.

I see what you did there. Bravo.

*giggles* You are reading far to much into the conversation. Listening to 2 demented people have a debate is hilarious

Kiri wrote:

Listening to 2 demented people have a debate is hilarious :)

See also: GWJ politics forum.