My favorite part of these CSI shows is that apparently the forensics experts are also street cops, detectives, prosecutors, and witness interviewers; I mean I'd be surprised if they didn't also get the case ready for trial and argue it to the judge as well...yeesh.
Also they wear pretty revealing clothes for operating on a crime scene. And never tie their hair back.
Oh god, why do the masses love these shows so
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shaz tell me what's cool to do in NYC this week and if you want to do it with me okay
this week, well, what's cool for me is writing that massive computer science program that i should've been doing instead of going to the halo 3 launch event
and then i am going home on friday to do things at home
this week is not party week... it is the week before 3 midterms and a paper week
so basically it is a suck week
they have die hard the puppet musical somewhere though
Shortly before the Patrician came to power there was a terrible plague of rats. The city council countered it by offering twenty pence for every rat tail. This did, for a week or two, reduce the number of rats -- and then people were suddenly queuing up with tails, the city treasury was being drained, and no one seemed to be doing much work. And there still seemed to be a lot of rats around. Lord Vetinari had listened carefully while the problem was explained, and had solved the thing with one memorable phrase which said a lot about him, about the folly of bounty offers, and about the natural instincts of Ankh-Morporkians in any situation involving money: "Tax the rat farms."
One of my favorite quotes
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I don't know who that is but I hate one-liners on principle so
HEAD ASPLODE, etc.
gosh it is hard to resist becoming a whore when I live in a hotel room designed for two people, on my lonesome, and that hotel room is the one nearest the back of the hotel, and at the end of the hall, and completely belongs to me
all of the hassle of stupid internet hook-ups and prostitution is gone
it is hard to resist!, but fortunately answering hundreds and hundreds of questions on OkCupid is far more satisfying than actually doing anything that carries with it a risk of rejection
You know Oboro, while it is understandable that a person in your position would have a deep connection to their sexual identity in their conscious mind when it has been a major instigator of many of your major issues and conundrums in life, sometimes I think you need to chillax and think outside the box and the penis which goes in it sometimes when pondering just how or why you are wherever you happen to be.
A lot of things happened to Spike in Cowboy Bebop. What are you asking?
The flashback scenes where he's on an operating table.
This would be a spoiler if it wasn't, like, the first episode so I'm not bothering.
Not quite the first episode. That's Sympathy for the Devil. First was Asteroid Blues.
One eye is fake. The only "why" you ever get is "lost it in an accident", but the reason for it is so they can write a bunch of really noir-cheesy lines about the eyes seeing different things "metaphorically" blah blah blah such and such mess with Faye's head shit.
A lot of things happened to Spike in Cowboy Bebop. What are you asking?
The flashback scenes where he's on an operating table.
This would be a spoiler if it wasn't, like, the first episode so I'm not bothering.
Not quite the first episode. That's Sympathy for the Devil. First was Asteroid Blues.
One eye is fake. The only "why" you ever get is "lost it in an accident", but the reason for it is so they can write a bunch of really noir-cheesy lines about the eyes seeing different things "metaphorically" blah blah blah such and such mess with Faye's head shit.
I thought it was implied that losing the eye was part of the Julia/Vicious clusterfuck that almost killed him and allowed him to fake his death to get out of that crime sindicate
Mang, I usually am not thinking with any sort of genital-inspired fervor. I usually forcibly push it out of mind-- granted, the last thing I am focusing on is academics/employment, but only because focusing on them is rather depressing and I'm coming to realize I am not ready to focus on academics.
There's a techie opening with an $18/hr starting salary and full benefits/protections I can get, guaranteed, if I am willing to suffer the 40+ hour work week. I don't see myself doing so well this semester that I can earn the full scholarship/transfer that I desperately want. If I get the job, I have financial security and can begin piecing together an actual life.
It's proving to be too much for me to piece together a life while trying to further my academic career without any sort of support network, and that support network is refusing to materialize. Dropping out (I think it's still half-refund period, joy), eating the cost, and trying to just live like a normal adult might be my best option.
A lot of things happened to Spike in Cowboy Bebop. What are you asking?
The flashback scenes where he's on an operating table.
This would be a spoiler if it wasn't, like, the first episode so I'm not bothering.
Not quite the first episode. That's Sympathy for the Devil. First was Asteroid Blues.
One eye is fake. The only "why" you ever get is "lost it in an accident", but the reason for it is so they can write a bunch of really noir-cheesy lines about the eyes seeing different things "metaphorically" blah blah blah such and such mess with Faye's head shit.
I thought it was implied that losing the eye was part of the Julia/Vicious clusterfuck that almost killed him and allowed him to fake his death to get out of that crime sindicate
All I know is I want whatever drugs Vicious is on.
So my favorite CSI is the one where someone had taken a bodyshot off the dead girl. And they lifted the "tongue print" and used it to find a suspect.
A motherfucking "tongue print".
I don't know how that so implausible when they have magic computers that take pictures with two pixels reflected through three windows and someone's eyeball and blow them up to clean 1024x768 images every fucking episode
It's proving to be too much for me to piece together a life while trying to further my academic career without any sort of support network, and that support network is refusing to materialize. Dropping out (I think it's still half-refund period, joy), eating the cost, and trying to just live like a normal adult might be my best option.
Eliminating furthering academics is eliminating a huge part of what "a life" is, as well as eliminating the ability to progress further later on. Also, the capacity to learn really does diminish with age.
So my favorite CSI is the one where someone had taken a bodyshot off the dead girl. And they lifted the "tongue print" and used it to find a suspect.
A motherfucking "tongue print".
I don't know how that so implausible when they have magic computers that take pictures with two pixels reflected through three windows and someones eyeball and blow them up to clean 1024x768 images every fucking episode
A lot of things happened to Spike in Cowboy Bebop. What are you asking?
The flashback scenes where he's on an operating table.
This would be a spoiler if it wasn't, like, the first episode so I'm not bothering.
Not quite the first episode. That's Sympathy for the Devil. First was Asteroid Blues.
One eye is fake. The only "why" you ever get is "lost it in an accident", but the reason for it is so they can write a bunch of really noir-cheesy lines about the eyes seeing different things "metaphorically" blah blah blah such and such mess with Faye's head shit.
I thought it was implied that losing the eye was part of the Julia/Vicious clusterfuck that almost killed him and allowed him to fake his death to get out of that crime sindicate
It's proving to be too much for me to piece together a life while trying to further my academic career without any sort of support network, and that support network is refusing to materialize. Dropping out (I think it's still half-refund period, joy), eating the cost, and trying to just live like a normal adult might be my best option.
Eliminating furthering academics is eliminating a huge part of what "a life" is, as well as eliminating the ability to progress further later on. Also, the capacity to learn really does diminish with age.
That's funny because I was going to reply with "you can always go back to school."
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Shortly before the Patrician came to power there was a terrible plague of rats. The city council countered it by offering twenty pence for every rat tail. This did, for a week or two, reduce the number of rats -- and then people were suddenly queuing up with tails, the city treasury was being drained, and no one seemed to be doing much work. And there still seemed to be a lot of rats around. Lord Vetinari had listened carefully while the problem was explained, and had solved the thing with one memorable phrase which said a lot about him, about the folly of bounty offers, and about the natural instincts of Ankh-Morporkians in any situation involving money: "Tax the rat farms."
It's proving to be too much for me to piece together a life while trying to further my academic career without any sort of support network, and that support network is refusing to materialize. Dropping out (I think it's still half-refund period, joy), eating the cost, and trying to just live like a normal adult might be my best option.
Eliminating furthering academics is eliminating a huge part of what "a life" is, as well as eliminating the ability to progress further later on. Also, the capacity to learn really does diminish with age.
That's funny because I was going to reply with "you can always go back to school."
I really want Oboro's life to turn out well, and am incredibly worried - or at least as worried as one can be about a person from the interwebs - that he is making ill-informed decisions. Possibly based off pop-culture.
Seriously ELM, there's not that big a difference between going to school at 19 and going to school at 20. You have to remember, I went from spending nine months couch-hopping and, at the end, completely homeless-- and below the poverty line for the past two years total-- and instantly was forced to transition back to the college lifestyle,
with a 10 mile commute and the necessary isolation of living alone, and at the end of the hallway, and being somewhat further isolated because of my life choices, and...
I know that I'm largely making excuses, but it's really been very difficult for me and the small victories I've made just segued into larger battles that are hard to juggle alongside the academic work. I've never lived with anyone in my life, but I've never lived alone either-- all of the rigmarole and responsibility is foreign to me, and I'm again on a poverty-level budget for anything other than on-campus food, and it's just such a struggle to make ends meet on all levels.
Academics are so hard right now-- I need to get a job regardless, and a full-time job I partially enjoy with great pay and benefits seems so much more ideal than a part-time job I'll hate juggled with academics juggled with learning how to be an adult.
Why do ex-girlfriends always like such crappy music?
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I'm disappointed by the assy response to devoir's thread, which I actually considered sort of interesting. It's different from the run of the mill D&D but I guess different is bad.
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My favorite part of these CSI shows is that apparently the forensics experts are also street cops, detectives, prosecutors, and witness interviewers; I mean I'd be surprised if they didn't also get the case ready for trial and argue it to the judge as well...yeesh.
Also they wear pretty revealing clothes for operating on a crime scene. And never tie their hair back.
Oh god, why do the masses love these shows so
why do you hate america
Some sort of mods to him?
this is the university of havana north
that's what bill o'reilly said
Quicker than last season!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcD0Mmyp3f4
I don't know whether it's supposed to be ironic or serious.
NO
MY HEAD ASPLODE
Haha ok I'll watch that, this episode on tv just got ridiculous.
WE IDENTIFIED YOU BY THE FOOTPRINT OF YOUR VERY POPULAR ADIDIAS TYPE SHOE, WE HAVE YOU NOW MUAHAHA
To be fair, they're nice jubblies
A lot of things happened to Spike in Cowboy Bebop. What are you asking?
The flashback scenes where he's on an operating table.
This would be a spoiler if it wasn't, like, the first episode so I'm not bothering.
7 minutes of David Caruso one liners
SEVEN MINUTES STRAIGHT
and then i am going home on friday to do things at home
this week is not party week... it is the week before 3 midterms and a paper week
so basically it is a suck week
they have die hard the puppet musical somewhere though
One of my favorite quotes
"You do...if you have something to hide." 8-)
"Murder...Miami style." 8-)
"The jury...is out." 8-)
"The doctor...is in." 8-)
HEAD ASPLODE, etc.
gosh it is hard to resist becoming a whore when I live in a hotel room designed for two people, on my lonesome, and that hotel room is the one nearest the back of the hotel, and at the end of the hall, and completely belongs to me
all of the hassle of stupid internet hook-ups and prostitution is gone
it is hard to resist!, but fortunately answering hundreds and hundreds of questions on OkCupid is far more satisfying than actually doing anything that carries with it a risk of rejection
click click click
head asplode
I think I have class in seven hours
Because I knew of the problem and ignored it
and at whatever retard designed this case
Not quite the first episode. That's Sympathy for the Devil. First was Asteroid Blues.
I thought it was implied that losing the eye was part of the Julia/Vicious clusterfuck that almost killed him and allowed him to fake his death to get out of that crime sindicate
There's a techie opening with an $18/hr starting salary and full benefits/protections I can get, guaranteed, if I am willing to suffer the 40+ hour work week. I don't see myself doing so well this semester that I can earn the full scholarship/transfer that I desperately want. If I get the job, I have financial security and can begin piecing together an actual life.
It's proving to be too much for me to piece together a life while trying to further my academic career without any sort of support network, and that support network is refusing to materialize. Dropping out (I think it's still half-refund period, joy), eating the cost, and trying to just live like a normal adult might be my best option.
A motherfucking "tongue print".
All I know is I want whatever drugs Vicious is on.
I don't know how that so implausible when they have magic computers that take pictures with two pixels reflected through three windows and someone's eyeball and blow them up to clean 1024x768 images every fucking episode
Eliminating furthering academics is eliminating a huge part of what "a life" is, as well as eliminating the ability to progress further later on. Also, the capacity to learn really does diminish with age.
*tap tap tap on the keyboard*
Enhance
*tap tap tap*
Enhance
*tap tap tap*
ENHANCE
Yeah, also it is why he can shoot so damn well.
That's funny because I was going to reply with "you can always go back to school."
I really want Oboro's life to turn out well, and am incredibly worried - or at least as worried as one can be about a person from the interwebs - that he is making ill-informed decisions. Possibly based off pop-culture.
with a 10 mile commute and the necessary isolation of living alone, and at the end of the hallway, and being somewhat further isolated because of my life choices, and...
I know that I'm largely making excuses, but it's really been very difficult for me and the small victories I've made just segued into larger battles that are hard to juggle alongside the academic work. I've never lived with anyone in my life, but I've never lived alone either-- all of the rigmarole and responsibility is foreign to me, and I'm again on a poverty-level budget for anything other than on-campus food, and it's just such a struggle to make ends meet on all levels.
Academics are so hard right now-- I need to get a job regardless, and a full-time job I partially enjoy with great pay and benefits seems so much more ideal than a part-time job I'll hate juggled with academics juggled with learning how to be an adult.
Why do ex-girlfriends always like such crappy music?