My brother had ADS (what it used to be called) and by the time he was a senior I did some of his homework for him. Mostly reports. The best part was I didn't really have to put much effort into it since all he wanted was a C. Plus I would purposely write even sloppier, which was still better than his handwriting. I wouldn't be surprised if his teachers knew and just wanted him gone so let it go. They had to question how he was suddenly getting C's on reports. My parents knew and by this point didn't care either. They didn't want another summer of summer school and wanted him to graduate with his class.
So, the tornadoes in the midwest have got me thinking. If you have to live in an area, and there is an emminent threat of a natural disaster, but based on the area you live the disaster is different. Would you rather live in an area prone to wildfires, tornadoes or hurricanes? I'll take wildfires. There's always time to get away. Plus it means I'm probably not living some place insanely humid.
I have the shittiest cursive handwriting on the planet and still look down my nose at you simpletons that still use block letters like children using crayons. Block lettering is just less efficient with all that separation between every single letter. E-readers are the shit too. I have a nook and downloaded a single torrent that gave me more books than I can read in a lifetime. Plus the little percentage count at the bottom is just as, if not more, satisfying than feeling the thickness change as you page through a book.
Taking Hurricanes. I live on the Texas coast. We see them coming days in advance. Cat I. No problem. Cat II. Should be thought about. Cat III or above? Get the fuck out and worry about your shit later. EDIT Really, though. We watch the 'whip' of the storm to see what we're in for. Nothing like a tornado or fire.
Truthfully, it always pissed me off that I was graded on my penmanship. Penmanship is a form of art, and some of us aren't artistically gifted. I always got D's and F's for penmanship, and it's not like I wasn't trying...I was. I just can't visualize shit. I can hear music in my mind and recreate it, but visual art? Forget it. I can't draw a decent stick figure because I can't visualize in my mind what I really want said stick figure to look like. Penmanship and mandatory art really fucked with my GPA. Music wasn't mandatory, so why the fuck was art? Seriously, in 7th grade art the teacher gave us each a block of clay and told us to sculpt something. I turned in something that resembled dog shit, because that's what it was. A sculpture of dog shit. It was very realistic, even moreso realistic then the unicorn someone else sculpted with their block of clay. The unicorn got an A and I got sent to the office to explain myself.
Showing your age. We were never graded on penmanship outside of first learning cursive in 2nd grade. Every teacher told me, "Well in middle school/high school/college they'll just refuse to grade your papers and fail you immediately." When I got to college microsoft word had been the norm for going on a decade. The two times I had to use a blue book for a written exam neither one gave a shit they could barely read my chicken scratch and graded me on the substance.....
A couple of months ago a guy started a conversation with "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward" which put me on edge because I worried would I know what to say, how to respond, etc. He then finished with "but I really like the highlights in your hair." Oh. Okay. Thank you. That was nice. I considered the rest of the day a good hair day.
Mental note: women like subtle compliments... Wait I already knew that. Yea, and that was my first thought, that the guy who said that is gay.
Man, I usually try and not have any regrets, but I deeply regret not striking up a conversation with that guy now. He looked like James McAvoy. But, he was on his way out and I was really flustered by the whole kilt/winking combination. What are you going to do.
Re: It's Pronounced "GIF", Weekend Drunk Thread I don't think I could even write in cursive any more, without having to think about it the whole time. Military broke us down to block printing. It's all easily legible. As for my signature, I worked out a way to connect all the letters in my name that wasn't cursive way back in 7th grade. It has since devolved into "I___________ J C__________" Basically my initials with lines for the rest of the first and last name, and slashes over each line for the cross bar on the As.
I thought the same thing. He was an older guy so I also thought maybe it was awkward flirting. I'm awful at reading that stuff, so who knows. Audrey--keep frequenting the place you saw him and maybe you will run into him again.
I'm a closet weather geek (I've had my tv on TWC for the past 6 hours or so.) I've been through hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes, and major blizzards. Wild fires were a pretty much every year occurrence growing up in Idaho, so I guess I've lived with that threat too. The only thing I haven't experienced is a major flood or a meteor strike. I love a good storm of any type, and the more violent the storm, the more likely I'll do something dumb and potentially fatally stupid. When the tornado hit my flea market I knew there was a tornado coming, and while others hunkered down in storm shelters, I went up to my father's unfinished house and strapped a couple of tractors to the porch because why the fuck not? The tornado hit the flea market and jumped over dad's house. It was scary as shit when that fucker hit. I was in a framed in house with no walls and a roof, but I did have an exit strategy...there was a big holler behind the house I could jump into if need be. It was an adrenaline rush, big storms make my dick hard.
Today was awesome; Li'l Bandit and I got to explore another abandoned building! It had the tallest freestanding spiral staircase I've ever seen, and of course we climbed it. We found a supended cat-walk that was 50-feet up, but it seemed kinda iffy, what with all the rust, so I'll have to try it out on my own. Spoiler The old building: Spoiler Li'l Bandit appraising the stairway Spoiler Li'l Bandit approves this message! Spoiler Me on the stairway.
My good friend grew up in St. Louis and is there this weekend to do some wedding stuff or whatever. His brother's place came within 100 yards of the tornado touchdown, and the same brother's workplace got demolished.