This morning while mowing my yard, my dog wandered off again. I am really trying to get him to stop doing that. However about an hour later, I spot him standing in the neighbor's yard just across the street. I step out on my porch and gesture for him to come. He doesn't. I step inside grab his leash, call for him to come, he doesn't. I walk out to the street, I call for him to come, he doesn't. I am just about to lose my temper.

Then I realize, THAT'S NOT MY DOG.

I need new glasses.
 
For some reason the new version of the forums has me thinking the brofist icon is the hugs icon.

Lucky I've been noticing as it could come off as a weird reaction to some posts, but if I ever brofist someone over something sad, I probably was aiming for hugs and didn't catch it.
 

BananaHands

Staff member
For some reason the new version of the forums has me thinking the brofist icon is the hugs icon.

Lucky I've been noticing as it could come off as a weird reaction to some posts, but if I ever brofist someone over something sad, I probably was aiming for hugs and didn't catch it.
Sometimes when I’m down, all I need is a brofist to pick me back up again.
 
Well, labs are done. That's an hour of my life I'll never get back. Poor phlebotomist has to enter the lab orders by hand into a very slow computer system, so it takes longer to enter the order than it does to, say, pull 9 vials of blood and collect a urine sample.
 
I went to my boss's funeral yesterday. I had never been in that church before. I really needed to use the restroom in the worst way. So I hurriedly duck into the restroom, and thought, "Hey this is really nice." I picked a stall half way down, and thought, "Wow. There's a lot of stalls in here. This church must be HUGE." I took my seat, then someone entered the stall next to mine. I notice that he was wearing some really dainty sandals. They were really pretty gold filigree sandals, and he had a really nice pedicure....

Then I realized that 'he' was not in the wrong stall. I was. So I bid my time and waited for the place to empty out. And I tried to walk out in a nonchalant manner. And a woman about my age walked in and panicked saying that she walked into the wrong restroom. I told her that no, it was all my fault, I did not notice until too late where I was. So I passed her and washed my hands. Because I am no barbarian.

The I strode out of that women's restroom like I owned the place. The group of Southern Baptists I walked into on the way out had a mild look of shock on their faces.

tldr: I broke the bathroom bill law by accident because I misidentified the restroom, not myself.
 
What is up with people not answering a direct question directly?
Q:
What was the result of the experiment? Was the difference statistically significant?
A:
Well, I came in on Saturday, and the water was turned off...
Q:
Was the difference statistically significant?
A:
So, I came in on Sunday since the water was off in the building...
Q:
Was the difference statistically significant?
A:
Yes.

Me:
Ok - thanks.

I feel like an asshole a bit, but I really don't understand why some folks can't answer a direct question with a direct answer. My mom does this too and it drives me nuts.
 
I feel like an asshole a bit, but I really don't understand why some folks can't answer a direct question with a direct answer. My mom does this too and it drives me nuts.
I've been giving this a lot of thought over the last year. It seems to be a common communication pattern, rather than goal based it's, for lack of a better term, relationship based. The answer is contained in their story, but not only is it not "yes" or "no" but you have to listen to the entire thing and understand bits and pieces that seem irrelevant to you, but are intertwined with their answer in their mind. The water being off, for instance, is somehow related to the answer you seek.

I'm trying to figure out how I can respect their thought patterns while still communicating without either of us getting frustrated. They get as frustrated with my "to the point" style as I get with their "around the bush" style, and it's not necessarily fair, I suspect (but don't know) to railroad them into my style.

There's gotta be a book or even an article about this.
 

GasBandit

Staff member
A new client, Brew Supply Haus, has informed us they want the last word in their name to be pronounced "Hoss" in their commercials.

Three years of high school German are screaming in my head about how wrong that is.

 
A new client, Brew Supply Haus, has informed us they want the last word in their name to be pronounced "Hoss" in their commercials.

Three years of high school German are screaming in my head about how wrong that is.

There's a furniture in Oklahoma the pronounces the S in Marquis. Okies also pronounce Prague and Miami differently than the rest of the universe.

 
At least that's how it's pronounced in the UK, too. I don't know ANYBODY who pronounces "Haus" as "hoss" instead of "house."
These are probably people who wonder why “taught” and “thought” sound the same even though they look so different, or who pronounce “draught” like “drawt” instead of “draft.”

—Patrick
 
Recently, while browsing Steam, I noticed that Divinity: Original Sin 2 is still high up in the best-sellers list. It's probably been played by millions or tens of millions of people by now. In other words, there's a lot of interest in this game. That then I remembered that I was the one who wrote the plot summary section for the game's Wikipedia article. In other words, my plot summary's probably been read by a whole bunch of people who were interested in the game and wanted to research more about it. Who knows how many people have read it? Thousands? Tens of thousands? More?

This thought makes me somewhat proud yet oddly freaked out at the same time.
 
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