Er ... what you woulda and coulda?Quote:
Originally Posted by Surka
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Er ... what you woulda and coulda?Quote:
Originally Posted by Surka
Party like it's 1999?
NO - not 1999! Worst year of my life. 2000 was the worst too. After that things went into a bit of a decline!Quote:
Originally Posted by Shaggy Hiker
Should, coulda, woulda huh?
My new years started off great. I watched a documentary on Marvin Hamlisch.
Didn't he do the musical score for Behind the Candelabra?Quote:
Originally Posted by dday9
He sure did.
Also wasn't his symphony "the Anatomy of Peace" used to commemorate D-Day at one point?
Oh man, I almost forgot that today is almost everybody's birthday on VBForums!
What?Quote:
Originally Posted by dday9
Every new year on Vbforums, the birthday list is enormous. It's because if you don't enter in a birthday in your profile then it defaults to 01/01/<year profile created>
I missed it.
Mine didn't. I got attacked from behind by a guy as I left the club. In fairness to him I was leaving with his girlfreind. In fairness to me I had no idea she had a boyfreind and I do rather wish she'd mentioned his existence earlier in the process. Oh well, the only way is up.Quote:
My new years started off great
Sounds like a good time, did you kick his ass?
No, I'm a lover not a fighter.:cool:
Actually we just kinda wrestled for a bit then the bouncers pulled us apart. Thankfully I've been kicking around in the area for so long that the bouncers all know me and know I'm not one for causing trouble. And frankly I'm too old for fighting in night clubs.
I haven't gotten into fight sense my senior year in highschool, and I've been out of school for 5 years!!!
I want to get punched in the face and I want to punch someone in the face. I miss that rush.
I got punched in the throat by a bug. A nasty one, too. My new year started with antibiotics, and so it shall continue for another week. At least they are working. This is the first day in a week that I have felt pretty healthy. Still not 100%, but tolerable.
Eww, I know that must've hurt. I remember riding a 4-wheeler once in the yard and a mosquito accidentally flew into the back of my throat(no not a root beer float) and instantly just projectile vomiting. That wasn't fun and I try to avoid that at all cost now.
From a mosquito? Heck, that's just a bit more protein. It reminds me of a comic I saw one time that had two bikers riding down the road. One of them has his mouth wide open and is telling the other one, "my doctor told me to get more roughage in my diet."
I was refering to a bacteria, actually, though now that I re-read what I wrote, I realize I left that totally up in the air. Basically, I got something that swelled up my throat. It might be strep, might be something else.
Ouch, that really isn't fun. Nothing like hardly being able to talk and I'm sure you're all drowsy from the medicine they prescribed you too.
Meh, as long as he can type he'll be fine.
I can type with both hands. That's what's known as stereotyping, right?
Oddly, my voice was entirely unaffected. Considering how painful it was to swallow, you'd think I'd lose my voice, but that wasn't the case. However, it was painful enough that it kept me awake on the night of the 1st (which was the wrong night to be kept awake). I finally fell asleep at 6:30 and slept till 8:00. Yippy! 1.5 hours of sleep left me a bit detached all day. The doc gave me a prescription for some antibiotics and a prescription for a single steroid pill, which he said has been shown to bring rapid relief. The pharmacist then warned me to take the steroid pill right away (around noon), and that it still might make it hard for me to fall asleep that evening. I was too tired to mention that not falling asleep was pretty unlikely pill or no.
What was really interesting about the entire thing was that my out of pocket cost for the entire thing (visit + prescriptions) was less than $25. Once I get my statement of benefits, I'll once again be reminded how important it is to have good health insurance. I expect that I will find that without insurance the visit would have cost around $100, and the pills....well, I have no idea, so it will be interesting to see.
I'm upset with healthcare right now... I think that the topic should be moved away from the post race or I might get like Witis. And you don't want to see what I look like when I get like Witis...
Well, you'd have a pretty hard time typing with big ol' sausage fingers like that.
How come the Hulk busts out of all of his clothes....except his pants? I find that pants rip at least as well as shirts, especially jeans. Does the hulk have some kind of special spandex/elastic jeans?
They could be khaki's that have a denim print. I remember on the last day of highschool, my brother-in-law(then just a friend) and I tried to burn khaki's and they just wouldn't burn. They turned into this nasty tar like substance that stuck to everything.
I guess they wouldn't make good hot pants.
We were in the hot seat when my dad found out we burned $40 pants.
Would have been worse had you still been wearing them.
That is very true. Especially considering that my Algebra III grade was a 60 - D(the lowest possible passing grade).
Thank God we were on a 10 point scale then. My brother is on a 7 point scale now and a 60 would've been failing.
Then again, I use to do that to my teachers I didn't like. I would get D's and F's throughout the year because I knew the material, but didn't care about the class. Then in the later part of the year, midterms, and finals I'd get A's.
Unfortunately it backfired on my English II class. I passed it with a 60 too, but there was a rule in place where if the teacher could prove that you were intentionally failing the class and then got good grades(or vise-versa) that they could flunk you.
The next year I scored a 98 in English II and a 60 in English III.
In college, I took calc III with a teacher who was notorious for grading based on how much effort he thought you were putting into the class. The homework he assigned was brutal. I spent more time on that homework than any other out of class schoolwork in four years, but I'd still only get about half of the questions given. There were no grades on this, it was just about showing effort, and I pretty much sucked at it. There were only two tests: Mid-term and final. Naturally, since I wasn't doing well with the homework, I dreaded the mid-term, but got something like a 95 on the test. The prof chewed me out for clearly not putting any effort into the homework, so I worked even harder on it for the second half, but still only got up to around 6 or 7 of the 10 questions each time. That was an improvement, but not much.
The final was the most amazing test I have ever taken. I finished the test in good time, then looked around the room. Nobody else was even looking close to being done, so I checked over my answers....then went out and got a drink...then wandered around the halls of the math building. Eventually, another guy came out of the room and I asked if he was done. He gave me a funny look and said that he still had several questions to go. I asked him how many questions were on the test, just to be sure I had the right test, but I did. I had finished the test at least half an hour, and possibly a full hour, before the next person. Therefore, I went and turned in the test to the professor by hand to beg for mercy. It was an odd thing. I was going to come out of that class with an average that would be no lower than the mid-90 percent, and was still expecting to get clobbered because I came across as such a lazy-ass. As it was, I got a B+ for the class, so it wasn't as bad as I had feared.
Another test I remember fondly was one where I got a 9%, and still had the third highest grade. The second highest grade was something like 24%. There was also a gal who got somewhere in the 80% area, so the test wasn't entirely impossible, but if you exclude her as a clear outlier, nobody got even a quarter of the questions right. There weren't many people in the class, though. Below me was a 6%, a 3%, one guy turned in a blank sheet for a 0%, and another guy turned in a sheet where he had written down sometheing wrong, then erased it. I figure he got a -3%, though it was officially another 0.
That test sucked royally, but what a hoot. Looking back on it, the teacher must have been horrified.
The worst grade I ever got was a D in a typing class. The whole grade was based on how many assignments you completed. I had enough for an A, but did them all at the last minute and neglected one in the middle, which invalidated all the rest, so my grade only showed progress up to assignment I skipped.
The reason I did so poorly was something quite else, though: A buddy of mine and I figured out how to play a shooter game on an electric typewriter, and that's pretty much all we did. To play a shooter game on an electric typewriter, hold down the space bar and hit occasional O characters. For more challenge, add some other letter like A. Then, return to the start of the line and hold down the space bar again. On this pass, try to shoot the Os with Xs. Score a point for every one hit. If you are also using another letter, you lose a point for any of those.
There are many possible variations on the layout of the game and the scoring.
I've decided to go back to my 3d GDI+ cube project. It's coming along, especially sense I changed the way to display it.
Before I was trying to draw out each vertices, where as now I'm drawing out each face. The only thing that I'm stumped on is the rotation bit now.