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--- Billybob Shakespeare, probably
112 posts • joined 25 Apr 2011
I came here to rant and your post is the perfect intro.
My daughter, who has a *variant* of a rare autoimmune disease, yesterday was sent a message from her healthcare provider stating that her provider 'temporarily cannot provide a future refill' for her medication - Plaquenil.
I don't know if it's the fault of doctors hoarding or the Dumpster in Chief or the fuqqin' mobsterati.
The message went on to say that basically, she should try to make it last by expanding time between doses - simple!
I surely wish this was a world in which patients were actually cared for, in which providers and others were thinking on their feet and reserving a script or two for pre-existing patients already at high risk between this virus and their chronic condition.
So the shortage is here, it was fuqqin' instantaneous after the Slime oozed over the airwaves.
[Pssst know where I can score?]
OK the bracketed part is a sad joke.
" it was being given wall to wall media coverage in Italy, yet the BBC (and other news agencies) didn't mention anything about the story, even when you specifically went looking in the Europe section of their news website. It taught me a lot about the "free" press in the UK."
I read a lot, esp. political news, from many different sites including the BBC.
This case has piqued my interest - and is in the "never heard of it" category.
Not a ripple here in the swamp.
Sadly, I don't put anything past anyone anymore: "business interests" - corporations - oligarchs - politicians - all humans, and all not to be trusted. Robots? Humans built them. Not to be trusted. AI? I laugh at that term: humans like to pat themselves on the back for being "intelligent" and for the perceived ability to construct it artificially when they are unclear on the original concept.
Drag out 'Luddite' all you want, you edgy brilliant younguns: the plastic alone will suffocate you in the long run. Such pasty little faces!
Now go run along enjoy your "sustainably sourced" playthings... oh, wait...
Since I'm from the GCITW, it behooves me to remind those faithful readers (not the unfaithful ones they can go to hell) who have forgotten - or never knew - sarcasm is a higher mental function than can be detected reliably by children, those suffering from certain brain disorders, or right-wing nut jobs.
Though the alleged "president" of the GCITW was not a direct catalyst for the development of the notation '/s', we light orange candles every day in thanks for its invention, so that all may reach the same understanding and reap opportunities for chortling happily over these enjoyable rejoinders. Also it has allowed us to accurately diagnose the underlying illness of the aforesaid personage. Apparently there's a whole bunch out there just like him.
Oh Homer, no you can't...not my hometown. Even Detroit doesn't deserve that, to be overrun by Christian extremists. They need to be Tali-banned.
As a point of information, Detroit IS already populated even though its population has declined. So there's that. Its citizens would be none too happy about such a development. They've got enough on their plate as it is.
I worked managing records security for law enforcement. The records in question are commonly referred to as "evidence" which means there is to be an unbroken traceable chain of its storage complete with signatures, etc., comporting with the law.
Our accounting manager, who oversaw IT, wanted to give his IT employees more office space. He wished to eliminate our office space (we could do our jobs "anywhere") as half of the second floor and the entire first floor wasn't enough space.
Many records had a window of expiration; some did not and were to be preserved until the cows all came home after Armageddon. He made plans to move the records into the janitors' closet in the hallway, with its secure 'locked door' opening onto the hallway by the entrance to the restrooms. The records' closet, however, was behind its own locked door inside a locked office with access granted to 3 people. Exits and entries were also recorded electronically.
His plan to move the records into the janitors' closet came to naught when it was pointed out to him, via the building's blueprints, that the record closet in the record office was especially constructed so as to make it fire- and disaster-proof (i.e., encased in heavy metal behind the walls, ceilings, and floor). The janitor's closet, was not, although it had the advantage of being much smaller!
Long story to say: preservation of critical records was maintained. I, however, was reassigned. (Not to the hallway closet, thankfully.) I then realized that taking security seriously was something that only pesky troublemakers did.
I know Ohio. I have my suspicions that the secure facility was whatever the last beancounter said it was. Perhaps something along the lines of "U-STOR-IT" with easy freeway access.
! Don't say nothing bad about my uni ! It's in Detroit, and a good school. That is a fact. It's even a true fact.
Now, to the subject at hand, tell me where England is on a map. I've heard of it, that it's 'across the pond' but it sounds swampy --- which continent, exactly?
Twenty years ago: My daughter asks me to read over her homework for middle school. I tell her, look here, this word is not spelled correctly, and she says, "Just read it Mom, the teacher says spelling doesn't matter." I told her it does matter, and she's not to turn in misspelled work, etc.
I was sure to follow up with her teacher at the next conference. The teacher didn't want the students to "be afraid of writing" or tamper with the "free expression of their thoughts."
I used to teach incoming employees about many things including company policies in customer service.
One of the rules was "Use of pejoratives when speaking with clients is absolutely forbidden."
This, sadly, baffled most of the young things who furthermore usually could not spell properly so their chances of finding the meaning out on their own were somewhat diminished.
Come to think of it, once, in relating a situation to the fable "about the 6 blind men encountering an elephant" they asked me to tell them the story which none of them had heard.
Perhaps gaming does not instruct? I really don't know what to make of it, other than I must be an old Philistine. The non-racist kind.
"Generally speaking, an artist is a professional who needs a public (someone who paints/writes/composes for himself is not an artist, talented as he may be, but a hobbyist)."
hahaha! I get it! Just add $$$! - bang, you are a true artist.
With this mindset I imagine you have a line forming near your home or office, or possibly you scout for the best human investments. What a mensch!
Anyone who believes your statement wants some clarification about the nature of art. All of us need enough to get by. Some of us are content with 'enough'. Because enough is all one needs to continue what one must do, whether or not one is in love with the marketplace, however attractive its subjectivity and irrationality seem to those who would like to cordon off their financial interests from the aforementioned hobbyists. A hobbyist is obviously a term of derogation and means: I can't ramp up revenues from this unpredictable curiosity.
Well, 'generally speaking' (your caveat, as is the statement about "monks") we can see that imagination and deep thinking are in short supply. Viva la whatever symbol of exchange you worship.
in my previous incarnation working with police I've requested data from these carriers before, when there was no other way to get location information for callers talking suicide, callers unable to speak due to the stroke they just had, etc. Not everything is nefarious. Of course, not everything is innocent either, though I didn't see that. I do remember having to justify everything to the telcos - perhaps they are the real rulers of the world. Real rulers or not, they seriously need to upgrade their record keeping. They required us to fill out forms for every request, signed and of course noting the reason & particulars, except they never seemed to actually ask for them....they would pile up and eventually be taken away by our telco liaison...never any feedback on whether they were completed thoroughly enough, or whether any were missing...I would not call them gatekeepers at all. Each telco had their own precious form of course.
First off, that GTA V Pi$wasser commercial, Pi$$ed me off. It violates the old rule of 'only you (a family member) - can call your brother fat' - for others the statement is a thrown gauntlet. On the other hand, it goes nicely along with our motto of 'America - F*ck Yeah!'
Secondly, I don't drink beer yet my other half does, and has been home-brewing at our home with a partner for almost 3 years, first started with 5 US gallons now brewing 10 US gallons at a time. (I looked it up - approx 8.3 UK imperial gallons). The process of brewing takes almost a workday and they usually barbecue many delicious items for lunch while they're waiting, and sample a bottle of two of their former brews for readiness, if recently brewed and fermented; and for joy, as they sample their older brews. Each gets about 48 bottles or pints to himself after every time. They ferment for about 2 weeks, then test, and bottle/label the beers and let them rest another 6 weeks.
Their setup is made up of rubber hoses, thingamajigs, heating kettle, carboys, all kinds of stuff which they sterilize and use over and over. They will laugh themselves silly over this article and the description of its brewing and price. I think their biggest expense was the large kettle with taps/connectors, whatever they are, and it was around 100 US.
They have a tasting party every year and a number of people come to sip samples in a blind tasting and choose their favorites as the guys make all kinds - IPAs, and lagers, and red ales or whatever the heck they all are, dark and light. They always brew from grains/hops and create their own recipes and labels. The winner of the tasting for the year is brewed in November for their 'Anniversay' brew.
Also - they cart their equipment outside to brew because our lovely home is very space-limited with a big yard. Then all inside to sterilize stuff, bottle & cap when ready, and label. Our downstairs bathroom is a bit spacious & so kept temp-controlled and is the 'fermentation room'. (It used to be the darkroom).
Since my beverage of choice is wine or liquor when I indulge, ours is a marriage made in heaven. The guys give it away to their friends and bring it to parties and celebrations. The only time one of their brews failed came after a year of brewing and they made an additonal brew for a wedding - it turned out flat, we use it for a marinade. The couple received another gift instead (weren't told in case they were superstitious).
Aside from that, I detest crowdfunding appeals from people who are financially fine. Unbelievable that they have raised that amount of money. Especially for stupid-a$$ consumer crap that makes its own crap.
I'm fairly certain Don Jefe appreciates what one must go through to be a proper Domestic Engineer, even though the standards fluctuate from one situation to the next & the engineers themselves are not given much credit.
Re locomotive engineers, they are now being replaced with remote-control boxes worn by the yard crews. At least here in the US. Perhaps MS could retool some of them.
the magic and wonder of math is all I have left ... switching math 'methods' on schoolchildren who had already studied it for a few years (mid-elementary school) tossed a lot of us to the curb. One Friday we went home loving math. Monday we were to continue on using a new method - completely baffling - and at the same time efficiently giving us a round sense of failure.
We don't need another right-wing numbtit in the US. In fact, we're trying to figure out what to do with the home-grown ones we already have.
Did no one tell this gladhander that we are a DANGEROUS country in which to raise a family? Huh? Huh?
We have guns. Guns, do you hear me?
(The right-wing numbtit is a common bird indeed.)
Well at last, a sensible solution for [gas] cloud storage - if you can access your output later - but count me out, I don't want to be around when you restore your viles.
On another note, I certainly did not know so many - er, men, right men? - were anally offensive and proud of it. Yes you are real pieces of work. Tell me again how fabulous you are? OOH you made a stinky smell. What the hell.
My family and I have been waiting for the right time to reveal ourselves. The only thing we haven't been able to figure out is how to hack a Yahoo group which the admins refuse to grant us permission. Other than that, this has been a great vacation and we've been enjoying great weather. You all are awesome.
Now, myself, I have to stand up twice to cast a shadow...
but what has been revealed here is that overeaters & gluttons exist who are NOT American...!!!
Looks like I'm readin' somethin' I ain't never read befo'.
Commentards who rip on Americans for piggish greed can kiss my go-to-hell.
to the one yclept 'Ben Holmes' : How sucketh must it to be thee, verily. Hie thee off this forum! Or stay according to thy will, sire.
Secondly, why not call it Babel, as in, Tower of? So many folks with buying power loves that old time religion.
Babel Away Dollars Application Server System (BADASS). Gives it a bit of edge.
Unbelievable that people spend the only life trying to chase more more more. How empty inside is Larry Ellison by the way? Empty as Paris? Emptier.
for yet another gorgeous photo of my Golden, Golden Gate. It's painted in 'International Orange'. To have the Endeavour make a pass over San Francisco Bay is apt and fitting. Most of us have also "slipped the surly bonds of earth" as well, thank god.
I down-voted those still on earth who felt it necessary to insinuate Republican dirt into their posts. Still grounded you are. What made the space program was imagination and education and the will to excel. Science is golden.
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