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As a chronic people-pleaser, this is my advice for success.
Offer as little as possible. Be terse. Get rid of all those exclamation marks and tidbits about why you want to take a sick day. State your needs clearly and concisely without reason. Start saying “No, I’m unable.” more often. Say Thank You only when the other party deserves it.
Ha I wonder how many strokes the most complex Chinese character has like maybe eightee-
Has a Chinese son, names him bèng-dá, and he hates me
My beloved son 䨻龘 just trying to write his name in kindergarten
"Who said covid is over?"
"The government."
"You trust them? Really? I'm not a sheep, I'm wearing a mask."
THERE IT IS AGAIN! THERE IT FUCKING IS! i’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THIS PHOTO FOR YEARS AND NEVER COULD FIND IT!! THE LAN PARTY WITH THE GUY DUCT-TAPED TO THE CEILING!! BACK IN ANCIENT TIMES WHEN PEOPLE STILL USED CATHODE MONITORS AND WHEN COUNTERSTRIKE WAS THE NEW THING. THIS SHIT IS REAL. THIS IS REAL SHIT. SHIT THAT HAPPENED.
Blackundertaker for the link. So kotaku did an interview with a butch of people to track down the people connected with the LAN party.
From the article.
The picture in question originates from Mason, Michigan, where a close group of friends who liked to build personal computers and organize LAN parties grew up. Through Reddit and email, we were able to get in touch with a large portion of the group, as well as obtain verification and additional images…
For the Mason alumni, the night they taped Drew Purvis to the ceiling was just an average day, another LAN party with friends.
“It was still early in the day and the LAN had already become fractured,” said Nick Wellman, another LAN goer. “There were about 10 of us there, and we were already playing three, four different games. Tyler was looking around and said, ‘I think you can duct tape someone to that I-beam.’”
At this point, the teens gathered the necessary supplies, bought duct tape on a friend’s employee discount and had the tallest attendee, Brian, hold the subject, Drew, aloft while the rest taped him up.
What you see in the now-iconic photo is actually the group’s second attempt to suspend their friend from the ceiling with duct tape. After about 10 minutes, the tape digging into his sides, Drew asked to be cut down. They revised their plan, adding pillows, and strapped him back up. Once on the beam, someone else had the idea to stack some tables up so Drew could still play on his computer.
“That is the funniest part about the picture,” Nick told us. “Gaming from the beam was a complete afterthought.”
Drew lasted about two hours suspended above his comrades before retiring to the ground (turns out a duct tape cocoon runs hot).
So my dad used to work in a place that was kinda out in the wilds, right? Animals there and the like. Sometimes he tells a story about having to lead animals out of places people needed to be in with little breakfast sausages or packets of Oreo cookies or whatever. Cutes stuff like that.
But specifically, there are two stories he likes to tell about the outdoor lunch patio this place had. The first one is about a raccoon scaring a lady off from her spicy chicken wings, and then running off towards the river batting at its mouth after stealing one. Pretty funny, not what we’re here for.
The second is about a skunk.
Now the thing about this workplace out in the wilds that my dad was working at at the time (he was part of the safety department) is that a lot of the people who worked there were not used to being in the wilds, really. A lot of different sorts of things happened there and most of them were not particularly wilds oriented, the location was just out there for reasons that don’t really matter to the story. But some of these people had not so much as seen a particular large bug in their lives.
This story is about a skunk.
So my dad is out there one day, on that outdoor lunch patio, eating his lunch (as you do) and enjoying the atmosphere. It’s a nice day out, and there are some people out on the outdoor lunch patio that do not usually eat there. This includes a table full of Comically Beautiful Idiots. Several women and one man, to be precise.
Now, my dad (in the safety department) has no idea who these Comically Beautiful Idiots are. They probably do one of the office things around the workplace that he has nothing to do with. He’s largely ignoring them.
But this story, you’ll recall, is about a skunk.
Now, at first when the skunk walks onto the outdoor patio, most of the people eating there elect to ignore it. Skunks, as it happens, are fully aware of how stinky they can get, and the fact that most of their natural predators are also quite familiar with the prospect, so they’re relatively chill. If you ignore them, they’ll probably ignore you.
The Comically Beautiful Idiots, however, are about as dumb as they are beautiful. The Comically Beautiful Man sees a (gasp) Wild Animal has appeared on the outdoor lunch patio. He knows, in his Comically Beautiful Head, that scaring off a Wild Animal is Macho and Impressive To Women, several of which he happens to be sitting with on this day. So he, in his Comically Stupid Wisdom, decides that that is what he is going to do.
He grabs a stick from somewhere.
The rest of the patio notices this, and decides to move inside to the cafeteria. This cafeteria features a wall of very large windows, through which one can look outside onto the patio, which of course everyone who just came inside and a good chunk of the people who had already been in there opts to do.
Presumably, all of the aforementioned Comically Beautiful Idiots take this as a sign that their champion is the Most Macho Man At The Workplace, and he approaches the skunk.
Now, the thing about skunks is that while they are relatively chill all things considered (on account of being highly equipped for chemical warfare) they still are not the biggest fan of being approached by things several times larger than they are if those things are not already placating them with breakfast sausages, and they tend to make their displeasure known. The displeasure of skunks comes in multiple phases, all of which these Comically Beautiful Idiots were about to get a front row seat to.
Phase the first: the skunk begins to stamp its feet. There are objects such as chairs and tables on this patio, after all, and skunks are not honestly all that big. Perhaps, it may be thinking, this Comically Beautiful Potential Threat approaching it has not realized it is there, or that it has been noticed, and will go off somewhere else when it realizes that it’s in the area of something Geneva would likely frown upon.
The Comically Beautiful Man, however, is in fact already aware of the skunk, and pokes at the skunk with his stick a couple of times.
Phase the first and a half: the skunk stamps it’s feet faster and attempts to avoid the stick. It’s not a very speedy creature, so this doesn’t work very well.
The Comically Beautiful Idiot continues his ill fated gambit.
Phase the second: the skunk turns around. This is not, as some may assume, a sign of retreat. This is, in fact, in preparation for further displays of displeasure.
Our illustrious Idiot is, tragically, not smart enough to take the hint. He keeps bothering the skunk.
Phase the third: the skunk takes aim. Specifically, it does so by standing on its front paws, pointing the weapons under its tail directly at the Comically Beautiful Man who happens to be bothering it so severely.
The Comically Beautiful Man, I’m afraid, uses his stick to swat the skunk in the butt.
Now, the thing about skunk spray is that it is, in fact, a liquid, and not a gas as cartoons would have you believe. It’s produced by the scent glands in the skunks butt; they’re actually very similar to the glands many other mammals have, except built for war.
This liquid landed directly in the Comically Beautiful Man’s face and everyone outside promptly lost their lunches entirely. But that’s incidental.
More important, I feel, is the fact that the outdoor lunch patio was not usable for about two weeks.
So yeah those guys are smelly as hell.
Later on, this place would go on to fire it’s safety department, and of course explode.
