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I hope Glitch wins a Darwin Award with them.
After reading both Biggiy's and Glenn's posts, Both parties will be fine.
I just can't stop thinking about what I saw with the people on the corner lighting fireworks under a tree. On their lawn, sitting spread-eagled on their lawn with the fireworks soooo close to their crotches... I mean, shit, I saw a firework land on the pavement right in front of me as I was walking home.
People, Americans, that is, most often use fireworks on holidays, when they are most frequently intoxicated. It's no wonder that people do stupid things when they're full of booze.
When my family first moved out to where we are now, it was the day after my brother graduated from high school. We held a grad/independence day/house warming party shortly thereafter, and that night, and he invited some of his friends up to hang out. This included his girlfriend, his best friend, and some lesser friend named Jason. Jason was an idiot.
It began to rain later that night, so the five of us were out in our barn shooting bottle rockets out into the rain using a section of pipe. I had the curious idea to place a rocket into an alluminum can, and without parental supervision, I was free to do so. Jason, seeing my bold idea, decided to one up me, and place one inside a glass bottle. He proceeded to hold this bottle in his hand, right up until the moment that it exploded and showered us all in glass shards.
After that, we took the lighter away from him.
It isn't. Neither is religion. He just happens to believe, like most people, that his personal opinions are correct and people who don't agree are dumb. He's an empiricist, and therefore anything that cannot be seen or touched does not exist. Life is simple when all you believe is what you can see in front of you.Quote:
Originally Posted by phattonez
You know, I'd really hate to think that this thread is going to devolve into a science vs. religion debate outside of the proper forum.
So, after work today, I had to go install some toilet seats at my church in preparation for a wedding next saturday. And the wife of the guy who leads the youth group (which I work in) is there with her three daughters cleaning. They're all 13 and lower, with a couple years in between. The smallest one is about five, I think, and she wants to help me. So, I tell her to carry my tools out of my trunk (basic 100-ish piece toolkit) while I carry the toilet seats.
Once we're inside, she wants to stick around and help. Fine, I think. It's cute that she wants to assist, and it'll probably keep her out of her mother's hair, so why not? I start on the first one, taking the old seat off and opening the new package. The nuts that went to the bolts were olive shaped and open at both ends. I've never seen these before, and by time I get mine on, I notice that something isn't right. I've screwed the nut all the way on, but I can still grab the seat and lift it an inch off of the bowl.
Upon checking the other side, I find that this phenomenon does not exist. The nut is tightened as well as mine, but the bowl and seat do not separate. I can't figure out what the problem is. Both sides are screwed on. Mine is wrong. Hers is not. Not only can I not install a toilet seat properly, but I've been outsmarted by a five year old.
As it turns out, I needed to align some spokes on the outside of the nut with the plastic mount and then twist the bolt from the top. The other seats were a breeze after that, but my pride was still very much bruised. Have any of you ever been outsmarted by someone while doing something simple?
DarkRaven, that story sounded like it was going to get bad, really bad. I'm so glad that it wasn't what I expected.
That's my point. I don't want to drag that debate up, because debating complex issues over the internet is pointless. People end up more concerned about winning than about reaching an understanding or enlightening themselves.
Phatz, you have a filthy, filthy mind. :scared:
Also, you did not answer my question. Which either means you were too busy waiting for me to admit to being a pedophile (which I'm not), or you're just plain smarter than I am. I'm not sure which option I prefer.