The Mystic

I'd like to help, but don't speak the language.

Later, Ratt. Good luck outside the forums, and I'll see you when you get back.

I heard that too, but I'm in no hurry to test this myself. However, I do know that spicy food makes you sweat, which can help cool you down (or at least make you feel cooler) in hot temperatures.

Sooooo.........How many billion covers have been done for this song now? Still, that video has a kernel of awesomeness to it.

BUMP. (Apologies for the double post, let alone topic necro.)

 

More fun facts:

 

-While on vacation about 20 years ago, I bought a slide rule in an antique shop. I've even taught myself how to use it a little.

-According to family legend, one of my grandmothers was born in 1913, on a Friday the 13th.

-I made a 3-number combination lock out of wood. It's a little quirky, but it works.

-I once had a series 6 securities license.

-I consider 3D puzzles, regardless of difficulty rating, to be child's play. Straight out of the box, even the hardest ones take me about 4 hours at most.

-Since about mid-February, I've had a craving for Tabasco hot sauce. Year-to-date, I've bought and consumed two 2-ounce bottles; a 5-ounce bottle; and, most recently, a 12-ounce bottle (currently about one-third gone). By the end of the year, if I finish off the 12-ounce bottle, and if I also include what I've also used when in restaurants, I'll have used a grand total of about a full quart of the stuff. The upside: The summer was really hot this year here, and the hot sauce helped me endure the hot temperatures a bit better. The downside: I'm probably setting myself up for some major stomach problems later in life.

I don't know if flies can be made, but I do know an easy way to improve them: Create better flyswatters. To put it another way: If you build a better mousetrap, you're telling nature to build a better mouse.

That's about as bad as one I heard:
Customer: Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Waiter: Don't worry, he won't eat much.

Well, no matter where you're going with that nap, just make sure you put it back where you found it once you're done with it.

From a t-shirt my mom owned:

"Insanity is hereditary. You get it from your kids."

Precisely my point, though I didn't want to be so straightforward. It must be nice to have one's proverbial cake and eat it too.

As for me, when my stacks of hundreds (finally) start coming in, I'd prefer they arrive through legal channels.

This I know to be true.

I had a coworker who told me (and anyone else who would listen) she was quitting because she "knew" that she could get twice as much money by mooching off the government than by working in fast food. However, according to the store's rumor mill, she came back a few months later, begging the manager for her job back. I never found out how much aid she was getting, but apparently, it was a heck of a lot less than what she expected.

I'll take your word for it. Sometimes, the truth is better off not being known.

Not surprising. If you're making an area that a player isn't supposed to reach in the first place, why bother designing it beyond the little bit that shows on the screen?

I work at a pizza place, and some of our regular customers are welfare queens. I know for a fact they're getting some form of aid, because whenever they come in, they always try to pay with an aid-funded debit card (never the same one twice) that we don't accept. Then after arguing loudly with the cashier (sometimes using language that would make a Navy SEAL cringe), they whip out a three-inch-thick wad of $100 bills and use one to pay for $10 worth of food, and get even angrier because we can't break $100 bills (but I digress slightly). I don't know about you, but carrying a big bankroll while receiving welfare or some other type of aid seems like a massive non sequitur, unless there's something fishy going on.

From my late grandmother (she passed away before I was born):

 

Love is blind. Marriage is an institution of love. Therefore, marriage is an institution for the blind.

You'd be surprised, if you aren't already. If you want a clearer idea, I suggest reading any pharmaceutical company's annual report cover-to-cover. It's painfully dry and boring stuff, but can be a real eye-opener if you know how and where to look.

"When you come to a fork in the road, take it." - Yogi Berra

 

"True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country." - Kurt Vonnegut

 

"I've never let my school interfere with my education." - Mark Twain

 

"Wall Street is the only place that people ride to in a Rolls Royce to get advice from those who take the subway." - Warren Buffett

 

"A nickel ain't worth a dime anymore." - Yogi Berra

 

"Quote me as saying I was misquoted." - Groucho Marx

 

Another one of my favorites is the first paragraph of my signature. Of course, the fact that I'm the quote's speaker has nothing to do with it.

I'd like to know that too, but they can and do do it, apparently. As near as I can figure, they've been in the system so long, and know it so well, that they find ways to milk it for all they can. The Cadillacs they drive are usually more mid-range models, not luxury ones, so it may be possible (at least in theory).

While I was at the Festival of the Senses this past weekend, I stopped by the library's used book sale and bought a book (what else? <img src="graemlins/tongueold.gif" alt="tongue" title="tongue" height="15" width="15" /> ) titled <span style="font-style: italic">Far As Human Eye Could See</span> by Isaac Asimov. I haven't read beyond the front and back cover, but it sounds intriguing.

I volunteer every spambot that's ever run afoul of the mods since the last major UBB upgrade.

So, apparently, is bird excrement, according to some study I heard about on the news a few weeks ago. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and wash my car. Again.

Must be nice to make that much money. At the moment, I'd be happy to settle for 10% of that.

Welfare queens do exist, and I've had the (mis)fortune of meeting several. You're right about one thing, though: They don't live on unemployment insurance. They live on other income sources they have but don't bother to declare (trust me, you don't want to know anything more specific). The money they get from unemployment insurance is used to make payments on their Cadillacs.

'Nuff said.

Windows Vista and 7 are very paranoid as to what you can/can't do in the "Program Files" and "Program Files (x86)" folders. As was pointed out, you're much better off installing games to a different location on the C:\ drive (the norm seems to be "C:\Games" or "C:\Game Files"), or on a different drive entirely.

Though apparently not as easy to build as a supercomputer made from Raspberry Pis and LEGO bricks.

No, but it does remind me of the English teacher I had in my junior and senior years in high school. He was actually pretty cool, considering he taught (IMHO) such a dry subject.

That's a good reason to stop for a while. My mother stopped for several years after becoming a diabetic, or she'd probably be around gallon number 10 or 12 by now. Also, pun noted.Ditto. I'm even getting to be on a first-name basis with some of them, and have even joked that I should keep an 8-week standing appointment.

The Exile trilogy and the shareware version of BoE are all 16-bit programs, and will not work in 64-bit Windows. They will work in 32-bit Windows XP and Vista; I'm not totally sure about 32-bit Win7 yet, I'm not done testing. If you have 64-bit Windows and want to run any of the Exile games, you'll need to run them in a simulated 16/32-bit environment using DosBox, VirtualBox, or something similar.