[9:33
AM] Mr. Yellow:
[9:46
AM] Mr. Silver:
(looks)
[9:52
AM] Mr. Yellow:
I
read that awhile ago and was sad you were not there to link it to.
lol
[10:15
AM] Mr. Silver:
Conclusion:
"Ancient people were smarter than most of you chimps."
[10:26
AM] Mr. Brown:
Ancient
people did not have computers to do the brain work for them thus they
used their brain.
[10:27
AM] Mr. Silver:
Recent
people had better brains than us.
[10:27
AM] Mr. Brown:
Yep
Like
up to the beginning of the 80s
I
guess we are back to IQ's again
[10:29
AM] Ms. Rose:
Is
there an online and accurate and not spammy-Facebook IQ test that you
can take?
[10:29
AM] Mr. Silver:
I've
been reading a book that included a commentary that taking rote
memorization out of schools really messed up peoples memories.
[10:33
AM] Mr. Brown:
Yes.
They have Bible memory stuff at Brown Jr's school.
They
give him a Bible verse to remember for the week and his is amazing.
[10:34
AM] Mr. Silver:
The
book mentioned that at the Lincoln Douglass debates, they both were
able to talk eloquently for hours with no notes.
[10:36
AM] Mr. Brown:
Did
you see that the Common Core head person said they did it just to
make money?
Pretty
much figured that.
I
feel like I was way smarter when I was in school
Got
out of school, and now I feel dumber.
[10:39
AM] Mr. Silver:
Its
true.
Having
kids hits the ol' IQ results too
[10:39
AM] Ms. Rose:
I
was honestly just thinking about the phrase "rote memorization"
on my first cigarette this morning. This has been happening A LOT
lately. I think of a phrase, or mention something uncommon. A short
time later it shows up again. So weird....
I
mentioned something about a group of crows being called a murder of
crows. Not 5 minutes later, it showed up in Orange is the New Black
(which we are currently binge watching.)
Days
ago, Nat mentioned something about a failed attempt at making a drink
called a Sazerac. I'd never heard of it. That night, Mr. Oleo reads
some random article and tells me about Sazeracs.
[10:42
AM] Mr. Silver:
I
used to get that constantly
[10:42
AM] Ms. Rose:
Yesterday,
I mentioned that stupid song by Joan Osborne, "What if God Was
One of Us." Haven't heard it in forever--no idea why it came to
me. Then that night we watch a movie and it plays during the end
credits.
It's
funny when it happens once or twice. But this has been like everyday
for 2 weeks straight.
[10:43
AM] Mr. Brown:
Yeah,
that happens to me all the time.
[10:46
AM] Mr. Silver:
I
can't remember the last time it happened to me, but I've always
considered it more evidence that this isn't real.
(Angel
tech) "New update is installed, sir. We've added an alcoholic
beverage that "was popular in the 1920's" called “The
Lubrick".”
(Angel
project coordinator) "You just pushed it out? What's the
'notice' rate on that one not being real before today?"
"Well...About
0.01%.”
“That's
really high! What was the objective? There's going to be a ripple
effect. It's going to end up in magazines, and morning show pieces and stuff. There are
still people ALIVE who would remember it if it was real! Who is ret-conning this for
the last 90 years?”
“I
don't know, sir.”
“Well,
where is the list of changes so we can check it for continuity?”
“We
didn't get one. It was passed down from a higher choir and we
implemented it. Sorry."
[2:14
PM] Ms. Rose:
Overheard
in the women's bathroom: "I hate it when people sh*t at work."
(I was peeing, btw.)
[2:15
PM] Mr. Brown:
Snooty
I
would slap that person
You
can't control where you have to shit
[2:15
PM] Ms. Rose:
I
just wonder, like... does she cramp up? Does she take pills or
something? I mean, I don't do it everyday. But...it's a bathroom.
[2:17
PM] Mr. Brown:
Yeah.
Its why there is a bathroom
[2:18
PM] Ms. Rose:
I
wish I peed faster so I could see who said it. Then silently judge
them every time I saw them. LOL
[2:35
PM] Mr. Silver:
I
might be tempted to go in a box and giftwrap with a card. "I
made this at home for you."
[2:36
PM] Ms. Rose:
Hahahaha!
[3:06
PM] Mr. Silver:
Was
it Bobbie Lee Ivell?
Pronounced
"evil"?
[3:09
PM] Ms. Rose:
Probably.
She is a total mean-word
[3:18
PM] Mr. Silver:
Which
mean word? Was it starting between the letter A and the letter
D?
Followup:
was it a rude mean word or a nuclear warhead mean word?
[3:19
PM] Ms. Rose:
The
one that starts with B and ends with an "itch." Or the meaner
mean word that rhymes with "hunt." :|
[
2:57 PM] Mr. Blue:
At
what age does the gorgeous blonde eastern European woman turn into
the old humpback in a babushka carrying groceries?
There
seems to be no middle ground
[
3:51 PM] Mr. Silver:
You
mean Slavi-hottie-oh-my-God-she's-nottie Syndrome?
[
3:51 PM] Mr. Brown:
Like
Japanese and Mexican women?
LOL
[
3:52 PM] Mr. Silver:
Be
fair...the Japanese are weird. The good looking ones (both
sexes) seem to get a free extra 15-20 years before everything
suddenly goes to dried apple.
[
3:05 PM] Mr. Yellow:
I
think we are due for some major breakthroughs in the next 10 years
or
We
will kill off most of the human life on this planet
I
give it a 70/30
[3:17 PM] Mr. Silver:
On
that note:
[1:47 PM] Mr. Blue:
I
think I have more empathy for NK since I watched that documentary
They're
not as crazy and backwards as they seem
I
can think of worse countries to live
[1:56 PM] Mr. Silver:
Just
think...when society collapses, the worst places to live will become
some of the best!
The
1st world will fall due to our Subsistence Living, Public Violence,
Scarcity,
Pestilence, Scrounge/Improvise and Survival Skills Gaps.
Meanwhile
there will be places on earth that will barely notice anything
happened.
[1:59 PM] Mr. Blue:
Heheh
[
3:05 PM] Mr. Yellow:
Sad but true.
[
3:18 PM] Mr. Blue:
Pretty
soon none of the sinks are going to be working in the main bathrooms.
Downstairs
it's 2 out of 4, upstairs it's 3 out of 4, but I think all 3 only
have hot water and 1 of them sprays out like a pressure washer
Is
it the same in the womens' bathrooms?
[
3:23 PM] Ms. Rose:
No,
actually. They fixed all of ours. About 2 out of 6 worked before.
But now they all do. Joy!
[
3:25 PM] Mr. Blue:
Y’all
got 6?
[
3:29 PM] Ms. Rose:
Oh
yeah. We are fancy. Or just women...unclear.
[
3:29 PM] Mr. Blue:
How
many hands do women have?
[
3:30 PM] Ms. Rose:
Eight.
Duh! Didn't your mom ever say something like: "Son, I can't
make you breakfast and clean the garage and read the newspaper all at
the same time. I'm not an octopus!" (Stolen from Craig Ferguson.
Sorry.)
[
3:31 PM] Mr. Blue:
She
never made excuses
[
3:32 PM] Ms. Rose:
Oh.
Then maybe she actually DOES have 8 hands! *looks at Mr. Blue's mom
in a new way*
[
3:35 PM] Mr. Silver:
It
is one of my singular joys in life to wait for someone to say
"Fore-warned is fore-armed" so I can call back "Four
armed? That's half an octopus!"
It
usually kills once they stop to figure it out.
[
3:36 PM] Ms. Rose:
(Mr.
Blue's mom, tonight) “Son? Honey? Do you know that Ms. Rose girl?
Yeah, well, she seems nice. But do you know why she's been looking at
me strange lately? I mean, she lifted up my jacket and looked behind
me and everything today! Are her and Mr. Oleo experiencing a 'rough
patch'?!?!”
I'm
sure that is nothing like your house. Or your mom. Just trying to be
funny. And as usual, Mr. Silver one-ups me. Four-armed is pretty
hilarious!
[
3:37 PM] Mr. Brown:
I
don't think she would say “Honey”
At
least I never heard her say Honey to anybody
[
3:37 PM] Mr. Silver:
"Spawn
of my liver..."
[
3:37 PM] Ms. Rose:
She
has specifically called me Honey in the bathroom before. And now
we've come full-circle...
Six
sinks, unlimited terms of endearment.
[
3:38 PM] Mr. Brown:
"Honey,
you ok in there? Sounds like you're having an issue."
[
3:39 PM] Mr. Silver:
[someplace
in India or thereabouts holds that emotions come from the liver, not
the heart. To say one is heartbroken, you state 'You are
standing on my liver'. That is all.]
[
3:39 PM] Mr. Blue:
I’ve
never heard my mom call anyone Honey
[
3:39 PM] Ms. Rose:
She
LIES.
I'm
kidding. I don't know. She's always just so nice to me and my hazy
memory makes me feel like she would call me Honey.
[
3:40 PM] Mr. Brown:
We
should have valentine's livers
“OK
everybody! Time to have liver and onions for Valentines dinner!”
[
3:41 PM] Ms. Rose:
@Mr.
Silver. That is why "gurus" in actual India tell you to
"smile with your liver." I read that in a book that I've
read more than once.
[
3:42 PM] Mr. Silver:
"Smile
with your liver...frown with the longest fingers on your hands...like
this."
[
3:43 PM] Ms. Rose:
HA!
[
3:44 PM] Mr. Brown:
SILLY
HUMANS
[
3:45 PM] Ms. Rose:
Alcohol
is a great way to get in touch with your liver--V-day or otherwise.
[
3:46 PM] Mr. Brown:
Vag Day?
[
3:46 PM] Ms. Rose:
Whoa.
No need to bring that up. How does that in any way relate to women's
bathroom info or Mr. Blue's mom? Sheesh, Mr. Brown. Gutter!
[
3:47 PM] Mr. Silver:
Vag...
Day... ?
That's
a very Roman Empire sounding holiday
[
3:48 PM] Ms. Rose:
Every
day is Vag Day when you're a privileged, 6-sink Katzenjammer lady!
Of
course... yinz could also claim similar for D-Day.
[
3:48 PM] Mr. Silver:
C-mas
[
3:48 PM] Mr. Brown:
It
would be P Day
[
3:48 PM] Ms. Rose:
Pay
day?
That's
only every 2 weeks.
If
you only get P-Day every 2 weeks, it's no surprise that you think of
V-Day.
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