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Question: Is there a polite way to correct someone? I mean, I generally think correcting people is a little rude in and of itself, but sometimes people say things that are just so outside of the truth that something needs to be said. Especially if I'm with someone who's telling someone else something that I know isn't true - because then they're just infecting the world with their misinformation. I'm not talking about opinions, or little things like "Tomatoes are actually fruit, not vegetables", but important facts about the world people need to know the truth about, like "No, you're not supposed to wait until you're out of oil before adding more to the engine". In such matters, the truth is very important. Is there a polite but firm way to tell someone that they're wrong, when you're absolutely certain that they are?
Up until this point I was gonna say "Eh, just let it be." Unless they're bringing harm upon themselves or others what does it matter?
I was just wondering because I'm pretty sure that this year I'm going to hear people say that Kanye sucks, and I'd like to know what to do in this situation. Thanks.
Then you said this... The best thing to do in this situation is:
1) Drop to your knees and praise Lord Yeezus (you first need to repent for having your eyes receive to such blasphemy) 2) Smack the blasphemer with your copy of College Dropout (you do carry it everywhere... right?) 3) Escort the nonbeliever to a quiet and secluded location 4) Play Ye's discography from start to finish until they repent (feel free to go back to his early days as a producer as well - Rocafella4lyfe) 5) Have them perform 25 Hail Yeezys whilst watching the full-length Runaway film.
1) Drop to your knees and praise Lord Yeezus (you first need to repent for having your eyes receive to such blasphemy) 2) Smack the blasphemer with your copy of College Dropout (you do carry it everywhere... right?) 3) Escort the nonbeliever to a quiet and secluded location 4) Play Ye's discography from start to finish until they repent (feel free to go back to his early days as a producer as well - Rocafella4lyfe) 5) Have them perform 25 Hail Yeezys whilst watching the full-length Runaway film.
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1) Drop to your knees and praise Lord Yeezus (you first need to repent for having your eyes receive to such blasphemy) 2) Smack the blasphemer with your copy of College Dropout (you do carry it everywhere... right?) 3) Escort the nonbeliever to a quiet and secluded location 4) Play Ye's discography from start to finish until they repent (feel free to go back to his early days as a producer as well - Rocafella4lyfe) 5) Have them perform 25 Hail Yeezys whilst watching the full-length Runaway film.
May I just take a moment to say that this is the single greatest invention in the world. Thank you, Asia.
My next goal is to find one of these bad boys:
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. The bottom one is quite possibly the most complicated toilet in the world, but once you work out the buttons? My God. It's like there's a chorus of angels' trumpets and devils' trombones awaiting you on every bathroom visit.
I do have a bidet in my bathroom, one of the ones with the faucet on top. It's an alright substitute, but it's a bit like going back to a Volvo after test driving a Mercedes.
Riding around a few nights ago, I found a discarded manikin next to an art gallery. I dismantled it and bagged as much as could. I placed the rest on my handlebars and peddled her home, school kid style. I had this wicked idea to make a display for all those festy wristbands that I've acquired over the years and came home to put her together.
I digress though.
I needed something out of my garage this morning and completely forgot I had salvaged the manikin. I put the keys in the door and peaking in the window, I see a figure in the shadows. I ran back in the house and grabbed the t ball bat I have for such occasions. I yelled a few times at it and ran towards. She never moved (which I realized a few feet away). THAT'S when I figured out what it was.
Fuck manikins. I took her arm and threw the rest away. I totally understand why she was in the trash now.
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Emoney serves more of a purpose than any of you, especially Nate, whose incessant, garbled ramblings are so mindless and pointless that I get depressed just seeing them.
Riding around a few nights ago, I found a discarded manikin next to an art gallery. I dismantled it and bagged as much as could. I placed the rest on my handlebars and peddled her home, school kid style. I had this wicked idea to make a display for all those festy wristbands that I've acquired over the years and came home to put her together.
I digress though.
I needed something out of my garage this morning and completely forgot I had salvaged the manikin. I put the keys in the door and peaking in the window, I see a figure in the shadows. I ran back in the house and grabbed the t ball bat I have for such occasions. I yelled a few times at it and ran towards. She never moved (which I realized a few feet away). THAT'S when I figured out what it was.
Fuck manikins. I took her arm and threw the rest away. I totally understand why she was in the trash now.
Is it wrong that I laughed when reading this? That so sounds like something I would do....LOL
Riding around a few nights ago, I found a discarded manikin next to an art gallery. I dismantled it and bagged as much as could. I placed the rest on my handlebars and peddled her home, school kid style. I had this wicked idea to make a display for all those festy wristbands that I've acquired over the years and came home to put her together.
I digress though.
I needed something out of my garage this morning and completely forgot I had salvaged the manikin. I put the keys in the door and peaking in the window, I see a figure in the shadows. I ran back in the house and grabbed the t ball bat I have for such occasions. I yelled a few times at it and ran towards. She never moved (which I realized a few feet away). THAT'S when I figured out what it was.
Fuck manikins. I took her arm and threw the rest away. I totally understand why she was in the trash now.
My sister had a lifesize cardboard cutout of Robert Pattinson from Twilight a couple years back. That thing scared the crap out of many family members who would forget we had it and walk into a room they thought was empty and have him standing there. Was even worse at night.
Riding around a few nights ago, I found a discarded manikin next to an art gallery. I dismantled it and bagged as much as could. I placed the rest on my handlebars and peddled her home, school kid style. I had this wicked idea to make a display for all those festy wristbands that I've acquired over the years and came home to put her together.
I digress though.
I needed something out of my garage this morning and completely forgot I had salvaged the manikin. I put the keys in the door and peaking in the window, I see a figure in the shadows. I ran back in the house and grabbed the t ball bat I have for such occasions. I yelled a few times at it and ran towards. She never moved (which I realized a few feet away). THAT'S when I figured out what it was.
Fuck manikins. I took her arm and threw the rest away. I totally understand why she was in the trash now.
My sister had a lifesize cardboard cutout of Robert Pattinson from Twilight a couple years back. That thing scared the crap out of many family members who would forget we had it and walk into a room they thought was empty and have him standing there. Was even worse at night.
I had the exact same issue with my sister's cut out of Ruud Van Nistelrooy. As a joke she left it in my room one night in front of my HUGE windows so it looked like a huge, man-shaped shadowy figure.
My sister had a lifesize cardboard cutout of Robert Pattinson from Twilight a couple years back. That thing scared the crap out of many family members who would forget we had it and walk into a room they thought was empty and have him standing there. Was even worse at night.
I had the exact same issue with my sister's cut out of Ruud Van Nistelrooy. As a joke she left it in my room one night in front of my HUGE windows so it looked like a huge, man-shaped shadowy figure.
I had the exact same issue with my sister's cut out of Ruud Van Nistelrooy. As a joke she left it in my room one night in front of my HUGE windows so it looked like a huge, man-shaped shadowy figure.
It wasn't funny.
Reminds me of this:
Almost exactly, yes. But with less Christmas cheer.
Riding around a few nights ago, I found a discarded manikin next to an art gallery. I dismantled it and bagged as much as could. I placed the rest on my handlebars and peddled her home, school kid style. I had this wicked idea to make a display for all those festy wristbands that I've acquired over the years and came home to put her together.
I digress though.
I needed something out of my garage this morning and completely forgot I had salvaged the manikin. I put the keys in the door and peaking in the window, I see a figure in the shadows. I ran back in the house and grabbed the t ball bat I have for such occasions. I yelled a few times at it and ran towards. She never moved (which I realized a few feet away). THAT'S when I figured out what it was.
Fuck manikins. I took her arm and threw the rest away. I totally understand why she was in the trash now.
My sister had a lifesize cardboard cutout of Robert Pattinson from Twilight a couple years back. That thing scared the crap out of many family members who would forget we had it and walk into a room they thought was empty and have him standing there. Was even worse at night.
My dorm at boarding school had an unofficial mascot / spirit animal. We would sometimes leave her about in the lounge or the bathroom to startle people for a goof. Her name was Cassandra, and she was an blow-up sex doll.
As part of our senior prank, we cut a gutted old Volkswagen in half, wrapped it around a tree in the quad, then bolted it back together. Of course, this ill-fated vehicle needed a driver, and who better than Cassandra herself? Once we'd reassembled the Beetle, a few of us went back to the dorm to fetch her from my friend Lee's room - only she wasn't in my friend's room. After poking around a bit, we started to head back down to ask Lee where she was. As we turned a corner in the dark stairwell, we all nearly shit our pants to find her staring right at us.
But in the end, Cassandra found her way back to her car, and all was right in the world.
I'm going to go try and get some shut eye before the overnight drive. We plan on getting there way early and just waiting in line all day. It's all GA so might as well. I'll be sleeping and driving and waiting in line so I'll be quiet for a day or so. ENJOY IT INFOROO! I'LL BE BACK SOON. It's been a looooooooooooong month but the day is finally here! It's been nearly two years since I've seen Foo Fighters and soon all will be right again! I'M SO FREAKIN' HAPPY.
I haven't been able to process anything from the past two days. Combined 13 hours of overnight driving, two days with zero sleep, waiting in line 11 hours. Just insane. I don't have the capacity to even go into detail right now. I need to shower and sleep.
I'm going to go try and get some shut eye before the overnight drive. We plan on getting there way early and just waiting in line all day. It's all GA so might as well. I'll be sleeping and driving and waiting in line so I'll be quiet for a day or so. ENJOY IT INFOROO! I'LL BE BACK SOON. It's been a looooooooooooong month but the day is finally here! It's been nearly two years since I've seen Foo Fighters and soon all will be right again! I'M SO FREAKIN' HAPPY.
I haven't been able to process anything from the past two days. Combined 13 hours of overnight driving, two days with zero sleep, waiting in line 11 hours. Just insane. I don't have the capacity to even go into detail right now. I need to shower and sleep.
Bun - so glad you were able to see this. What an amazing night. The best thing for me is that it was a real celebration of the DC music scene from my younger days.
The first set was a Bad Brains set with Dr. Know and Daryl Jennifer joined by Pete Stahl from Scream and Dave Grohl on drums. Dr. Know is still an incredible punk guitarist and the crowd was really into the set.
Second set was local go-go funk band, Trouble Funk, led by the birthday boy, Big Tony. They had 15 members on stage and really brought the funk. They even got the owner of 9:30 Club to play drums with them on Play That Funky Music White Boy.
Then came the Foo Fighters. I don't know what I expected - maybe a couple members and 4 or 5 songs. But no, it was the whole band and they ripped through a 17-song set of hits and they were on fire. Dave talked a lot about the club and the city and stories that were very familiar to some of mine. They played until about 1:15 in the morning and Dave was amped up the entire time - to include running through the crowd and jumping up on the long bar for a five minute solo.
My ears are literally still ringing.
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I haven't been able to process anything from the past two days. Combined 13 hours of overnight driving, two days with zero sleep, waiting in line 11 hours. Just insane. I don't have the capacity to even go into detail right now. I need to shower and sleep.
Bun - so glad you were able to see this. What an amazing night. The best thing for me is that it was a real celebration of the DC music scene fromy younger days.
The first set was a Bad Brains set with Dr. Know and Daryl Jennifer joined by Pete Stahl from Scream and Dave Grohl on drums. Dr. Know is still an incredible punk guitarist and the crowd was really into the set.
Second set was local go-go funk band, Trouble Funk, led by the birthday boy, Big Tony. They had 15 members on stage and really brought the funk. They even got the owner of 9:30 Club to play drums with them on Play That Funky Music White Boy.
Then came the Foo Fighters. I don't know what I expected - maybe a couple members and 4 or 5 songs. But no, it was the whole band and they ripped through a 17-song set of hits and they were on fire. Dave talked a lot about the club and the city and stories that were very familiar to some of mine. They played until about 1:15 in the morning and Dave was amped up the entire time - to include running through the crowd and jumping up on the long bar for a five minute solo.