July 17th, 2015

#4813: /silly

In WoW, you can make your character tell a random joke by typing "/silly" in the chat bar. Each race/sex combination has its own set of jokes, usually about a half-dozen or so.

Last week Mrs. Fungus was having trouble with her sound in the game--she couldn't hear any emotes--so to test it I had Ormus standing near one of her toons, and I kept hitting /silly.

Ormus: "A guy walked up to me and said, 'I'm a teepee! I'm a wigwam! I'm a teepee! I'm a wigwam!' I said, 'Relax, man! You're two tents!"

Mrs. Fungus: "AHHH HA HA HA HAA THAT'S FUNNY!"

Me: "...really?"

If you play the audio clip here, it's the third one.

Later, Mrs. Fungus sent to me, via in-game chat, "I'm a camper! I'm a teepee! I'm a camper! I'm a teepee! Man, you need to relax!"

Me: ...

Anyway, she wanted me to tell the tale, so here it is.

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About 7 PM last night I gave up, shut the house, and turned on the AC. The day had started with a dew point below 60, but at 7 PM it was well over 60 and heading for 70, and the humidity finally got high enough that I decided this is insane. The temperatures did not decline much as the evening progressed--certainly not enough to make up for the rising humidity.

I'm glad I did, because this morning it's already sticky outside, and apparently today will be a steam bath.

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It's not even 7 AM yet. I woke up when Mrs. Fungus did, even though I don't have to be at work until 4 PM. I think we all know what that means.

#4814: Well, how much fun can a man have?

Don't get me started.

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82? Seriously?

It develops that the entirety of Chicago's property taxes go toward paying the pensions of its union employees, with nothing left over for anything else. This is one of a myriad of reasons Illinois is a festering socialist shithole.

...and apparently Chicago gained 82 residents in 2014. Out of all the births and deaths and people moving in and moving out of a city with a population totaling millions, the net result is an increase of 82 people. That's a pretty interesting indicator, isn't it?

But of course Democrats think they can always just raise taxes, because what are the people going to do about it?

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How many declarations of war does this make from ISIS?

Islam is at war with America. Even George Bush refused to acknowledge that fact--his administration gave us that "religion of peace" horseshit--and has been for a long, long time. It's time for us to stop pretending everything will be fine if we just act nice enough, because they want us dead or enslaved and no amount of negotiation with the pricks will change that.

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The dew point is 78°. What the fuck.

...you'd almost think it was summer or something.

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I have to be at work in 2.5 hours. I really hope today is better than yesterday was. There's an article on Arse Technica, the global warming resource about what it's like to work in tech support. Phone support is the worst, of course.

Except for the miggim, actually, yesterday was a nice day. It only takes one miggim to ruin a day, though, and sadly there are a bunch of them around. For once, there were plenty of people scheduled. I didn't have to run around at top speed all f-ing day.

Today will be different. Today I'll have no help after about 5 PM, except for the guy that comes in and sits in back watching videos on his phone and making the occasional call to a client. (Assuming, of course, that he even shows up; I am always surprised to see him, particularly on a Friday evening, and he generally comes in well after his scheduled start time. No one cares, of course.) Since it's already been well established that I am not allowed to ask for help, I'll end up handling the counter by myself all night, again. In theory we're a big happy team and everyone is supposed to help out, but it does not work that way in practice, and when I ask for help I get a lot of nonverbal pushback. Even if two people are scheduled in back and two are scheduled to be on the counter, there are three people in back and I'm on the counter all day, getting dirty looks when I ask the other counter person to help out.

Well, it is what it is, I guess.

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Even though it's hot outside, it might be fun to ride the bike to work today. Or not. I don't f-ing know.