One day. Xiao Ming another class …. a sudden “rush”(fart) a cry;sitting next to a small U.S. scolded and said: Xiao-Ming Ah ~ if you could not make a noise;
A must read list of intellectually honest and dishonest debate tactics. For example:
Accusation of taking a quote out of context: debater accuses opponent of taking a quote that makes the debater look bad out of context. All quotes are taken out of context—for two reasons: quoting the entire context would take too long and federal copyright law allows “fair use” quotes but not reproduction of the entire text. Taking a quote out of context is only wrong when the lack of the context misrepresents the author’s position. The classic example would be the movie review that says, “This movie is the best best example of a waste of film I have ever seen,” then gets quoted as “This movie is the best…I’ve ever seen.” Any debater who claims a quote misrepresents the author’s position must cite the one or more additional quotes from the same work that supply the missing context and thereby reveal the true meaning of the author, a meaning which is very different from the meaning conveyed by the original quote that they complained about. Furthermore, other unrelated quotes that just prove the speaker is a nice guy are irrelevant. The discussion is about the offending quotes, not whether the speaker is a good guy. The missing context must relate to, and change the meaning of, the statements objected to, not just serve as character witness material about the speaker or writer. Merely pointing out that the quote is not the entire text proves nothing. Indeed, if a search of the rest of the work reveals no additional quotes that show the original quote was misleading, the accusation itself is dishonest.
You know those people you hate getting into arguments with? It’s probably because they, willfully or not, ignore these sorts of distinctions. (via @interdome)
Enough with the “he just can’t seem to leave the seat down”. Why *can’t* there be a gender neutral position for that porcelain receptacle? Leaving it “lid down” means both men and women must take pains to be courteous. Discuss(t).
I PISS ON YOUR FACE AS I FUCK YOUR MOM AND SISTER
Sam Mullet said he didn’t order the hair-cutting but didn’t stop two of his sons and another man from carrying it out last week on a 74-year-old man in his home in rural eastern Ohio.
Previously, on clusterflock.
S’cuse me, I have a touch of assburpers.
Update: Point. Counterpoint.
Erica: Once you’ve fried my slice of cake, could I trouble you to impale it on a stick?
The tree is a huge native holly, from a distance it looks like a magnolia. And as the ice thaws, the birds swarm their favorite party tree, stripping it of fermented berries. They create a ruckus, but not the high, shrill din the hawk’s appearances bring. More like they’re sitting on bar stools, trying to out-cheep each other. Little drunkards.
And other modern insults.
Abercrombie says a connection to The Situation goes against the “aspirational nature” of its brand and may be “distressing” to customers. The Ohio-based retailer says it has offered a “substantial payment” to Sorrentino and producers of the MTV show so he’ll wear something else.
I’ve recently started working at a university and I’ve never dealt with ruder people. This is sage advice for anybody, professor or not:
Address the writer by name.
Reply as if you’re speaking, not as if you’re writing a telegram.
Sign off. See you in class or See you next week can help make a prof sound less like the Delphic oracle and more like an everyday human.
He sounds like the clodbuster who followed us around at the Conger House Museum in Washington, Iowa, during the funeral home exhibit (tricks of the death trade, 1800s style, or something like that). The rare sound of the southern Appalachian foothills apparently caught his ear. I couldn’t get over the exhibit and was lost in a verbal boomerang. “OMG, look at how tiny that coffin is, lordy! You don’t think that’s a mummy in there do you? This paper says it’s a WOMAN! There’s a net over her face to keep off INSECTS!” The clodbuster probably had seen a Virginia car tag in the lot. Finally, he made his way to the Iowan, farm cap in hand, and announced, “You’re not from around here.” Matter of fact, not aggressive. Just making a statement about a certain person’s museum viewing theatrics.
Fox News invited the spokesman for an Atheist group onto one of their programs to discuss a recent lawsuit opposing a cross-shaped memorial at Ground Zero. Almost immediately afterwards, the Fox News Facebook page was flooded with thousands of comments:
Following the appearance of Blair Scott, the Communications Director for the American Atheists, Inc., on Fox News’ America Live show, the network’s Facebook page was overrun with death threats and other violent commentary—more than 8,000 messages advocating rape, murder and crucifixion of any and all atheists, in fact.
(Italics mine) I don’t think it’s any secret that the comments on Facebook posts tend to resemble the graffiti on bathroom stalls, but even I was shocked by the comments. In fairness (and balance, I suppose), Fox News did make a point to delete the post (before it got too out of hand, I guess) and made the following statement:
We make every attempt to keep our Facebook page as safe as possible and we take immediate steps to remove all hateful and dangerous language.
There was a dramatic storm yesterday in my corner of the Back of Beyond, but I made it back home before the apocalypse broke loose. I got lucky, as a couple of hours before heaven and earth erupted, I was driving from Galena to Dubuque when something sharp punctured my tire and I pulled over to the shoulder.
Back when I was a young wonder woman, I’d change a tire without a second thought. I have a load of good tire-changing memories. I Am Woman. Hear Me Roar! In fact, a friend still trembles when he recalls the time I changed a seriously recalcitrant tire on my VW Beetle late one night out in the scary Dallas suburbs after we’d seen some film or other at a community college or a branch of UT. Some big strapping passer-by guy I’d asked for help wouldn’t help, for reasons that remain unclear. Maybe it was because we looked like the hippie dope fiends that we were. Anyway, I was so pissed that my friend said he could feel the earth tremble when I stomped back to the car. I loosened lug nuts that had till then resisted both his and my best efforts.
But yesterday. Well, it was not the best of days, and I was in a fuck-it mood, so I phoned AAA, and they contacted a garage owner who drove from East Dubuque (< 10 miles) and did the dirty work.
I will say this: While I was waiting, two guys did stop to ask if I needed help. A young guy from a nearby logging camp and a fat middle-aged guy who looked kind of like John Wayne Gacy. I thanked them and told them help was on the way. And this evening, when I stopped by the general store where my friends work, Jodie asked whether that was my car she saw as she and her husband were heading back toward Galena from Dubuque yesterday. Yep, but not to worry, I said, as there’d been no sign I was in any trouble.
My East Dubuque rescuer, the guy who drove out and changed my tire, was my age (or older) and a business owner, so I didn’t slip him any currency, as I’d ordinarily have done. This past winter, when — after 7 hours of Chicago highway rush hour disabled vehicular hell — a really nice young tow-truck driving dude helped me out, I definitely handed him a wad of cash, and he said he was happy to have some bucks to pay for his evening meal.
Fuck’s your name, anyway?
That such brutal language as “You cock-sucking son of a bitch!” “You prick-eating bastard!” “You cunt-lapping dog!” “Kiss my ass, you son of a bitch!” “A dog must have fucked your mother when she made you!” “I fucked your mother, you sister, your wife!” “I’ll make you suck my ass!” “You cock-sucker!” and many other revolting terms are used by a limited number of players to intimidate umpires and opposing players, and are promiscuously used upon the ball field, is vouched for by the almost unanimous assertion of those invited to speak, and who are competent to speak from personal knowledge. Whether it be the language quoted above, or some other indecent and infamous invention of depravity, the League is pledged to remove it from the ball field, whether it necessitates the removal of the offender for a day or for all time. Any indecent or obscene word, sentence, or expression, unfit for print or the human ear, whether mentioned in these instructions or not, is contemplated under the law and within its intent and meaning, and will be dealt with without fear or favor when the fact is established by conclusive proof.
This may or may not be an actual memo sent to Major League Baseball players in 1898 as part of a campaign to eradicate foul language from the game, but who gives a fuck, you worthless ball licker?
(via the browser)
Regardless of context, John Gruber speaks the truth:
Why do we put bylines on stories in the first place? Because writers deserve credit, obviously. But bylines also serve the reader. All work is better when it is signed by its creators. Edward Tufte says:
Agencies, departments, and organizations don’t do things — people do things. People’s names should be on things to foster both accountability and pride.
Like, Drew Barrymore seems like a cool lady who likes penises. Remember when Drew Barrymore surprised David Letterman with her breasts, and everybody was like, Ha ha. Oh, that Drew. If David Letterman had surprised Drew Barrymore with his penis, everybody would have kind of been like, Whoa! Not cool, Dave.
It’s a double standard, to be sure, but we knew this. So, for the life of me, I don’t understand why you would send a penis-surprise to somebody who you weren’t absolutely sure would treasure it.
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Update: clusterflock’s visit from Joyce.