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What a day. Nursing a headache, the support team at work is down to one person so I am doing help desk (though it has not been too bad so far), I have a steady stream of support tickets that are my usual stuff. Fun, wow. At least I get to see my son (on Skype) tonight. Something good to look forward to.
 
Ok, so that was a phonetic joke, which now has multiple layers because "pho" is in "phonetic" as well. I should teach this s**t.
 
chansen said:
Ok, so that was a phonetic joke, which now has multiple layers because "pho" is in "phonetic" as well. I should teach this s**t.
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Oh, ha ha, now I get it. That's a good one, chansen.

I would have made it more clear, "She just said she went pho lunch" :D
 
chansen said:
Imagine if I taught English in South Korea. I'd be unleashing an army of sarcastic clones of me.
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Don't know how you'd be accepted in the kids' hagwons, but there'd be a definite place for you as a teacher of adults, which is the kind of work I do. The students and I enjoy many good laughs together.
chansen said:
Oh God, I just remembered I'm coaching again this winter. Those poor kids.
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Nah. I'm sure you'll do great
 
Jae said:
Don't know how you'd be accepted in the kids' hagwons, but there'd be a definite place for you as a teacher of adults, which is the kind of work I do. The students and I enjoy many good laughs together.
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Thanks for sending me down a rabbit hole over hagwons. Interesting. Slightly scary.

Jae said:
Nah. I'm sure you'll do great
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Oh, these 14 and 15-year-olds are going to have a great time, but some won't know what hit them.

Anecdote time (and apologies if I've told it before). Years ago I had a group of maybe 10-year-olds. One of them was this strapping kid with no coordination or attention span. He'd zone out while I was coaching, so I'd punch him in the face to bring him back to reality. Not hard - they were playful punches, but he was so spaced that he didn't even see them coming. He slowly started getting more into the sport and what we were doing.

The impossible happened by the end of the season. This gangly kid went and won a race. Beating everyone on the other teams was one thing, but he beat all his teammates as well. He figured it out and put together a monster run. I may have cried.

I got a copy of the results for him (the days before the Internet was popular). His dad told me later that he put it on the wall of his room and it was there for years.

Not the end of the story.

I kept in touch with his dad. The kid went to high school, then went away to university, then spent a year in Australia. Hadn't seen him in forever, then he visits his dad skiing one day. I was in the lift line. This big young guy comes up to me like he knows me, but I can't place him. I extend my hand to shake his, and instead he punches me in the face. I immediately know who he is and start laughing. He's mortified, because I'm bleeding. Just a little.

One of my favourite stories.
 
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I think I mentioned putting new snows on my wife's car. Ordered them off the Internet, mounted and balanced on new rims. Worked out great.

Took them for a drive the next day. I was spinning the tires from every stop. The pavement was wet, but it wasn't like I was in a 5.0 Mustang. This is a little GTI. Seems the release agent they use at the tire manufacturer has to be worn off before they are anything but ice skates. I did about 50km and that seemed to do it, but I don't remember tires being like that before. Scared me a bit. I had no confidence I could pull out in front of anyone and get out of their way, to an extent that a guy waiting to turn left behind me at a light decided to go inside and around me rather than wait. A freaking service van.
 
Mendalla said:
Yep, sure is. Have one of my cars in for ye olde tyre swappe and walked from the garage to my office.
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Are there no words for it? Some say the word is god and do not understand how such powers are stacked ... sometimes like calcium deposits!

This can chelate toxins ... and then there are those that hate such observation and omni science ... they will not look all about themselves ...

Thus mists ... and mistier ... mis tier? Some even get paranoia when in the stacks ... maybe a mental, or psychic essence that is ill disposed ... because of lack in the depths of reading through with appreciation for what's hidden there (sacred or agnostic) ... all in the diagnostic ... anal?

It is an enigma how a mule got overwhelming in mankind as Jacks and Jennies ...
 
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I didn’t know that about snow tires! The snow gods found us and what a pile we now have! Our snow plough service keeps not showing up. So I keep sending complaints.We pay almost $1000 for the season so I expect some service.
 
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