I started watching Veep a few months ago and just caught up. It’s hilarious but, especially in the later seasons, Selena is just a horrible, horrible person who gets exactly what she has coming by the end of each episode.
Financially you made a good choice for yourself, but there are a ton of PGPers whose parents either are deceased, not in the picture, or just can’t afford to continue to house their postgrad children. Not knocking your decision, just pointing out that “sacrifice” is very relative.
It was always called “bags” at Kansas State while I was there, but when I moved to Denver I noticed everybody calls it “cornhole” which is a much better name and I’ve embraced it. That said, everybody here thinks I’m a weirdo when I call “ladder golf” by its true name, “horse balls”.
I have a sit/stand desk with fixed monitors right next to each other. I’m a lazy bastard so I sit most of the time but it really helps when my back or neck are hurting to stand for awhile. I’d rather just have the badass monitor arms instead though so I could rearrange my monitors.
Stop puking in sinks. Make it into the trash if you can, a toilet, or even the floor if not. It’s going to be easier to clean the floor than the sink. Gross. It’s giving me pledge semester flashbacks.
Spent all the unrestricted elective credits senior year in wine appreciation, scuba diving, bowling, archery, and gym. Learned more in those classes than all the rest of my undergrad years. NERDS.
I have a decent idea about what style of wine will pair with the food I’m order (based upon basics like tannin, acid, dry/sweet, appropriate vintage ranges) within a given style (whether that’s single varietal New World or regions as is common in Europe), fuck me if I could tell you with confidence whether the $85 2012 Bordeaux will taste significantly better than the $50 2012 Bordeaux with only the estate to look at.
Floor seats if I’m paying for it, sure. Had a great time seeing Fleetwood Mac, The Who , Garth, and other big names from comfort of the company box. It’s a lot more tolerable if they’re doing center floor stage rather than on the end.
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As a Colorado transplant, stop smelling your own farts.
My parents think we need to BUILD THE WALL but are so complacent they never lock their doors. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
I started watching Veep a few months ago and just caught up. It’s hilarious but, especially in the later seasons, Selena is just a horrible, horrible person who gets exactly what she has coming by the end of each episode.
Every time I get a voicemail I panic because I assume someone is dead. Inevitably it’s my parents asking for help logging back into HBO Go.
Financially you made a good choice for yourself, but there are a ton of PGPers whose parents either are deceased, not in the picture, or just can’t afford to continue to house their postgrad children. Not knocking your decision, just pointing out that “sacrifice” is very relative.
Who the hell calls their MOTHER to pick them up from the drunk tank?
It was always called “bags” at Kansas State while I was there, but when I moved to Denver I noticed everybody calls it “cornhole” which is a much better name and I’ve embraced it. That said, everybody here thinks I’m a weirdo when I call “ladder golf” by its true name, “horse balls”.
I have a sit/stand desk with fixed monitors right next to each other. I’m a lazy bastard so I sit most of the time but it really helps when my back or neck are hurting to stand for awhile. I’d rather just have the badass monitor arms instead though so I could rearrange my monitors.
Why do people do this to themselves?
Either you’re a new immigrant adjusting to the American postgrad workforce, or your life is in fucking shambles, man.
Stop puking in sinks. Make it into the trash if you can, a toilet, or even the floor if not. It’s going to be easier to clean the floor than the sink. Gross. It’s giving me pledge semester flashbacks.
1) Put the toilet seat down. 2) Put the toilet seat cover down. 3) Never talk about this again.
If the officer is suspicious enough to ask what’s in your cup you’re going to get an open container/DUI anyway.
I watched Logan last night and while it was awesome I’m fucking depressed now.
I went to a large public university. It was a CrossFit class, and I was trying to avoid saying CrossFit, to be perfectly honest.
Spent all the unrestricted elective credits senior year in wine appreciation, scuba diving, bowling, archery, and gym. Learned more in those classes than all the rest of my undergrad years. NERDS.
I have a decent idea about what style of wine will pair with the food I’m order (based upon basics like tannin, acid, dry/sweet, appropriate vintage ranges) within a given style (whether that’s single varietal New World or regions as is common in Europe), fuck me if I could tell you with confidence whether the $85 2012 Bordeaux will taste significantly better than the $50 2012 Bordeaux with only the estate to look at.
Floor seats if I’m paying for it, sure. Had a great time seeing Fleetwood Mac, The Who , Garth, and other big names from comfort of the company box. It’s a lot more tolerable if they’re doing center floor stage rather than on the end.
You millenials with your $19 avocado dog toasts.
If 50% of my net worth was gone I’d have less debt.