Oh, what we learn about our folks as we get older.
It’s never GOOD, is it?
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Moms always know just what to say, don’t they?
It’s why we have Mother’s Day.
There are different theories about raising kids. And dogs. And dealing with co-workers.
It comes down to consistency. Or what your brain tells you is consistency. What it REALLY comes down to is making people think that you’re appreciating them, and handing over surprises to keep ’em from being mad at you.
There’s a best-selling book about child-raising in that. And dog-raising. And two or three books about dealing with co-workers. Per year. They do a LOT of those books.
Of course Hubris is gonna drop a lot of ‘get out of jail free’ cards and have everyone who’s dropped out of the game return for a little more fun. That’s just who he is.
Of course Xenu42 would drop a load of metaphorical poo onto their disappointment at having been knocked out of the game.
Of course the players are going to double down and play more wildly because of the second chance.
Of course the crowd is going to be happier for having that much more violent paint spattered across the area.
In the end, People do what makes them happy. Including the Troll, who’s made happy by other people being made unhappy. Trolls are weird.
You either play to win, or quit ’cause you gotta ‘go’. That’s the creed amongst heroes… and those who had the tacos earlier.
Those poor young ladies- getting fired upon by opposing forces, and then fired upon by the opposing forces that opposed the forces that were previously opposing them.
Boy, it’s tempting to toss in some random political comment the likes of which has been splashed around the last twelve years or so- all of which makes me scratch my head and swear never to talk like that.
Instead, I’ll just point out that, in paintball, the enemy of your enemy might not be your friend… they might just be an enemy to everyone else that’s not in their group. And once their group has wiped out all its enemies, it’ll turn inward anyhow. And that’s JUST in paintball. Noplace else. Nuh-uh.
He’s lucky he’s got all his plans made, otherwise, when he got kicked into the line of fire… oh, wait. If he HADN’T been making his final plans, he wouldn’t have been kicked into the line of fire…
Hmmmm.
To be honest, I’m too boring to have been to a Rave. But I’ve seen things that were purported to be raves on television.
So… this may or may not look like a rave. If you’ve been to raves, feel free to discuss what it could or should have looked like.
Ooooops. This was supposed to have gone up earlier this week.
In fact, I thought it HAD gone up earlier this week. I was convinced you had all seen it by now.
My bad.
At any rate, here it is!
Jacquée’s gonna have to have a talk with the guys back at the studio. The fellows got lazy, and just ran some stock footage thinking we wouldn’t notice.
Our local paper did something similar back when Gannett bought ’em up. They moved most of the grunt work to Nashville, since they’re trying desperately to centralize operations and cut costs. Unfortunately, it led to an advertisement from Gannett itself saying how much they cared about Memphis and its newspaper readers (200 miles away from Nashville) and the photo they chose to run with the ad wasn’t Memphis, but, in fact, Nashville.
Oooooops.
Hubris remembers last year’s paintball debacle.
You can tell, he’s used resources to contain the insanity this year.
But, y’know, insanity is like the air in a balloon. The outward pressure can -and does- burst its container sometimes.
