Back in high school I had a HUGE crush on the “mysterious” guy in the class above me. Let’s call him Tom. He was waaaaaaaaaay out of my league so by some screwed logic I figured I had nothing to lose and started talking to him one day. Lo and behold, we became friends and I started hanging out with his group of friends most days after school. Since I came from a small town almost 10 miles away it was great to have new friends to spend time with, or so I thought.
As stated I had a huge crush on this guy and it was blood obvious to anyone involved - Tom included. He had already made it clear to me and others that he did not look for a relationship with anyone and this was confirmed by his friends, some of the girls told me that he just had a couple of short relationships during high school and that the girls had been the driving forces behind getting into said relations. Somehow I managed to push my feelings aside far enough to spend time with him as a friend, (God knows how a 17-yearold girl managed that) but I had my angsty, upset and jealous moments for sure…
And then, somehow, we started to spend more and more time together and on a friends Halloween party he actually asked me if I wanted to date him - as boyfriend/girlfriend. I was on cloud nine for sure and as happily in love as only a teenage girl can be. Until our group of friends found out. Their reaction was to “blame” me, saying I made Tom agree to date me, that it would never last more than a few months at best and then he would get bored with me as he had with the other girls and even so far as to once telling me to break up with him and move back home. I realized later that several of them must have had a crush on him at some point or another and then I showed up… Teenage girls can be brutal.
Anyway, most of those friendships crumbled as they tend to do, especially reinforced by the dislike from several members of the group. I got on with my life, school ended and I went through a couple of jobs before ending up as a manager at a local restaurant. I was working an evening shift when two of my old high school friends who had been very vocal about my unpopular relationship with Tom (lets call them Maddy and Ellie) walked in and seated themselves at one of my tables. It must have been at least 5 years since I last met them and even longer since we used to hang out together. I took their orders but they kept on looking at me, trying to figure out if and why I was familiar so I decided to help them out.
“Yeah, you know me. We used to hang out after school.”
Both of them shines up and smiles at me, that way you do when you meet people you have not seen in years or even thought about at all but still want to be pleasant to as to find out what they are up to now and if its interesting. And then Ellie goes
“Yes! That’s it! You’re Meenite! We used to be in the park all the time! And you used to date Tom!”
Oh, that glory, that wonderful glowing sensation of victory that you usually only find in the daydreams of a teenage mind - to have the privilege to be able to experience it for real.
When I was around 12 I got my first phone. With one condition. That I’d give it to my parents every night before they went to bed.
I dreaded having to give my phone up every night and they made it a point to keep it in their bedroom so I couldn’t just go in there and get it. So I did the next best thing. I set up not one not two but five alarms to go off at random times throughout the night. Of course I played dumb and would “turn off” the alarms the following day and then turning them back on before giving the phone back.
The third night my parents didn’t even bother asking me for the phone.
im all for petty revenge, and this is definitely petty, but it isnt revenge. they never did anything to deserve the revenge part. thats just some ass who thinks that they deserve a phone and not have to listen to clear instructions that their parents have set.
This has been driving me nuts. Forget the rule of cool, and snipers with flamethrowers, and half the canon. But when one country has multiple armed forces, units with similar roles tend to have similar equipment, supplies permitting; units with different roles may have different equipment, and units for local defense may have older and/or easier-to-maintain equipment. Why would the Imperial Guard use one type, and other forces use another type? I could understand local defense forces using a wide variety depending on available resources, expeditionary forces using a standard set for all the forces, and commando units using another relatively standard set.
I’m unclear as to what point you’re currently trying to make but i’m very curious because I think I could help.
I don’t follow 40k, because I don’t like grimdark, and I don’t relate to the setting. But I gather that the Imperial Guard mostly use laser-weapons, the Sisters use flamers, and the Marines use bolters. And there was one picture going around of a Sister of Battle sniper with a sniper flamethrower, which wouldn’t work. At the very least, she’d need another type of weapon. And historically, there’s not much basis for the idea that these parallel armies would get completely different equipment, though the Space Marines are probably a special case. I think units with different roles would usually get equipment appropriate to the role.
Short version, the Imperium of Man is so large each of the three armies each have their own supply lines, tactics, training, and weapons(Individual regiments often take supplies from their home planet). Plus Bolters are too heavy and have too much recoil for an unsupported human. The Sisters compensate for this with armor, the Marines with augmentation.
And I think the sniper flamethrower was a joke(I hope)
It’s important to understand that Warhammer 40k started out heavily tongue in cheek and satirical of similar grim-darkness-far-future settings and stories - like good satire, it pushed the grim darkness so far forward that it became hilarious.
I mean, it’s a setting where this once existed:
The dissonance of stuff like rough riders on horses fighting alongside tech-priests with plasma cannons is entirely intentional because 40k was made to be hilarious. The giant faceless bureaucracy of the Imperium of Man didn’t care about grabbing a bunch of dudes from a primitive world and throwing them into combat against enemies wielding mustard gas and flamethrowers (so grim) because the Imperium has so many people it doesn’t know what to do with them all, and throwing bodies at a problem was even odds the most expedient way to solve it (very dark).
Stuff like the vast gulf between the space marines and the Guard was intended to show how fucked-up this society was - it’s literally a space-age feudal empire where the valiant knights and pampered nobility have access to vast wealth and technology while the serfs and slaves have little more than the clothes on their backs - and it’s not going to get better because said feudal empire is slowly crumbling. (grimdark)
40k is not so much about the silly these days - really it’s pretty straightfaced - but it’s built on a foundation of satire and ridiculousness; the leader of the raging berserker marines is named Angron. Space marines and Guard regiments are all expies of stuff like Roman legions, Teutonic knights, Mongolian horsemen, WWI German artillery corps, WWII Soviet tank brigades and so on.
I’d just like to point out that @actuallyasisterofbattle and @castellankurze‘s explanations, taken together, are a perfect example of Watsonian vs. Doylist analysis.
But.. that… that is employment. It’s self-employment. You are earning income straight from clients or organizations as opposed to relying on a business as a middleman.
Why do people think that self-employment means that people just laze around all day and shit out content at will? Because that’s not how it works.
Self-employment is an actual job. You’re not only your own boss, but you’re your own creative director, your own accountant, your own PR manager and your own… everything else under the damn sun.
Sure, you’ve got the choice of not working for an entire week and you could just play video games instead. But you’ll lose money off of that. You need to plan accordingly. It’s not like working for a company in the sense that you’ll get compensated time and a half, because that is not how self-employment works.
Then you’ve got taxes to worry about, which presents a far different beast than just filing a W2. You can’t afford to make a mistake lest you get audited, and if you don’t get audited, chances are you might owe taxes.
You also have to pay for your own insurance. General stuff on top of maybe dental and vision too. Even so, if you get into a situation where you’ll be unable to work for an extended period, guess what? You get no sick leave much less extended leave. You won’t get a consistent paycheck like you would if you were employed elsewhere. You lose money for each day you don’t work, and much much more if you can’t work due to injury or illness.
The great thing about it though, is that once you get a good grasp on how to handle being self-employed, it can be pretty damn rewarding. If you’re skilled enough, you can produce a lot more content in less time, or perform a service in less time than if you were employed elsewhere. Depending on the type of work you do, you can spread your work out to be done throughout the day, and you don’t have to completely sacrifice your social life to do what needs to be done.
If you know your friends want to hang out at a bar one evening, you can spend most of the time before then that day to work, then hang out with them and relax a bit. And depending on the type of job you do, you can also work while eating lunch somewhere, or eating dinner, or elsewhere that’s not even your house. If you’ve got the proper items to do your job with and you’re able to lug them around somewhere, you can work wherever you damn well want.
So I mean, as long as you know what you’re in for, know how to do your taxes, know how to keep a good budget, then for all I care you can stay self-employed.
All Patreon does is provide a very easy platform for artists to allow their clients and customers to pay them on a consistent basis. It allows for content creators to keep doing what they’re already doing regularly instead of having to take up an entirely unrelated job that would inevitably take more time away from the things that they want to do. And those that do pay the content creator monthly truly WANT them to keep doing what they’re doing because they like their content, and want to see them do shit more often.
So to all of you who think that they’re entitled to every single little thing an artist makes– fuck you. A good amount of artists produce enough stuff for everyone to indulge in, if they want to produce something special for the people that, you know, want to support them they’ve got every right to do so.
Go take your dumbass entitlement complex and shove it up your ass.
yis plz I don’t get why some people think they can dictate what a creator does with their own patreon :T
Capitalism Stage V: even entrepreneurs are now entitled lazy-asses who don’t deserve income or respect
it’s been a while since i checked it, but there really aren’t as many jobs as you’d expect on USA Jobs
circumstances: if courage loses muriel dies, if scooby loses then shaggy dies
discuss
scooby is a gluttonous heathen who cares for nothing but the contents of his stomach
counter: scooby eats courage
Courage would traverse the depths of Scooby’s stomach and find a way to get out and enact justice upon him. Courage has defeated stronger beasts than Scooby in order to save Muriel
Courage continuously surmounts his cowardice, whereas Scooby has only ever captured a monster through happenstance. Courage is more than ready to kill for his owner, and owes more to Muriel than Scooby does to Shaggy.
