Hurricanes Lounge XXXIV: I've had it with these mother f***ing snakes...

[MinJaBen]

Everybody else got through it OK, although my uncle and his wife both had to be hospitalized it was only a 3-4 day stay for them. My dad has been in ICU for almost two weeks but is slowly improving. My sister is worse than that. Both should survive but it will be a long road back; my dad's doctor says he may not be 100% for a year or more and may never recover fully.



Not a ventilator, but a bipap machine. Which as I understand it, is basically a ventilator except the interface is a mask instead of intubation. Less chance of infections, etc.

Good to hear. Actually, a bipap is more similar to a Cpap that a lot of people use for sleep apnea, except instead of constant pressure, you have an alternating pressure to help with clearing the lungs. My wife uses a bipap at night due to her GVHD lung issues.

 

[Roboturner913]

Apparently they're having good success using those instead of intubations even in severe cases. I only have a very general understanding of it though.

 

[MinJaBen]

Apparently they're having good success using those instead of intubations even in severe cases. I only have a very general understanding of it though.

Funny thing, I mentioned what you and I said to my wife about the bipap….she thought your analogy was closer than mine.

 

[Roboturner913]

you talked about something from this board in real life?

 

[Boom Boom Apathy]

Oh, I frequently tell my wife about discussions on here. Even the hotwife part. She thinks we are all morons, but it will make for an interesting discussion if we ever have an HF tailgate (no pun intended)

 

[NotOpie]

Oh, I frequently tell my wife about discussions on here. Even the hotwife part. She thinks we are all morons, but it will make for an interesting discussion if we ever have an HF tailgate (no pun intended)

My wife can't understand how I view you folks....she thinks its sort of like an old guy video game or a hockey version of dungeons and dragons.

 

[Roboturner913]

HF tailgate (no pun intended)

*no* pun intended?

I don't even know who you are anymore. See this is why I can only hang out with @Lempo now

 

[the halleJOKEL]

My wife can't understand how I view you folks....she thinks its sort of like an old guy video game or a hockey version of dungeons and dragons.

whichever two of you are taking the faceoff, go ahead and roll initiative

 

[Navin R Slavin]

My wife can't understand how I view you folks....she thinks its sort of like an old guy video game or a hockey version of dungeons and dragons.

Well, Mrs. Hank knows all kinds of dumb shit about y'all, so.

 

[Boom Boom Apathy]

*no* pun intended?

I don't even know who you are anymore. See this is why I can only hang out with @Lempo now

I showed my wife this post. Her comment? f*** that guy, pun intended.

Edit: ok, I may have made this up

 

[Surrounded By Ahos]

She thinks we are all morons,

She's outta line, but she's right.

 

[HisIceness]

Let's not kid ourselves, compared to other corners of the interwebs this place is a f***ing Mensa meeting.

 

[Roboturner913]

Let's not kid ourselves, compared to other corners of the interwebs this place is a f***ing Mensa meeting.

Oh please, surely there are tons of places on the internet where you can seamlessly read and discuss theoretical physics, real estate, weed, memes, weed memes, Finnish oral tradition, subprime auto loans, fried chicken, amateur psychology, hotwives, barbecue and poop stains, all in 2 hours on the same thread and nobody even bats an eye?

 

[HisIceness]

Oh please, surely there are tons of places on the internet where you can seamlessly read and discuss theoretical physics, real estate, weed, memes, weed memes, Finnish oral tradition, subprime auto loans, fried chicken, amateur psychology, hotwives, barbecue and poop stains, all in 2 hours on the same thread and nobody even bats an eye?

I hear Reddit is opening up a sub-forum for this very thing tomorrow afternoon!

 

[tarheelhockey]

Oh please, surely there are tons of places on the internet where you can seamlessly read and discuss theoretical physics, real estate, weed, memes, weed memes, Finnish oral tradition, subprime auto loans, fried chicken, amateur psychology, hotwives, barbecue and poop stains, all in 2 hours on the same thread and nobody even bats an eye?

This all looks very impressive until you see the chart that shows the percentage of time spent talking about fried chicken and barbecue as opposed to all of those other topics combined.

 

[VibesAlive]

This all looks very impressive until you see the chart that shows the percentage of time spent talking about fried chicken and barbecue as opposed to all of those other topics combined.

I just bought an extra large big green egg and on my first cook I want to pimp up smoke sausage. Let the stats show that.

 

[HisIceness]

I just bought an extra large big green egg and on my first cook I want to pimp up smoke sausage. Let the stats show that.

 

[tarheelhockey]

This gif reminds me of the time I was waiting at the Apple Store at Crabtree (for like four ****ing hours) and an older gentleman comes stamping through the door like he’s gonna punch somebody.

He strides up to the iPad-toting teenager at the front and demands to speak to the manager about having his phone replaced with the insurance he paid for (and he said it just like that… the insurance plan he paid for, by god!). I don’t remember all the details, but he was projecting his voice from his chest so the whole room of people could hear, presumably so they could bear witness to how his middle-aged consumer rage once gave him a free pass to the front of an hours-long line.

Anyone who has done business with the Apple Store can imagine how the next few moments went went. The soullessly-grinning teen consulted his iPad with great concern, and gently informed the gentleman that he would have an X hour wait. Cue dramatics.

So Terry (I understand this is what we call male Karens now?) pulls up his belt, along with his privilege, and walks past the scheduler to the second layer of management deeper in the store. At this point, he has engaged in Serious Business. And he now has the undivided attention of the roughly 85 people jammed into a pre-COVID corporate fishbowl.

What followed was like an Apple training video on techniques for calmly explaining the concept of an ineligible insurance claim to a man who visibly appears to be on the verge of bursting an artery. Up against the full brunt of corporate apathy, and yet also unable to gain the moral high ground against a patiently smiling teenager, Terry had an ace card left in his arsenal — the angry exit.

Fully aware that he was now performing on stage, he stamped back down the center aisle with the path-clearing energy of a charging rhinoceros. Past the dead-eyed scheduler. Past me, cursing the dead phone that forever forced me to relate this story through print instead of video. And to the threshold of the front door, where he stopped and turned on his heel for one last volley.

He would never, he informed us all, never purchase an Apple product again! Red in the face but apparently satisfied that he had restored his dignity, he turned and took one last hard stride toward the threshold of the Apple Store.

Except it wasn’t the door. It was a meticulously spotless, perfectly transparent, floor-to-ceiling window.

 

[hockeynjune]

I just bought an extra large big green egg and on my first cook I want to pimp up smoke sausage. Let the stats show that.

Love my Xl BGE

 

[Navin R Slavin]

This gif reminds me of the time I was waiting at the Apple Store at Crabtree (for like four ****ing hours) and an older gentleman comes stamping through the door like he’s gonna punch somebody.

He strides up to the iPad-toting teenager at the front and demands to speak to the manager about having his phone replaced with the insurance he paid for (and he said it just like that… the insurance plan he paid for, by god!). I don’t remember all the details, but he was projecting his voice from his chest so the whole room of people could hear, presumably so they could bear witness to how his middle-aged consumer rage once gave him a free pass to the front of an hours-long line.

Anyone who has done business with the Apple Store can imagine how the next few moments went went. The soullessly-grinning teen consulted his iPad with great concern, and gently informed the gentleman that he would have an X hour wait. Cue dramatics.

So Terry (I understand this is what we call male Karens now?) pulls up his belt, along with his privilege, and walks past the scheduler to the second layer of management deeper in the store. At this point, he has engaged in Serious Business. And he now has the undivided attention of the roughly 85 people jammed into a pre-COVID corporate fishbowl.

What followed was like an Apple training video on techniques for calmly explaining the concept of an ineligible insurance claim to a man who visibly appears to be on the verge of bursting an artery. Up against the full brunt of corporate apathy, and yet also unable to gain the moral high ground against a patiently smiling teenager, Terry had an ace card left in his arsenal — the angry exit.

Fully aware that he was now performing on stage, he stamped back down the center aisle with the path-clearing energy of a charging rhinoceros. Past the dead-eyed scheduler. Past me, cursing the dead phone that forever forced me to relate this story through print instead of video. And to the threshold of the front door, where he stopped and turned on his heel for one last volley.

He would never, he informed us all, never purchase an Apple product again! Red in the face but apparently satisfied that he had restored his dignity, he turned and took one last hard stride toward the threshold of the Apple Store.

Except it wasn’t the door. It was a meticulously spotless, perfectly transparent, floor-to-ceiling window.

Come on, Paul Harvey! Where's... the rest of the story?

 

[Roboturner913]

LOL that's a great story and well told

 

[MinJaBen]

Come on, Paul Harvey! Where's... the rest of the story?

And I thought @Boom Boom Apathy was the geezer on these boards...

 

[Surrounded By Ahos]

This gif reminds me of the time I was waiting at the Apple Store at Crabtree (for like four ****ing hours) and an older gentleman comes stamping through the door like he’s gonna punch somebody.

He strides up to the iPad-toting teenager at the front and demands to speak to the manager about having his phone replaced with the insurance he paid for (and he said it just like that… the insurance plan he paid for, by god!). I don’t remember all the details, but he was projecting his voice from his chest so the whole room of people could hear, presumably so they could bear witness to how his middle-aged consumer rage once gave him a free pass to the front of an hours-long line.

Anyone who has done business with the Apple Store can imagine how the next few moments went went. The soullessly-grinning teen consulted his iPad with great concern, and gently informed the gentleman that he would have an X hour wait. Cue dramatics.

So Terry (I understand this is what we call male Karens now?) pulls up his belt, along with his privilege, and walks past the scheduler to the second layer of management deeper in the store. At this point, he has engaged in Serious Business. And he now has the undivided attention of the roughly 85 people jammed into a pre-COVID corporate fishbowl.

What followed was like an Apple training video on techniques for calmly explaining the concept of an ineligible insurance claim to a man who visibly appears to be on the verge of bursting an artery. Up against the full brunt of corporate apathy, and yet also unable to gain the moral high ground against a patiently smiling teenager, Terry had an ace card left in his arsenal — the angry exit.

Fully aware that he was now performing on stage, he stamped back down the center aisle with the path-clearing energy of a charging rhinoceros. Past the dead-eyed scheduler. Past me, cursing the dead phone that forever forced me to relate this story through print instead of video. And to the threshold of the front door, where he stopped and turned on his heel for one last volley.

He would never, he informed us all, never purchase an Apple product again! Red in the face but apparently satisfied that he had restored his dignity, he turned and took one last hard stride toward the threshold of the Apple Store.

Except it wasn’t the door. It was a meticulously spotless, perfectly transparent, floor-to-ceiling window.

I do love a happy ending

 

[LostInaLostWorld]

This gif reminds me of the time I was waiting at the Apple Store at Crabtree (for like four ****ing hours) and an older gentleman comes stamping through the door like he’s gonna punch somebody.

He strides up to the iPad-toting teenager at the front and demands to speak to the manager about having his phone replaced with the insurance he paid for (and he said it just like that… the insurance plan he paid for, by god!). I don’t remember all the details, but he was projecting his voice from his chest so the whole room of people could hear, presumably so they could bear witness to how his middle-aged consumer rage once gave him a free pass to the front of an hours-long line.

Anyone who has done business with the Apple Store can imagine how the next few moments went went. The soullessly-grinning teen consulted his iPad with great concern, and gently informed the gentleman that he would have an X hour wait. Cue dramatics.

So Terry (I understand this is what we call male Karens now?) pulls up his belt, along with his privilege, and walks past the scheduler to the second layer of management deeper in the store. At this point, he has engaged in Serious Business. And he now has the undivided attention of the roughly 85 people jammed into a pre-COVID corporate fishbowl.

What followed was like an Apple training video on techniques for calmly explaining the concept of an ineligible insurance claim to a man who visibly appears to be on the verge of bursting an artery. Up against the full brunt of corporate apathy, and yet also unable to gain the moral high ground against a patiently smiling teenager, Terry had an ace card left in his arsenal — the angry exit.

Fully aware that he was now performing on stage, he stamped back down the center aisle with the path-clearing energy of a charging rhinoceros. Past the dead-eyed scheduler. Past me, cursing the dead phone that forever forced me to relate this story through print instead of video. And to the threshold of the front door, where he stopped and turned on his heel for one last volley.

He would never, he informed us all, never purchase an Apple product again! Red in the face but apparently satisfied that he had restored his dignity, he turned and took one last hard stride toward the threshold of the Apple Store.

Except it wasn’t the door. It was a meticulously spotless, perfectly transparent, floor-to-ceiling window.

My niece is married to a guy who is Apple tech support to celebrites - jocks, movie stars, etc. who get their phones for free. Needless to say you have to have quite a bit of tact. And though he cannot divulge users names he can sometimes tell about an incident where it is fairly easy to determine the user (and promise not to tell). Some surprusingly good and terrible people. One of the regular hurdles is the celebrities having their flunkies call but due to privacy issues he can only deal with the user. Much profanity ensues.

 

[tarheelhockey]

One of the regular hurdles is the celebrities having their flunkies call but due to privacy issues he can only deal with the user. Much profanity ensues.

Yeah that's just not gonna happen with Apple. They're absolutely rigid when it comes to that stuff. Back in the early days of iphones I forgot the password to my Apple ID and had to shut down the account and start over, because there was no amount of proving my identity that could replace that password.