Banter RDT CLXXXII - Searching for stars in a thunderstorm

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I have an unconventional pen grip (settle down) and previous attempts at using a digital pen have been disastrous because my hand touches the screen at the same time. What I really love is it senses when the pen is in use and ignores the other input from my hand brushing the screen.

Top work, MS, I must say. It's almost enough to make me forgive you for how bad Teams is.
 
I might be the best marshmallow toaster that's ever toasted marshmallows.

When I hear stuff like this I think of making a comic book with people who have 'super powers' that aren't really that super.

You could be Toasty Dan.

My super power would be taking afternoon naps.

Anyone else care to share their 'super power'?
 
When I hear stuff like this I think of making a comic book with people who have 'super powers' that aren't really that super.

You could be Toasty Dan.

My super power would be taking afternoon naps.

Anyone else care to share their 'super power'?
Retaining employment whilst achieving f*** all.
 
When I hear stuff like this I think of making a comic book with people who have 'super powers' that aren't really that super.

You could be Toasty Dan.

My super power would be taking afternoon naps.

Anyone else care to share their 'super power'?

Whoever knew after all this time I was applying reverse sear tactics to a dusted chunk of sugar?
 

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When I hear stuff like this I think of making a comic book with people who have 'super powers' that aren't really that super.

You could be Toasty Dan.

My super power would be taking afternoon naps.

Anyone else care to share their 'super power'?

There's always either a lift waiting for me or just arriving. I call myself the Elevatrix. My archnemesis is automatic doors.
 
When I hear stuff like this I think of making a comic book with people who have 'super powers' that aren't really that super.

You could be Toasty Dan.

My super power would be taking afternoon naps.

Anyone else care to share their 'super power'?
I was psychic once. Just once.
I was walking home from school one day and when I got to the back gate I had a psychic vision.
Of what you ask?
As I touched the back gate to open the latch I was struck like a bolt of lightning, a picture of a bottle of Fanta in the kitchen sink came to my minds eye, clear as day. Ridiculous right? Particularly because my mum never, ever bought Fanta and what would it be doing in the kitchen sink anyway?
Well when I walked into the kitchen, there it was, my vision came true, there was a bottle of Fanta in the sink.
You see on that fateful day the Fanta had been on sale which was why my mum had bought it in the first place.
And why was it in the sink?
As she was bringing it into the kitchen the bag had broken, the Fanta fell to the floor, the lid slightly popped off and Fanta went everywhere, so my mum threw it straight into the sink. And there it sat until I walked into the kitchen that afternoon after school.
 
Wexford Centre would be your kryptonite. That place stitches us up every damn time
That place is absolute nightmare.
I gave up and took the stairs to the fifth floor last time.

☠️

Sadly both specialists I see are there - as well as all of my other half’s many many specialists
 
When I hear stuff like this I think of making a comic book with people who have 'super powers' that aren't really that super.

You could be Toasty Dan.

My super power would be taking afternoon naps.

Anyone else care to share their 'super power'?
I think there was a series similar to that, had the guy that played the farther from the US version of Shameless as the lead character ... superheroes with lame powers.
 
I was psychic once. Just once.
I was walking home from school one day and when I got to the back gate I had a psychic vision.
Of what you ask?
As I touched the back gate to open the latch I was struck like a bolt of lightning, a picture of a bottle of Fanta in the kitchen sink came to my minds eye, clear as day. Ridiculous right? Particularly because my mum never, ever bought Fanta and what would it be doing in the kitchen sink anyway?
Well when I walked into the kitchen, there it was, my vision came true, there was a bottle of Fanta in the sink.
You see on that fateful day the Fanta had been on sale which was why my mum had bought it in the first place.
And why was it in the sink?
As she was bringing it into the kitchen the bag had broken, the Fanta fell to the floor, the lid slightly popped off and Fanta went everywhere, so my mum threw it straight into the sink. And there it sat until I walked into the kitchen that afternoon after school.

I welled up a bit at this tragic loss.
 
That place is absolute nightmare.
I gave up and took the stairs to the fifth floor last time.

☠️

Sadly both specialists I see are there - as well as all of my other half’s many many specialists

Awful place to travel vertically, I must agree. We'd take even longer on the stairs with the young bloke, though!

Half the problem seems to be people on their way back to the carpark getting that floor wrong and fluffing about in the vertical travel box.
 
I was psychic once. Just once.
I was walking home from school one day and when I got to the back gate I had a psychic vision.
Of what you ask?
As I touched the back gate to open the latch I was struck like a bolt of lightning, a picture of a bottle of Fanta in the kitchen sink came to my minds eye, clear as day. Ridiculous right? Particularly because my mum never, ever bought Fanta and what would it be doing in the kitchen sink anyway?
Well when I walked into the kitchen, there it was, my vision came true, there was a bottle of Fanta in the sink.
You see on that fateful day the Fanta had been on sale which was why my mum had bought it in the first place.
And why was it in the sink?
As she was bringing it into the kitchen the bag had broken, the Fanta fell to the floor, the lid slightly popped off and Fanta went everywhere, so my mum threw it straight into the sink. And there it sat until I walked into the kitchen that afternoon after school.

It's like an origin story, but instead of losing your parents to a mugger after making them leave the theatre, you lost your bottle of Fanta. And instead of going on to fight crime you went on to fall in creeks at stoner festivals.
 
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