for an “engineer” to come an install my broadband. And by install I mean spend about 15 minutes plugging a little black box in.
What the actual fuck , when did society decide it was acceptable to be paying someone £50 for 15 minutes work (£200 per hour) that a fucking chimp could do.
And to call them engineers is offensive at best given I’m having do a 4 year degree , paying nearly £13k tuition fees and then needing years of industrial experience to be able to call myself a chartered engineer. Installing internet is not engineering, so fuck off and stop devaluing my degree.
"Omg I go so hyper after eating/drinking …" "I was buzzing from a sugar rush"
It’s bollocks, there is zero link between sugar, colourings , additives and hyperactivity. Essentially parents expect their kids to get hyper from Coke for example so they see hyper kids.
Experiments have been done where all the sample were given fizzy drinks , but half of the parents were told their children had not had the fizzy drink. Only the parents that were told their child had drunk fizzy reported them as being hyper. Reverses of this test were also carried out.
Anyone who claims they went hyper from sugar is either attention seeking , trying to justify stupid behaviour , or just looking to make conversation.
My mum and I were watching a program about really ill children in great ormond street hospital. Essentially it focused on how the doctors deal with the ethical issues on surgery etc.
They grew one child a new trachea because her’s was incapable of holding itself open or something along those lines (details irrelevant to my point)
They grew the new one from her stem cells in a lab, at this point my mum said about it being incredible science. Which it is.
I then said “And some people try and say it’s wrong and say “oh but you’re playing god” , they can fuck off”
My mum being a religious lady had an incredible point; that if god had thought it that bad for us to use stem cells , he’d never have let us. Which I thought was a wonderfully reasoned point from a religious person.
Haha! Fair play. We tend to swap back and forth because we're only a floor apart, and each of our flats has good points and bad - all our food is generally in Michael's kitchen, his laptop doesn't make as much noise as my computer, his flatmates mind less than mine if we smoke, and his speakers are better quality, but my bed has more pillows, my room tends to be tidier, and I have a bigger telly. It's nice to have a change.
“If you’re bent with arthritis
And your bowels have got colitis
You’ve galloping bollockitis
And you’re thinking it’s time you died
If you’ve been a man of action
And you’re lying there in traction
You can gain some satisfaction
Thinking Jesus at least I tried”—Luke Kelly (via here-because-im-here)
It isn’t anyone’s drink, The hangover council of house 46 (me and my three house mates sitting in the kitchen in the morning on a Saturday outrageously hungover and comparing notes from the previous night) agreed that wine gives the worst hangovers. Apart from port maybe , which is strong wine so it makes sense.
“‘Beware the irrational, however seductive. Shun the ‘transcendent’ and all who invite you to subordinate or annihilate yourself. Distrust compassion; prefer dignity for yourself and others. Don’t be afraid to be thought arrogant or selfish. Picture all experts as they were mammals. Never be a spectator of unfairness or stupidity. Seek out argument and disputation for their own sake; the grave will supply plenty of time for silence. Suspect your own motives, and all excuses. Do not live for others any more than you would expect others to live for you.’”—Hitch: ‘Letters to a Young Contrarian’