A long, long time ago, someone told me that crimes are committed separately. (I don’t even remember the person who told me this.) The situation that was discussed in that conversation was that a burglar had entered a home illicitly, fallen due to some code violation, and hurt themself.

The homeowner was able to conduct a case against the invader, but the criminal was also able to sue for … Whatever you sue for when you get hurt in someone else’s house. Neither jury was allowed to know the details of the other’s case, or perhaps they were instructed to disregard their knowledge.

The point is, in one possible suit the person we would likely agree is the victim is legally the victim; and in the other they are legally the perpetrator. According to the law, the two are not relevant to each other.

… Is what I was told decades ago by this person I barely remember.

Honk!

I used to work in a call center with a very long spiel for answering the phone. I never used it when someone called me, but one time I had a dream that my phone was ringing at work. I woke up (sort of), picked up my cell phone, and recited the script … Only to finally open my eyes and see I was talking to no one but my befuddled dog.

Yeah, I’ve been on the same page.

Fortunately I haven’t been in a formal classroom setting in years.

Good luck!

Strongly agreed!

I’ve always heard that baldness primarily comes from the mother.

It’s anecdotal, but back when I was on Reddit, I saw someone say that a prospective employer actually required your full credentials so that they could check your private information as well.

… To whom?

My theory (or perhaps more accurately, hope) was that they were parked nearby, say at a local grocery store; from there they sent this text, then left the parking lot, honked, and parked once again at their nearby home before sending the final text.

And that from the father of economics.

My third grade teacher told me that negative numbers aren’t real.

Reflecting back on it thirty years later, it’s clear what she meant, but the poorly communicated statement and arguments she made were very upsetting to me, someone who at the time was very proud of having just learned the concept.

In the moment, I had the same reaction as you. Shortly thereafter, my mom - who was not at all a fan of that teacher - took my brother and me out of public school and we started homeschool.

That’s true! However, I don’t like “what” there - friend or no, he was a who, not a what. I just couldn’t write “who I thought was a friend,” though reading it now it seems okay. Ah well; I’m no novelist, so feel free to claim the quote for yourself if you’d like.

I once had what I thought was a friend, but who was definitely a teacher. He joked that he brought a floppy disk to his school and his students asked who had 3d printed a save icon.

The first picture is brownies. The second picture is knees that are not brown, presumably because color blind people wouldn’t see brown in the world of this joke. It’s not really how color blindness works and, IMHO, not that great of a joke … But you can make it make sense if you try.

I bet there are magnets to allow that.

But… They’re not brown …

Ohhhhhhhhhhh.

I’m glad you were here, because I never, ever … Ever would have gotten that.

That’s a fair assessment.

My ortho has recently requested that I have some imaging done on my back, but anticipates a surgery to fuse my vertebrae will be needed. After that, from what I’ve been told, I’ll primarily have to conquer psychological barriers.

As a kid, I once heard the theory that aliens are actually time travelers fucking with people.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LD6nxu8cNIA