People can be so wierd...

[Fifthfiend]

You know how you could solve your problem? Is if you started playing basketball. You should do that.

[slightly aboveaverage man]

I would suggest beating them into a coma with a basketball

now hows THAT for irony!

[Fifthfiend]

Incidentally, Sidarth, it just might be possible they're trying to give you a compliment. You might want to think that one over.

[Sithdarth]

I've tried. I am a 6'6" 220 lbs geek. That isn't exactly a good combination for sports. Although, after being in karate for four years perhasp I have built up enough coordination for the sport. The only other problem is I have no interest in the sport at all.

Anyway, that won't stop the questions just chnage them. Like switch basketball to football or track. That or a get to explain why any jock would major in physics.

It is really fun, if this happens to happen at a gathering of people, to sit in the corner for a while after informing someone of this. After some time listening to conversations you interject with some random strange physics concept that in somehow relates to the conversations From this point one of two things happen:

1) Your ignored, which is funny in its own way
2) They attempt to argue the point with you, forgetting your stated major

Then they get huffy and leave when you make a fool of them or they attempt some sort of standard comeback and look like a comlpete ass.

Back on topic: Have you ever ran into one of those people that like to repeat everything at least three times saying it in a different way each time? My mom does this and it annoys me to no end. Then I catch myself doing it and I have to go beat my head against a wall.

Edit: Except after the 300th time you kind of stop careing, and do the really think I don't realise I am tall enough to play basketball.

[Fifthfiend]

Actually, that was less a serious suggestion than just me giving you useless advice.

[Minor Dizaster]

Originally Posted by Sithdarth

Back on topic: Have you ever ran into one of those people that like to repeat everything at least three times saying it in a different way each time? My mom does this and it annoys me to no end. Then I catch myself doing it and I have to go beat my head against a wall.

What do you mean by this? Give an example.

[Sithdarth]

Like every time she wants me to do something right after she finishes saying it she will tell me again, but in a different way. Then she leaves for a bit and tells me again the next time she sees me at least twice more.

[lazy man]

One thing that actually creeps me out after I think about is why people need a perfect lawn. It's not like it does anything for you. I mowed my lawn a couple days ago and my dad wants me to get every damn inch that's cuttable. I can't do that! (more like I don't want to, but it's not like he's gonna listen to me) It just annoys me when people want you to do more than neccessary, especially for a god damn lawn.

[Mashirosen]

Lawn-mania in America can actually be traced back to a little-known 1800s architect named Frank J. Scott, who in 1870 published a book called the Art of Beautifying Suburban Home Grounds of Small Extent. Maybe his works were as crappy as his titles and that's why he's so obscure, the book I got this from doesn't say.

Anyway, his big idea was that having a pretty lawn could be a cheap and effective way of beautifying urban and suburban homes. Which is nice enough, but he then carries it a step further and suggests that lawn maintenance is part of the social contract, and that people who don't fall in line are slatterns and should be urged to repent by their neighbors, thus eventually giving us neighborhood association guidelines (and therefore one of my favorite X-Files episodes, "Arcadia", so maybe it's not all bad). The book quotes him:

.... "no lawn can be brought to perfection if cut less often than once a week"

He decreed that weeds "are to be dealt with like cancers" and removed with "a long sharp knife, and busy fingers."

And my favorite:

"Let your lawn be your home's velvet robe, and your flowers its not-too-promiscuous decoration."

Leave it to a Victorian to make a sentiment about home maintenance sound vaguely porny.

Anyway, the book explains that his ideas caught on big-time with the Victorians, carried on into becoming symbols of upright middle-class culture in the '50s via TV sitcoms, and from there into the public consciousness forever. So there you go -- next time you have to slave over a weed whacker, you can curse the name of Frank Jesup Scott for your troubles.

[Fifthfiend]

Lawn-mania in America can actually be traced back to a little-known 1800s architect named Frank J. Scott, who in 1870 published a book called the Art of Beautifying Suburban Home Grounds of Small Extent.

The things you can learn on the Internet.

Speaking of which, apparently the outdoor plaza of the Betty Ford Clinic is a hotbed of sexual debauchery such that Studio 54 circa 1977 would look like a Mormon Tabernacle Choir convention by comparison. All the junkies have their libidos come back online for the first time in God knows how long, and off they go.

Isn't learning fun?