Hey Doug I have a pretty high heat tolerance, but I don't get to eat it often. It sounds like you ate it often enough to answer my question. Did your heat tolerance ever go up when the food was on the way out. Because thats the worst part about eating my favorite Thai food.

My bitch is tailgaters, and thats self explanitory. I'm starting to wonder if they are teaching a 1 second rule in drivers ed or something. Seriously I can be cruising at 60 (5 mph over) and be getting tailgated, so I can speed up to 75 and still that same chick(usually it's a chick) will be right on my ***. I'm just like what the hell.

 

You know- to my best recollection, I never had that problem with anything but jalapenos, although I could be wrong about the Habaneros. There's even a medical term for the exit burns from a jalapeno. I think it's "Jalapronitis" , but I could be wrong, but I know there is one for real.
Actually- I even developed a resistance to the dreaded jalapeno in that department.
But, now for something completely different.......... Even before the Cancer, I was always experimenting with different strains of plants. One of them was jalapenos. I found a strain called jalapas that produced big meaty peppers, and was one of my favorites.
Here's the thing about hot peppers. The cultural conditions have more to do with the heat level than the genetics, (at least with jalapenos). Here where I live in Texas, the summers can be brutally hot and dry. Stress raises the capsicum levels in the peppers. Now I can't swear to it, but am 99% sure the hottest jalapenos I ever encountered were TAM mild peppers.
Texas A&M Hybrid Peppers designed to be milder than normal.( Regardless whether these were TAMs or not, and I pretty sure they were), these peppers that came out of my garden were the most wicked peppers I have ever encountered.
I made the mistake of trying to slice some very thin on some nachos and wash them down with some beer. I even seeded them, (where most of the heat usually is), before pickling them. Thanks to the beer, I was able to withstand the burn of them going down.
But I felt them. I felt them move through every inch of my digestive system. They would burn all along the way. It's funny how that brought back a visual of high school biology as I felt it move for a long time through the small intestines and then hit the large. It was kinda like spilling a beer all over the biggest guy in the bar, you knew it was a mistake, and you knew the pain was coming, but there wasn't a whole hell of a lot you could do about it. That was the only time I can ever remember crying on a toilet.

 

Hey- Has anyone here ever been to a Dickens Fruit Stand?

 

Man thats one bad pepper. I'm not a big fan of just eating hot stuff just to eat it. I like it to taste good, so I usually don't eat jalapenos(I don't like them by themselves), unless it's a popper(which are so awesome it's rediculous) or nachos or whats called Texas toothpicks up here. I useually eat the cayene pepper based jelly. However there is a small little pepper that is really good even by itself, don't know what it's called but it's lime green and small, and it's really good on a Chicago style hot dog.

 

Neither do I- which is why I am reduced to such anemic heat levels these days. The cool thing is that I have figured out ways to get the same result taste -wise, in many areas. So what i am sitting on is a taste level for the chile head at a heat tolerance level of the newbie.I can (pretty much) compare the flavor of anything hot with the same experience without the heat. Not everything can be converted, or even compared, but I feel it is something that I hold a little bit of a unique view on.

 

Man, I can't believe that no one has experienced the total awesomeness of a Dickens fruit stand. They are Nationwide and you probably have one in your backyard. Again- Dickens Fruit Stands are unique if you had ever experienced one, you would never forget it.
Not only does Dickens carry only the finest fruits and vegetables available locally, their REAL claim to fame has to be the apple cider that they produce.
This stuff is so good, that even my mom, an excellent cook in her own right, occasionally, just has to have some Dicken's Cider. I remember a while back, a girlfriend of mine was so crazy about that stuff, that she couldn't even go a day with some Dickens Cider.
I really don't know why it doesn't seem to enlist the same response among your average guy, although there are probably a few around that are excited by this.
Anyway- Just on the outside chance that this isn't making any sense to you- Have someone read this post to you.

 

OK Here's today's bitch- a small and insignificant but irritating one. You're going along following a thread and all of a sudden -BOOM ! Someone posts some gigantic pics and now you have to scroll back and forth and back and forth to read each line.
Jeff Foxworthy ain't got nothin on me, he'd have to change it to "smarter than a 2nd grader" when it comes to me and computers, so I've done it myself. There's times when you just can't avoid it as well ( although rare). But all in all, I think it's done way more than it should be.

 

Heck- it's 2 for 1 day today.... I pay a bunch of money to have super high speed Internet and run it through a computer so slow I can get up and fix a sandwich every time it tries to do anything. I'm so tired of looking at a 1/4" by 2" rectangle turn blue tiny bit by tiny bit by tiny bit by................................................ .tiny bit......................... BIG jump! 1/4 of the way now..........................tiny bit.......... by tiny bit.........NOTHING .........( I'm gonna go pee).............( OK I'm back)........NOTHING.........................(is thing on?).............................tiny bit............- you get the idea.
I'm starting to think the worst definition of "locked up" may not mean going to the pen. They prolly got better computers than me, they might be locked up but their computers prolly aren't.

 

I have a bitch today. "Higher Education" one of the biggest rip offs in the world. I have been unemployed for 6 months, and now I'm thinking about going to school since it's getting paid for(I have no idea what I want to do yet). Ok so here is my gripe they make you take all these classes that you don't NEED in order to get a degree. First off I'm paying for these classes that I MUST take, and pass to get a degree, and I don't have a choice in the matter. Not only that but the teacher more often than not doesn't even give a crap about you, unlike the high school teachers where I went to high school at, and I didn't pay a dime out of pocket for high school. Isn't that messed up. Tech schools are the same way, say I want to be a welder, well guess what I still gotta take english 101, it's freaking B.S.

Seriously someone should make a college where you only pay for what you want to pay for, and whatever classes you take count towards your degree, and there are no required courses or required number of courses to take.

Or how about just a school that gives you certificates for every class you participate and gives you a rank in that class instead of a degree, just like the military. I'm not totaly against the way things are done. I'm sure if you want to be a teacher or a lawyer or a doctor traditional college is great, but for anything else I think it's mostly unecessary.

 

I'll agree with you for the most part. There are advantages to knowing all the basics though. Of course, if you've paid attention in HS you've probably got enough basics already. Where I appreciate it is when I'm trying to read some thread and the guy's spelling and sentence structure are so bad it's like trying to decipher a puzzle.
The MO for College Professors seems to be pretty standard. The idea is- in HS you were a kid and it's the teachers job to teach you. In College, you are now an adult and it's your job to get your own education. That being said, if you're having problems, most will be glad to help you if you catch them when they have some time and ask.
I don't remember much about College, I think I misunderstood the meaning of "higher education".
How about this- when you get through with all that higher education, you can be highly educated while being unemployed.
Funny thing is- what you describe sounds a lot like how the mechanic field works.

 

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Originally Posted by doug1222556

Where I appreciate it is when I'm trying to read some thread and the guy's spelling and sentence structure are so bad it's like trying to decipher a puzzle.

Bingo!!!!!

I don't read or respond to posts where the person won't use at least reasonably
correct grammar & English & paragraph construction, and people who do that
consistently are on my Ignore list (the forum software hides their future posts
from me). I spend enough time in my day job reading often cryptic, machine-
generated messages and figuring out what they mean, I shouldn't have to do
the same thing when reading stuff from people.

More generally, if you write like a semi-literate boob you will very likely be
ignored. - Eric S. Raymond
http://catb.org/~esr/faqs/smart-questions.html#writewell

Cripe, even Microsoft agrees:
http://support.microsoft.com/kb/555375

 

What tech schools have you been looking at? The few that have sent reps to talk to our metal shop class have said they only offer classes relevant to what you want to do, no english or such. Lincoln and WyoTech are a couple I can name off the top of my head.

 

Those schools most likely only give you a certificate not a degree. My opinion is you are smarter with a certificate because you didnt waste as much money taking classes you did not need.

 

Thanks for the opportunity....

In no particular order...

I'm probably one of those guys who "have money" that was mentioned earlier. Why do I have money? I "wasted" 8 years on higher education, taking "unnecessary" classes like English Comp, Humanities, Renaissance through Modern (the prof was HOT), and writing Masters dissertations and PhD theses. I drive paid-for vehicles, spend less than I make, pack my lunch every day, fix things myself, and make decisions about where to spend my money rather than wondering where it went. I never moved back home once I left for college, paid for every class myself, and worked a 40/hr week job for the duration of both undergraduate degrees as well as my Master's. I borrowed $1,000 from my dad at one point, but paid it back in 6 months. So what is the gripe? My siblings, and parents for that matter, think I'm "lucky" to have such a good job, nice home, and nice things. They seem to overlook the fact that they all dropped out of high school and either got knocked up or knocked up some chick (depending on gender of course). Next, they punch out 5 kids they can't afford, live on food stamps, bleed my parents dry, and are at times homeless. I have paid for countless Christmases for their kids (anonymously of course) and will do it again this year I'm sure. Just tonight, my deadbeat brother, his fat chick, and 5 kids were at our mother's house with the rest of us, complaining about being broke, not having a place to live, not having (or looking for) a job, not having a running car, but they were able to drive away in our dad's truck (F150 by the way) smoking the cigarettes they were magically able to afford, burning gas he bought. Brother, Fat Chick, and the 5 demons can't fit in a regular cab truck of course, so another family member shuttled them the 30 miles to their house -- on their dime. Since my dad is broke from supporting deadbeat kids..........whoa, now I'm getting fired up..............he drops hints to me that I should start helping support them too -- because, after all, I'm lucky and have a good job.

My wife's mooch sister, whose accomplishments include moving back home with her parents no fewer than 4 times since leaving for college, with the most recent bout seeing her living at home for 2 years at age 35.... She finally did move out recently, to a house she was given by her parents -- free and clear. Grandpa died and my father-in-law gifted one daughter with a paid-for house and car and the other daughter nothing. Because, after all, I have a good job and we make good decisions.

Recently, my wife asked her mother if she could have a dresser that belonged to the deceased grandpa. Mom said no, that she'd have to pay for it. After all, I'm lucky and have a good job.

Don't get me wrong, I thank God daily for my situation and I know it can be taken from me in an instant. My gripe is, luck had little to do with my situation. A butt-load of hard work had a LOT to do with it. Those who consider "luck" to be the primary contributor to my success irritate me because they don't seem to realize they can do it to. Get off welfare, off food-stamps, get your lazy butt to work and see what happens.

Did you know that you cannot think beyond your own vocabulary? Limited vocabulary? Limited ability to reason. English 101 might not be a bad thing..

I cruise these forums because I'm restoring an 85 F-150 that belonged to my grandfather, which, of course, I had to BUY from my dad. The cool thing is, unless my "luck" changes for the worse soon, I'll be able to throw money at it and do it right. I'll do all the work, but I won't have to skimp on parts. I'm staying with the 4.9 but going old-school hotrod because hotrod L6s are cool. So far, Clifford has a bunch of my money but nothing is assembled yet.

Time remove myself from my $1,400 Lazy-Boy and go clean the kitchen. The heat and massage has made me sleepy. I don't mind cleaning the kitchen -- my wife's an excellent cook and the primary teacher at our 2 child home school. She has a couple of degrees too, both in education like me, but she gladly sacrifices her career to raise and educate our children. I'll check back later, to see who I've angered and if one of the deadbeat siblings has read this post. Just remember, brothers and sisters, if you're (not "your" by the way) inclined to twist-off and give me a piece of your mind please remember to make sure you have a piece to spare and, more importantly, use complete sentences, spell-check, and good grammar.

 

Crap....... $10 to the first person who finds the type-o in my rant about hard work and education! Sheesh..