Discussion thread for the "Polls only" thread (Part 2)

I thought about it, as it is one of the jokes I use in D&D games when asked if some PV speaks some odd language.

I’ve been a Master Teacher several times in my career. My Student Teachers have ranged from the “Pretty Good” to “Change your career field, dude.”

I trained many a projectionist to run film projectors in the years that we ran film. Now I’m the only one who can do it, which seldom happens -“Oppenheimer” last year was the most recent. Training people was usually not too painful. You just have to get people to do things the right way, which is not the same as By the Book; rather it’s My Way.

I’d have likely answered that of course I’d be fine as a guinea pig for a trainee, but my spouse went for a blood test today and they asked him if he’d be okay with a trainee. In that instance, not just no, but hell no! But for many other situations, sure. I’ll even show my cashier how to count money back if they want!

As for breakfast breads, I’ll take a scone. And now I’m sad because I have a really good blueberry lemon scone recipe that I often make in winter, but it’s too hot to bake now.

I own just one Hawaiian shirt. I don’t wear it often, because I’m busty and button-up shirts don’t fit well on me, but I’ll sometimes wear it open over a tank top just because it makes me feel cheerful. Mr. Legend has one in a subdued blue-on-blue shade that’s his compromise for occasions that require something a little more formal than a t-shirt.

I got my shirt at a thrift store. I was helping the coach of a team my daughter was on and we were looking for low-budget team shirts. I saw an entire rack of matching Hawaiian shirts for something like a buck apiece, and I got enough for the team and the parents. They even gave me a discount for clearing out their identical loud shirts!

I get most of my medical care at a teaching hospital, so I’m asked to be a guinea pig all the time. I’m general, that means i get two exams, one that’s extremely thorough and a second done by an experienced doctor. I had a trainee fail to insert my IUD. (Then the experienced doctor did it.) That was painful, but he has to practice on someone, and I’m pretty good at holding still. I had a trainee do a very decent job of an endoscopy.

But i draw the line at phlebotomy. My husband can by the guinea pig for that, but I’m a hard stick and don’t like it when they go hunting for my veins. I always ask explicitly for an experienced phlebotomist.

Same here. The phlebotomy lab at my local hospital, which is attached to my doctors office, has so far proven to have a lot of really good drawers-of-blood, and I find that both unusual and wonderful… very little or no rooting around or “oh sorry”.

When I was married and my wife was having fertility issues, I had a complete fertility work up at a teaching hospital. It was comical. I bent over and a student checked my prostate, describing as he went. Then an intern, then resident, then visiting fellow from somewhere. Everyone but the receptionist.

The group discussed, in front of me, the size of my left and right testicles. The examiner palpates the teste with one hand, and a string of wooden beads of varying sizes with the other hand. The wooden balls are numbered. There was some disagreement.

The entire exam was surreal, vibes of David Lynch.

It used to be that the winner of the Best Picture Oscar was always very well known. I guess not anymore. See the answers to the question about “CODA”.

I used a computer in the early 70s. I wasn’t really into it. My little brother also used computers around the same time. He had a class that allowed him a set number of minutes of computer time. He “hacked” the system, giving himself unlimited minutes. He was really into it. When he was caught, he was threatened with a suspension, but the school administration backed off, saying that his desire to learn was a good thing.

I checked “I speak jive” when the poll first posted.

The first time I used a computer was probably one of the Apple II’s at my elementary school. So that would have been around 1985-86.

I wrote a short BASIC program on punch cards and ran it on the University of Illinois Circle Campus mainframe when I was 11 in 1973. In 1974 I was riding my bike to the local junior college and writing programs on their time share mini; anyone - even a kid - could use the computer lab, it was awesome!

A friend made me watch CODA recently. It’s a great movie, i highly recommend it.

I first used a computer (time share) sometime between 1974 and 1975, i don’t remember for sure. I picked the later bucket.

In the mid 70s, my elementary school had one of those big chonky computers that constantly made that chattering sound. Someone had programmed a simple game where you went from block to block committing crimes and propositioning ladies of the evening. Quite fun for pre-teens.

My father had bought me a copy of “My Computer Likes Me When I Speak In BASIC” when I was 11 in 1973, before I ever touched a computer. I’d write out programs longhand in a spiral notebook. I finally got to try the real thing not long after (see previous post).

I first used a computer in an introduction to programming class at University of Illinois in 1974. It was an IBM/360 and the program was input on punch cards. I used punch cards for my class work for the next 2-3 years until they finally introduced CRT terminals. However I was also using plasma terminals on the PLATO system for some non-programming classes (physics and a couple others I think), and also did some programming on PLATO outside of class work.

I think it was around 1981 when I first had a terminal in my house to connect to a work computer.

A farm intern got me briefly online using a library computer, IIRC sometime in the late 1990’s, though I’m not sure of the year; showed me how to send an email, and how to search for something online – if that was by Google, which I think it probably was, then apparently it was at least 1998. I accidentally landed on a site in Australia, and was astonished to find myself realtime connected with Australia entirely by accident and at no charge.

I didn’t get a computer until 2002, and didn’t use one elsewhere with any frequency in the meantime. But I now routinely converse via message board with people in Australia (and elsewhere.)

I had a friend around 1978 who had a home computer. I remember it took the 8" floppy disks, and it had a game that calculated artillery trajectories. This was in an IBM town, so it shouldn’t have been too uncommon.

My Father bought an IBM PC in 1984. We had Visi-calc for a spreadsheet and Easy Writer for a word processor.

I was a guinea pig when I broke my wrist, and the guy who did my cast gave me the gnarliest looking club of a cast (I had to have a plaster cast because the wrist needed more stabilization than those “wrap” casts provide). It wasn’t that that bothered it me. It was that he took so long, and I hadn’t had any pain meds yet, and I was feeling like I was going to hurl the whole time (bad pain makes me vomit). There was a very large plastic garbage can about 6’ away, and I wanted to ask him to drag it over where I could lean over it if necessary.


I had a good friend who was a phlebotomist, and it’s a real art. Luckily, I’m an easy stick, and at my doctor’s office, the blood draws are done by the specialists. Also, my sister said they had a patient once who insisted that the doctor insert her IV. No amount of cajoling could get her to accept that he (and it was a he) was the worst person to have do that. Nurses do it all the time. Doctors don’t.

I want to see CODA; I just haven’t gotten around to it.

I was using computers pre-PCs as my job. I even used punched cards for a very little while. At my next job, I had a Compaq “portable” PC to take home. It was efficient, but looked like a sewing machine. I have the modem connecting screech imbedded in my brain.