Scylla, unless I’ve mistaken you for someone else, aren’t you the guy who voluntarily waterboarded himself because you didn’t think it was torture, then posted all about how you were wrong and yes, it is horrible torture? That IS hardcore.
My (now ex) GF yesterday said that I could handle something because I’d been the kid ‘who beat people up with garden hoses.’ I objected that it was only one person, and it was strangled, not beaten, and in self-defence, but she still seems to think it’s bad-ass.
The ‘ex’ part is unconnected, btw. She’s not scared of me or anything. I mean, we don’t even have a garden.
ETA: @Superhal: I get that ALL the time too. A couple of times the person has even then wandered away with a dazed look and no further comments.
In response to a post I made in this thread about my long-ago exploits working in a venom lab, lieu said:
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My gosh, that’s one of the most bad ass posts I’ve ever read. If our country ever runs out of titanium, the defense department is probably going to want to mine your nuts.
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A quick read of the post that elicited this response will reveal that I don’t quite merit the praise.
Big deal. That looks like a Nerf rock. Can’t have weighed more than 5 or 6 pounds. I’m surprised it cut you. I hit myself in the head with rocks like that whenever I need gravel.
(I feel the need to ridicule true badassery when I encounter it, as a defense against my own inadequacy. Pay no mind.)
I remember at a large work place gathering the topic of the Unabomber came up. He had just been caught. One person expressed their opinion that they had always figured it was actually me. Most others agreed.
I told em I was just good at framing people too.
And at about that same time, I had to run to Radio Shack to buy a crapload of miscellaneous electrical components for a work project. It was hundreds of dollars of little cheap parts. I had a giant pile on the table. The FIRST words out of the cashiers mouth were “are you building a bomb or something?”
And the ONLY time I been told I was lottiering and needed to move along was in front of that very same Radio Shack.
I guess I need to send a photo and resume to Hollywood and see if there are any openings for “creepy looking bomber dude”.
Oh yeah, dopers always need another reason to rub Embiggen on their already too large ePenes
But to play along, back when I was a badass with unlimited energy I was the manager of a gas station and I overheard one of my employees uttering a phrase which had apparantly become an inside joke.
“No, ma’am, you don’t want to talk to the manager”
Well… violating HIPPA… during my vasectomy the Doc had to leave the room and call in an extra nurse and another Doc… he told me i had one of the toughest vas deferensia he ever had to sever…
Trust me… this is one hardcore cred I really coulda done without…
My own “badass compliment” in relation to this incident, came from my younger brother( he’s 40.) saying to his mate during the telling of what had happened, “He’s like The Wolverine. He had a big gash on his face last week and there’s nothing there now!”
ps. I knew it was at least slight exaggeration, but it was still funny.
I’m a graphic designer in the apparel decoration industry. I used to work at a tiny company - it was just the owner, a screen printer, and me. The screen printer had some personality conflicts with the owner and got a job at another similar, but slightly larger, company. A couple months later, the larger company called and offered me a job. It seems that their graphic designer wasn’t working out, and my old coworker kept telling them that I was really great and they should hire me instead. So they did.
A couple months later, I got off the phone after talking with a difficult client about their design, and one of my new coworkers said to another, “[The Weird One] is the nicest designer I’ve ever met!”
Worked with a really smart but not so PC guy. There would be these technical meetings between two very contentious groups. Them, the folks designing, building and selling a weapons system to the Air Force. And us, hired by the Air Force, to keep the first group honest.
At these regular meetings, both sides would get into heated arguments about this or that. “Bob” would just sit there, thinking and absorbing it all. After a good while, usually when things were just being repeated, finally somebody would ask “Bob” what he thought.
If he thought it was okay, he would basically give an approving grunt. If not, he would say “bullshit”. After Bobs input, they would often move onto the next item.
