Awesome. Immediately fwd'ed to all my colleagues... well just the ones who possess a sense of humour.
I shudder to think what the female equivalent would be. Maybe Prof or Crazy Cat Lady. Actually, it would have to be 'Prof' or 'Crazy Cat Lady' or 'Both.'
I'd be 'Both.' But with a dogs too. So maybe 'Prof' or 'Crazy Animal Hoarder' or 'Both.'
Very sorry, but I had to delete your comment as it named someone who wishes not to be a part of our discussions here. I would not have done it except for the fact that the headache from not doing it was something I could not handle today.
I got a 5/10 but it's not my fault! The study materials were not clear! I don't need to know this! I think that this information is too "nit-picky". I am certain that you are wrong, as documented by my own imagination. I am certain that if you look again, that you will find that I am right!
@miserable adjunct "Hobos" is the least offensive term for the perpetually homeless.
Vagrant Street person Wino Beggar Street lush Street Arab (obsolete) Unhoused pickpocket Street junkie Bum Claimant to the Russian throne Mark Trail
All of the above are the nastier terms for those who live out-of-doors either because the Voices won't let them keep their jobs, or the Substances make living "normally" impossible, or for the small minority street living is the best living they know. Those people are the true hoboes, the sort of rambling, gambling, wandering adventurers that helped "found" America, Canada, Australia....the sort of people who could easily fit into a Rom or Sinti kumpaniya if they could learn the language and follow the rules.
8/10. And I, too, was wondering what the female equivalent would be. I'm not sure exactly what I look like to most people, but I don't think it's a college professor. Maybe a K-12 teacher, or someone's mom/grandmom, or a minister from one of the more liberal denominations. At the farmer's market, I'm sometimes mistaken for one of the vendors (which isn't too much of a stretch, since a good many are people with college/professional degrees pursuing second careers -- except I think I might be being mistaken for a more traditional rural resident). Also, I have the tendency to traverse the streets of my neighborhood (which is mostly composed of fairly upscale office buildings; my fairly old coop building is an anomaly) in very old clothes, on my way to walk a local hiking trail or garden in my community plot. Heaven knows what the professionals hurrying to work make of me (and I do try not to get caught in the picture when the local TV weatherman decides to broadcast from the corner now and then). The local panhandlers (almost all of whom are men) seem to accept me, and appreciate my nod and smile, though I wish they'd stop asking for money every time they see me. Though I very much appreciate having a roof over my head, and intend to do everything in my power to keep it that way, I sometimes think we are in some ways kindred spirits (and therefore have great sympathy for -- and contribute what I can toward -- "housing first" initiatives, which see providing homeless people with a basic but private living space as the first, not the last, step toward rehabilitation. If I had a choice between a crowded shelter and any option that provided a modicum of privacy, I'd head for the woods on at least some nights, too I'd also probably go crazy trying to live without a private space, if I wasn't crazy already).
Also, @Beaker: that alternative strikes me as entirely plausible. Once a year, our university hosts a circus, which takes over one of the larger parking lots for its caravans, animal cages, etc. (much to the outrage of the snowflakes, a few on PETA-related grounds, but mostly on having-to-walk-further ones). I've often thought that the university should make the use permanent, and offer the lot to adjuncts for the parking of cars, vans, RVs (for the lucky), etc. There was a time when I actually priced out the option of trying to live that way. As is turns out, the campsites in our local parks are already flooded with people considerably more desperate than I who chose that option.
@Bubba: Yes, #5 does look a bit like Yaro (or at least his Miami 5 counterpart). I have the impression from Yaro's own posts that he might be rounder, but I suppose it's all relative; we just know that he's rounder than when he bought his PhD gown, many moons ago.
And no, just once. I only study for tests that actually count for something (otherwise, I study things that interest me, whether or not there will be a test).
Awesome. Immediately fwd'ed to all my colleagues... well just the ones who possess a sense of humour.
ReplyDeleteI shudder to think what the female equivalent would be. Maybe Prof or Crazy Cat Lady. Actually, it would have to be 'Prof' or 'Crazy Cat Lady' or 'Both.'
I'd be 'Both.' But with a dogs too. So maybe 'Prof' or 'Crazy Animal Hoarder' or 'Both.'
thanks for the share. I will admit that I scored 4/10.
ReplyDeleteThat's hilarious! Thanks so much. I'll be sure to give you a dollar next time I see you.
ReplyDelete8/10! In Yo Face!
ReplyDeleteI got 7/10. Did y'all see the one where you had to guess which phrases are from Al Gore and which are from the Unibomber? Funny stuff.
ReplyDelete8/10 for me too. Awesome sauce game, Archie!
ReplyDelete6/10 for me!
ReplyDeleteSeven out of ten in the "Prof or hobo?" quiz.
ReplyDeleteI guessed by how clean/new-ish their clothes looked.
I did quite poorly...because they all look like professors to me.
ReplyDelete9/10!!!
ReplyDeleteGeez, only 5/10.
ReplyDeleteD*mn! Only 5 of 10.
ReplyDeleteTo Pat from Peoria:
ReplyDeleteVery sorry, but I had to delete your comment as it named someone who wishes not to be a part of our discussions here. I would not have done it except for the fact that the headache from not doing it was something I could not handle today.
@CM:
ReplyDeleteNot a problem. Totally understandable.
7/10
ReplyDeleteI thought the fifth one was Yaro.
I hoped.
Any perfectionists do it multiple times in order to get 10/10?
7/10.
ReplyDeleteBut: "hobo"?
What is this, 1930?
I got 10/10, because I hired all of them.
ReplyDeleteI got a 5/10
ReplyDeletebut it's not my fault! The study materials were not clear! I don't need to know this! I think that this information is too "nit-picky". I am certain that you are wrong, as documented by my own imagination. I am certain that if you look again, that you will find that I am right!
What?? The world DOESN'T revolve around me???
10/10!! Boo-ya!
ReplyDeleteGiven academic salaries, why can't they be both?
ReplyDelete@miserable adjunct
ReplyDelete"Hobos" is the least offensive term for the perpetually homeless.
Vagrant
Street person
Wino
Beggar
Street lush
Street Arab (obsolete)
Unhoused pickpocket
Street junkie
Bum
Claimant to the Russian throne
Mark Trail
All of the above are the nastier terms for those who live out-of-doors either because the Voices won't let them keep their jobs, or the Substances make living "normally" impossible, or for the small minority street living is the best living they know. Those people are the true hoboes, the sort of rambling, gambling, wandering adventurers that helped "found" America, Canada, Australia....the sort of people who could easily fit into a Rom or Sinti kumpaniya if they could learn the language and follow the rules.
...plus hobos are HOTT among the 'flakes right now; to call them anything else would alienate that segment of the readership.
ReplyDeleteAss Dean is funny after all.
ReplyDelete8/10. And I, too, was wondering what the female equivalent would be. I'm not sure exactly what I look like to most people, but I don't think it's a college professor. Maybe a K-12 teacher, or someone's mom/grandmom, or a minister from one of the more liberal denominations. At the farmer's market, I'm sometimes mistaken for one of the vendors (which isn't too much of a stretch, since a good many are people with college/professional degrees pursuing second careers -- except I think I might be being mistaken for a more traditional rural resident). Also, I have the tendency to traverse the streets of my neighborhood (which is mostly composed of fairly upscale office buildings; my fairly old coop building is an anomaly) in very old clothes, on my way to walk a local hiking trail or garden in my community plot. Heaven knows what the professionals hurrying to work make of me (and I do try not to get caught in the picture when the local TV weatherman decides to broadcast from the corner now and then). The local panhandlers (almost all of whom are men) seem to accept me, and appreciate my nod and smile, though I wish they'd stop asking for money every time they see me. Though I very much appreciate having a roof over my head, and intend to do everything in my power to keep it that way, I sometimes think we are in some ways kindred spirits (and therefore have great sympathy for -- and contribute what I can toward -- "housing first" initiatives, which see providing homeless people with a basic but private living space as the first, not the last, step toward rehabilitation. If I had a choice between a crowded shelter and any option that provided a modicum of privacy, I'd head for the woods on at least some nights, too I'd also probably go crazy trying to live without a private space, if I wasn't crazy already).
ReplyDeleteAlso, @Beaker: that alternative strikes me as entirely plausible. Once a year, our university hosts a circus, which takes over one of the larger parking lots for its caravans, animal cages, etc. (much to the outrage of the snowflakes, a few on PETA-related grounds, but mostly on having-to-walk-further ones). I've often thought that the university should make the use permanent, and offer the lot to adjuncts for the parking of cars, vans, RVs (for the lucky), etc. There was a time when I actually priced out the option of trying to live that way. As is turns out, the campsites in our local parks are already flooded with people considerably more desperate than I who chose that option.
ReplyDelete@Bubba: Yes, #5 does look a bit like Yaro (or at least his Miami 5 counterpart). I have the impression from Yaro's own posts that he might be rounder, but I suppose it's all relative; we just know that he's rounder than when he bought his PhD gown, many moons ago.
And no, just once. I only study for tests that actually count for something (otherwise, I study things that interest me, whether or not there will be a test).
8/10. Score!
ReplyDeleteI swear I worked with one of them. He had the office next door to me, and lived in it.
For women, Crazy Cat Lady is totally the alternative. Good call Dr. Cranky.