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Sketching my Gaia avatar again. Yes, the shadow is part of the avatar. Yes, that is hair made out of wings. No, they're not buffalo wings.
Sort of got into a small shouting match with Sammie today. Somebody said something about a kid who wrote a school paper that was described as "drugs drugs drugs guns guns guns," the kid got expelled and is facing charges, and it all sounded kind of familiar to me. I was one of only two people in the group who thought they might have been overreacting, but Sammie did something I can't stand: he straw-manned my position and kept going on with his. I found it especially insulting today because I was the only person in our work group who had any kind of experience with this sort of thing, let alone first hand experience from the other side of the news, but he wouldn't have any of it. So I told him to shut the hell up, and we foamed at each other a bit before smothering it in work.
Well, we shook hands and apologized at first break. But I've realized that I can't get into arguments with Sammie because he doesn't know how to argue, and he doesn't think critically. He thinks dismissing things as "from the biased liberal media," or "everybody's got an opinion," are peachy keen ways to shoot down whatever you throw at him.
Sort of got into a small shouting match with Sammie today. Somebody said something about a kid who wrote a school paper that was described as "drugs drugs drugs guns guns guns," the kid got expelled and is facing charges, and it all sounded kind of familiar to me. I was one of only two people in the group who thought they might have been overreacting, but Sammie did something I can't stand: he straw-manned my position and kept going on with his. I found it especially insulting today because I was the only person in our work group who had any kind of experience with this sort of thing, let alone first hand experience from the other side of the news, but he wouldn't have any of it. So I told him to shut the hell up, and we foamed at each other a bit before smothering it in work.
Well, we shook hands and apologized at first break. But I've realized that I can't get into arguments with Sammie because he doesn't know how to argue, and he doesn't think critically. He thinks dismissing things as "from the biased liberal media," or "everybody's got an opinion," are peachy keen ways to shoot down whatever you throw at him.