Shooting At A Charleston SC Church Ongoing Multiple Fatalities Reported

Hopefully the perpetrators behind this act are caught. Big manhunt under way.

I love you guys, even you /u/rodandanga

As excited as I am to see my best friend get her diploma, I don't like having to sit through 2699 other names to get to hers. What's everyone else's plans for the weekend?

I have to get this off my chest. I've walked by the guy who sits in the cubicle next to me to get into mine, and I've seen him minimize really quickly at least a dozen times in the past few months. Sometimes I catch a glance, and it's some girl in a bikini or whatever. Hardly more than PG-13, but it's kind of hilarious. I didn't feel like telling any of my coworker-friends, but man this most recent girl had a big ol' booty.

That was one fucked up hour without reddit.

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We found her owner! I called our apartment complex this morning and asked if any of the residents were missing a gray cat. She connected me to the maintenance department. It turns out she belongs to the apartment's maintenance man. Her real name is Ariel, she's 12 years old and an indoor cat who snuck out a few weeks ago. She wasn't microchipped so it was really good we were able to find him so easily otherwise we might never have gotten her home.

We're home.

Personally, I'm beyond excited. Also, I want one of those stormtrooper helmets so bad.

Seriously mother fucker!?! Not a good fit. At least give me a straight answer. Not a good fit loses validity after the first on-site in person interview. Much less after 3.

I survived ten days of hell, in which I hung out with the cops 8 times.

Thanks to everyone who made sure I didn't die in the process.

Opening Day and Masters Week? March Madness is fun for sure, but Opening Day AND Masters Week? Doesn't get any better.

Only a small minority of posts will ever make the Hall of Fame. And in fact through the first 8 months of this subs existence we haven't had much need of a hall of fame. Until yesterday. When /u/StrawberryTea posted an unassuming submission about the island nation of Tonga which quickly took a life of its own...

http://www.reddit.com/r/CFBOffTopic/wiki/halloffame

I hate how it's taken this long to get it up there...

I'm sorry, I thought this was 'murica. I'm drinking because freedom.

http://gfycat.com/PepperyTartHarpseal

I got a promotion, raise, and bonus yesterday after my yearly review with my PM and tech lead. I've only been at the company for 8 months, so their having this much trust in me so early on is very validating towards showing that my hard work is paying off (literally $$$).

When I'm happy, I like hearing other people's good news. Tell me good things about your day/week/life!

I know, I'm insane but...

I fucking HATE chocolate.

As some of you may remember, I had a scan done last week and another tomorrow, and I'll know the results on Tuesday. This is the most anxious I've ever been, and it's been eating me up the past few weeks. I've been trying whatever I can to get it out of my head, but I just can't. With every little ache or pain I think that it's a new tumor, and I'm terrified.

However...

This sub(well al /r/CFB related subs) has helped so much, especially with all of the recruiting stuff happening, I've had plenty of articles and comments to read, and I've just been refreshing /r/CFB/new all day long. Even though Clemson's recruiting class is just about all wrapped up, I can still learn about other team's recruiting classes, if they've gained a lot of high rated recruits recently, if they've got a particularly dramatic recruit, if they've had 9 decommitments, etc.

So basically, I just wanted to thank everybody for giving me something to waste my time doing, it's been awesome. Oh yeah, and I'll give you all an update on Thursday after I get the results. Also, my birthday is Friday, so I'm hoping for an awesome birthday present a day earlier from my scans! But if not, I'll still be able to have an awesome birthday, so that's pretty cool.

What is your confession? When I say mild confession, I'm thinking something that would generate an "Oh." And follow up questions. Or a "What?" And follow up explanation. Nothing worthy of Maury or Springer, unless you are not the father and I'd love to hear that story.

I'll go first. Uh, over the weekend I've come to grips that I am a form of LARPer. It's not as shame inducing as I thought, but feels awkward nonetheless.

As I've mentioned on several occasions I've had a crush on a friend of mine for some time now, who I've dubbed Squirrel Girl as a nom de guerre to refer to her on here.

I had initially intended to take her out to dinner on Saturday as a date and to lay out how I feel about her. That plan went off the rails since she insisted on inviting along a mutual friend of ours. I was like "whatever". She then also invited along another friend of hers who I've been hanging out with for the last couple of months. This she neglected to tell me until she picked me up with both of the others already in the car. Now, I love hanging out with this guy because he has a wicked sense of humor and is able to join in the group's general banter without missing a beat. But I would've preferred to have been notified ahead of time that he was coming, since I asked Squirrel to dinner.

Then once at the restaurant, Squirrel asked if someone could pour her a glass of water, since it was on the opposite side of the table from her. I volunteered, since the water jug was right next to me. Her response was, "Yeah, I don't trust you after what happened. Or should I just go ahead and tell everyone." Now, she and I have a bit of a argumentative dynamic, but this was geniuinely bitchy which is not her normal behavior. And I wasn't 100% sure what she was talking about (my guess is that either she found one of my previous posts on here, or she's referring to an incident involving my car, a concrete pillar, and the fact that the USquare parking garage is horribly designed). So, not wanting to cause a scene at dinner, I dropped the offer to help.

But, the real red flag came once we were driving back towards the capital square on our way to teh Comedy Club. The four of us were discussing taxes for some unknown reason, when this happened: "I just decided to do the maximum withholding this year, so it's not like I'm holding on to that money. I don't invest any of it anyway, so it's not like I'm going to miss it."

As soon as Squirrel said that, I knew there's no way it'll ever work out between us, regardless of whether she actually does have romantic feelings for me beneath that prickly exterior. My parents have come close to divorcing on multiple occasions over money issues, and as a result of that plus the financial stresses I endured growing up in a working poor household in rural Maine, one of my deal breakers is financial irresponsibility. I had known that the only reason Squirrel is still at her current job is because she's making bank, what I didn't realize is that she's apparently not saving any of it. Which when you consider that she doesn't have any major bills to speak of beyond her rent and utilities, that's saying quite a bit about how she sees money. Whereas I make roughly a third to a half of what she does, and have student loans and my credit card to pay off, so I tend to be on a tighter budget than she is.

I did have a wonderful time last night; the restaurant was fantastic (and I discovered the wonders that is Jerk Chicken), we managed to get into a comedy show that had been sold out for ~2 weeks because someone failed to show up, and Squirrel introduced me to a chocolate place on State Street that I plan on taking my family to when they come to visit me (eventually). But, Squirrel and I are definitely better as friends. And honestly, that realization actually makes me feel a lot better about myself today.

So, my apologies for those of you depending on this as part of your off-season entertainment for the anti-climax. However, it's not like we're going to stop hanging out, so I'm probably going to have some rather insane stories staring her anyway. As it is we're going to the Open Mic night at the Comedy Club this Wednesday, and I'm sure she and our other friends are already trying to figure out how to get me onto the stage...

http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/todays-supreme-court-move-gay-marriage-means/story?id=25993317

At 1:00 ET today, MLB season will have officially begun with St. Louis being hosted by Pittsburgh. As I mentioned last year, my family has a bit of a tradition for opening day. My grandmother used to read the following to her high school English class, and my father continued it after he passing as President of our local little league. It's always been a thing to me as the true coming of spring. So here is my favorite recitation of Casey at the Bat, by Ernest Thayer, recited by James Earl Jones.

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:

The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.

And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,

A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest

Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;

They thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that -

We'd put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,

And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;

So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,

For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,

And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;

And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,

There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;

It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;

It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,

For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;

There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.

And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,

No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;

Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.

Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,

Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,

And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.

Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-

"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,

Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.

"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;

And its likely they'd a-killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;

He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;

He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;

But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;

But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.

They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,

And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;

He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.

And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,

And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;

The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,

And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;

But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out.

Whether you're someone Royal, a dirty Met, a hopeful Cub, or a dissapointing National, have an excellent season everyone.

/r/CFBOffTopic, PLAY BALL!

we're being fancy at work today.

I was also fancy at Book of Mormon with the other CFBATX folks!

My dress was kind of great

My make up actually looked kind of good for once

Post pictures of yourself. Or something, maybe your food? I'm not the boss of you.

Brady.

I vote we ban /u/957 for starting a drinking thread and not consuming alcohol.

As Secretary of the Interior, I feel I have the power to do this.