Being retired is the greatest. It’s like being a teen-ager again, but with a modest amount of income and no parents to tell you what you can’t do. Like staying up all night reading if you want to.
Nah, it’s even better than that, you can go do your hobbies, and “oh, I could use a nap, I’ll take one. Sure I stayed up all night reading a book I couldn’t put down, and now it’s 10:00am.” (Naps until noon) “Time for lunch, and more books!”
The down side, “Oh it’s Saturday, only 11 pills this morning! Yay!!”
How does that stuff work with 3 kids aged between nearly 8 months and just turned 6 though? The middle one (3 next month) requires constant supervision because bright, resourceful, independent toddler who is good at finding ways to entertain herself (draw on the walls, rub moisturiser into the carpet…) and is potty training (over a year ago she started to tell us she needed to go and over about 3 weeks demonstrated she can reliably do so. But then she decided that actually soiling herself was less of an issue than taking a break from something more interesting. That’s still about where she is…).
Clif, the first rule of being voluntarily retired is that you don’t tell anyone how nice it is to be voluntarily retired. Because then everyone else wants to kill you and being killed is not as nice as being voluntarily retired
When I was in college the first time, I wound up using 4 alarm clocks set 5 minutes apart, two of them on the other side of the room…and I still would wake up some mornings with all four having been turned off and me having no memory of turning them off.
Aaw! My newly minted 6 year old asks if she’s allowed to get up and if she REALLY WANTS TO I can use Google Home to put cartoons on for her downstairs without getting out of bed.
It’s pronounced like revely. It’s English, but pretty much only used in military organizations and groups who are trying to imitate military rules and aesthetics (like scout camp).!
To be fair I was 100% sure so I double-checked before posting this. Reveille is a conjugation of the french reveiller, meaning “to wake.” It’s as english as tofu sushi tortilla sauerkraut croisant and every other adopted and integrated word. So yes, it’s english, but that’s not it’s origin story.
One day I’m going to murder the bugler
One day they’re going to find him dead
I’ll amputate his reveille
And stomp upon it heavliy
And spend the rest of my life in bed
My mom used to sing this to me as a joke because I am not a morning person. I often sing it to myself now. I didn’t know this version and that’s so cool! The version I know is “and when I get the other pup, the one who wakes the bugler up, I’ll spend the rest of my life in bed!” 😀
I suppose she could also surprise her by turning off her alarm and letting her sleep late, that would certainly be a surprise. Not a very nice one, but a surprise nonetheless.
I think Nono meant in a stay up chatting/partying/reading TV Tropes/chatting to friends in different countries online until the small hours, then sleeping in til lunchtime and wandering over to their lecture in PJs after, but could be wrong (apparently when my sister was at university the wearing PJs to lectures was a thing. They may have been clean PJs paired with freshly done hair and a face of make up, mind.
Thank you. I had forgotten that the filter could work on embedded words and so your statement led me to Google which led me, in turn, to suspecting that Booster used to live in McNutt.
“If you’re a bird, be an early bird
And catch a worm for your breakfast plate.
Yes, if you’re a bird, be an early bird!
But if you’re a worm, sleep late.”
When I was in college I avoided taking any classes that started before about 9 or 10 a.m. And even that was pushing it since I’ve never been a morning person.
I had an 8:30 class my fall freshman semester, which I kept missing due to, it turns out, an undiagnosed thyroid inflammation and a serious vitamin D deficiency that were causing exhaustion and basically wiped out my memory of most of that semester (probably because I was sleeping all the time.) These both got diagnosed over the winter break, and I figured eh, I’m mostly through the prescription-strength supplements, I’ll be fine, right? And took a 10:30 class the next semester.
I was not fine. I didn’t take another class before 11 AM the rest of my time in undergrad, just to be on the safe side. (I had an alarm. It was a DEEPLY unpleasant-sounding one! I slept through it constantly. My deepest apologies to my roommate that semester.)
I try to do that, and I get close, but there’s always one asshole professor who’s like “oh yeah this mandatory class only takes place at 8 am because I’m a morning person, fuck you”
If your prof was truly a morning person, why would they waste their best hours in a classroom teaching, instead of doing their own research in the a.m. and teaching in the p.m.? Aounds more like a subscription to misery loves company.
Actual reveille, Navy style. A monotone voice, dead from hours of watch and years of active duty, saying “Reveille. reveille, all hands, heave out and trice up.”
Nowhere near the level of cheer and enthusiasm that Joyce would bring.
Of course, being girl scouts, we’d make up lyrics for the tune.
Oh I, hate to get up, I hate to get up, I hate to get up in the morning!
I hate to get up, I hate to get up, I hate to get up right now.
But now I have to get up, but now I have to get up.
Oh how I hate to get up. I have to get up right now.
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Joyce wouldn’t be able to get ME, I’d be awake by then!
(mostly bc ACNH has fucked up my sleep schedule and I nap like twenty times per day)
I mess up my own schedule by staying up to read comics.
I understand your pain.
That’s why I read them in the morning.
I can understand that, I should be sleeping right now.
Have l told you how great being retired is.
No, why don’t you indulge me?
Being retired is the greatest. It’s like being a teen-ager again, but with a modest amount of income and no parents to tell you what you can’t do. Like staying up all night reading if you want to.
Nah, it’s even better than that, you can go do your hobbies, and “oh, I could use a nap, I’ll take one. Sure I stayed up all night reading a book I couldn’t put down, and now it’s 10:00am.” (Naps until noon) “Time for lunch, and more books!”
The down side, “Oh it’s Saturday, only 11 pills this morning! Yay!!”
Damn, I want to be retired!
How does that stuff work with 3 kids aged between nearly 8 months and just turned 6 though? The middle one (3 next month) requires constant supervision because bright, resourceful, independent toddler who is good at finding ways to entertain herself (draw on the walls, rub moisturiser into the carpet…) and is potty training (over a year ago she started to tell us she needed to go and over about 3 weeks demonstrated she can reliably do so. But then she decided that actually soiling herself was less of an issue than taking a break from something more interesting. That’s still about where she is…).
45 more car payments.
Clif, the first rule of being voluntarily retired is that you don’t tell anyone how nice it is to be voluntarily retired. Because then everyone else wants to kill you and being killed is not as nice as being voluntarily retired
Me neither, but it’s because I sleep like a dead man. You could drop a bomb outside my window, and I’d never hear it.
I use to be like that. I miss those blissful days of slumber.
When I was in college the first time, I wound up using 4 alarm clocks set 5 minutes apart, two of them on the other side of the room…and I still would wake up some mornings with all four having been turned off and me having no memory of turning them off.
I get up at 1 in the morning to get ready for work. Sleep and getting into the comments relatively early!
Joyce wakes Sarah up with a bucket of ice water. Surprise!
The other surprise would be Sarah waking up Joyce with a bucket of ice water or equivalent shock.
Yeah. Some doors are best unopened.
In this scenario Sarah is me and Joyce is my 5 year old daughter. Complete with giant blue eyes, blonde hair, and face-splitting grin.
Aaw! My newly minted 6 year old asks if she’s allowed to get up and if she REALLY WANTS TO I can use Google Home to put cartoons on for her downstairs without getting out of bed.
The nearly-3 year old on the other hand..?
Who taught Joyce French!?
What was she going to call it. qǐchuáng háo?
Kinda curious what the háo stands for. (Chinese here)
I presume they meant hăo.
Probably so, since I don’t actually speak Chinese. Or read or write. The free translation software will let me muddle through most web pages.
It’s pronounced like revely. It’s English, but pretty much only used in military organizations and groups who are trying to imitate military rules and aesthetics (like scout camp).!
Which is why a horn of some sort is usually the means of performance.
Usually.
Loading cannons with blanks is an option, too.
It is very clearly a word of French origin (look at the spelling!), it is also the verb “wake up”. Pronounced “Reh – vay”.
To be fair I was 100% sure so I double-checked before posting this. Reveille is a conjugation of the french reveiller, meaning “to wake.” It’s as english as tofu sushi tortilla sauerkraut croisant and every other adopted and integrated word. So yes, it’s english, but that’s not it’s origin story.
One day I’m going to murder the bugler
One day they’re going to find him dead
I’ll amputate his reveille
And stomp upon it heavliy
And spend the rest of my life in bed
My mom used to sing this to me as a joke because I am not a morning person. I often sing it to myself now. I didn’t know this version and that’s so cool! The version I know is “and when I get the other pup, the one who wakes the bugler up, I’ll spend the rest of my life in bed!” 😀
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70FVFxXpY_8
I suppose she could also surprise her by turning off her alarm and letting her sleep late, that would certainly be a surprise. Not a very nice one, but a surprise nonetheless.
Sierra would have done that to Dorothy just because Sierra doesn’t like when people work a lot.
It’s like a few months in, shouldn’t these kids be doing unearthly sleeping patterns and still be up at 4am or something?
It’s the beginning of the semester. They’re undergrads. Except for parties you won’t see all nighters till almost midterms.
I think Nono meant in a stay up chatting/partying/reading TV Tropes/chatting to friends in different countries online until the small hours, then sleeping in til lunchtime and wandering over to their lecture in PJs after, but could be wrong (apparently when my sister was at university the wearing PJs to lectures was a thing. They may have been clean PJs paired with freshly done hair and a face of make up, mind.
It really would, Sarah. XD
*needle skips on record”
Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning-ah!
We still sometimes reference a children’s talking toy.
(Peppy cheesy voice): Happy morning! Happy sun! Happy morning everyone!
My pre-teen: Ugh! *angry emoji face*
*brings fist down on hacked Muzak player, rolls over, goes back to sleep*
(every now and then, push the broken one(s) into a bin full of same)
Oh I thought it was every now and then I fall apart, which is what happened to the hacked muzak.
I’ve got nothing to say, but that’s okay
Sarah loves Joyce tho
“Why is my Make America Kittens Again extension turning THIS picture into kittens?
*reads alt-text*
…yeah that’ll do it”
You’ve run aground on this site’s Scongahorpe Problem, I see
Thank you. I had forgotten that the filter could work on embedded words and so your statement led me to Google which led me, in turn, to suspecting that Booster used to live in McNutt.
https://www.dumbingofage.com/2019/comic/book-9-comic/02-but-the-sun-still-shines/mundane/
If Lucy had a nonbinary sibling, she’d be so careful not to mix up their pronouns.
Oh yeah also they don’t look related and you’re probably kidding. Carry on!
Tries shenanigans:
Scunthorpe!
That is both a poorly written pattern match and an *AWESOME* outcome!
😄
Stand beside her bed at the time her alarm goes off and with your costumary open-grinned cheerful reveille yell:
SUPRISE, MOTHER TUCKER!
Joyce is awfully wired for bedtime. Must be the adrinalin rush from reconnecting with Dorothy.
The early bird gets the worm Because the coffin I’m gonna put them in is full of ’em.
The bird had it coming.
The early worm deserves the bird.
The early bird gets the worm. The early worm gets eaten. That’s not fair.
“If you’re a bird, be an early bird
And catch a worm for your breakfast plate.
Yes, if you’re a bird, be an early bird!
But if you’re a worm, sleep late.”
Sometimes you’re the bird. Sometimes you’re the worm.
Sleep late. Stop when you’re tired because past that point you’re not really accomplishing anything.
The surprise is, Sarah stopped setting her alarm a while ago considering Joyce a suitable substitute!
Then if Joyce doesn’t wake her up, she’ll miss her morning class. Unless she’s like my feiend who made sure he had no “morning” class.
When I was in college I avoided taking any classes that started before about 9 or 10 a.m. And even that was pushing it since I’ve never been a morning person.
I had an 8:30 class my fall freshman semester, which I kept missing due to, it turns out, an undiagnosed thyroid inflammation and a serious vitamin D deficiency that were causing exhaustion and basically wiped out my memory of most of that semester (probably because I was sleeping all the time.) These both got diagnosed over the winter break, and I figured eh, I’m mostly through the prescription-strength supplements, I’ll be fine, right? And took a 10:30 class the next semester.
I was not fine. I didn’t take another class before 11 AM the rest of my time in undergrad, just to be on the safe side. (I had an alarm. It was a DEEPLY unpleasant-sounding one! I slept through it constantly. My deepest apologies to my roommate that semester.)
I try to do that, and I get close, but there’s always one asshole professor who’s like “oh yeah this mandatory class only takes place at 8 am because I’m a morning person, fuck you”
If your prof was truly a morning person, why would they waste their best hours in a classroom teaching, instead of doing their own research in the a.m. and teaching in the p.m.? Aounds more like a subscription to misery loves company.
Somehow Joyce and Sarah have better communication than Dorothy and Sierra.
Actual reveille, Navy style. A monotone voice, dead from hours of watch and years of active duty, saying “Reveille. reveille, all hands, heave out and trice up.”
Nowhere near the level of cheer and enthusiasm that Joyce would bring.
No bugle? Not even a recorded bugle call? Lame. Next you’ll be saying they don’t use a boatswain’s call anymore. Heresy!
Well, that’s uninspiring! Even in girl scout camp, they’d play a recording of reveille.
Of course, being girl scouts, we’d make up lyrics for the tune.
Oh I, hate to get up, I hate to get up, I hate to get up in the morning!
I hate to get up, I hate to get up, I hate to get up right now.
But now I have to get up, but now I have to get up.
Oh how I hate to get up. I have to get up right now.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70FVFxXpY_8
In Boy Scouts we had both recordings of bugles and sometimes an actual bugle.
If you didn’t wake up, the bugle sound source was brought directly into your tent.
What does “trice up” mean?
Bugle
*starts snacking on Bugles – the crunching sound wakes everyone up*
Bugles – America’s #1 finger hat.
Good one, Walky.
It’s already surprising that Joyce is asking Sarah ahead of time instead of just waking her up with her usual smile.
Joyce is still trying to be a better and respectful person. This strikes me as being more Joyce than anything else.
…who is this and where is Joyce.
Never stop being you, Joyce! Never stop being you!
She’s trying very hard not to, but she is. Or possibly finding out that she never really was who she thought / was raised to believe.
Sounds both traumatic.
Joyce is dead inside
Surprise Sarah gets up early and doesn’t go Joyce.
Some days, I wonder if Sarah’s really the hero of DOA.
“Has someone ordered a Joyce-o-gram?”
Wow, short day in DOA terms
Want to have a flame war for the next 20min to liven things up?
Ugh.. nevermind, I can’t even reply properly tonight. 🙁