Sweetness

I would like to announce that my Bacon Chocolate Chip Cookies were amazing! (That's my friend Alex in the background. He helped.)

I'll bet it was the one about the nickels. That's an impossible riddle.

Theory espoused.

REDACTED was being a freaking REDACTED. *nods* Anyways What does a new member need to know in order to really fit in with this community? They need to know who Brandon Sanderson is. Anything past that is bonus points . This is probably the most accepting group of people I've ever had the pleasure of associating with. What is a common mistake that new group members often make? I'm going with what everyone else said; asking questions that have already been answered. I'm still new and I'm pretty sure I have done this. Has the community helped you through a tough or emotional time? Well, a lot of people did read and respond to my epic work-rant, which I totally was not expecting. It's not really that serious, but the fact that they took the time to read it (I've seen shorter theory posts) gave me warm fuzzies. Is there a specific event/post/moment where you felt like you had transitioned from noob to accepted member? (hopefully spikes weren’t involved…) I still consider myself new, but the April Fool's Day Chatbox Incident was epic. I had only been a member for about two weeks at that point, too. Actually, I'm not really sure that there's a distinction between "noob" and "accepted member." You're pretty much accepted as soon as you start posting. Tell me about your favorite meme or inside joke from the 17th Shard. (For instance… what’s with the waffles?) The chatroom is rapidly developing it's own set of memes, like Lyssie said. Like REDACTED and *_____spren*. I just learned about gamespren last night (which appear when someone loses the game.) Is there anything you think I should know about this great community that I haven’t asked about? The admins here are completely amazing.

Congratulations Windrunner! <3

On Highstorms; there are a lot of different factors that influence a given planet's weather patterns. Remember that Roshar has three moons. The gravitational effects of those would play havoc with the weather, so it would not necessarily resemble Earth's weather at all. I remember seeing a Discovery Channel special that claimed that if Earth had no moon, we'd be slammed by massive storms all the time. I don't know if Brandon has thought that deep into it, but it's not hard to imagine that he has. After all, the landmasses on Roshar do look like a satellite image of a hurricane.

I like this. I like this a lot. You are my friend now.

You guys are so great! I've decided that I'm waiting for a plausible excuse to go off on somebody and storm out.

Welcome to the board! We don't bite. But watch out for spikes. Anyway. Imagine what Nightblood would do to someone who was under Ruin's influence.

I know. They just caught me off guard. Plus, if I can't think of an at least semi-plausible excuse for not doing something, I feel obligated to do it. And Rainbow (I've decided that you're just "Rainbow" now, because that's easier ), I'm pretty certain they can't afford to pay me more. And if they have me doing more than forty hours a week, they are required by the state to provide health care and things like that. They definitely can't afford that. And I can't believe you guys actually took the time to read that. Have I mentioned recently that this place is amazing? I really appreciate that <3 <3 <3

That's right. Blame the ones who aren't here to defend themselves

I'm reviving this thread. It's too good to let die. Plus, I really, really, really, REALLY hate my job. (I'm a "shirt counter" at a drycleaner. Actually, I quit three months ago, but they couldn't find anyone to replace me, so I'm "helping out" on Saturdays, because I don't know how to say "no.") *Deep breath* Part One: Customers Some people really need to learn to do their own *bleep*ing laundry. A standard cotton men's dress shirt can be thrown in the washing machine. THAT'S WHAT WE DO TO IT! Why pay $2.50 per shirt to have someone else do it? And, if you do this, don't complain to the people who work there about how expensive it is. Especially if you then proceed to pay your $2.50 check with a hundred-dollar bill. And don't roll your eyes at me when your change is mostly ones. Seriously, Customer - Drycleaner Employee interactions should be businesslike, straight-forward and clearly communicated. Tell me how many *bleep*ing shirts you have, how much starch you want, and when you want them back. (And do you really need all twelve identical shirts tomorrow? We both know you aren't going to pick them up for another month anyway.) I don't want to hear about how nice and/or miserable the weather is. I can see it. I don't want to hear about your three-month vacation to Italy, your children, your pets, or your trip to the circus/opera/museum/gynecologist. There is being polite, and then there's being condescending. And then there's being pretentious. You know, this one time, this guy dropped off a $1300 sweater. A sweater. I could get a car for that much. People come in once every three months with all their laundry, and leave it in smelly piles on the counters for us to wade through for two hours. I don't think I'm alone in saying that I strongly dislike handling strangers' dirty underwear (which we just throw away). And I understand that incontinence is an embarrassing issue that older people have sometimes. But can you not just drop your soiled pants on the counter and run? It's unhygienic. P.S. I keep all the money I find in your pockets. I still think you all owe me. Part Two: Co-Worker (I only have the one) Learn to speak English. Do not question my upbringing. Do not talk about my mother. Do not insult me to customers. Do not make assumptions about my life. Do not use those assumptions to get me in trouble. Do not actively seek opportunities to tell me I've done something wrong. You will do this anyway, so; In the event that an accusation of error on my part turns out to be false, do not just huff and then ignore me for an hour. *bleep*ing admit you were wrong, *bleep*! Do not talk to me like I'm stupid. I am not a pack-mule. I am not your personal lackey. I am not there to do your job for you. I know *bleep* well that you can hear the door open when you're sitting in the corner filing your nails. If you see a customer walking in, and I'm still counting rich old men's shirts, don't run and hide in the back room. That's just straight bull*bleep*. This passive-aggressive "I'm going to ignore the customer because I don't feel like dealing with it, even though they came in through my door" game is getting old, fast. We have a system, stick to it. You deal with more customers because I have more work to do (which includes all the stuff you're too stubborn/frail to do. Old *bleep*. Retire.) If it were not for you, this job would have been tolerable. Part Three: Employers I was twenty when you hired me. This was never intended to be a rest-of-my-life deal. I thought you understood that. I understand that it's your entire life, but I don't want it to be mine as well. It's a job. It got me that awesome trip to Montreal and my Xbox. (In exchange, I might add, for being reminded of the grotesque economic class disparity in Norfolk every *bleep*ing day for eight months. Not fun.) (I was being paid more than minimum wage, and that still wasn't enough to support myself on. Logical flaw, Norfolk City Council. Tighten it up.) I realize I may not have quit under the best circumstances. But I offered you multiple candidates to replace me. I even offered to train them without pay. It's not my fault you only want to hire girls. It's not my problem that you're short a worker. It was not fair to call me three months after the fact and ask me to come back. You're lucky you've got me on Saturdays. Not cool asking me to come back full time. Actually, that's not really accurate. I worked six days a week before I quit, but it only amounted to about thirty-eight hours per week. Because my employers were too cheap to give me two extra hours, thus classifying me as working "full-time." That would have required them to give me benefits like health insurance. I once gave myself second-degree burns with a bowl of Ramen noodles. Sweetness needs *bleep*ing health insurance, man! Part Four: Non-Work-Related Rants I am not a chauffeur! Gas is four dollars a gallon. Starbucks is no longer adequate payment for rides. Certain people need to get their driver's licenses. (Thanks guys, I needed that <3 )

Seconded

Thank you! This has bothered me too!

I feel like, if that were the case, you'd develop a sort of black market magic trade industry. Sell your Allomantic powers for a huge profit. If you're poor enough, it'd seem like a pretty sweet deal.

So, Lyssie95 and I have come up with a theory about what caused Adonalsium to shatter. Point One: It has been confirmed that Hoid was present at the event. As far as we know, it's never been stated whether he has a hand in it or not. Point Two: We as readers have the most interaction with Hoid in the Way of Kings. And what is he doing every time we see him? Telling jokes, that's what. Assuming that Adonalsium is some sort of God/Creator entity; Hoid is directly responsible for breaking Adonalsium. He told It jokes until It laughed so hard It shattered. (This is what happens in the chatroom [#cosmere]. )

... There are pokemon shaped like ice cream cones. Most of the new ones are direct rip-offs of Gen 1. Not to mention the excessive number of Legendaries (that's a word now). The starters are pathetic. I was forced to go with the grass-type because he was the least stupid. I resisted buying it for months just based on the starters. I finally caved because I want Zorua, and then found out I couldn't get it. Plus, all the extra content is pretty pointless if your DS doesn't like connecting to the internet. White Forest serves absolutely no purpose for me. And Bianca and Cheren were annoying.

Maybe it'll make up for how bad Black and White were.

The ability to turn objects a bright shade of pink (see signature) at will.

I have text message precognition. I'll check my phone, then half a second later, I'll get a text. At one point, I could mentally command other people to text me (although this one was hit-and-miss).

If I remember correctly, that was a back door the Lord Ruler built into the Kandra and Koloss so as to control them. I doubt zombies would have the same thing.

Your choice. Thank you so much! Want to PM me your info?

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That would help with the space travel.

Hoid is supposed to be something called a Lightweaver. It's a completely different kind of magic, but there isn't much information as to what one can do with it. Mind, this isn't technically canon yet. It comes from the unpublished story the Liar of Partinel. I believe it's been confirmed that this is the same Hoid, but I'm not 100% on it. (Someone please correct me if any of this stuff is wrong)