I don’t think it’s because the bet is different so much as it’s because the bet is against the person rolling. I’m betting that that person is going to “lose”. It’s just bad vibes.

But yeah, obviously my bet didn’t affect the outcome. That just makes it funnier that it worked out that way.

The time I won at craps.

I don’t gamble. I’ll bet on things or play games of chance for money on occasion, but putting my money on a losing proposition isn’t my idea of a good time. When I go to a casino I go to the poker tables and that’s it.

The whole culture about it just seems so self-defeating and depressing. The superstition, chasing the high of that one-in-a-million lucky event. It’s not for me.

My older brother is mostly the same way, with one notable exception: craps. He’d been talking it up to me for years, telling me how it’s the most fun he’s ever had in a casino, and I should just try it with him and see what it’s like.

It seems too complicated, I told him. He said that you can just bet the Pass Line, which basically means you’re betting that whoever is rolling the dice doesn’t roll a seven. It’s a social activity, he explained, because the whole table is betting the Pass Line and rooting for each other.

The way he described it, a group of a strangers drinking, cheering for each other on their wins, commiserating with each other on their losses, I could almost start to see the appeal.

I downloaded an app and started asking him questions, which he answered patiently. Eagerly even.

Then I saw it.

“What’s the ‘Don’t Pass Line’?”

“It’s a bet against the person rolling the dice. Nobody really bets the Don’t Pass Line. It’s a dick move.”

A plan formed in my mind. “Ok, I’ll play.”

That night, I’m sitting at the craps table. To my right, my brother. To his right, our little sister. They sit me on the far left so I can get a feel for it before it’s my turn to roll.

The rest of the table is a smattering of dead-eyed gamblers. They looked preemptively disappointed, but ready to be amazed. Like they were ready to get caught up in a run of good luck, but they weren’t going to bring it themselves. Not the party I was promised, but there was some promise there.

First up, my sister. She rolls to set the point. We all put our chips on the Pass Line. Some of the gamblers make more specific bets.

She rolls again, and we win! She rolls again and again, and we keep winning. I see the spirits lifting around the table. There’s talking, laughing, cheering, free liquor, free money, and suddenly I get it.

Eventually my sister rolls a seven and her turn ends, but that’s ok because she already won the table a shitload of money. I’m up like $150 myself.

The table knows us a little by now. I’m new, we’re all siblings, and surely my brother will continue the hot streak.

But a plan is a plan.

My brother takes the dice and rolls the point. Everyone places their chips. I place my chips.

The dealer asks me, “Did you mean to put your chips on the Don’t Pass Line?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I meant to do.”

Silence. Then my sister: “You’re an asshole.”

My brother rolls again: seven. The Don’t Pass Line wins me a couple bucks.

I take the dice and proceed to go on a mini hot streak myself. I win like another fifty bucks, but the table never recovers. The mood is dead. I killed it.

That was probably twelve years ago. To this day, if it comes up, my sister will only call me an asshole again. My brother won’t talk about it at all.

This is a wonderful attitude to have as long as it’s not in the comments of an article about how Tesla’s approach is trapping people and burning them alive.

That was technically a Skrull who beat Hank Pym’s wife. A perfect replica of his personality, tendencies, and mental well-being, but still not technically Hank Pym himself. This failed to redeem him, I think.

Which one?

The Irredeemable Ant-Man is an interesting one - he’s a low level, lazy SHIELD worker who steals an Ant-Man suit and uses it for selfish things. But you probably meant Scott Lang. I’d say Scott is more of a regular hero.

To be fair, the playable space in Anthem was in three dimensions. Meanwhile Destiny’s maps are deceptively small, using tunnels that wind in on themselves and non-explorable space to feel larger.

Yeah, more zones would have been good, but none of that compares to having some of the tightest combat and traversal gameplay I’ve ever experienced.

I never understood the hate. The gameplay was incredible.

The biggest complaints pretty much boiled down to it not having literal infinite replayability. Like, you have to give it a minute.

I played Destiny at launch, and Anthem at launch was better.

My guess is a more-likely outcome, if the GOP stays Trumpy post-Trump, is that a bunch of Reagan Republican types give up on Trump, just join the Democratic Party and get some policy concessions out of the Democrats.

Except the brand name is poisoned for their base. Forming a new party fixes that. The real problem is that they won’t attract any big names from either side.

All the big name politicians on the right are the Trumpy nutjobs, and the big name politicians on the left are either too left-wing or they’re entrenched leadership.

My wife and I established movie nights with our kids when they were 5 and 2. Everyone takes turns picking a movie, and no one is allowed to complain.

This is how we’ve managed to break the pattern of our kids watching the same movies over and over and over. Since instituting movie night about a year ago, we’ve only seen Frozen once.

It also gives us the opportunity to expose the kids to our favorite movies.

The movie we’ve watched the most times is probably Disney’s Robin Hood (3 times). Second most is a tie between Matilda, Babe, and Across the Spider-verse (2 times each). So I’d say it’s going extremely well.

It’s been over a year and I still think about him pleading with himself, trying to decide what to do.

Do you have experience with ticks? You can’t stomp them. They’re too small and flat with hard shells and don’t squish. They have to be cut in half, burned, or drowned. Some people can kill them with their fingernails, but mine are too short.

I found two of them on my body later that night and killed them with tweezers. Or fire, I don’t remember which.

Also, deer ticks carry Lyme disease, not lone star ticks.

One time I saw a lone star tick crawl into the headphone jack of my phone.

I tried everything I could think of to get it out, to no avail. Then I googled two things:

• What eats ticks?

• Guinea hen mating sounds

After fifteen seconds of guinea hen sounds, I watched the tick crawl out of my phone… and immediately disappear.

And it was named that because it was cheap tape.

In English we used to use the word “Scotch”, like Scottish. We still use it to refer to scotch tape - cheap tape.

I skip shitty, low quality fiction, yeah.

I never said it wasn’t ok for you to like it. I don’t judge people. I just judge jokes, and this is a sucky joke.

Piano. Chopin, especially Raindrop.

https://youtu.be/6OFHXmiZP38

If I said guitar, I’d point you to this song, which is actually a piano song performed on guitar. Lately this is the song that makes me feel things.

https://youtu.be/fnymlUUomKI

The humor comes from absurdity. Knowing that it’s made up greatly decreases the absurdity.

If something has no downvotes, I might second guess downvoting it. For example sometimes I downvote bad typos, but I usually won’t if the post doesn’t have any downvotes.

You already have a couple of downvotes…

Your question doesn’t make any sense. Your original question was in response to someone saying they don’t call the cops in their house.

So to the question of what they do when there’s violence at a school, the obvious answer is: they call the cops.

You reiterated your question asking what the “ACAB crowd” would do. Again the answer is obvious: they call the bastards.

That may be why you’re not getting “serious” answers, because you didn’t ask a serious question, even if you thought you did.

Why would you phrase it like that? Surely you know about the cops waiting in Uvalde.