I aced the S.A.T's and my IQ test

[FunkyZero]

I just open a new browser window while waiting for the post to appear (which lately results in Gateway 504 error). Then I use the Cave shortcut to discover just where I left off. My 55 year old brain and its abilities.

it looks like someone reset it, the "user" count dropped from 20K back to a normal level. but it'll just climb over time as the connections don't appear to be releasing. I'm guessing because I can' see the back end of what's going on

[SVPete]

What I've been doing is after I post something and it starts taking "forever" I let the SW do its thing, do something else, when the 504 error pops up I Back-arrow to the thread or forum index, click reload, and what I posted is there. It's clunky, but it works.

[Ptarmigan]

PCIntern (28,502 posts) Thu Apr 30, 2026, 03:09 PM

I aced the S.A.T's and my IQ test as well as every

Other test I’ve been given. When I was in dental school, many of the instructors asked me for clinical advice and I graduated first in my class, receiving grades which had never ever been seen by anyone before.

When I entered clinical practice, people who observed my results would literally gasp in amazement and big strong men would come up to me with tears in their eyes and say, “Doctor, sir, I didn’t think it was humanly possible to create such beauty.” DaVinci and Rembrandt were said to be the greatest of their times, but many tell me that they think that I’m more artistic. Maybe, I guess maybe I might be.

I am very critical of the design of dental equipment and supplies: I know more about this technology than anyone and I know more about disease and the science of pathologies than anyone. I am the master of curing people of any ailment, although I confine myself to the oral cavity because my beautiful wife prefers it that way. She’s an Einstein-level person and knows twelve languages and the history of a hundred countries to the nth degree.

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Now imagine I was saying this on a daily basis: I would be measured for a straitjacket and having my license suspended indefinitely. People would be both laughing at me and shaking their heads in disbelief that anyone was so capable of clearly lying continuously. I would be the subject of countless denigrating dinner conversations and the butt of every joke. Just outrageous.

Well then.

[FlippyDoo]

Your duties as fictional spirit guide to wayward DUmmies kept you busy.

Yeah, it was a very frustrating endeavor. I remember my dad asking me one day why I put up with all of their filth and hatred to try to help them. I told him that sometimes you have to go through the bad to get to the good. I’ll never forget his reply. He shook his head in disbelief and said, “What ‘good’ do you hope to get to? They’re brainless pustules of hatred. It’s somewhat like dealing with a rock. You can spend all sorts of time and energy trying to clean it and even polish it, but when you’re finish you’re still ultimately dealing with a rock!”

Dad really didn't think much of lefties like those idiots at DU.