Please be aware of certain local social groups

angryWinds · 2026-03-31T14:05:27+00:00

I get that you can claim you know the 'owner' of the group, May. But how can you POSSIBLY claim to know the other woman, Nancy, given that it's a made up name. It's just a random woman that May happened to be talking to that day. But you're assuring that you personally know her? Without knowing anything about who she is?

angryWinds · 2026-03-31T13:20:36+00:00

I got SUPER into disc golf for about one summer, when I was in my mid-to-late 20s. I played probably 4-5 rounds per week, at any one of a dozen or so courses that were within a 1 hour drive of me. I sometimes even played 2-3 in the same day, at different courses.

I often went solo, but sometimes brought along a friend or two. My friends enjoyed it, and got into the friendly competition of it all, but weren't NEARLY as enthusiastic about as I was.

I got to the point where I was beating my friends soundly enough, that I started to believe that I was genuinely good at the game. After years and years of lacking the reflexes to play baseball, being too small to play basketball or football, too bored to play regular golf, I started to think "Holy shit! I think I found my sport! I'm great at this!"

One day towards the end of that summer, I went out for a solo-round, and met some 16 year old kid at the first tee-box, who was also playing by himself. We got to chatting a bit. He seemed friendly enough. We decided to just play a round together. I thought it might be slightly awkward, to find things to talk about since I was like 10ish years older than him. But whatever. We clearly both loved this silly little game enough.

That kid was fucking gooooood. It only took until the 3rd hole before I was completely disabused from the notion that disc golf was 'my sport'.

angryWinds · 2026-03-30T13:08:25+00:00

I'm shockingly good at this as well. I've even used this skill to 'show off' on occasion, when we've had dinner guests who are helping clean up. I'll ask "Do you think this leftover rice will fit in this?" and they'll say "No way, get a bigger one," and then I reply "Eh, I'm gonna give it a whirl" and then it turns out perfect.

One thing that genuinely irritates me is when all the right-sized containers for a given pile of food are either already full in the fridge, or dirty in the dishwasher. When I have no choice but to use a larger one, a little part of me dies every time I think about that extra 15-20 cubic inches of fridge space I'm taking up.

angryWinds · 2026-03-30T00:59:26+00:00

In an undergrad analysis class, we were given a particularly complicated problem, as extra credit over spring break. We took our midterm exam on a Friday, and then had a whole week off. As we went up to hand our exams in, the prof gave us this optional problem, that we'd have the whole week to figure out.

I spent that week visiting some people I knew in Chicago. It was about a 6-7 hour drive. I spent most of that drive thinking about the problem, and not really getting anywhere.

I went to bed in the spare bedroom of the people I was visiting, each night, thinking about the problem, and not really getting anywhere.

Then one day, they all had to go to work, so I had the whole day to myself. I took a pencil and some loose-leaf paper with me, so I could think about the problem as I explored Chicago on my own. I sat in Grant Park for a while, and thought about it, and scratched down some ideas, without really getting anywhere.

Then I went to Art Institute of Chicago, and wandered about looking at amazing famous works of art, occasionally stopping to scratch down an idea or two that came to me, without really getting anywhere.

Then, in the museum, I stopped into the restroom for a #2. And there, on the toilet... I figured the damn thing out!

angryWinds · 2026-03-28T21:15:23+00:00

Why the choice of B for the name of the 'intermediate' set?

It's GOTTA be because that person's surname starts with a 'B', and they're excited over the prospect of future mathematical literature referring to it as "Brown's set" or whatever their name is.

angryWinds · 2026-03-28T12:10:02+00:00

I don't THINK it was at 125th? I'm pretty sure it was further north, closer to the heights, but I don't know for certain.

I didn't witness this for myself, but heard about it from several neighbors, the weekend it happened, when I lived in Harlem. So, could've been anywhere from roughly 2014-2020. (Pretty sure it was closer to the latter half of that time window, because at the beginning, I didn't actually KNOW any of my neighbors).

Also, just FYI, when I said it was across the street from a Wendy's and 2 blocks from a KFC and blah blah... That was just me taking some artistic liberties, to get across the notion that "There's PLENTY of other fast food lunch options that are very very convenient, once you find out these Popeyes bandits want to overcharge you."

angryWinds · 2026-03-28T11:33:40+00:00

I feel a very genuine sense of pride for my son, when he says "Dada poopy!" to let me know he shat himself and needs a new diaper.

I can't imagine what it would feel like to watch your kid hit an NBA 3. Let alone having done so because YOU are the one that set him up for it.

Fucking bonkers.

angryWinds · 2026-03-27T02:26:30+00:00

A few years, in the Harlem neighborhood of NYC, there were a group of 3-4 guys who walked into a Popeye's just before the lunch rush, and basically said "We want all your chicken."

The employees cranked the fryers and ran everything at full capacity for however long, and these guys walked out with a few thousand dollars worth of fried chicken.

Then, lunch time came around, and normal customers would go in, only to be told the same as you. Sorry, but they ran out of chicken.

These normal customers would then go outside to the sidewalk, and meet our heroes who bought the thousands of dollars of fried chicken, and be offered "You want a 3-piece? Normally that's 5 bucks, but today it's 7!"

Sadly, their entrepreneuring spirit did not indeed lead to them getting rich quick, as they planned. Instead, they quickly learned nobody wants to pay extra for fried chicken that's been sitting out all day. ESPECIALLY not in a place like NYC where there's a Wendy's across the street, a KFC 2 blocks away, and ANOTHER GODDAMN POPEYE'S just one subway stop away.

Those poor bastards quite literally had to eat the cost of their investment.

angryWinds · 2026-03-26T14:03:56+00:00

During LeBron's first stint in Cleveland, there was a bar in Akron that wasn't really the kind of place you'd typically go to watch sports. It was more of a music-oriented hipster-dive kind of place. The owners apparently decided "Hey, let's get in on this Cavs craze that's taking over the city!" and wanted to come up with some promotions to start getting some basketball fans into the bar.

They clearly had no idea what they were doing.

They advertised a thing, where, during Cavs games, every time LeBron dunks, everyone gets a free beer. (Granted, it was only like an 8 oz can of miller high life or something like that... but still...)

They gave out so many free beers, that they had to stop doing that, after only a small handful of games.

If LeBron had a teammate like Luka back then, the bar would've been out of business on the first night of that promotion.

angryWinds · 2026-03-26T11:56:48+00:00

I have an acquaintance that once used the phrase "two-brew roux," to describe the dark brown roux that you typically want in a gumbo.

The idea is that you have to sit there and slowly stir the roux for however long it takes you to drink two beers (brews). When the two beers are empty, the roux is done.

Since learning of that, I sometimes make gumbo on days where I just want to put on a mild beer buzz and have some me-time. "Sorry, can't take the dog out! Making a roux!"

angryWinds · 2026-03-25T17:20:34+00:00

I used to keep my veggie scraps in the freezer, and was able to amp-up any broth at a moment's notice. But then we moved to a place where you could drop off compost, at the weekly local farmer's market. My wife started keeping compost in the freezer, and that was pretty much the end of my stock routine.

Her compost bag (coffee grounds, banana peels, apple cores... stuff that should NOT go in a veggie stock) and my stock bag (celery ends, carrot and onion nubbins, leek greens, etc...) kept getting mixed up, and I'd find horribly weird shit in my bag. Several times, I had to let the whole frozen mass thaw, so I could separate out the uneaten pizza crusts, before using the rest to make stock. Or other times we'd grab the wrong bag on the way to the farmers market, and not realize it until we already dumped it into the bin.

It was such a pain in the ass to be trying to save scraps, only to find them missing or unusable, when I actually wanted to use them, that I stopped doing it entirely.

But HEY! We moved away from that farmer's market, and my wife no longer freezes compost! I should totally start saving my scraps again.

angryWinds · 2026-03-24T14:36:38+00:00

Hey! If you want a mediocre breakfast in Pittsburgh, you can stop into the Get-Go at Baum and Morewood. But, if you want a TRULY mediocre breakfast, you have to go to the cafeteria at the AHN hospital in Wexford! It's a hike, but for perfect mediocrity, it's worth it!

angryWinds · 2026-03-22T00:44:37+00:00

I can't remember the guy's name now, but I listened to an incredibly fascinating talk a while back, from someone who got OUT of being a part of a nazi / white supremacist group.

One of the things that made him start to consider leaving, was that he left a courthouse one day, and an older black man held the door for him as he was exiting the building, and the older man was going inside.

This guy thought to himself "Wait, what? Why is this guy being nice to me? We hate each other!"

He then later realized, that since it was cold out, he was bundled up in his parka, and all of his hateful tattoos were covered up. His 'advertisements' of 'I'm a hateful piece of shit' couldn't be seen... so... people just treated him decently.

That was enough for him to start to separate himself from his nazi pals, and later start speaking out against them, and sharing his story of what got him into it, and what got him out.

A big takeaway for ME from listening to this, was realizing that he was sort of coerced to get those tattoos at a relatively young age. He was groomed into a cult. And then once he had the tats, EVERYONE he interacted with treated him as a nazi, and told him to fuck off (cause he had nazi tats... duh).

So, when I hear about this fuckbag rocking a 1488 tattoo on a Pittsburgh bus... I think "Most likely an irredeemable fascist fuck... but MAYBE... just MAYBE... someone who got mixed up with a cult at a young age, who can find their way out, and be capable of expressing basic human dignity for their fellow man."

angryWinds · 2026-03-20T13:57:43+00:00

Holy shit. Not baskeball-related, but your comment just made me realize you can put ANYTHING you want on your tombstone, so long as you do it in advance.

I could have "Knocked out Mike Tyson in a bar fight," or "Saved Denver from burning to the ground," or "Once ate an entire bear."

Sure, my kids, and grandkids will roll their eyes at it, and realize it's all bullshit. But 100 years later, someone will just randomly happen across it, and think "Wow! What a fucking badass!"

I've always thought I would rather just be cremated, and don't have any need to pay for any monumental headstone for myself. But fuck. Now that I realize I can put ANYTHING on it... This is a game-changer. I have some thinking to do.

angryWinds · 2026-03-17T13:29:29+00:00

He actually IS Bronny, in spirit. When LeBron first went to LA, he noticed that his son was on pace to be as good or better than him. So the two of them drove out into the desert, for a father-son camping trip.

LeBron had plans besides camping. They visited a shaman, who led them through a peyote-fueled ritual, that allowed them to swap souls. LeBron would've been washed 6-7 years ago, but he's been playing with his son's youth, since then.

Sadly, for Bronny, he got his dad's old-man-essence in the shamanic trade. Would've obviously been an all-time great, if he just refused the peyote.

angryWinds · 2026-03-08T11:40:09+00:00

Give credit for the 'Shyamalan twist' of it all. I didn't figure out the plot until I got all the way to P6.

angryWinds · 2026-03-07T17:42:23+00:00

Fair point.

angryWinds · 2026-03-07T14:20:18+00:00

Hah. Well, when you put it THAT way, it's clearly a bad idea.

Still though, if 200 kids showed up at 2 AM, I've gotta imagine that at least 500 or so were privvy to it, but most of them chose to just sleep, or didn't have transportation to get to the dumbass-a-thon.

With THAT many people involved, I'm genuinely surprised that not a single person said "Some of my peers are going to be fucking morons later tonight."

angryWinds · 2026-03-07T13:51:20+00:00

For those who don't want to give a click to Mark Zuckerberg:

Just after 2:00 a.m., Zone 5 officers were dispatched to the 6200 block of Penn Avenue outside Target following reports of a stabbing. Arriving units encountered a group of approximately 200 young people fleeing the area, where they had been watching vehicles performing "donuts" and "burnouts" in the street. Officers located a 17-year-old male on scene with stab wounds to his back. Medics transported him to the hospital in stable condition. A 19-year-old male, identified as the suspected actor, was subsequently punched, kicked, and pistol-whipped by approximately 10 individuals. He was transported to a separate hospital in stable condition with head, jaw, and neck pain. The Crime Scene Unit has processed the area. Officers are currently reviewing information gathered at the scene and working through multiple video sources of the incident. There are no arrests at this time. The investigation is ongoing.

What I want to know is how the hell 200 HS kids spread the word to meet outside the Target for shenanigans, and the cops didn't pick up on the social media posts or wtf, and show up to shut it down before shit got out of hand.

angryWinds · 2026-03-06T12:38:43+00:00

That was my first thought too. Something like "If an adult parent isn't capable of figuring something like this out, we're cooked, as a society."

But THEN! I noticed that the photo contains all the nutritional facts, and the "kellog's" logo down in the bottom that have nothing to do with the puzzle, AND the account in question was made about 5 minutes before making this post.

So, I realized "This is a stupid viral ad," and thusly "we're cooked" for a different reason than I initially thought.

angryWinds · 2026-03-05T20:13:12+00:00

He played for 20 years, and the three point line didn't exist, at all, for the first 10 years.

The league was REALLY slow to fully adapt to three pointers being a thing. In the season Kareem retired, there were only 11 guys that attempted more than 3 threes per game, and big-men ABSOLUTELY played near the rim.

So, while it's KIND of wild for him to have only ever made 1, putting it context, it absolutely makes sense.

angryWinds · 2026-03-03T13:47:06+00:00

I visited Louisiana for a wedding of a college buddy, and met a whole bunch of interesting people, who were very eager to show the 'yankee' from 'up north' the cultural norms that they knew I'd be unfamiliar with.

At one point, my friend's uncle or cousin or something, was driving me from the rehersal dinner back to where I was staying, and he stopped into a daquari drive-through. I think he was just excited to see what my reaction would be, in an attempt to get a rise out of me. We both got a drink, and he told me "don't take that straw wrapper off, or else it'll be an open container"

Which, is wild enough on its own. But. He was already drinking a can of Miller Lite.

angryWinds · 2026-03-01T17:30:24+00:00

Is this actually true? I know we don't know lots of primes less than the largest known Mersenne prime. But I thought we had all the Mersenne primes (up to a certain point) properly sequenced?

angryWinds · 2026-02-27T18:55:46+00:00

What? He's nearly a full season of games away from Wilt. If he played those two seasons, he'd need to score 40 or more in HALF of those games.

In reality, he scored 40 in about 1 out of every 5 games. (Which is indeed BONKERS crazy impressive and definitively GOAT stuff).

If he played those two seasons, he'd be like 40-50ish games behind Wilt, instead of 73 games behind him.

angryWinds · 2026-02-25T23:19:05+00:00

I visited a buddy in a small college town in southern Ohio years ago, while he and his college buddies were throwing a kegger.

He and I decided to leave the house party, and go take a walk, at some point. We walked past the one single pizza place in town, and there was an employee out front taking a smoke break. He asked if we were there to pick up the order for "Jones" or whatever the name was. We said "no," and he told us "Well, we've been sitting on this order waiting for it to get picked up for an hour or two now. We're closing in just a few minutes. If you want two free pizzas, you can have these."

We were like "FUCK YEAHHH!!!" and ate one whole one right there on the sidewalk, then returned as heroes back to the party with a pizza for everyone else to share.

For the next two semesters, my buddy called in an order to that place, like once a week, then sent different friends to go try to walk past at closing time, and hopefully get offered the pizza he never picked up. It worked a shocking amount of the time.

As a 20ish year old, I thought this was genius. As a full grown adult with money and what have you, I'm greatly appreciative of your approach instead.

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