It's art school. As long as you show up to class and draw a few pictures you can spend the rest of the time picking your nose and still get that paper.
That's basically any school. If you do the bare minimum to pass you still pass. There aren't various levels of diploma you get for your grades, the valedictorian and the guy who barely squeaked by both get the same sheepskin.
S'like that old joke that says, what do you call the guy who graduated last in his class in medical school? "Doctor".
That's basically any school. If you do the bare minimum to pass you still pass. There aren't various levels of diploma you get for your grades, the valedictorian and the guy who barely squeaked by both get the same sheepskin.
S'like that old joke that says, what do you call the guy who graduated last in his class in medical school? "Doctor".
You're not wrong. But the 4.0 student is pretty likely in an internship or co-op program, maybe honors, and has actual potential. Schools don't care about your potential, just that you qualify for financial aid or can pony up those EduBux.
:powerlevel:I suppose my real point is...art school is even easier to get into than say, a middling state university. I managed to get into an art school (which I attended for less than a semester because the people there were legit psychos) and I think I had a 2. something GPA and never really tried in high school.
This actually brings up an interesting question. Literally everyone online and irl hates Dobson. What the fuck what the police do if someone vandalized his car or egged his house? How would you even begin to narrow down the suspect list?
This actually brings up an interesting question. Literally everyone online and irl hates Dobson. What the fuck what the police do if someone vandalized his car or egged his house? How would you even begin to narrow down the suspect list?
It would probably be someone local, because nobody cares enough to go out of their way to fuck with this loser. Also I bet he's such a shut-in he's practically unheard of in town, so cops wouldn't already know to hate him.
This actually brings up an interesting question. Literally everyone online and irl hates Dobson. What the fuck what the police do if someone vandalized his car or egged his house? How would you even begin to narrow down the suspect list?
It would probably be someone local, because nobody cares enough to go out of their way to fuck with this loser. Also I bet he's such a shut-in he's practically unheard of in town, so cops wouldn't already know to hate him.
It was 4:50pm on a Friday when the call came in. The day had been slower than a bayou turtle who was paid by the hour, and I should have let it keep on ringing. But I was the only detective on duty, so I picked it up hesitantly and with a lot of trepidation, like a blind date your married friends set up for you.
"Twitter Crimes, Bitowski." I answered, hoping it'd be a wrong number or someone trying to sell me something. It was a patrolman, and the only thing he was selling was making what he'd just found someone else's problem.
"This is Officer Pollack." The voice said on the other line. "We've got...we've got something you need to see."
I took the details about the location from the officer, his greenie voice waviering like a lime jello mold that hadn't quite set, and hopped in my car to go take a look.
By the time I arrived, the street had already been blocked off, and I saw what had made Pollack turn his patrol blues brown. No beat cop was ready for this sort of scene. Someone had done a lot of working and planning to figure out exactly how many times you could spray paint "LOL U GAY" on the outside of a house, and then figured out a way to squeeze in a few more while they were doing the job. The trees had enough toilet paper in them to last an Indian/Mexican fusion joint at least a month.
I saw Lieutenant Ramirez, standing by a cruiser, trying to keep his guys from fucking up the crime seen anymore than it already was.
"Where's the occupant?" I asked, walking over to Ramirez after exchanging greetings.
"Downtown, being treated for some serious burns. They aren't sure he's going to make it, someone roasted the shit out of him. You should see the inside if you haven't had dinner yet." Ramirez said. "They roasted him, and then banned that poor bastard with his own tweets."
"Jesus." I said. "Takes a real piece of work to ban someone with their own damn tweets. Jesus." I'd been an internet cop for almost 20 years. After dealing with internet crimes for that long, you think you've seen everything and nothing will shock you any more, but every once in a while, something still gives you a surprise.
"Hey, um, someone here order a pizza?" A pimple faced teen asked, nervously looking around as every set of eyes at the scene turned to look at him. One of the uniforms who was putting up the crime scene tape gave a sputtering cough, barely being able to turn around in time to get most of the vomit into the gutter. We were dealing with one sick bastard.
Ramirez got back in control, and had few uniforms grab the kid and get a statement.
"You got any suspects?" I ask.
"Sure, going from the neighbors everyone this guy has ever talked to, and quite a few he hasn't." Ramirez said. "I'm hoping to have the suspect list narrowed down to entire twitter user base by the end of the week."
"Any clues?" I asked.
"Other than that pizza? Just this." Ramirez said, holding up an oversized evidence bag with a bicycle pump in it.
Insert joke that merges "hardboiled" with how much Dobson's head looks like an egg
It's art school. As long as you show up to class and draw a few pictures you can spend the rest of the time picking your nose and still get that paper.
It would probably be someone local, because nobody cares enough to go out of their way to fuck with this loser. Also I bet he's such a shut-in he's practically unheard of in town, so cops wouldn't already know to hate him.
Dobson has always leaned towards the belief in a vast shitlord conspiracy to silence him rather than a single person. But he does seem to be using the singular in these tweets so don't know. If he's decided to narrow it down to a single bogeyman rather than the conspiracy it would indicate that on some level he realizes he's become steadily more irrelevant and no longer has large numbers of people looking at him.
