Fixed!
The problem: The board uses two methods to remember who you are. One on Ray's computer lasts 1 hour [then a shift change basically]. One on your computer lasts more or less forever [the ticket stub]. The board itself knows exactly how to use all that stuff. The sloth however was handing out gum-wrappers.
If the 1 hour passed without you doing anything, and then you went to the sloth before going to the main board, the sloth chewed on your ticket a little bit (removed all the backslashes, hehe) and then handed it off to the board to let you login. The board thought it was gross and didn't log you in. Then the board handed you back a gum wrapper since you didn't hand it a proper ticket stub (well you did hand it to the sloth, but he screwed it up).
At first my "fix" was to simply refuse to hand out gum wrappers. If it didn't want to give you a proper ticket stub, I told it not to give you anything. Hence you could keep you old stub if it was refused.
That didn't work of course because the sloth still chewed the ticket anyways. Now he is better behaved, and everything is dandy.
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Nice work Jack!
Hey, we were talking Sunday at the crag after walking to a couple different walls and finding them completely drenched. Horatio mentioned how cool it would be if we had a drought. We then got the great idea that you and Zemkat could maybe somehow create one! Waddya think? Think you guys could do that?
Hey, we were talking Sunday at the crag after walking to a couple different walls and finding them completely drenched. Horatio mentioned how cool it would be if we had a drought. We then got the great idea that you and Zemkat could maybe somehow create one! Waddya think? Think you guys could do that?
Zemkat and I have devised a preliminary plan of action. I expect results will be limited at first, because the precipitation is so widespread. We call it: Operation Stop HF's Irrigational Tendencies. Operation SHIT is a uni-lateral attempt to (1) Keep HF's microscopic tan (certainly not black) cock in his pants, and away from the crags (2) To keep him away from his near infinite supply of whiskey, thereby dehydrating him to the point that his miniscule rain hose cannot be used for evil.
We expect the support of Team Gang Bangers, and perhaps even some grudging support from the Jolly Rodger Boys (who we hope will be entertaining his two-stroke hot-rod until Derby Fest is over).
We expect the support of Team Gang Bangers, and perhaps even some grudging support from the Jolly Rodger Boys (who we hope will be entertaining his two-stroke hot-rod until Derby Fest is over).