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Woke up this morning knowing I had to do yard work to keep the assholes in the home owner's association off my ass. Work like hell all morning, doing combat with a bougainvillea that managed to shred up my arms in the process. After finishing up I come inside and start to rest, just in time for my cat to wake up and literally scream at me in agony. I take him to the vet (which cost a cab ride both ways), and find out that he has a blockage in his urethra and build up in his bladder that will cost upwards of $1300 to fix. Now, I don't have $1300 for myself, so now I have to have my cat, who's barely an adult, put down because I can't afford to treat him. I miss my cat, and I'm sore as hell.
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...I can't compete with anyone who had to put down their pet. Sorry, man.
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I... yeah. I'm really sorry to hear that.
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Sympathy.
This week after dropping a college class I came home to find out my mom had nearly been killed in a car accident.
I feel your misery.
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Sorry, man.
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That was a purely No-Win scenario. You made the right decision.
Meanwhile, a friend of the family was shot down and killed this week. Shit Days is apt.
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Yeah, I knew the decision was correct. As much as I love my cat, I'm just not in the position to support one that is that sick, but it doesn't make me feel too much better.
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It's a shitty, shitty situation... I had the exact same problem with one of my cats a few years back (and my brother's cat had it last year). I was lucky enough to be in a situation to handle it, despite it costing all the money I had. A similar situation right now and I'd lose the pet. Which is the hardest thing in the world to me.
If you get a new cat, female cats have considerably fewer problems because their insides are snaky like a boycat's. If you do get a boycat, there are special cat foods (which are, granted, considerably more expensive) that prevent urethral blockage and crystallization. I feel your pain; losing a loved one is never easy. :(
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I still have my one cat left, and I think I'll just stick with him for awhile. He's fairly young too, so barring another emergency I hope to not need another cat for a good ten years.
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(http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd145/Brentai/435_alf.jpg)
Hey, Bal... buddy... how ya doin'?
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ALF!
(http://img390.imageshack.us/img390/7171/simpsonsangrymobft3.png)
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:sadpanda: :sadpanda: :sadpanda:
If one believes in Karma effecting you in this world, it begs the question: What did you do?
And/Or if you believe in God, it's proof that he hates you.
Sorry, man.
:sadpanda: :sadpanda: :sadpanda:
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let's refrain from discussions about karmic retribution and/or the wrath of God vis a vis dead cats
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(http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd145/Brentai/alf_phone.jpg)
Woah! Buddy! Let's hold the phone here!
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If one believes in Karma effecting you in this world, it begs the question: What did you do?
And/Or if you believe in God, it's proof that he hates you.
Sorry, man.
Why is everything you say so stupid?
(http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd145/Brentai/alf_phone.jpg)
Woah! Buddy! Let's hold the phone here!
(http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/8780/holdthephoneow7.jpg)
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(http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd145/Brentai/Fozzie.jpg)
Allll right, I's holding thee phone, now wut?
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Man... it always depresses me that I 'get' ALF jokes.
:sadpanda:
GIVE ME BACK MY MISSPENT YOUTH!
:MENDOZAAAAA:
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Alf is funny.
I've been told my Alf impression is spot-on. I can't believe I'm posting that.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yYEX9dV34I
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My birthday is coming up. By virtue or merely mentioning this fact in this thread more or less tells you how I feel on the matter. I'll dispense from the obvious reasons: I'm turning 23 and I haven't accomplished shit, boo-hoo-hoo and so forth. The main reason why I'm dreading this day is because I'm pretty sure my dad is going to die on it.
Yeah, see, he's a drinker. Heavy drinker. So heavy, in fact, that his liver has stopped working 3 times already -- two of those times during my 21st and 22nd birthdays, respectively. And it's already looking like it'll happen a forth time pretty soon. It might not happen, of course... nevertheless, I'm not getting my hopes up.
Bonus points: My older brother has the same birthday as me. God's kind of an asshole that way.
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DN: Focus less on what you're becoming and more on what you are. It is obvious you've set your bar so high as to cause depression; you're not that special. All most of us can hope to accomplish is to reach the end of this life with good friends and good memories.
Hallmark
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... did... did you even read my post?
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Unfortunately a Friendship Speech can't fix that shit, so we're ignoring it.
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We do like your Friendship AND giving Friendship Speeches however!
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So, is this an older twin brother we're talking about here, or did your parents just bang like clockwork?
Just throwing that imagery out there.
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It happens, Arc. My brother and sister were born exactly nine years apart.
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That is good imagery. You can think of it as either a spring operated mechanism with a gear mechanism and two very distinct states of in and out or a digital watch sort of set up where...
I'm going to be 25 in November and I have never really accomplished dick though I have learned a lot. I think I'm a much more reasonable and rational person than most of our society, but I always strive to be better and I try not to judge other people harshly, especially when it's not my place. Also, I'm always working on accomplishing something and I hope to beable to say I've done something that I am proud of in the next 10 years or so.
Having someone that I cared for on a deeper level than fucking would be nice too. But all in all I've got it alright, so I'm not complaining. It's all relative anyway, when you think about it.
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So, is this an older twin brother we're talking about here, or did your parents just bang like clockwork?
Older conjoined twin, actually. How this is possible, the mechanics of which are simply too complex and, indeed, mind blowing for me to properly explain.
I was just born on his fifth birthday is all, actually. Buge said, this isn't uncommon.
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It isn't statistically common, therefore, it is uncommon.
:doit: Freaks.
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All we want is to be accepted, Arc. We're not monsters, we sacrifice our virgins to Cthulu and give hermaphroditic birth to death babies just like everybody else. Why can't you just let us be? Why do you have to judge? Love us, Arc. Love us.
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At what point did every single post by DN become somewhat uncomfortable to read?
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Birthday Fun-Facts:
There are only 366 possible birthdates.
There have been cultures in the world which used lunar calendars, so rather than a birthday you'd have a birth-month, with days being incedental happenings during the month.
Typically, as women age they are perceived as losing beauty, but as men age they are perceived as gaining it.
The birthday song is copywritten.
Some believe that the concept of the birthday (http://museums.ncl.ac.uk/archive/mithras/text.htm) was started in the first century in Rome.
Bugs Bunny is 70 years old!
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It happens, Arc. My brother and sister were born exactly nine years apart.
I was born on my great-uncle Jim's 50th birthday. When I was 17, we congratulated him on his 50th anniversary of being a Catholic priest, which made me stop and think about what the next fifty years of my life might be like.
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Typically, as women age they are perceived as losing beauty, but as men age they are perceived as gaining it.
This is one of those traditional "beliefs" that was probably decided by old men. Like those cultures where, as a coming of age ritual, you have to blow all the elders.
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... Which cultures are those?
When I was 17, we congratulated him on his 50th anniversary of being a Catholic priest, which made me stop and think about what the next fifty years of my life might be like.
Did they involve fleeing seminary?
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Papau, New Guinea, I guess. LD told me the story.
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Preview page comes back from its Nth editorial review with "this game isn't out yet" scrawled next to one of them. No fucking fooling.
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Over the better part of the past ten hours, I have watched my partner rewrite code which I spent the past two weeks on, and which was working fine as of this afternoon.
Now, this only bruised my ego for about the first fifteen minutes. I have a certain amount of pride in my work and of course it's never fun to watch somebody completely dismiss something you've spent so many hours on. But objectively, he knows Flash better than I do -- I have literally learned it in the aforementioned two weeks -- and his code is easier to read.
But also objectively, you do not fucking rewrite code that works the night before it's due. I don't care how ugly it is, if you're rewriting it it had better be because you have finished ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING ELSE on the project.
As I write this, it is 1 AM and we have still not caught up to where I was at 3:00. And we still have to code a GUI. And finish the writeup. And a PowerPoint, if we don't finish the GUI. And there is a homework assignment due tomorrow which we have both barely started which looks like it will take four hours.
So really, the fact that it was my code that got taken out isn't the point. The point is that I could be in bed now -- or at the very least, finishing up that homework assignment -- if I weren't working with a guy who would rather spend ten hours rewriting code than take XML as the input language.
Also he's been very snotty about the whole thing.
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That's why I hate working in groups.
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Typically, as women age they are perceived as losing beauty, but as men age they are perceived as gaining it.
This is one of those traditional "beliefs" that was probably decided by old men. Like those cultures where, as a coming of age ritual, you have to blow all the elders.
I believe it has more to do with the fact that some girls like confidence, which comes more easily with age, and therefore learn to think of older guys as sexier.
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Or it could just be that when guys got older and richer they only wanted all the fine young tail they couldn't get when they were younger.
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Mark it: as of 11:30 PM on Wednesday, April 30, my code returns the same result it did at 3:00 PM on Monday, April 28, from a differently-formatted set of inputs.
Granted, I would be happier about this if it had been accomplished BEFORE the project was actually due, but the professor's given us an extension, so that's good. But we had to do a presentation before the class yesterday on a project that was not actually done, so that was bad. But we still came out better than that guy who didn't do anything.
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Not sure whether it's a good day or a bad day when you find out that your cat's not suffering an immune disorder, but has lymphoma and probably at least a few months to live. Especially when it's coupled with your (more-or-less) grandmother, on the up side, being much less jaundiced than she was a few weeks ago--with the pancreatic cancer you just found out she had.
So it goes.
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:(
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ya n i think i totaly gaind 5 lbs
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i just five minutes ago foud out my sister robbed my grandpa for a $10,000 car
also i gained 10 lbs this month, which i hear is unhealthy
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I applied to a school today. Evidently, it will take four to six weeks for them to process my application. The deadline to apply for on-campus housing is June 1st. They obviously won't accept a housing application unless I'm already accepted to the school.
So even if I am accepted, I'm pretty much fucked.
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Trust me, you're not missing out on any terribly wonderful experiences there.
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Eh, by the time they process the housing application they'll have processed the enrollment application.
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So even if I am accepted, I'm pretty much fucked.
It may be the lamest thing ever, but buy some fucking flip-flops and wear them in the shower. You have good odds of giving and receiving the most horrible alien fungi your foot will ever have the misfortune of being eaten by.
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I don't think I wrote my post clearly.
I can't apply for on-campus housing. By the time I receive an acceptance letter, the deadline will have passed.
I have no idea how I'm going to attend the school.
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You should do it anyway. See TA's comment.
Well, unless there's any way of avoiding dorm housing while still keeping the convenience of being on campus.
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Yes, I'm saying apply before you get the acceptance letter.
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Or just suck it up and live off-campus. Having been through public school you shouldn't have any trouble taking a 10-minute bus ride to class.
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:facepalm:
They won't take housing applications from people who aren't enrolled at the school. I asked about it already. I insisted. They said no.
The best I can do at this point is hope I can find an off-campus apartment or something. And then I'd need a fucking car and I'd need to fucking commute, during the fucking winter.
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I'd need to fucking commute, during the fucking winter.
Which is what I did up in the Rockies.
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Then you understand why this is the less ideal arrangement.
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Not really. I actually chose to do this rather than live in the dorms.
It really is an ungratifying experience.
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I don't care about the dorm itself, I care about being able to walk to class. Specifically, I care about not having to deal with a fucking car, especially if I end up having to dig it out of the snow every other day.
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See if the local public transportation service has a discount for students. They usually do, if the school itself doesn't pay the tab for you, and if there's no convenient route to campus then you need to rethink where you're living, where you're going to, or both.
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NH does not have much in the way of public trans.
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Hooray for libertarianism?
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I've driven my car into school and now work for every day for over 5 years. I'll admit, it is starting to ware on me and I really want to live close enough to where ever I work in future so that I can walk or bike there in the summer.
But my point is that I've done it for 5 years and I could probably do it longer, it's not that bad.
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So there's really no housing within biking distance of campus?
I mean, I wouldn't want to bike to class in the snow either, but I've done it. And I'm sure your winters are worse than Flagstaff's, but we DID have a couple bad winters while I was there.
(Obligatory reminder of Arizona geography before someone asks: Flagstaff is located at 7000 feet and resembles Boulder more than Phoenix.)
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NHTI on Google Maps (http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=new+hampshire+technical+institute&sll=43.224176,-71.529086&sspn=0.006958,0.014591&ie=UTF8&ll=43.219939,-71.526618&spn=0.013917,0.029182&z=15)
The nearest housing is within biking distance, but it passes through many high traffic intersections, shopping plazas, and highway exits, none of which have much in the way of nearby sidewalk. Depending on conditions and temperature, it may not even work, but then, I guess that's what the car would be for.
Oh, and I don't have a bike anyway, but that's a comparatively small concern.
At any rate, I'm definitely going to do this program, if I get accepted. I just have no idea how.
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While I am wording this to sound as whiney as possible, I now have to pack my bags out of goddamned utopiaville in two weeks, leave to learn how to be badass, 20% more sneaky, and while that was expected I now have been tacked on with teaching my first boot camp this goddamned summer.
At the same time, I planned to go to university in some other town this fall, and coming back to town on the 31st of August is going to make logistical planning a lot harder, considering that I was planning to buy my first car in this province sometime in August (where I live, there's just no need) plus do the moving bit sometime in the last week..
I also have to depend on a stoner roomate to pass on correspondence to my various PO boxes of where I will be living this summer, except that he doesn't know this because he just left this morning to go research the involvement of the Spanish Recolonization of the Pacific Northwest in the 17-1800's.
I also have a lot of shit
And I need to find a sublet during the summer - FAST :ohshi~:
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If Ninja Camp provides worthwhile net access, then logistics can work out.
And hey, fresh meat. Could be rewarding to see your own League of Shadows shape up over the weeks.
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Logistics may be a bit trickier than you think. When coming home overseas once I can say I tried to find a place in a city using only the internets, and a car.
Both proved to bomb out.
I already have mechanics of method in place to make a plan B, as well as a go to hell plan. They are still undesireable.
I have looked forward to these prospects before, and once I kick the logistical hurdle in the shins, I will no doubt be able to enjoy how lucky I am.
Also: 56k :facepalm:
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Speaking of bad times, anybody have 56k that I could borrow by friday?
Yeah, I ain't talking bandwidth sucka.
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I hope that you found something to make life go on in an ideal fashion.
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My dog died.
I found out my mom has cancer.
I was in a pretty major car accident in which my car was totaled. Since I could only afford collision insurance, nothing was covered. I was able to get a new car, but literally spent all my savings and college monies on it so may not be taking classes for at least a year, and certainly wont be going away to college.
That sums up my last month or so.
I've vented.
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:sadpanda:
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:/
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Yeesh. Not much I can say that would be adequate under the circumstances...hope things improve; best wishes for your mom.
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Ryg, good luck.
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No real luck to be had. Everything is done with, my mom I guess is dealing in her own way despite pleading otherwise. Other than that, if my life is patterned, I see another good 19 years down the road.
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Damn it, the wheel on my mouse broke. You guys have no idea how bad I have it.
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My roommate has a problem with me but she never really made it clear until an hour ago.
I use things. Around the apartment. Many of these things are hers. Some of these things she doesn't mind me using. Some of them she does.
She doesn't tell me which is which. Which leads to the problem of today.
In our living room, there is a television, a stereo, a VCR, a DVD player and a PS2. They're all connected in one way or another. In the past, I've used most of them with no comment from her, and indeed, she left instructions on how to work out the connections when I moved in. Recently, I purchased a memory card and Final Fantasy X-2 (note: I already had some PS2 and PS1 games in my collection, just no system or memcard. This is a fact that she knows). Last night, I played some Disgaea. Today, I saw the PS2 controller gone. I asked about it, and she hit me with this tirade about how I should have asked to use it! She also brought up stuff which had been resolved in the past along similar lines: using something once and getting told to ask, then either (a) asking, and using the thing ad nauseam, (b) buying my own, or (c) never using that thing again.
The thing is, she wasn't around when I used the PS2. That irked her even more, but what flabbergasted me was that I'd left it exactly the way I found it. Not to be sneaky or anything, but out of courtesy, you know, that whole "campsite rule." The fact that she knew gave me flashbacks to Misery.
Me, I don't mind if people use my stuff. If it's (a) outside my room and (b) not food, it's fair game. That not a problem. The problem is that I've used the television and DVD player and radio to no comment, but when I used the PS2, she had an issue with it.
There's a connection between this obsessive attitude of hers and the fact that she can't keep a steady boyfriend, but I'm not vindictive enough to hypothesize.
I will, however, say that it was terribly discourteous of her to look into a job offer for teaching in Korea that would require her to leave at the end of July, a fact I was informed of on Tuesday.
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We told you buying X-2 would end poorly.
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A game so bad people will move to Korea to escape it.
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Okay, this is just priceless. Now she's hidden the PS2.
You know, because she might have walked in on me rubbing it against my vaseline-coated body!
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/buge/monk.jpg)
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Dropped the bike in the rain today, with me underneath it. Hnnnrg.
My fault, I was being stupid and following too close. Now I get to replace my left side turn signals.
That's the thing about crash bars though, is that they make all the difference between $50 damage and no injuries to speak of, vs $1500 damage and getting squashed. Didn't rip up my jeans (I'm not a fashion whore, it's just impossible to find anything my size), didn't smash my phone (despite it being in my left pocket), didn't actually HIT the car I was braking to avoid... so not too bad.
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It's 200 degrees at my house and the trees around here drop a thick yellow coat of pollen which I am highly allergic to. I keep my windows open to avoid cooking in my juices but the resultant allergen-induced bloody throat and 24/7 sinus headache are making Jack a very dull boy.
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It's 200 degrees at my house and the trees around here drop a thick yellow coat of pollen which I am highly allergic to. I keep my windows open to avoid cooking in my juices but the resultant allergen-induced bloody throat and 24/7 sinus headache are making Jack a very dull boy.
Do you live in Arizona? You can ski on the drifts of mesquite pollen we get around here.
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The northern foothills of California.
I'm reallly a huge temperature pussy. I shiver in 60 degree weather and sweat when it hits 85.
I'm sure I'd be just fine with the damn windows closed but I'd rather suffer and bleed than feel mildly uncomfortable.
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I will, however, say that it was terribly discourteous of her to look into a job offer for teaching in Korea that would require her to leave at the end of July, a fact I was informed of on Tuesday.
While the rest of the issues may be a result of her being beyond reason, this tidbit is something that is pretty normal for people such as myself. Usually a month and a half notice is the minimum I would inform my roomie, under good conscience.
Bonus points if I get it to match with the beginning of a semester.
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My brother, who works as a gas station attendant, at night and alone, was robbed at gunpoint last night. He's didn't get hurt, but still. I'm sure some of you live in places where you get shot at five times before breakfast, but to me the event is kind of surreal.
When he called his dumb bitch manager to get her to give the security tapes to the police, she didn't want to at first because it was late at night and she wanted to sleep.
Plus she made him finish his shift.
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I'd sue.
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I'd sue.
Ditto.
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I'd go home.
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So: twenty minutes before I was scheduled to shut down the service desk and leave work last night, in walks a certain prominent member of a certain prominent local family. Regardless of the family's reputation (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roma_people), they have a history of questionable dealings with the store. (Items are returned to the store minus up to half their contents; presented identification is expired, out-of-state, or otherwise suspect; constant appeals to authority uninvolved in the transaction, etc.) The usual song-and-dance routine ensues. Thirty minutes after I was supposed to leave, I finally shut down the service desk and clock out for the day.
Half-way home, a state trooper pulls me over, because I'd forgotten that I still hadn't gotten new tags from the DMV. On top of that, my insurance expired three weeks ago, so I get to pay two tickets instead of one. At least I wasn't speeding.
I finally got to my house for the first time in a week (usually over at my girlfriend's or parents') only to discover that the internet's out for scheduled service. So much for splatterhousen!
:scanners:
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MY DAY
11:00: Wake up. This sounds like I slept late, but I've been sick for the past couple weeks and basically hibernating. I slept poorly last night and get up tired; I get up because I'm supposed to have a phone interview at 1:00.
1:00: Don't know if it's the cold or something I ate, but my intestines are screaming. But I dare not go to the bathroom, because the phone's supposed to ring any minute.
1:20: Phone still has not rung. Fuck this. Grab latest issue of Booster Gold, destroy bathroom.
1:50: Call company to ask what happened to my interview. My HR contact has gone home for the day and I don't know who I'm supposed to be interviewing with, so the receptionist can't help me.
2:00: E-Mail HR contact; ask to reschedule.
3:00: Go to do some menial work on one of grandparents' rental houses, seeing as I don't have a real job. Scrub windows and blinds and screw faceplates back on outlets for several hours. It's not that I think this kind of work is beneath me, but a big part of why I got my degree WAS so I'd never have to do it again.
The neighborhood is one of contrasts. I can hear loud mariachi music coming from one person's front yard, and see the Confederate flag flying in another's backyard.
6:20: Go home, shower, start load of laundry. Screw around on computer.
8:00: Phone call from girl I haven't spoken to in over a year (we've had E-Mail contact but she's been in Korea). Nice, long conversation where we catch up.
8:40: Go to grandparents' for dinner. Watch latest classic I have gotten from Netflix, The Wild One.
11:00: Come home. Change laundry, feed cats, grab Fat Tire from fridge, sit down at computer.
12:30: Ban SoraCross.
...So actually, it was really only the FIRST half of my day that was a shit day; the last half was pretty awesome. I'm going to call this one a wash.
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My car's on fire, I'm stuck in LA, and I'm using a Mac.
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Taken all together, these three circumstances make sense. But... I mean, why a mac?
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Because the alternative is my mind.
Which, while it has poor compatibility with most hardware, does understand the function of the home and end keys.
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Could be worse. You could be stuck with Gentoo or something.
I've only spent about 20 minutes in LA, and that was only at LAX, but still, I'm in no rush to go back. That place changes you, man.
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Could be worse. You could be stuck with Gentoo or something.
Which, while it has poor compatibility with most hardware, does understand the function of the home and end keys.
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Could be worse. You could be stuck with Gentoo or something.
Which, while it has poor compatibility with most hardware, does understand the function of the home and end keys.
:perfect:
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My mother continued her angry, purposeless rant mode by getting in such a heated argument with my sister over the phone that it ended with Mom suffering a heart palpitation and passing out.
My sister decided that tending to my half-comatose mother instead of listening to her side of whatever fucking argument is (further) proof that her family hates her and wants her to die.
I am somehow expected, given the circumstances, to care.
When did my life turn into a fucking Jerry Springer marathon?
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My mother continued her angry, purposeless rant mode by getting in such a heated argument with my sister over the phone that it ended with Mom suffering a heart palpitation and passing out.
My sister decided that tending to my half-comatose mother instead of listening to her side of whatever fucking argument is (further) proof that her family hates her and wants her to die.
I am somehow expected, given the circumstances, to care.
When did my life turn into a fucking Jerry Springer marathon?
Is your mother okay? Sorry for the drama.
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Eh. Sleep-it-off kind of heart problem. Scary but not life-changing.
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Any of you in the continental U.S. looking for a roommate? I'm a little, erm, thrown-the-fuck-out right now*.
Sorry, but I'm out on my ass at the moment. Will update when my life settles back down.
It's Mighty Morphin' Commune Time!
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I've got a setup going right now that makes a Japanese apartment look pretty inviting. At least you can stuff a bookshelf into one of those somewhere. As it is I've managed to tuck my much-larger-than-I-thought library literally into my bed. My headboard is pretty much made out of Greek classics.
I do have a closet, though. I'd invite Friday to stay in it, but she'd have to be much shorter and Japanese and technically dead.
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one out of three ain't bad!
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:tears: My world-view and creepy, erotic deification of Friday is destroyed unless the one-out-of-three is "much shorter".
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[angst]I was pretty sure kids were only supposed to complain about their parents being divorced until their twelve. Unfortunately though, many of the things I've previously posted here mixed with more life drama and put me into a situation where I was forced back into my mom's house. Now child support issues are coming back up, and my dad, of course, wants me to move back in.
This happened pretty regularly in my youth, but now I'm in a situation where I can see the effect and I really hate it. Despite the fact that my dad's house is the kind of place where a straight day there would drive you to suicide, never mind a year, he is without any fathom of a doubt the financial support. Even when my sister and I were living with our mom and she was getting support, he continued to pay out of pocket for education and the like.
In the other house, it is near impossible for my mom to not make it look like she wants me to live with her so she can get the support. I'm really starting not to mind, though. I completely hate that my dad will basically be charged for my asylum from his house, but can't help but feel like he helped create the situation where that's necessary.
Coming down to it, I feel like a spoiled rich girl who was raised by a nanny instead of her parents, and I'm making the decision to move in with my abusive punk boyfriend who beats me and uses all my money on his drug habit, but it's ok because he really loves me.[/angst]
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It's a good thing you put that in angst tags, or I would have thought that it was a problem that reasonable human beings got upset about. Thanks for proving I'm an over-emotional little girl Ryg, but since I am, would you like a hug and a girl's night out for icecream?
EDIT:
Because it's not clear: Parents getting/being divorced and having legal bullshit like this thrown around is a legit' reason to be upset! Unfortunately, all I really have to offer Ryg is telling him he's a moron for feeling bad about feeling bad and ice cream. Ice cream is good, right?
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Shut up Classic.
EDIT: Shut up Classic.
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That's a tough and stupid situation, Rygaron. Condolences.
Uh... I have a toothache. (/lame)
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In Classic's defense, I would like some icecream.
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:wuv: Name your flavor, brand, and preferred toppings. This is going to be a binge.
I hope life in general returns to awesome soon.
In local news, I'm overbooked for classes and generally falling behind. In spite of getting only four hours sleep a night and having cut out every other time-wasting vice but internet, it might be time to cut out that in favor of sleeping for a few more hours a day.
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(http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo22/driftycity/asian.gif)
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:sadpanda:
Just for that Arc, you're not gettin' icecream.
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Can we at least give him a makeover?
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You know you're not doing very well when you start thinking about joining the military police.
I need a real job.
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they're going to cut me open :(
and they want to do it on the weekend too
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Well, I told you to use extra lube when using foreign objects, but noooooooo.... don't listen to meeee.
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You know you're not doing very well when you start thinking about joining the military police.
I need a real job.
The time with the Economic Crisis couldn't be better. Go Air Force Provost Marshall, and you'll probably spend a good chunk of your career in places like Dubai, Panama, Japan and not Iraqistan. One of my friends who ended up moving northside recently did that and he turned out pretty well as a 4-star resturant chef..
Also, dead cars make for troubled times..
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I've decided to go back to bike-commuting at least 3 days each week, which is great for many reasons, including the ability to eat ANYTHING and have it bounce right off of you. What is bad about it is that when I've just gotten back to my neighborhood after a 20+ mile ride and haven't eaten in five or six hours, everything sounds delicious. And so it was that I found myself devouring every last bite of a salmon burrito, as well as all the rice and beans. I won't go into too much detail, but let's just say that the thread title is right on the nose.
:MENDOZAAAAA: :fukit: :painful:
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That answer your question Classic?
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...so at about 2 AM, I heard a splintering sound followed by a sliding sound, and then turned around in time to watch four boxes of comics slide off the shelf and onto the floor.
They were front-heavy boxes and appear to have put enough weight on the front-left part of the shelf that it pushed the peg it was on right down through the hole it was in.
No harm done to me, the comics, or anything else that I can see besides the aforesaid ruined hole and one of the box tops. But I clearly need to find a new way of storing them at whatever place I move to next. (My old apartment had a walk-in closet, which was perfect.) Basically I think I just need deeper, sturdier shelves.
In the meantime, I've moved the front-heavy boxes to lower shelves, the boxes that were on THOSE shelves to another set of shelves (which I hope will hold them better but which are still less than ideal), and the things on those shelves back to the original shelf, which I've moved up one rung higher since it won't be able to sit in that old spot anymore.
Anyway. Clearly I pissed off somebody on the forum and he found my house and is trying to strike at that which is dearest to me.
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I have a cramp on the right side of stomach, and has since been informed that that's where the appendix is.
I'm pretty sure that means that I am going to die soon.
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I had that too and I spent a night in the hospital before someone actually looked at my test results and said it wasn't jack.
as I understand, if you're not rolling in pain in 48 hours, you don't have anything.
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I thought I had appendicitis once but it turned out to be gas. It was such an incredible, sharp pain, though. I sat on the potty and tried to fart so hard but it didn't work. Eventually it just, I don't know. Turned into 50 pounds of fat I guess.
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The appendix isn't on the right side of the stomach at all. It's way down to the bottom right of your abdomen, lower than your navel.
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yeah, that's exactly the point that hurts. I -hope- it's just muscles, or my guts that decided to reconfigure themselves.
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you're all pregnant.
with transformers.
chkchkchkchkchkchk.
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I have a cramp on the right side of stomach, and has since been informed that that's where the appendix is.
I'm pretty sure that means that I am going to die soon.
You're not. Appendicitis is a major hateful thing, not just a cramp. When my sister had it, the first symptom to present itself was eight continuous hours of vomiting. You really can't mistake it for a minor thing.
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My psychologist rescheduled me three times cause she's changing clinics. I hate my job and I'm afraid I won't get anything better despite having spent more years in school than most teachers. I was going to go to another city for new years but the roads are destroyed because of excessive rain. And every time I try to talk to a girl she turns her nose up halfway through the first phrase. I'm afraid I'm getting old and won't get to enjoy life before I don't have the chance to anymore.
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Move to America, you bastard.
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I WAS BUT FIRST YOU DESTROYED YOUR BUILDINGS AND NOW YOUR ECONOMY
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Come fix them!
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So this morning I got to crawl, on my back, underneath my parents' house, through 6 inches of ice-cold water(uphill both ways) to fix a water line that had popped out of its u-joint. As the shock of the cold water overtook me and my entire body seized up for a brief moment, I thought to myself, "Great, 2 days before Christmas, and I'm going to die of hypothermia underneath my parents' house." Then the cat that lives under my parents' house(got chased under there by dogs, won't come out) decided it just HAD to have attention while I was trying to put the pipe in place without falling back into the water(not that it would've mattered, since I was already soaked at that point). THEN I got to crawl back through the water, since there's only one entrance to the crawlspace under the house, and the water just happened to be between it and me.
On the plus side, working in the frozen foods section doesn't seem so bad now!
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You should probably have someone monitor/spot you during that or like tie a rope around your waist. You know, so you don't die of hypothermia underneath your parent's house 2 days before christmas.
Seriously, precarious home situations like that are a lot more lethal than people think.
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Yeah, probably. However, no one else was home, and I wanted to take a shower.
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Yeah, probably. However, no one else was home, and I wanted to take a shower, so I DUNKED MYSELF IN THE ICE COLD WATER BENEATH OUR HOUSE :enraged:
manly stuff.
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Ok, so it was actually more like 'I was the only one home AND the only one small enough to fit into the crawlspace, by the time anyone else would be home to spot me I'd be at work, and I knew my parents wouldn't stop bothering me about it until I fixed it.'
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My grandmother had a stroke. She's alive.
It is hard to express how wonderful she is in mere words, but I'll try:
If she were to look and read every post on these boards, and on the pyokoboards, she'd still want to make everyone cookies and tea afterwords.
Even Guild.
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goo won't stop coming out of my nose
and i'm so congested that pooping leaves me winded
fuck you, i'm sick
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Some days I feel totally alone. Today is one of those days. People in general suck big nuts.
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Some days I feel totally alone. Today is one of those days. People in general suck big nuts.
I've just chewed apart the box you sent out.
You're inside me now, Guild.
Inside. Me.
Forever.
:doit:
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Arc, you hussy. I thought we had something special. :sadpanda:
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Some days I feel totally alone. Today is one of those days. People in general suck big nuts.
I've just chewed apart the box you sent out.
You're inside me now, Guild.
Inside. Me.
Forever.
:doit:
http://www.gamespite.net/verbalspew/archives/archive_2009-m01.php#e1091
This is not really how I expected the day to go.
For those who have asked, though, I'm still with 1UP. Thanks for your concern, but I'd rather you wish the best for everyone who wasn't so fortunate instead. Go consume some hard liquor for us.
Done and done. And I mean done.
Guild sent you liqour???!
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My headset microphone doesn't work. I look at the cord; it's pulled and exposed near where it connects to the headphone. It's pretty clearly busted.
I prepare to go buy another pair, so I clean my glasses before I go. My fingers slip, and I break the left... whatever you call the thingy that goes over your ear.
I drive by the optician shop, and learn that the parts aren't made any more. I'll need new glasses.
I go to the store and buy a new headset.
I come home, plug it in, and realize that my old headset had the mute switch turned on. It works fine.
:slow: :hurr: :whoops: :endit: :fukit:
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An entire month's salary is going to pay schooling for the car mechanic's kids.
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I collected three checks and got a permanent job offer.
...
Am I doing this right?
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OH IT'S NOT OVER YET.
I had to carry a girl that broke up with me two hours beforehand to the cab so she wouldn't get run over by traffic.
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If she broke up with you while she was drunk then it didn't count.
Also anything else that occurred while she was drunk. :suave:
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You're making assumptions. He could have just broke her kneecaps.
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Yeah, she doesn't remember anything.
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Some days I feel totally alone. Today is one of those days. People in general suck big nuts.
I've just chewed apart the box you sent out.
You're inside me now, Guild.
Inside. Me.
Forever.
:doit:
*crosses Arc's name off of a giant list*
Thanks for the candy.
*goes back to polishing his shotgun*
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Not necessarily a shit day, but it wasn't fun. My older brother and his girlfriend just bought a house -- it was a bit of a shithole, too. That's why I've been spending that last few days helping them clean it right the fuck up. Just today I helped rip up some old, shitty carpet and padding and replaced it with some lovely pergo.
The house looks (almost) lovely, now. Still needs a bunch of work.
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I just spent that last few hours arguing with someone about the best way to clean an old, irreplaceable painting that had fallen into disrepair. I suggested finding out how to do it from somebody else or the internet, they thought steam cleaning it would be the best idea.
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It will certainly remove all impurities from the canvas
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Well my day started on a sour note when I discovered that my computer was yet again failing at life and being stupid and not opening things or recognizing that it was running at all.
But really, the actual kicker came tonight when my mom called to tell me she's on the way home and off the cuff asks if I heard that my sister's friend Brianna died. And I'm like "...sorry what?" My little sister's friend was probably barely 20, and she was a generally nice girl and she was silly and she was always friendly to me. I wasn't close with her, but I knew her. My sister's all fucked up about it very understandably. Brianna was apparently at a party last night and had only had a couple drinks; something made her laugh and she throws her head back laughing and slams her head right through a windowsill. Apparently she died before she even hit the ground. The state of NH treats any unusual circumstances of death as homocide, but jesus fuck. How the fuck does a freak accident like that happen? That is just fucking bizarre and I just can't believe she's dead. She was a nice girl.
:;_;: :;_;: :;_;: :;_;:
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I am very sorry to hear that, LD.
I am always amazed how thin that little thread is. Death is so close to us, always, invisible, and it doesn't wait for the proper moment, or anything else.
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(http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd145/Brentai/brianisdeath.jpg)
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My condolences, Lady Duke.
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Everyone I know... everyone... has come down with the same sort of Implosive Flu or something. Except me, I'm a picture of health. This is particularly terrifying because my immune system can best be described as "shot to hell" on a good day.
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It's always fun to find out that the last five years of your life have been completely wasted and that the rest of your life will probably suck more because of it. :painful:
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Who told DN Carmen Sandiego isn't real?
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SHE'S REAL GOD DAMN YOU I JUST... I JUST HAVEN'T FOUND HER YET :loser:
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(http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/6213/unp1lw5ci9.jpg)
Craaaaaap.
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Well... who's the genius now, Mr. We-won't-have-time-for-boardgames-in-space?
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It's still cool! It's still cool!
We can use these rocks as game pieces! I'll be a rock, you'll be a rock, the navigator will be a rock, and the engineer will be...
:oh: That colony of venomous headcrabs headed straight for us.
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Ever had a day where you accomplished several things, and every accomplishment somehow served to make you more stressed out?
I guess that's sort of a good thing. I mean when accomplishment gives me a feeling of relaxation I just sort of kick back and chill and don't get shit else finished. On the other hand I was sort of shouting at old ladies and small children and puppies today.
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well the puppy was being a dick
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All the stress from work yesterday lowered my defenses to the point where I could no longer resist the horrible cold my wife has.
Sick as a dog. Stayed home.
This might be good news, other than the fact that all the work will still be there for me when I get back. :painful:
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Just once I'd like to be the person with the most problems in my family.
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I think I'd have to actually be dead.
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No, because then you would have 0 problems.
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I think you underestimate Brentai's resourcefulness.
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but a bitch ain't one
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Bitch ain't a problem!
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but a bitch ain't one
I was wondering how long it would take.
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Many of you are, or know of someone who got laid off. It's not easy to talk to them, but I found a few helpful tips (http://consumerist.com/5152553/talk-to-a-friend-whos-been-laid-off). [via consumerist.com]
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Well, Julie didn't get in to UNLV. So, uh, I don't know what's going to happen next year. We might be spending another year in Wichita.
:sadpanda:
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My cousin got the shit kicked out of her by her ex (he was an ex before this occurrence), and the bastard punched her so hard he knocked her out and broke her face in that area right below the eye. The doctors said she's lucky she's not blind in that eye, and the bastard hid her away basically in his room, and she doesn't remember anything and refused to press charges. Thankfully, the police did anyway. She's going into surgery tomorrow. I wish she'd stay away from that douche. I hope he goes to prison ;-;
I have a sneaking suspicion the guy is also big enough of a sleaze to have taken advantage of her unconscious state and raped her too.
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I'm getting sick, and my client is dicking me around.
...I guess it could be worse.
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I'm getting sick, and my client is dicking me around.
...I guess it could be worse.
Yeah, just remove the last word of that first sentence.
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Dad's dog is dying.
Mom's dog is probably dying too.
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If we know what you mean?
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stfu
there's nothing worse in the entire world than your dog dying.
maybe, like, 9/11. but it's close.
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I didn't cry during 9/11.
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God, that sucks. What breeds and how old?
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My mother lied to me about having my dog put to sleep. Keep crying, babies.
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My mother lied to me about having my dog put to sleep. Keep crying, babies.
Let's not try to one-up eachother in sad stories about losing dogs...
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Yeah, two weekends ago i threw off the ashes of my dog into the air.
It was a bittersweet occasion, as it was the only time I've seen my direct family in one place in the past four years, despite the three living together out east.
If anything, the memories from the crazy-ass deathmarches I attempted to put my canine through, and how she one-uped me such as the time I struggled cliffside, then found her at the top munching away on a rabbit she just hunted down, made up the 'sweet' in the bittersweet parts of the mourning. In fact, that's where we threw the ashes.
I hope you may have those memories with your pets.
Best wishes there.
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My mother lied to me about having my dog put to sleep. Keep crying, babies.
Let's not try to one-up eachother in sad stories about losing dogs...
This is the third time in my life I've heard someone say that. :facepalm:
Our cats are older and in poor health. Every day we've got them we are fortunate.
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God, that sucks. What breeds and how old?
Mom's is 13, purebred lab, so it's not exactly unexpected. He apparently got hit by a wave of vertigo the other morning and my stepdad found him collapsed in the snow, suffering from hypothermia (they're in a part of Arizona that has things like snow and hypothermia). They've been trying to nurse him back to health but it's been more than a week and he still can't walk, so if things don't improve soon, well, that's no way for him to live.
For the first few years of his life, he lived with me and my grandparents in the house where I grew up.
Dad's dog is about half that age and so it's a much bigger shock. He started walking with a limp a couple of months back; Dad took him in and he was diagnosed with valley fever, so he's been on meds for that. But it didn't get better, it got worse, to the point that he stopped getting up to come to the door when I'd come by to visit. Over the last few days a lump started growing at the top of his leg. Dad took him in to the vet yesterday and they said it's a tumor and he's probably got a month to live. When I saw him yesterday, it was about the size of an orange. He can still walk but it's obviously terribly painful for him, and it takes a lot of coaxing even to get him to walk into the next room or out into the backyard.
My grandparents' dog died a few months back. So this could be all three within the span of a year. Two, at least, were old, but a giant tumor at the age of six is an especially hard thing to see.
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My first dog was an old pit bull I had growing up who eventually had to be put down due to cancer. He spent most of his time drinking pool water (I assume because the chlorination killed the pain or something) or throwing up, towards the end.
Later I had a dog who had puppies, and she decided to hoard them in the darkness under the deck next to the pool. She gave birth to about 15 or so, and I think six or seven wandered half-blind right into the pool and drowned before my father just ripped the wood and concrete away with a sledgehammer/hedgetrimmer combo and rescued the rest. We gave them away outside the grocery store. The mother died of grief not long after.
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I don't know if it's because we always adopted older dogs from the pound when I was growing up (meaning we never had a dog from puppyhood to adulthood, and we had a dog die every 4-5 years), or whether it's because my father died when I was three, but the death of a pet has never hit me as hard as I hard as I see it hit others. It's definitely a sad thing, and I miss pets for a good while after they're gone, but I'm clearly not experiencing the same things others are when they lose a pet.
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...never actually said what breed the younger dog is.
Half Lab, half Great Pyrenees. He looks like a giant Lab.
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The people who shoved my entire family into poverty and put us through years of hell walked away with no punishment today.
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Wow, that's uh.
You wanna talk about it?
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:nyoro~n: Would anyone actually want to talk about that other than to mention that, yes, they were indeed smoldering with barely describable rage?
I mean, what's the etiquette here?
Well fuck. I guess I was supposed to ask. Sorry. I don't know where I got it into my head that maybe you didn't want to talk any more about it.
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I'm getting medical benefits through the state soon, so I'm going to see if I can get a therapist.
I destroyed my pillow and screamed my throat raw a few hours after learning it. I just....god damn. So much goddamn shit poured all over us and then they just skip away.
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Mom's dog is probably dying too.
It turns out he was.
While this is far and away the worst thing that happened today, it's been a pretty crummy day overall and is shaping up to be a week for the books.
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I N T E R V E N T I O N !
QUICK! EVERYONE!
Cling tenaciously to my buttocks!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXZ-jYSM9qs
:nyoro~n: Please ignore 0:42 - 0:52.
:imagination: Now let's all go out for ice cream! (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=2342.msg61739#msg61739)
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Pets die, but man, the mortality of my ol' puppy I've had since Jr. High is starting to hit me. Rusty (a miniature dachshund) is going on 13 years. He's long since gone gray under the chin, and is a curmudgeon among curmudgeons.
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:nyoro~n: Would anyone actually want to talk about that other than to mention that, yes, they were indeed smoldering with barely describable rage?
I mean, what's the etiquette here?
Well fuck. I guess I was supposed to ask. Sorry. I don't know where I got it into my head that maybe you didn't want to talk any more about it.
I'm leery to talk about it not out of what you think, but more out of the fact that I consider them low enough to scream harassment or some other bullshit if I start giving names & details on the internet.
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Use adorable fake names, like Fuckface and Asshole #1.
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Names in bold have been replaced.
See, my father worked for Planet Express Delivery, and with what he did, lives were very much at stake if a masonry job was done right. My father, having, you know, actual ethics, would constantly refuse to do these projects that Wrench McWhiprip and Smoke Neckbutt constantly tried to push through. On top of this, my father has a severe medical condition from his time in the Air Balloonery. So he needs to go home early more often than most, and needs proper rest for it. He took medical leave one day for two weeks, came back, and Wrench & Smoke fired him.
....that actually made me feel a bit better about the whole thing. Thanks, DN.
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Stink Beefhuge and Dirk Manmuffin sound like the sorts of dudes to whip up their own delicious karmic asskicking anyway.
It sounds like a mercy to me, really. If your father had kept up that sort of bullshit they probably would have blown up his heart.
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The worst part is his problem has gone downhill so fast because of the stress of looking for a job, going into complete poverty, selling off a bunch of things, moving twice, etc, etc.
I'm not sure what to think in general anymore. I always thought the bad guys getting away with it was something that happened in Part 2 of a trilogy. I always thought that you know, everyone has some good deep down in them.
I need to find a therapist.
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If you're still in college/university, there's usually a counselor somewhere on campus, and it's probably free.
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If not a homeless guy will listen to anything for ten bucks.
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Hey Brentai, wanna make ten bucks?
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Damn.
Ted needs $9.99, not $10! (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=1768.msg62116#msg62116)
:wakka: Here's to hoping opportunity knocks elsewhere.
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Hey, I'm not homeless, just disposableincomeless!
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So I was hitting on this girl and then her friend comes and is like "we don't really want to talk to you right now"
Then the girl tries to be all DIPLOMATIC about it but it's clear she agrees
just in case you thought my taste in women had improved somewhat
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...one of Brad's favorite stories about Germany was when a girl said to him, "My friend doesn't find you at all funny or attractive. Please leave."
I danced with a girl at a Tom Petty concert a couple years back and was going to try to get her number after the show but then her friend dragged her off before I could get a word in edgewise. I don't know if she was just being overprotective or if that was her girlfriend.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOhwPn8ws1o
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You know, if I ever annoy two of my friends in a situation like that, I hope they would tell me to shut the HELL up.
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Today some asshole started honking his horn at someone who stopped at a red light, he kept inching violently forward in his gigantic (yet clean because he doesn't use it for work) pick-up truck. THen he rolled down his pitch-black window and made some hand gestures, not as bad as I espected. I stared at him and he looked around. Once he found out I was starring at him he laughed and made another hand gesture which I didn't really see but was aimed at me. What a fucking asshole I hope he dies. He is the type of person that gets things done, unlike me. If only I had his asshole tendencies I might not be such a loser.
I'm still obsessed over those two girls, mostly the newer one since the older one is married now, but I keep dreaming about them and how they reject me, at least 3 nights a week I have a "they reject me" dream.
And I'm very superficial, most women just look ugly to me, which sucks because I don't have what women like: Money, whiteness and a personality.
I tell my Phsychologyst/Social worker that I have high standards and I would like to learn to love ugly people like myself but she just thinks that every one has different tastes and that there has to be someone out there for me, but I'm an elitist douchebag. Horrendous women everywhere, sometimes I wish I was gay (not really)! Why am I such a douche? WHY? Also, I'm pretty gross too, why am I an hypocrite?
Sorry I'm ranting.
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I had a shit day today!
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I just watched an Uwe Boll film.
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You did that to yourself, Asshole.
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So I just found out that my brother had a sixth kid today. Making me an uncle to 7 children. 6 from my older brother of 32 years old, 1 from my older sister of 24 years old.
I'm only 23. :sadpanda:
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Hmm. Where to start.
Well, my aunt's on her deathbed. She's had cancer on and off for years, but it sounds like the end is nigh now. My aunt being who she is, this is a huge drama bomb dropped on the entire family, so I'm trying to take care of my business in the middle of a cross-state crying and screaming match.
I finally have the money to pay my taxes, but I seem to have been strangled by some IRS red tape. "Oh yeah, you need some new shit we never mentioned before. We'll send those documents to you in about 15 days." Ah ha, yes, that'll obviously work, won't it, you stupid fucks.
Speaking of the money to pay my taxes, my main client and his lead developer have gotten into some sort of inter-office power struggle pissing match that I've got to snake my way through somehow. Basically it comes down to "Hey I want a detailed report of every thing you're doing or I'm going to kvetch about paying you for your time on it" vs "Hey don't tell that guy shit about what you're doing or I'll cut you right off." As a grossly underpaid external contractor I probably reserve the right to flip them both off and fuck the hell outta there, but, you know, I like pyos.
Anyway, so that's my day so far!
...I haven't even had my coffee yet.
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Damn, man, that sucks.
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Also, it appears my other client has blown up his server completely this morning. At this point that's basically his own problem.
If you're wondering why the hell I'm wasting my time here when so much shit is going on, let's just say I've got a pretty long sense of perspective right now.
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Hmm. That apparently wasn't an earthquake, so either somebody hit my house or I'm suffering hallucinations of my entire room shaking violently. Anything's possible at this point.
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Maybe the room is quaking due to your rightful rage.
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For some reason I feel like I handled everything despite the fact that not a single goddam thing got resolved, and several new things consequently got broked as a result.
But hey, I mean, at least it can't get any wo(http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd145/Brentai/imagiOHMYGOD.gif)
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My dog died.
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...gotta tell you guys, I'm not thrilled with all the video game/comic book/pet posts going in a thread about actual human beings dying. Do try to keep a little perspective, eh?
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Fuck off Ryg.
Sorry Joxam, that's, well... your dog died sums it up pretty well actually. :sadpanda:
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Losing a pet, especially a good one, can be similar to losing a friend. Don't make me post the Fry's dog gif. :sadpanda:
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Well, I guess you win this day after all.
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My dog died.
I'm so sorry to hear that Jox :(
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...gotta tell you guys, I'm not thrilled with all the video game/comic book/pet posts going in a thread about actual human beings dying. Do try to keep a little perspective, eh?
Split to correct thread.
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...actually, for the record, as somebody who's lost two dogs in the past month or so, I'm perfectly okay with Joxam's original choice for his post. Try not to put words in my mouth, 'kay guys? (But it works here too.)
Sorry to hear it, buddy. It's hard. Not much else I can say.
Something I said to my dad the day he had Barney put down: we all gotta check out sometime. And given the choice, I hope I don't go the way Barney did. But I hope when it's all over, I can look back on my life and say it was as good as his.
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Maybe we should split the thread into Shit Days and mere Crap Days
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All I gotta say is that if your dog was given the chance to live most of its natural lifespan, it made out pretty damn well.
And, er, in case it wasn't, well, shit, sorry.
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So I had a heart attack last night due to getting too stressed out over my shitty home situation.
Shit sucks, bro.
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I'm only 23. :sadpanda:
:OoO:
Okay, I get it! Perspective! You guys don't have to go all having heart attacks and watching your dogs die to show me that!
But, um, dude, Alex... move out and see a doctor. Unless you're making hyperbole of course.
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Got an appointment tomorrow to either get better medicine or signing up for some stress management classes so I don't bite the bullet before I'm 30.
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Do both and move out. Seriously. That's some inhuman amount of stress. You'll end up looking like your avatar.
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Able to survive being thrown off a cliff and a volcano, badass glowing red eye and the ability to turn into a devil monster?
Sign me up for that shit.
Basically, what's going on is I'm living with one of my good friends in a house that is owned by his dad, having moved here to Wyoming from Wisconsin due to lack of viable jobs there. This was all well and good until his younger sister got into a fight with her boyfriend and they split up.
Guess where she went?
Ding ding ding. Into our basement where I intended to move into because I'm stuck in a small bedroom meant for someone 12 years old or younger as I was under the impression his dad was going to fix up the basement since it's in not so great condition.
The stipulation for her getting to move into here anyway was because she had a one year old daughter and that she isn't allowed to bring anyone over, doesn't smoke anything in the house and is not a pain in the ass to us. Except she typically leaves the child in care of people who are similar to herself: drug addicts (and Wyoming is the meth capital of the world), alcoholics, thieves and all around not good people.
A few days we found out that she shipped her daughter out to South Dakota where her ex-boyfriend's family is, so her only really line of defense was rendered invalid.
But wait, there's more!
Last night, she moved a whole bunch of her shit into the garage and the empty storage shed in the backyard.
What. The. Fuck?
Their dad constantly flipflops between saying he intends to kick her out and letting her live in her car or that we have to deal with her because she has no place else to go.
Regardless of the fact she brings people into the house, eats our food and I caught her smoking weed in her room a few weeks ago (and proceeded to fear that work would run a random drug test now that it was in my system) after waking up to her blaring music with excessive bass at 9 AM (roughly 2 hours or so after I get to bed after getting home from work at 5:15 or so in the morning). This is on top of the fact that I find it difficult to sleep as I'm never sure if I'm going to wake up to find all my shit stolen by her idiot friends so I've basically been a massive unhealthy wreck for two months now, running on 3 to 5 hours of sleep and scarfing done the food I buy so it isn't eaten then eating out once I run out because I know that can't be swiped and devoured.
My only option is moving back in with my mom in Wisconsin, which is looking really tempting because I get the feeling their dad could give a shit if I keeled over in favor of being bound by blood ties.
Edit: My roommate's sister has also squandered all the money she's ever been given on drugs and alcohol, wrecked two cars her dad gave her, been caught for drug possession, got a DUI and generally makes a nuisance of herself at all times.
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Hay, what's your education situation like?
The volunteer military system was practically designed as a way our for people like you. My only advice is to throw yourself at a couple semesters of education required in advance for that cushy technician job that will land you in the Rear Echelon where that nice air conditioning unit just happens to be.
It will suck big donkey balls, guaranteed. However, there will be many people there sharing mutual hardship alongside yourself, plus the only heart issues will be IED or bullet-related :)
Something to consider if you believe you're stuck in your current life. If anything, it'll keep you employed for a good five years.
That and I hear they churn out the occasional badass who can fall into a volcano, intimidate with badass glowing green eyes, and strongly believes that he is a devil monster chosen to decide on who lives or dies..
But frankly most of the master chiefs I've met only talk old navy tales and pass such god awful hootch that I've really gone temp-blind a couple times...
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After watching a good friend basically lose his mind by enlisting in the Navy, I can safely say I never ever want to be part of any part of the military.
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I'm a Canadian NCM, so I really cannot say how american units treat their non-commisionned career-wise, and I can only imagine that it's pretty awful right about now to be a line troop or a national guardsman.
Actually, it was pretty bad to be one in 2003, as I recall a national guard intelligence operator pumping gas at a base, which he said was his job the entire summer (can't people pump their own gas?)
Up here, it's a different thing by culture and trade. Regular force sig ops get pounded in the ass, infanteers fight and while recieving perpetually better gear and support, still lack much moral support. Most technician trades such as GIS tech, electrical tecnician, electrician, etc etc have their gripes - but it's more than enough to raise a middle-class family by up here.
Your military is also a frakking behemoth. One part has to be better than the navy BS your friend went through..
Anyways, before you set your mind - talk to guild, or rosencrantz, or someone here who is ex-mil. They are much more capable than myself or yourself of calling me for bs. And don't go groundpounder - the skills you get from there will land you a fine job as a security guard - not much else.
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Well, if he actually had a coronary last night, that may actually disqualify him from service.
People who are 23 don't have heart attacks from stress alone. You probably have a serious condition that needs to be looked at, though from your post I think you know that?
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Stress is the biggest factor, but the actual disease (if I even have one) was never diagnosed. So far this is an isolated incident (my first ever, in fact) and I can only hope it's the last one.
More as it develops!
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Everything I touch turns into danger.
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Everything I touch turns into danger.
But your touch is so good. :wuv:
So my trip to heir doktor amounted to four things.
1) It's not a disease, it's just constant stress for the last two years.
2) GRABBAN PEELZ
3) Stress management is now mandatory.
4) Once the roommate's sister is gone and a couple months to relax and recovery, I'll be back to normal.
Also, I'm so drugged up right now.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqpHo2_l0Wg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqpHo2_l0Wg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqpHo2_l0Wg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqpHo2_l0Wg
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:OoO:
trippan balls!
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Is there any permanent damage? Because heart attacks often tend to do that kind of thing.
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The doctor said it was relatively mild, so there was no long term damage.
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After watching a good friend basically lose his mind by enlisting in the Navy, I can safely say I never ever want to be part of any part of the military.
Aww, Alex, you're so nice to me.
EEEBITY EEEBITY EEEBITY! EEEBITY EEEBITYEEEBITYEEEBITYEEEBITYEEEBITYEEEBITY BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEB!!! :wakka:
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Yeah, my observations suggest that there's only three outcomes to military enlistment.
1) You go crazy ( :endit: optional).
2) You go less crazy and just become bitter and unhappy.
3) You come out perfectly fine.
The first two are significantly more common.
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Yeah, my observations suggest that there's only three outcomes to military enlistment.
1) You go crazy ( :endit: optional).
(http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080219/Oscars/Vincent-DOnofrio-Full_l.jpg)
2) You go less crazy and just become bitter and unhappy.
(http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/img/review/010615/platoon_l.jpg)
3) You come out perfectly fine.
(http://thehivedublin.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/magnum_pi_tom_selleck.jpg)
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You can get pills even when there's nothing wrong with you?
Fuck. And I've been trying to go it unmedicated.
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The people I've known to join the military always seem to get married as soon as they get out (or in some cases, even earlier).
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I've been scheduled for a root canal today. When it was over I thought that the mild, painless experience would be a good fit for the "what I've learned today" thread, despite how I was pretty sure it'd go into "shit days" before I went in.
Then, during the last phase of filling up and sealing the tooth, it partially collapsed. Now I have another appointment next week and I have until then to decide whether I want to spend zero or one or two thousand bucks on a replacement. "No replacement" is technically an option but not really.
I got some research to do on the subject but so far it looks like the omgexpensive will be the way to go. Ehhhhhhh.
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Oh snap, the tooth collapsed? Jeesusss. I actually just had a root canal, and I was just pissed that the crown isn't seated right. Condolences.
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Threaten to sue them for malpractice and get a free tooth and some gold up in there while you're at it, dog.
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Yeah, my observations suggest that there's only three outcomes to military enlistment.
1) You go crazy ( :endit: optional).
2) You go less crazy and just become bitter and unhappy.
3) You come out perfectly fine.
The first two are significantly more common.
So people in the military are either crazy, depressed, or normal?
I would say this pertains to everybody on Earth.
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The first two are significantly more common.
I would say this pertains to everybody on Earth.
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I'd be in lose-tooth ville right now, if I wasn't in just-had-tooth-ripped-out-of-head-with-pliers ville. On the plus side, I can confirm my long-held suspicion that I have a Fallout perk: Chem Resistant. It took three injections to numb me sufficiently and painkillers no worky.
Here's to two months of unsuccessfully pretending I have a hole in my smile because invaders are coming and I need to let my archers shoot at them from behind fortifications.
oh yay i got facial spasms now that's neat how they don't tell you about that
it's like a surprise
like my cheek is throwing a party and I'm not invited
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Ain't that a trait? :nyoro~n:
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:glee: There are no traits.
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:endit: :scanners: :jizz:
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I remember when Bloody Mess was a trait... :nyoro~n: Demoed above.
EDIT: CLASSIC EXPLAINS HIS STUPID:
[spoiler]I put in the last one because I wanted you guys to guess that I didn't get most of my critical hits from shooting guys in the eyes.[/spoiler]
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On the plus side, I can confirm my long-held suspicion that I have a Fallout perk: Chem Resistant. It took three injections to numb me sufficiently and painkillers no worky.
ha ha, the last time i had a tooth pulled they gave me ten shots but it still hurt, and my face was getting numb all the way up to my scalp, so i just told them it was working and did my stoic face while they yanked my molar out
they also said the numbness would last until noon the next day but it had worn off by the time i was out of the lobby
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Well then I suggest you take a bunch of buffout and go beat up all the guys who ever made fun of you so you can feel like a big man, then take some mentats and go back to school, dummy.
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(http://kazz.rooms.cwal.net/stevebrule.jpg)
For Your Health
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Certainly not the worst day ever, but not a very good day.
I left the back door open for the dogs for most of the day, and with the addition of the new puppy, this was an even better idea since she could go out frequently without me having to let her out over and over. So night rolls around, I close the door, let them out once more, and then an hour later, Greta just pisses everywhere. Allllllll over the livingroom. Not like, a little bit. She jumped up onto the big comfy leather chair across from my couch, and she just made an enormous piss puddle in the spot where she'd been sitting. My backpack, which was on said chair, had the bottom soaked. And then she jumped down and kept peeing and got pee paws EVERYWHERE in the livingroom and kitchen, all the way out the door as I angrily ushered her outside. What a god damn little fucker. It was such a fucking mess to clean.
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I had a dog at one point that, when he got excited, he'd roll over to his side and squirt piss like a squirt-gun.
Sounds like your puppy is well on her way to being such a dog. :nyoro~n:
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Last Saturday my mom broke her elbow. Wait, that's not quite right. Last Saturday, she fell and her elbow shattered and now fragments of bone are scattered all throughout her left arm.
Her surgery is tomorrow; even if they are able to retrieve all the fragments of bone and glue it back together (which they might not actually be able to do), her left arm will never work the same again.
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Not so much a shitty thing for me as it is for the victims.
This was a friend who I went to elementary and high school with for years. (http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20090429.wwomandies0429/BNStory/International) She was one of those very bubbly cheerful people, very smart. After I moved back to Toronto, I discovered that she lived in my neigbourhood and would see her once in a while at the grocery store. She has had a five year old son. Met the son and the husband too, really cute kid.
Death hangs by a thread, but man, that's rough for a five year old. Jesus Christ, poor kid. What a goddamn rotten shame.
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I can't sleep.
There is a submarine outside my window. I'm normally used to cruise Ship bridge decks and the occasional helecopter but not a frakking submarine, let alone the one the Chicoutimi outside my window. Also the behemoth it rests on won't shut up.
Joy.
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Not so much a shitty thing for me as it is for the victims.
This was a friend who I went to elementary and high school with for years. (http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20090429.wwomandies0429/BNStory/International) She was one of those very bubbly cheerful people, very smart. After I moved back to Toronto, I discovered that she lived in my neigbourhood and would see her once in a while at the grocery store. She has had a five year old son. Met the son and the husband too, really cute kid.
Death hangs by a thread, but man, that's rough for a five year old. Jesus Christ, poor kid. What a goddamn rotten shame.
Updated article. (http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20090430.wflustranded30art2241/BNStory/Front)
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So the wunderkind gang from my old school days have banded together and are making arrangements to create an education trust fund for the young tyke. Their edu-ma-cated financial-world-self-assurance passes me right by, but it seems certain that Issac's education will be well-funded.
Damn good on them.
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So I was out of town this weekend, back IN town where I used to live, and no less than 5 family/friends decided that it was a good time to dump all their feelings, problems, and stupid fucking bullshit all over me within a three day period.
Some of these things that they discussed dated back years.
I am emotionally spent. I managed to remain genial and civil all five times, but goddamn after the third I was wanting to strangle the fourth when he approached me about his baby and my issues with him having the baby.
(Namely, his wife is a douchebag, and he's ruining his life both financially and emotionally)
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my issues with him having the baby.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH FRIDAY!?!
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DO NOT BE ALARMED. WE ONLY SEEK A PEACEFUL CO-EXISTENCE.
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DO NOT BE ALARMED. WE ONLY SEEK A PEACEFUL CO-EXISTENCE.
Peaceful... like an after-dinner nap?
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uhhh uhhhh oh crap uhhh ummmm
um
Hold! What you are doing to us is wrong! Why do you do this thing?
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I am now totally geared to erupt hugely over some tiny little thing, since I held it in over a bunch of big stuff.
Quick, someone snigger from behind me so I can quit the boards forever again and get it out of my system.
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I have a cold. I haven't slept in two nights and three days. Compounding this, the oak trees in my area that I'm deathly allergic to chose the day I caught the cold to start coating the world in pollen, which means x4 congestion, sneezing and terrible sinus pain. I stayed home from school today because I'm starting to lose coordination thanks to sleep depravation, and I didn't feel it was safe for me to be driving.
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ARGGHGHAGHGHGG FUCK YOU GUILD FOR HAVING A COLD BEHIND MY BACK GHKDSGLKHSH I AM LEAVING FOREVER
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ARGGHGHAGHGHGG FUCK YOU GUILD FOR HAVING A COLD BEHIND MY BACK GHKDSGLKHSH I AM LEAVING FOREVER
...okay, fuck it. Banned from posting for a week. Someone point her at my form post if she needs clarification.
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My anxiety disorder started flaring up last week, and it's got me practically incapacitated. I can't go an hour without waves of anxiety so strong I can barely think. It's pretty god damn agonizing. Here's hoping it stabilizes soon, but until then, every day is a shit day.
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step 1: quit the caffeine for a while
step 2: take it easy! (http://bbs.shii.org/yukkuri/)
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Anxiety? Don't you also get recurring migraines? Gah, that does not sound like a pleasant combination. My migraines have been flaring up again, requiring me to lay down in a cool, totally dark, soundless room. Seriously, not even the hum of a ceiling fan or it will simply aggravate the pulsing in my head. Nothing like going to bed at 7pm and waking up at 5am still somewhat tired.
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Sorry to hear it Bal. I can sympathize.
On a shit days, topic, my dog Bear is having a real, real bad day. He has the runs. And it just never ends. He's been out repeatedly, and he just feels so sick and it makes me sad for him.
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Thanks. I have a lot of brain problems, anxiety being one of the more severe. A topic for another thread, but suffice it to say I am beyond miserable.
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My gums won't stop bleeding and I think they're receding a bit now. I don't know what other chemicals I can use. My parents drove me totally insane about teeth when I was a kid and any kind of problem with them makes me stressed to the point of grinding teeth and the story begins anew.
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For gum care, it's really all about flossing, and brushing away from your gums to keep plaque from building up in the gum line. You can also use a soft, moistened tooth pick to rub along your gum line--it'll be a bloody mess, but once you're doing it regularly your gums will have toughened up and the regular cleaning process keeps 'em healthy.
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The best thing you can do for your teeth is stay away from dentists :whoops:
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Word. Half the holes in my teeth were put there.
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This one I'm posting for a friend's beyond belief horrible weekend.
The Long Island members will have heard this already, and I'm really not sure how far the news has traveled. He was driving through Long Beach on Friday when a man in a Porsche cut him off and approached his car, telling him to exit it. Trying to escape the man, he ran him over, killing him. The whole thing seemed kind of unreal at first but now with his court date tomorrow I've been thinking about nothing but it.
I'm leaving out details because everything I've heard I've heard second-hand, and no one has talked to him since the incident, so there's really no reason to assume anything I think I know about the events is factual. For specific information on it, these were the best (http://www.nydailynews.com/news/ny_crime/2009/05/16/2009-05-16_long_island_man_charged_in_fatal_road_rage_held_on_500k_bail_ran_driver_over_aft.html) articles (http://www.newsday.com/news/local/crime/ny-lirage1912780799may18,0,563414.story) to display the two obvious sides that the media is already trying to spin on it.
I feel like a bit of a dick calling him a friend considering all the people that have been clamoring about it. Especially having spent the weekend and today with people that have been much closer to him than me. What I can say in my personal opinion, bias though it may be, is that he was one of the nicest people I had ever met, exemplified by the fact that he tended to be befriended by some real dirtbags. What is true or isn't will be decided tomorrow, and I can spend a lot of time, and already have, bad mouthing the victim's intentions, or defending Evan, but I can't imagine this being any more than a horrible accident, and can't possibly imagine what the last few days have been like for him.
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Zara, it may be a vitamin thing. Check you're getting all the relevant vitamins.
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So, okay. Monday morning I wake up with a horrible sore throat and am fairly confident I have a fever, as I've spent all night waking up alternately freezing and burning. I rifle through my medical supplies and can't find a thermometer; luckily I catch my roommate on her way out and she gets one for me. Sure enough, I'm at 100.1; I shoot my boss an E-Mail saying I won't be in today. (It bears noting that I'm a temp and haven't worked long enough to get sick days, so when I miss a day I miss a day's pay.)
I go to the doctor. They tell me they're having trouble processing my credit card; I give them another one. (I later discover that both cards have been billed, and that they can't fix it over the phone so I'm going to have to go back in.)
The doc says my cough symptoms (I've had a cough for about three months) suggest walking pneumonia, but that he's going to treat the more recent sore throat problem first and see if I still have a cough afterward. Strep test is negative, but he says the test is only 60% accurate and the giant white sores on my tonsils certainly LOOK like, in his words, "a raging strep infection", so he makes the call.
I also get some blood tests done (unrelated, but since I'm already in the doctor's office I figure I may as well kill two birds with one stone). The first needle is defective, so I get BOTH arms jabbed.
Around 9:30 or 10 at night, a thunderstorm knocks out our power. I brush my teeth by candlelight and get ready for bed. As I'm putting things away I drop something under my bed. I get down on my hands and knees to look for it and my palm goes straight down on an upraised thumbtack.
So, okay. No AC, no fans, and I have a fever. I open the window, but it's gotta be over 80 degrees outside and the wind's blowing so hard I get a spray of sideways rain in the face.
So I think we can file that one under "BEST DAY EVER".
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Well, look of the bright side, Thad...
You still have us.
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Well, look of the bright side, Thad...
You still have us.
:whoops:
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Well, look of the bright side, Thad...
You still have us.
:whoops:
<---
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PS:
(It bears noting that I'm a temp and haven't worked long enough to get sick days, so when I miss a day I miss a day's pay.)
It turns out there is no "long enough to get sick days". Eventually you get holiday pay and a week's extra pay at the end of each year so you can take a vacation, but no matter how long you work for the agency, if you get strep throat you just don't get paid for those days.
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Eventually you get holiday pay and a week's extra pay at the end of each year so you can take a vacation
What exactly does that mean? I know a friend of mine has some amount of sick/vacation pay at the end of the year, but he gets that whether he takes sick days or not. Taking a sick day still costs him a day's pay.
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Oh man, I love it when companies encourage their employees to go to work sick.
Oh well, at least there aren't any major infectious flus going around right now.
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I've had a bit of a shit week.
I've had to work 3rd shift all week (I work first shift usually so this was more then a little change in routine) and on top of that my uncle Robert has been in the hospital all week. He's been far enough away so that I couldn't go see him and be home in time to sleep for/go to work AND my job picked now to start getting on EVERYONE because a few of the associates have call-in issues so I couldn't call in blah blah blah. Anyhow, this shit week is turning into an O.K. weekend! He's not on the verge of death anymore. He is missing a leg but that, in my opinion is a decidedly better than death.
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Eventually you get holiday pay and a week's extra pay at the end of each year so you can take a vacation
What exactly does that mean? I know a friend of mine has some amount of sick/vacation pay at the end of the year, but he gets that whether he takes sick days or not. Taking a sick day still costs him a day's pay.
You are correct. I get the vacation/bonus/whatever pay at the end of the year; I don't get sick pay, ever, no matter how long I work for the agency.
EDIT: I've been getting absolute shitloads of spam -- like, to the tune of a few dozen a day -- from both mailservers at my old place of business, and now they're actually down. My old boss is having a shitty holiday weekend.
I'd frankly call him up and ask him if he could use a hand except for the whole still recovering from strep throat thing. I've got a three-day weekend whether I want it or not (and I don't; I was hoping I could come in on Monday so I'd only be missing TWO days' pay in as many weeks) and I'm going to use it to relax and recover.
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I've been put in the awkward position of trying to smooth things over between my quarreling brother and his girlfriend. SPOILER ALERT [spoiler]they're both idiots[/spoiler].
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So I got one for you that really isn't much, but is one of those things that in some circles could be considered "becoming a man" or "growing up".
I'm leaving my hometown in a couple of days to move to Ottawa for reasons you may or may not have read in the past. I'm going to live with my parents while I go into school for awhile and finish off my compsci/geomatics stint.
During the past week with the frantic packing, I've been taking time to say goodbye to the ones I care about: Friends, family, and the elderly subset of both. I know that some of my friends will wander off in their great lives. My best friend already has and the lady who taught me to love, and later on taught me to overcome some of my social roadbumps will probably migrate north to research the workings of the planet with what I hope to be her Fiancee.
There's all the other ones too, who I've tried my best to say my goodbyes through camping trips, beach barbeque's under sea walls under the most beautiful scenery in the night, and there are those I will miss the chance.
Then there is of course the grandparents who I may not even get a chance to see again before they take the next step as the grey matter shuts down.
The thing with friends in the military, is that there's a cult mentality. "We may see each other, we may not but it's all good because the day we meet, there will always be a pint, a good conversation and then we take off as if there was no time in between". It's true as I will be seeing two people in the same manner: one who I see occasionally in airport lobbies and another that I haven't seen since ten years ago when I was a young dumb fuck getting the good ol indoctrination downrange for the first time...
This is going to be different.. There will be no more sunset walks, no Frisbee golf in the gulf islands as the way things were. No shortage of ladies making me feel somewhat human in the lame days, or a couple of partners to hit up the cliff face. I may have in sometime, a silent walk broken by a quirky one-liner that would make me die laughing - and all the better, but that will not come for sometime.
And I know I will get over this when i move on, but for now it is my sadness to give up the people I love for a future for a chance I can be happy for what I do.
I thought this would merit sharing or at least writing.
Ottawa, here I come.
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Well, don't forget them. The friends I left behind in Colorado come up in my memories every so often (like today) and I kick myself for breaking off communications so completely with them. Fuck the rest of that state, but they were good people.
But then again, it's not nearly worth getting hung up over. Shut up every girl ever in a Saturday morning cartoon.
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The summer after third grade, I moved out of state and lost all contact with my old friends.
Over fifteen years later, I found half of 'em on Facebook.
They're almost unrecognizably different.
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I honestly never really had that problem.
See, I never really had anyone I trusted any further than I could throw them growing up. The one friend I had briefly in middle school turned on me in high school.
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In a couple months, I'll have a chance to see my best friend of 15 years or so since I'm moving back to Wisconsin (and am only a 2 and a half hour drive at best to said friend). We, and all my other friends, had a falling out when I moved from Minnesota to Wisconsin and I haven't see any of them last year around this time.
Also, re: Heart Attack:
Doctor called me a lot of things and called my roommate's dad and sister a lot worse things before ordering me to go back to live with my mom so I don't suffer anymore.
I guess I can't complain about living rent free and not in the meth capital of the world.
And I'll have access to a Buffalo Wild Wings again.
And a Dairy Queen.
And an A&W.
And a Little Caesar's.
And 12 packs of pop that aren't $5.
And people who aren't drug addicts.
And a bigger bedroom.
And a town that doesn't shut down entirely at 10 PM.
I guess this is okay. :nyoro~n:
Except the part where I feel beyond guilty for just leaving him behind with all this shit.
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re: Heart Attack:
And I'll have access to a Buffalo Wild Wings again.
And a Dairy Queen.
And an A&W.
And a Little Caesar's.
And 12 packs of pop that aren't $5.
Re-Heart Attack you say?
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I would gladly trade my heart for a plate of delicious Buffalo Wild Wings and a frosty mug of A&W off the tap.
I bet the heart doesn't taste nearly as delicious.
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So I got one for you that really isn't much, but is one of those things that in some circles could be considered "becoming a man" or "growing up".
I'm leaving my hometown in a couple of days to move to Ottawa for reasons you may or may not have read in the past. I'm going to live with my parents while I go into school for awhile and finish off my compsci/geomatics stint.
During the past week with the frantic packing, I've been taking time to say goodbye to the ones I care about: Friends, family, and the elderly subset of both. I know that some of my friends will wander off in their great lives. My best friend already has and the lady who taught me to love, and later on taught me to overcome some of my social roadbumps will probably migrate north to research the workings of the planet with what I hope to be her Fiancee.
There's all the other ones too, who I've tried my best to say my goodbyes through camping trips, beach barbeque's under sea walls under the most beautiful scenery in the night, and there are those I will miss the chance.
Then there is of course the grandparents who I may not even get a chance to see again before they take the next step as the grey matter shuts down.
The thing with friends in the military, is that there's a cult mentality. "We may see each other, we may not but it's all good because the day we meet, there will always be a pint, a good conversation and then we take off as if there was no time in between". It's true as I will be seeing two people in the same manner: one who I see occasionally in airport lobbies and another that I haven't seen since ten years ago when I was a young dumb fuck getting the good ol indoctrination downrange for the first time...
This is going to be different.. There will be no more sunset walks, no Frisbee golf in the gulf islands as the way things were. No shortage of ladies making me feel somewhat human in the lame days, or a couple of partners to hit up the cliff face. I may have in sometime, a silent walk broken by a quirky one-liner that would make me die laughing - and all the better, but that will not come for sometime.
And I know I will get over this when i move on, but for now it is my sadness to give up the people I love for a future for a chance I can be happy for what I do.
I thought this would merit sharing or at least writing.
Ottawa, here I come.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4ocQCKj_ls
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This one I'm posting for a friend's beyond belief horrible weekend.
Jesus Ryg, that really, truly sucks. Obviously what happened wasn't intentional, so hopefully your friend will get off decent.
Wow, though.
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Yeah, Ryg, I'm so sorry that shit like that is happening. I hope your friend finds himself on the right side of justice, because it probably hurts him to have done it more than the charges could ever punish him for. Doesn't sound intentional at all, and I bet it's been hard on everyone.
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SCD: I live half a mile from my high school and another half a mile from the house I grew up in. It's nice still being close to my friends and family, but I'd get the fuck out given half a chance.
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Yeah, I understand what you're saying there and concur, albeit grudgingly. Leaving paradise (http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=74+Dallas+Rd,+Victoria,+BC&sll=45.496932,-73.574817&sspn=0.004106,0.009012&ie=UTF8&ll=48.421227,-123.386979&spn=0.007775,0.018024&t=h&z=15&iwloc=A) can be a tough thing to do.
As the saying goes, "You have to move to move up".
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I would point out that nothing is written that says you can't move back later.
It might help to think of this in the same vein as moving to go to college.
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So for those of you paying attention to my inane garbage, recently I lost a player in my long (and I mean long, like 3+ years for this for this particular campaign, and 4+ years for the previous) standing campaign because he decided to move to Seattle, lol.
Anyway, yesterday night, one of my other players had a baby*. He's quitting for at least six months, and unsure if he will be able to/want to come back at all, ever.
I am now down to three players within a week. This irritates me, naturally.
Really, though, I'm posting this in SHIT DAYS on behalf of the friend who just witnessed his little girl come into the world. He and his wife are not even remotely ready for a child. Not financially, not mentally, and not emotionally. This day is the start of a lot of SHIT for him. (Even literally, lol!)
This child is going to severely reduce the quality of his life. (I won't say ruin, but.) I cannot imagine trading friends, activities, free time, free money, and sleep for some biological urge to be satisfied.
Fuck, it's not even that. He didn't even want the kid. His wife pressured him into it because she wants pets. Yes, pets. She wants FIVE or MORE kids. I cannot even begin to explain the doormat that my friend is. She completely dominates him in all aspects of his life. She's a incredible idiot feminist, actually believing that males are inferior. She belittles and emasculates my friend nonstop, all the time, every day. She is going to raise her sons and especially her daughters to do the same. They will all grow up thinking their dad is a fucking joke.
I can't even think about this. It makes me furious. Can someone explain why a really smart person with a good soul would subject himself to this kind of woman? Is it because she's the first person he ever had sex with? Is this some kind of self-confidence issue? I'm leaning toward yes, because she's fucking fat and ugly.
The fucked up part that makes me REALLY hate her is she's smart. Like REALLY smart. If she was just another ignorant bitch I would dislike her. But she's intelligent. It's like her one redeeming feature. Only since it's combined with everything else it just makes it worse. Like how intelligent villains are worse than stupid ones.
God.
I feel so sorry for my friend. I really hope I'm wrong and he grows a fucking spine and stands up to her. But people tend to remain the same and change is rare. In twenty years, when his mostly teenage litter of kids won't listen to him because he's been underminded by his wife at every turn their entire lives and therefore has no value, when all his female children are carbon fucking copies of his wife, when his sons have learned to hate themselves for the crime of having a penis, he's going to have a fucking aneurysm and die.
Or I'm wrong! Having babies changes people! et-fucking-cetera. I really hope so.
ok done spewing, ima go post on my blog and listen to some evanescence
*I used the expression "having a baby" in reference to a male because, you know, apart from the physical act.
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Hey, I think I'm going to that woman's funeral this weekend.
All the kids will grow up to be clinically insane convicts with a severe codependence on their mother and no memories of their forcibly absent father, la de da.
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I honestly can't tell if you're being sarcastic.
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Well, one of them merely turned out to be a carbon copy of their mother, but otherwise no.
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I honestly can't tell if you're being sarcastic.
That's one of Brentai's secret abilities.
Along with being able to turn even the most mundane of responses into incredibly creepy things by nature of his avatar.
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So for those of you paying attention to my inane garbage, recently I lost a player in my long (and I mean long, like 3+ years for this for this particular campaign, and 4+ years for the previous) standing campaign because he decided to move to Seattle, lol.
Anyway, yesterday night, one of my other players had a baby*. He's quitting for at least six months, and unsure if he will be able to/want to come back at all, ever.
I am now down to three players within a week. This irritates me, naturally.
Really, though, I'm posting this in SHIT DAYS on behalf of the friend who just witnessed his little girl come into the world. He and his wife are not even remotely ready for a child. Not financially, not mentally, and not emotionally. This day is the start of a lot of SHIT for him. (Even literally, lol!)
This child is going to severely reduce the quality of his life. (I won't say ruin, but.) I cannot imagine trading friends, activities, free time, free money, and sleep for some biological urge to be satisfied.
Fuck, it's not even that. He didn't even want the kid. His wife pressured him into it because she wants pets. Yes, pets. She wants FIVE or MORE kids. I cannot even begin to explain the doormat that my friend is. She completely dominates him in all aspects of his life. She's a incredible idiot feminist, actually believing that males are inferior. She belittles and emasculates my friend nonstop, all the time, every day. She is going to raise her sons and especially her daughters to do the same. They will all grow up thinking their dad is a fucking joke.
I can't even think about this. It makes me furious. Can someone explain why a really smart person with a good soul would subject himself to this kind of woman? Is it because she's the first person he ever had sex with? Is this some kind of self-confidence issue? I'm leaning toward yes, because she's fucking fat and ugly.
The fucked up part that makes me REALLY hate her is she's smart. Like REALLY smart. If she was just another ignorant bitch I would dislike her. But she's intelligent. It's like her one redeeming feature. Only since it's combined with everything else it just makes it worse. Like how intelligent villains are worse than stupid ones.
God.
I feel so sorry for my friend. I really hope I'm wrong and he grows a fucking spine and stands up to her. But people tend to remain the same and change is rare. In twenty years, when his mostly teenage litter of kids won't listen to him because he's been underminded by his wife at every turn their entire lives and therefore has no value, when all his female children are carbon fucking copies of his wife, when his sons have learned to hate themselves for the crime of having a penis, he's going to have a fucking aneurysm and die.
Or I'm wrong! Having babies changes people! et-fucking-cetera. I really hope so.
ok done spewing, ima go post on my blog and listen to some evanescence
*I used the expression "having a baby" in reference to a male because, you know, apart from the physical act.
I hate to say it, but this actually sounds at lot like Koipond's relationship. If he asks I never said this :shifty:
Luckily, he will only ever have one child, and his daughter seems pretty smart, so far.
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She's not too evil, either. That is, of course, assuming that the little imp giving me the stink-eye at FanExpo was his daughter.
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She's not too evil, either. That is, of course, assuming that the little imp giving me the stink-eye at FanExpo was his daughter.
She told me off for teasing people last time I was over at Koipond's place. :happy:
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I think it might have been the costume.
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Now I know why I'll never be close friends with Friday. I'm not fucking retarded.
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I swear to god these people are generally pretty cool
that's what makes recent events so upsetting
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Our generation generally has its midlife crisis at 30.
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I had mine somwhere betwen 25 and 28, so... yeah?
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How do you define a midlife crisis, anyway? I think I've been through two or three of them.
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Well, if you want to argue that route, I suppose my post-adolescent life has basically been one long midlife crisis.
But hey... whats a little miasmic malaise now and then?
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things
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Supposedly there's a thing now called a quarter-life crisis. It happens when you're twenty-five, hit college-leaving age and realise that outside of school there's no overarching point to life.
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There's no established overarching point to life. I actually consider that freeing rather than depressing. Maybe I'm strange.
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Supposedly there's a thing now called a quarter-life crisis. It happens when you're twenty-five, hit college-leaving age and realise that outside of school there's no overarching point to life.
That's sort of how I've started feeling, only I know I want to go back to grad school in a year. I hope. :sadpanda:
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My theory is that it's derived from family and work not being seen as fulfilling achievements anymore, being replaced by a vague morass of fame/money/luck that is largely unachievable by personal effort.
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The broad schism between the workings of the professional and educational worlds probably has something to do with it.
In third grade, bullies get a time out. In corporate America, they get a promotion.
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(http://www.bitfood.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/harvey-birdman-attorney-at-law-takes-the-case.jpg) AND RAISES!
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Supposedly there's a thing now called a quarter-life crisis. It happens when you're twenty-five, hit college-leaving age and realise that outside of school there's no overarching point to life.
That's sort of how I've started feeling, only I know I want to go back to grad school in a year. I hope. :sadpanda:
Just delaying the inevitable, really.
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My theory is that it's derived from family and work not being seen as fulfilling achievements anymore, being replaced by a vague morass of fame/money/luck that is largely unachievable by personal effort.
This is probably as true as anything.
Growing up to be a MAN (or woman), sure ain't what it used to be.
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Our generation also violently rejects the notion of adulthood. Thus the early onset of panic.
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Our generation also violently rejects the notion of adulthood.
Jesus christ, tell me about it.
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(http://www.consolenauts.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/castlevania.jpg)
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So I opened up my laptop today and saw an ant. I quickly brushed it off and smashed it for defiling my precious. I turned it on and walked away. When I came back, there were TWO ants. I smashed them both and typed in my password. A SWARM OF TINY ANTS flooded from the space between my keys. I flipped out.
I spent over an hour manually pulling ants from my laptop. I had a bad childhood experience with them so I am still shaking from this. My poor laptop. :sadpanda:
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Found ants in my cereal once. I took it surprisingly well... I guess since I only took a bite or two.
Always check your cereal.
:doit: ALWAYS.
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When I was younger I was playing outside on the grass (this is texas mind you) and I felt a tingling on my leg.
From the knee down, fire ants were just crawling all over it like a swarm.
I was sore for weeks, and to this day will freak the hell out if I see one ant.
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I fell (off of a bike and hurting my leg) onto a fire ant's nest when I was six. Ended up in the hospital.
What kills me is that I don't react that badly to them even still, but I almost got thrown out of an apartment anyway for thinking it was important that we don't have fucking ants in it.
(I eventually did get thrown out of that apartment due to an argument that never actually happened outside of my roommate's head, so I guess what I'm saying is I fucking hate ants and women.)
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ooh ooh ant stories
When I was like eight or something I went to get a drink of water while I was watching my mom play softball with her team
And after I got the drink I stood there for a while watching
And then all the sudden it felt like I was on fire from the stomach down
See I had been unknowingly standing on a fire ant mound and they all crawled up my legs under my pants and clothes and then because they have that crazy pheromone signal to attack thing they all bit me at once over and over
I started screaming and a few of my moms friends came over from the dugout and saw what was happening and stripped me down and beat the ants off of me
But yeah, I don't mind ants. I fucking can't stand bloodsuckers, though. Be they fleas, or mosquitoes, or lice, or whatever.
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softball is fucking awesome
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Only if I get to be Player 1.
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So..
I have five dogs. Four doxies and a beagle. The four doxies are adorable and I love them. We got them all from reputable dog breeders. The beagle is regal looking and very pretty. We got him from a pet store in a local mall near me. He's almost 5 years old now and has had two surgeries on both his back knees on separate occasions. He's cost a fortune but we love him. His name is Toby.
Yesterday morning, he started whining and walking around the house, plopping down randomly and spreading himself out. We watched him for a bit and noticed a subtle limp on his back legs. We decided we'd take him to the vet that morning and took him outside to go potty before the trip. Once outside, he began walking normally and stopped whining, but began eating grass.
Well, emboldened with him at least feeling better, we held off on the vet. I went to work and my Step-Mom stayed with him. I come back home from work and they're both gone. His limp had gotten worse and he had been whining louder, so she had decided to take him in herself.
Now he's a big beagle, for a beagle. About 30ish pounds. We both had to work at getting him out from the car, but even then, he made one of those long moaning "Oh god the pain" noises that only animals can make. The vet had said ambiguous things and that it could be any number of ailments. They gave us a muscle relaxant and two two types of pain pills for him. He wasn't walking well at all. At one point he went out his doggy door, which leads to a deck with steps. He fell down the steps and rolled across the deck to fall another half-foot into the grass. We got him up and back inside since he didn't seem inclined to move.
Which brings me to today. At 3:30 am this morning, the house alarm system blares off because my Step-Mother got up at that time to give the beagle some more medicine, and accidentally set it off when she rushed to a phone. (There are motion sensors inside the house that were tripped). Toby's back legs are paralyzed and he couldn't move. We called our emergency animal clinic and they said "He's fine, don't do anything now, wait to take him to the regular vet in the morning."
Ok. Well, we do one better. We get a mobile pet vet neurologist to come out to the house, who gives his opinion. The poor dog is going in for surgery in less than two hours. :sadpanda:
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D: Surgeries on pets are the worst. I'm sorry to hear it.
My dog Rosie (rest her soul) had cancer when she was 8 or 9, so she had to have a tumor removed and then we actually had to have her tail amputated because of worry for the cancer spreading (which was probably going to happen). And she had pretty crippling arthritis but pills dealt with that so that she managed okay.
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Damn, sorry Wiseman.
I would switch emergency clinics after getting blown off like that. Geez WTF.
Our cats aren't super old (they both just turned 11), but they aren't in the best of health. We worry about their little raggedy hides every single day. ;__;
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Every sentence I read in Wiseman's post made me think that the next would be worse. Making me think of horrifying tragic scenarios in my head. :sadpanda:
And now I can't help but think of my past cats. Especially Puff who died just a little over a month ago. She was 18 or 19, we never were quite sure on her age, and had gone blind and def and would just sit in one spot motionless for hours if you didn't do anything.
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My uncle is coming home this week.
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Good luck, Wiseman. As noted elsewhere, it's been a rough year for my family and dogs; I hope your story has a happier ending.
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My uncle is coming home this week.
I'm assuming this is a bad thing and offering my condolences/services as a sniper.
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No, it was an update. He had to have his leg amputated a couple weeks ago.
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I had tickets to Porgy and Bess today at the San Francisco Opera, and then managed to oversleep and generally fuck up the whole thing.
And the rest of this thread makes me feel like I shouldn't even be complaining about it.
Now I'm double-sad. :sadpanda: :sadpanda:
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Stomach flu.
And here I was expecting to finally get a full week's paycheck...
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Seriously, what the fuck is up with Pepto Bismol?
It's supposed to help with nausea, but it has a horrific smell and taste.
...why no, no it is not a coincidence that the phrase "pink vomit" (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=3132.0) popped into my head the other day.
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Good luck on the recovery dude. Had montezuma's revenge once and all I can say is keep the food coming once in awhile. Puking nothing is never fun..
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You're not really supposed to take Pepto if you have a viral illness. It's not going to stop you from vomiting in that case and it can cause other shit (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reye%27s_Syndrome) (granted, not if you're an adult.)
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Good to know for future reference.
Though once I got some Pepto in me in pill form, it seemed to help. Could just be coincidence though.
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... Pepto helps with vomiting? I thought it was a diarrhea thing.
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Well, I had both.
After I took the Pepto, I had both simultaneously.
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The only weird thing I ever noticed with Pepto Bismol is that it turns your poop black.
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...I swear I ran across an article the other day helpfully informing me that the virus is spread through diarrhea and vomit and so you should be sure and wash your hands if you come into contact with any. This of course gave rise to all sorts of snarky responses in my brain, such as, "Good advice, because when I come into contact with ordinary, disease-free diarrhea or vomit, I usually just go make a delicious sandwich."
However, I can't find the article now and it is entirely possible I misread something in a fever-induced delirium.
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Whelp, dog looks like he's ruptured another disk. We're taking him to a clinic in the next state to get him an MRI. If it such, another fucking surgery.
I'm feeling :sadpanda: and :enraged: This dog is going to be the new million dollar man. :facepalm:
EDIT:
MRI done. He ruptured another disc and has a blood clot from his first surgery. Operating again tonight. Poor dog.. :painful:
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Good luck.
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...you know, somebody just pointed out to me that the antibiotics I was taking for my strep throat actually probably made the stomach flu WORSE by virtue of killing all the good bacteria in my gut along with the bad bacteria in my throat.
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Got to school today all geared up and ready to rock my finals and found out MY FINAL PROJECT IS MISSING FROM THE SERVER so I've been sitting here at the computer all day trying desperately to catch-up for Wednesday (I missed a checkpoint today in class because of it which will lower my grade) and my finished design sucks and I'm pissed off at myself for not saving another copy of it on a cheap fucking flash drive santa pants donkey
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I lost part of a package Iw as going to send to SCD for some DVDs he sent me and forgot to pick things up to replace it.
...it may not seem like much but I take promises fucking seriously so it just REALLY upsets me.
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...you know, somebody just pointed out to me that the antibiotics I was taking for my strep throat actually probably made the stomach flu WORSE by virtue of killing all the good bacteria in my gut along with the bad bacteria in my throat.
As weird as it sounds, I once had a doctor tell me that when taking anti-biotics like that eating yogurt might be able to help replenish the good bacteria in your stomach. Might be worth a try, if you can stomach yogurt.
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Yeah, I hear that too. There's "pro-biotic" yogurt you can buy that's supposed to be especially good for it; it's widely available in groceries up here.
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Oh wow. I was going to give that exact same advice re: yoghurt. Only, I guess I didn't press post?
When I was on antibiotics after my wisdom teeth, yoghurt helped my stomach a lot. Some of that may have been placebo effect, but it's worth a shot.
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Yeah, definitely going to buy some yogurt next time I'm on antibiotics; good call.
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There are much worse medicines than yogurt.
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Yeah, I hear that too. There's "pro-biotic" yogurt you can buy that's supposed to be especially good for it; it's widely available in groceries up here.
That's gotta be a tough sell.
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Other tough sells:
http://www.bodysnake.com/
http://www.uniquedogclothing.com/
http://www.secretfatburner.com/
http://www.infantswim.com/
http://www.alexchiu.com/
http://www.magicjack.com/7/index.asp
http://www.power4free.info/ <- Scroll down and read about how the next time the poles flip polarity it will be Y2K x 9/11. I don't know my hexidecimal well enough to figure out what that is, but I'm guessing it's a high number.
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Y2K x 9/11.
I'm pretty sure that 0 x anything is still 0.
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My girlfriend's in a situation similar to Alex's (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=353.msg70942#msg70942) in that it's causing her a lot of horrible stress: symptoms include sleeping too much and acid reflux. She lives at home with her family (mother, stepfather, five younger siblings) and it's causing her problems. Her relationship with her parents is, well, best described as that of the quintessential 'red-headed stepchild.' She can't really escape either, since her driver's license expired, her truck's broken and she doesn't have a job. Oh yes, and their home is a farm in the heartland of Welland.
I can't rescue her either: No car/driver's license, 16km distance.
I pray she doesn't have a heart attack.
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My sympathies, Buge. Being in a situation akin to my own is absolutely terrible and I pity anyone who has to suffer in the same way I am.
As for me now, I'm waiting to get cash bux to move back to Wisconsin so I can sit around and hear about all that family gossip about how I'm a bum and mooch off my mom and stay up all night not doing anything like looking for jobs nevermind the fact its the 21st century so online applications exist and are somethings mandatory or that you need money to drive around to places you want to be employed at rest and recover. Hate to leave Walker here to put up with his dumbtarded sister, but doctor's orders.
Lesser of two evils, I guess.
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Well, not that I'm being helpful, Buge, but ten miles is a totally walkable distance, that I've learned from experience, it can be a bitch in bad weather, though. Still, it would probably make her day and score you mega points if you went to visit.
As for myself, yesterday was crap. I started by driving the crappy work van in the worst rain we've had in a really long time, and with the thing's windshield wipers, I couldn't see unless I rolled down the window and stuck my head out between strokes, which got me soaking wet. I was going to pick up parts for a job, and the place didn't have the most important one, which made the whole drive a waste of time. Getting to the job, I was stuck in a very shitty, very hot little section between walls in a house for five hours with insulation rubbing against me and giving me a rash, but that's the job so I can't really complain about it. During that time, though, I was getting yelled at by my boss and a customer who I had given the wrong prices for from a job on Monday. My boss had be write up their ticket and neglected to tell me that since they had a contract, they got a major discount on refrigerant.
After the yelling and hole were done with, it was decided I was giving one of the other guys a ride home, to a town that is an hour out of the way of my own trip home. As we set out to leave, at the last second we're given another job to go to. A really really easy one that was extended due to the fact that the guy I was working with is pretty bad at his job and to the point where he was reading the gauges wrong and trying to stop me from doing the only thing I had to do, which also prevented him from doing his job, which I then took up. After another hour on a half hour job, he gets into a yelling match with the owner of the house and we're stuck there for another half hour.
Finally we escape, and on the way to drop him off the transmission starts to fail on the van, not stopping us completely but adding another hour to the total trip. This is a van that not a week ago had the brakes completely fail on me, and now my boss wants me in it again today before a mechanic looks at it again.
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Welland.
Oh lord, that poor girl.
Also:
(http://www.neosoft.se/dev/advicedog/advicedog.php?line1=BUY+A+BICYCLE&line2=THEN+RIDE+THAT+PONY)
@Rygaron: Jesus man, try not to die on us, okay?
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(http://doom.pyoko.org/AdviceDogWelland.png)
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Oh gosh, I could totally ride my bike there. But she's made it pretty clear that her family hates everyone. A visit would probably be awkward and stressful, at least this early in our relationship. No, what she really needs is to get away from them.
My sympathies, Buge. Being in a situation akin to my own is absolutely terrible and I pity anyone who has to suffer in the same way I am.
As for me now, I'm waiting to get cash bux to move back to Wisconsin so I can sit around and hear about all that family gossip about how I'm a bum and mooch off my mom and stay up all night not doing anything like looking for jobs nevermind the fact its the 21st century so online applications exist and are somethings mandatory or that you need money to drive around to places you want to be employed at rest and recover. Hate to leave Walker here to put up with his dumbtarded sister, but doctor's orders.
Lesser of two evils, I guess.
Wow, that whole struck out bit pretty much describes her situation exactly.
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It sucks ass essentially being stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Brotip to family members: The economy fucking sucks, remember?
I know that even if I GET a job, it would be something like flipping burgers and then they would whine about how I could be doing so much better and blah blah blah.
I just know that's how it's going to work.
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Oh gosh, I could totally ride my bike there. But she's made it pretty clear that her family hates everyone. A visit would probably be awkward and stressful, at least this early in our relationship. No, what she really needs is to get away from them.
My sympathies, Buge. Being in a situation akin to my own is absolutely terrible and I pity anyone who has to suffer in the same way I am.
As for me now, I'm waiting to get cash bux to move back to Wisconsin so I can sit around and hear about all that family gossip about how I'm a bum and mooch off my mom and stay up all night not doing anything like looking for jobs nevermind the fact its the 21st century so online applications exist and are somethings mandatory or that you need money to drive around to places you want to be employed at rest and recover. Hate to leave Walker here to put up with his dumbtarded sister, but doctor's orders.
Lesser of two evils, I guess.
Wow, that whole struck out bit pretty much describes her situation exactly.
Okay, slight edit:
(http://www.neosoft.se/dev/advicedog/advicedog.php?line1=BUY+HER+A+BICYCLE&line2=LET+HER+RIDE+YOUR+PONY)
Orrrrrr... you two could meet halfway, etc. etc.
Granted, this plan may not work as well come November, but that's five months of freedom not otherwise available. Also, what level was her license? Was it full M or was it M1/M2? Because if it was an M, all you need to do to get it renewed is to pay the fee, even if it's expired.
A classy gentleman might pay that fee for his ladyfriend (unless she might think that's rather self-serving of you, but I doubt it if things are that bad for her at home).
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Burger joints in the area won't even hire me right now. I'm hopeful about a Taco Bell job since I've applied there about six times and I'm starting to get the feeling the manager is sick of me bugging him. I'm hoping he'll hire me so he won't have to hear me say, "Hey, got any work yet?" anymore.
In other news, I totally failed my class on purpose. There was no way I was gonna get an A, so I'm just going to retake it since I deserve a fucking A.
Fucking a.
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Oh gosh, I could totally ride my bike there. But she's made it pretty clear that her family hates everyone. A visit would probably be awkward and stressful, at least this early in our relationship. No, what she really needs is to get away from them.
I got two pegs in the back, and you got two legs under your skirt....
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We hit a raccoon tonight. It was more than a little devastating.
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don't you post that you bastard
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don't you post that you bastard
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you fucking actually waited 35 minutes to post that
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My mother, unable to afford the 80 dollar fee to have her dog euthanized, much less the far more expensive tests and treatments to find out and cure what the fuck is making him refuse to eat and slowly starve to death while vomiting, asked me to shoot him.
So I did.
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friday you're more of a man than I ever will be
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Okay yeah both our mothers are horrible bitches.
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I've done that personally for a friend's dog once, as well as a deer that got hit.
The closer you are to it, the harder it gets.
There's a good line for this for the purposes of bragging rights:
"so i ended up shooting the _____"
"wow... what did you feel when you shot it?"
"recoil"
Still, props on you for doing the right thing. Chances are if you ever get to know any competent doctors, they would tell you their preferential way to go would be buckshot to the head - less chance of being able to feel a thing when all your nerve centres are disconnected.
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Holy fucking shit Friday.
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Holy fucking shit Friday.
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There's been more than one occasion when I've been too squeamish even to put a small animal a family dog had fatally injured out of its misery.
I didn't offer to go with Dad when he took his dog in to be put down -- would have if he'd asked me to, but I think it was something he needed to do alone.
You did right, and I wouldn't have been able to do the same if it were me.
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a small animal a family dog had fatally injured out of its misery.
Offed a baby chick today for this reason.
Went down better than the cats & possums she's crippled (due to their antagonistic actions).
I remember them, but am thankful I don't remember them.
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Life experiences I never expected to have:
Being told I have pneumonia; being relieved by this news.
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At a young age my dad taught me the importance of pain management. He took a rabbit (that had been mortally wounded on a wire fence) behind a shed and chopped its head off. He was crying (as was I), but it was important, because I know that if I ever had to do something like that, I could. Not because I'm callous, but rather for the opposite reason. Witnessing it really helped me understand that point without having to have it articulated to me.
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Life experiences I never expected to have:
Being told I have pneumonia; being relieved by this news.
:wat:
Please explain. How is having fluid-filled lungs a good thing? I had it once, and it was horrible, I hacked up a gigantic blood-soaked wad of mucus that was of such a strange consistency I couldn't help but wonder if it were in fact a piece of my lung or brain. The brain bit is a bit less ridiculous given the context that I was coughing up shit from both my chest and nose, and it was such a violent round of hacking, I couldn't tell where exactly came from, though I'm pretty sure it was from my lungs as I think my nose wasn't bleeding...
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Presumably Thad was worried he had something worse?
Though that's really rough regardless. Goddamnit Thad, what the hell did you do to yourself to catch Pneumonia?
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In Arizona of all places.
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Get well soon, Thad.
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Pneumonia's a symptom of respiratory illness, like for example a viral infection. There's, uh, at least one pretty good way to get a viral respiratory infection in Arizona right now.
Which makes the question of "What the hell did Thad think he had" a lot more interesting.
(Unless you meant you very definitely have just pneumonia, in which case okay.)
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Ugh. Went to book two tickets for a late July flight on friday, but for reasons beyond my control I had to delay and wait until today to book it. Between then and now the price went up $100 per ticket.
:facepalm: :MENDOZAAAAA:
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Didn't know WHAT the hell I had; have had this cough since fucking February and the doctors trying to figure out what it is since April.
The fact that it's diagnosed means I can finally make the damn thing go away. (Though I'm sure that means still more antibiotics. Better stock up on yogurt!)
...and yeah, it's the "walking" variety of pneumonia; I've had it for months and have managed to function more or less normally, just with a persistent cough and shortness of breath.
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Explaining to my mom that the reason we're getting the great deal is because my friend is having an affair with the guy that owns the property is not. (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=2121.msg91554#msg91554)
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So our female puppy Greta just went into heat for the first time probably about yesterday. She isn't receptive or anything, and our adult male dog, Bear, is just totally after her all hours of the day. He isn't fixed so it makes sense. He just follows her around and tries to corner her to sex up all the time.
Well tonight, I was just hanging out in my room with Kazz, and then I heard a scuffle. Now, Finn and Bear growl at each other sometimes and bark and get angry and Finn will bite Bear's face in a warning manner because generally he's big man in the house. But tonight, I walked out and Bear was attacking Finn for real, and it was rather terrifying. I mean, hello, 20 lb dog vs 90 lb dog. I jumped in between them immediately and kicked Bear really hard to get him away and then screamed right in his face and smacked him real hard and crated him. I turn around and find, to my horror, that there's fucking blood everywhere. Finn was absolutely terrified and had run into the kitchen and was shaking and looked like his leg was hurt too.
Turns out it wasn't as bad as it looked, but he definitely bit a small hole right through Finn's right ear and it's bleeding pretty bad. We'll be taking him to the vet to get some better bandages and antibiotics tomorrow. Fucking god damn motherfucker Bear. That bastard.
Edit: Oh wait, and my mom lost her job which I totally forgot about in the panic over my dog.
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If she ditches you for another dude, stick it out for a few weeks. If he turns out to be a dick, you're SO in.
You are a modern day prophet, Thad, not unlike Nostradamus.
In that your statement can be interpreted to mean failure as well as success.
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THINGS THAT HAPPENED TODAY: My car sprung a massive transmission fluid leak while my niece was using it to take her friends home. So, my sister went to pick them up, but ran out of gas once she got there. Then, my mom went to take some gas to my sister, and put the truck in a ditch.
The lesson? NEVER DRIVE ANYWHERE, EVER.
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did the tow truck explode
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niece, mom, sister
(http://doom.pyoko.org/cotton-hill.jpg): A woman trying to drive!? S'like a pig trying to read!
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did the tow truck explode
No, but he did charge me $30 on top of the $50 he was already getting from my roadside assistance thing.
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Dude, seriously?
I've only ever had one car have to be towed that had roadside assistance, and on that they charged about $200 after the coverage.
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$200
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He also passed GO!, so it wasn't a net loss.
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Classic is back.
That's a shit day if I ever heard one.
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Last week, my front passenger tie rod decide, fuck, I don't need to be connected to the wheel anymore!
I was trying to take a bend at the time. :nyoro~n:
:tldr: Cars, man.
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I got laid off!
Oh, well. I knew a job where they paid me to sit and read and take four calls a day was too good to be true.
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Got a pretty nasty steam burn on my thumb earlier. Fucking (http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/633/thumb1.png) unpleasant (http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/43/thumb2.png).
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When I worked at IHOP for a brief period, I ended up getting a burn going down the side of my palm on my right hand, from the thumb to the wrist.
Hurt like hell. Eventually the whole thing ballooned out, looking like a grotesque slug on my hand. Then one day it popped and oozed everywhere. There's still a faint scar there, marking the the spot.
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I'm imagining a "scare" as some kind of phantom pain or some kind of subconscious overprotection of his hand. That'd be cool. At least, cooler than someone hitting an "r" and "e" at the same time because they'er adjacent.
EDIT:
And how'd you manage a burn like that?
EDIT EDIT:
This post is even more inane and off-topic now that Constantine has corrected his typo. Thanks man. Good show there...
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Dick.
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I worked at IHOP
How the fuck do you think?
I do like the idea of a small ghost forming in the spot where he pussed all over. Legends spread throughout Texas of the Spook of the IHOP, a curse blighted upon an innocent, God-loving restaurant chain by a man with a burning hand.
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The acronym is very gross now. Thanks, Brent?
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A friend of mine knew a guy who worked at IHOP. He was doing the graveyard shift, and some of the kitchen staff were taking a smoke break when heard a noise. A light rapping noise coming from the deep fryer. Eventually he got fed up and went to investigate. When he got over there he was jumped by the Spook of the IHOP!
A glaring, disfigured man with horrible scars all over his body, except for an eternally burning hand. Grabbed my friend by the neck and shoved his face onto the griddle. Fucked him up pretty bad. True story.
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Finding out randomly that someone jacked your Windows Live account to spam people with FREE MICROSOFT FUNBUX NOT A TROJAN OR A SCAM GUYS is not how I like to start my days.
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There's a movie that I really want to see very badly. (http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/arts/soul-power/article1228846/) It was elaborately reviewed in every major and secondary newspaper in the city, received stellar 10/10 or 9/10 reviews from both the papers it was featured in and from private reviewers. It was only released on July 10th (or the 24th, depending on what paper you read)? And this is the largest city in the country. But - after several hours of searching - it seems it is not playing anywhere in the entire city. Ever.
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But - after several hours of searching - it seems it is not playing anywhere in the entire city. Ever.
I mistakenly thought "Hot Fuzz" wasn't going to be showing in Wichita, so I drove 197 miles to Kansas City just to see it. Then it turned out it was arriving in Wichita a week later than its original release.
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:rolleyes:
Oh as an added kick in the dick, it was showing in one theatre for two weeks. Their last show was yesterday.
Fuck me with a rake.
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yeah, you need to check for limited release stuff every friday, and then make it a fucking point to see it the week it shows up if it does.
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360 decided to Red Ring on me this morning. Woo.
I'll just take it as an excuse to work on the backlog of Wii games.
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yeah, you need to check for limited release stuff every friday, and then make it a fucking point to see it the week it shows up if it does.
Well, I was out of town in Seattle for 10 days. While IN Seattle I did find a theatre that was playing it, but they only had it as 'coming soon'.
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Thinking about all the sex everyone but me is having is kind of a downer. There are some days that I just can't convince myself that typing in a glorified notepad, and, more recently, knowing how to play BlazBlue awesomely are better than said sex.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mnaw7DI1A1g
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwNVE37BGVE
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There are some days that I just can't convince myself that typing in a glorified notepad, and, more recently, knowing how to play BlazBlue awesomely are better than maid sex.
Misread. I think it's an omen. (n.b.: There's a place in Akihabara that will do this for 10,000 yen.)
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My 360 is dicked up. And not in the usual RROD way. Shit just locks up, spits out visual and audio static whenever I turn it on, after a minute or so of power on time.
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You're not alone, McDohl. My 360 is freezing up whenever I try to play anything other than Marvel vs. Capcom 2 or Bomberman: Act Zero (:lol:) so I get to send it right back to the repair center even though I just got it back from there after it RRoD'd.
I must have some kind of EMP or magnetic aura around me that fucks up machines while I'm nearby. And it can pass through the interbutts to mess up other people's machines like McDohl's.
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... aaaaand it's officially RRoD'd. UPS going out on MONDAY.
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My graphics card decided to commit suicide while I was playing TF2 on Thursday.
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...Smiler, when I saw that you posted in Shit Days, here was my thought process.
"Hmm. Smiler's having a crappy day? Hey Smiler, you should kill me in TF2 to cheer yourself up.
*reads thread*
"..."
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Don't worry, I will soon have a even better graphics card so I can kill you with surprise round end sentries once again.
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Oh, so you've given up on FaN dickery?
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My graphics card decided to commit suicide while I was playing TF2 on Thursday.
Turns out buying the cheapest replacement you can find works out okay~
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I wonder if that'll work for mice. My mouse is already the cheapest thing I can find, and I really suspect that it's non-responsiveness and general sucktitude are holding me back in TF2.
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Mice don't follow a rigid path of rapid perceived obsoletion, so not really.
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I really hate sleeping for an hour and a half then flying out of bed because my body gave me some advance notice that I was sick to my stomach and puking was necessary.
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Would you rather sleep and then choke to death on your own vomit?
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It's that whole thing with not being able to get back to sleep after turning my guts inside out that gets me.
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Please don't choke on your vomit.
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Do we have an opposite of shit days thread? I told my sister I hated my job and so she gave me $7,500.00 to pay my bills until I got my trust and told me to quit my job. I did. :D
She said she felt she owed me because I took care of her when she was younger, and that she'd been a bitch to me for the last five or so years. Maybe that church thing actually works???
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I told my sister I hated my job and so she gave me $7,500.00 to pay my bills until I got my trust and told me to quit my job. I did. :D
(http://hundredcoins.org/brentai/images/spittake.gif)
Is she, uh, single?
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today is a shit day
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Bad raptors (http://www.tnr.com/blog/the-vine/raptor-fact-the-day)
ut now a new study by Phil Manning of the University of Manchester has found that, sadly, no, the Velociraptor's claws simply weren't sharp enough to tear rip open dinosaur flesh.
:sadpanda:
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AW
AWWWWWWWWW!!!
OH COME ONNNN
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THIS IS THE WORST DAY
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NO NO
THEY JUST LEARNED HOW TO CLIMB TREES
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IT'S OK KABBAGE, KEEP READING
nstead, biomechanical analysis suggests the raptors used the claws to scale trees, from which they'd pounce down on other dinosaurs and cling tight with their sickle claws, biting and killing all the while.
SO YOU SEE THIS IS HOW RAPTORS BECAME BIRDS AND ALSO DESCENDED FROM THE CANOPIES TO MURDER
RAPTORS EVOLVED INTO BATMAN
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No, no, no, no.
Batman will evolve into a raptor.
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Batman is a raptor.
That whole Bruce Wayne thing? Didn't happen.
It was retconned in the last issue of Final Crisis.
Didn't anyone see that?
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Dammit, Of all the times for the picture Buge made of the T-Rex pirate ZUR-EN-ARH Batman to be missing!
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ytCEuuW2_A
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I actually have it saved somewhere, I think. I just couldn't find it before leaving for work.
MY EMPEROR! I HAVE FAILED YOU! :loser:
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I actually have it saved somewhere
that makes one of us
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In the last month my life has been ups and downs.
Quit my job. :perfect:
House was deemed unsuitable for my mom to live in because of her health issues. :sadpanda:
Getting a new house. :perfect:
Insurance wont cover the damage to our old house and we are still sitting on a $70,000.00 mortgage. :sadpanda:
New house is awesome and is actually a duplex which is good because with two mortgages I don't see me and my brother being able to move out soon. :perfect: ... or wait :sadpanda: I'm not sure. Depends on how you look at it.
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But it comes with a free frogurt!
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My dad is dying. Again. Yeah, he does this every couple of years: he starts bleeding internally, usually from his liver, and he's got to be taken to the hospital and spend a few days in ICU. Usually happens on my birthday, but thankfully this time he overshot it by about five months. It's his own fault, too, seeing as how it only happens because he drinks, so it's kind of difficult to feel much at this point except abject rage. Hopefully, he'll live through this -- again -- so that he can continue poisoning himself.
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:;_;:
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Follow up: it might be liver cancer.
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Today is a shit day. The details of this shit day are in the hands of those who need to know. Just know that, for me, today was a shit day.
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No Oktoberfest for Starr and I. ::(:
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Yesterday morning I thought it was going to be a pretty shit day, since I woke up to Julie telling me I'd left my car door a little bit open and the dome light had been on all night. It turns out that that's not what happened at all: I'd been locking my doors since I'd traded my crappy old Chevy Cavalier for my deceased grandmother's car, and the night before last was the one time I happened to leave 'em unlocked--and my CDs were just stolen.
Of course, joke's on them. All they got away with were half a dozen crappy Hong Kong bootlegged Final Fantasy soundtracks and other burned game music CDs. I guess they DID get my promo CDs that came with Persona 3 and 4, but other than those, the only things that'll cost me anything to replace will be the CD holders themselves.
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Still, "what the fuck".
I don't really feel too bad about straight-up missing a ton of my older albums simply on account of how little I use CDs at all any more. That might not be the case if I had a car, I guess, but I think most people have sufficiently transitioned over to digital that this sort of dickery is less awful than it would've been five or ten years back.
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Man, stealing CDs. How archaic an act. I've left my camera and my iPhone in an unlocked car and come back hours later to find them, thankfully, still there. But you leave a CD out and it'll get nabbed.
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I woke up one December morning a year or two ago to find my car window smashed and my barely decent flip phone stolen.
They downloaded like 80 bucks worth of shit too before it got turned off.*
*No, I didn't have to pay it. First thing I did after finding out was calling the phone company, cancelling it, and making sure that the only thing I'd have to pay for was my regular monthly bill. I only know the exact figure because I asked the phone jockey if they had.
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One time one of Starr's co-workers had her car broken into. There was a box full of crushed aluminum cans in the back that was supposed to be put into the recycling.
Yes, the thief stole the box of cans.
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I've been pretty down in the dumps lately and suffice to say, this all came to a head during my birthday on Sunday.
Words can't even begin to describe how shit of a day it truly was. :endit:
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Whoa, what the hell happened?
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It'd take a long time and a lot of work to describe it in full. Long story short: a lot of shit has just been building up for a couple months and it all just boiled over during the weekend and spiraled out of control pretty badly. Some of the shit was and probably still will be constant, so I have no real clue when or if things'll really improve too much but we'll see.
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I guessing the worst is over, at least? Nowhere to go but up?
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I can only hope.
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Tough times don't last, tough people do, etc etc
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Anything we can do?
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Naw, it's okay. I'm feeling a lot better now that I've had a day or two to just relax and not think about much.
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My dad's losing his grip on reality.
That or he's always hidden the "With interest in guns comes interest in armed revolt" side of him for several decades.
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My mom lost her job today. And we've already had no tenants upstairs for a month and I don't know if we'll be able to get any soon, so it's looking pretty shitty right about now.
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Wow, that is really shitty. :;_;:
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Had to call an ambulance for my dad. His blood count was at three point something out of 14. He was sitting on a chair out on the backyard patio when I called, because he was having a seizure or something, he blacked out, started snouring really loudly, drooled on himself, his eyes were still open. He had this idiot fucking look on his face, and every time I let my mind wander I see that idiot face in my head. While I was calling 911 I had to keep him from falling out the chair so he wouldn't break his head open on the pavement.
By the time the paramedics arrived he had regained consciousness, barely. When they put him on the stretcher he puked up some red bile.
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fuck
How's he doing now?
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You're God-Damned Right "Fuck".
Anyway, he's in ICU right now. I'm about to head over and bring him some stuff.
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Er. Ah.
Fuck.
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Man, I feel really shitty after going out tonight. I went into a game store I don't usually go (needed to pick up some cheap sleeves), run by a known certifiable lunatic (crazy Leon at the Hairy Tarantula, for those who know him - I know one or two of you do).
Anyway, it's one of those places that always has "store cats". There was a lil tabby gal there and she just started wheezing horribly, in really obvious distress. I mean, this cat was putting it's whole body just into breathing. Not only did Leon just ignore this, he picked up the cat by grabbing the spine. Like he just gripped the skin and yanked to lift.
Now, if you don't own pets, or you hate cats or whatever, none of that's probably very horrifying. But for me that was :MENDOZAAAAA: :wrong: :khaaan: :enraged: :THATWAY: :loser: :facepalm: :;_;: :mikey:
I wanted to start yelling at the idiot right there, but starting fights with deranged conspiracy theorists is not really going to get you anywhere.
But you know, there are times when it's just right to start a fight no matter how ultimately useless it is. I feel ashamed of myself for not hauling off and punching him in the face. Or at least shouting at him.
Oh my god that poor cat.
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Grabbing it where? At the neck, or along the back? 'cause at the neck is totally fine, but the other is intensely cruel and you should call whatever the Canadas for that.
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Maybe he was attempting the Kitty Heimlich?
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Grabbing it where? At the neck, or along the back? 'cause at the neck is totally fine, but the other is intensely cruel and you should call whatever the Canadas for that.
Along the back.
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Fuck, I just realized I can't even report Leon to the Toronto Humane Society, because it's recently come out that they're massively corrupt as well as run by an unhinged madman whose policies are actually causing animals in Toronto shelters to die in massive pain and suffering.
So as bad as it seems Leon might be, that's cat's probably better with the devil she knows.
FUCK.
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John Baird says it best:
Fuck Toronto.
Seriously, sorry to hear that. The best thing you can do is not buy there anymore.
Also, you win a prize for "Best Metaphor of Canadian Handling of Afghan Prisoners, and who to turn them over to..."
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John Baird says it best:
Fuck Toronto.
It's not Toronto. It's Ontario.
God, I wish I could get a lucrative job in Newfoundland ( :lol: ).
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There's always the Hibernia oil field...
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So the transmission on my car, which has been wonky for a while now, has finally crapped out on me. It won't shift above first gear. It's going to cost around $2000 to fix, and I currently have about...$4 to my name. I can scrounge up a little cash by returning my PS3 and my TV, but that'll only give me about $800, and my next paycheck will be going pretty much entirely toward paying bills. Luckily, I can borrow one of my parents' trucks until I can get my car back, but it gets shitty gas mileage and has no heater. The best part is I had the money this fixed a couple of months back, but I'm very irresponsible with money, so I spent it all on other crap instead. ::(:
EDIT: So my girlfriend's cousin said he can get me a used transmission for about $1000-$1200, not including labor costs. A lot better than $2000, but unfortunately still just out of my reach right now...
Oh, and I'm supposed to be at drill this weekend. Looks like I'll be AWOL!(not really, I already called and let them know what's going on. I'll just have to make it up. But I was supposed to take a physical fitness test this weekend which I was going to use as part of my E4 to E5 promotion packet. And the promotion board for this quarter is in...10 days. So that kinda sucks.)
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This isn't a shitty day, or even shitty experience thing, just major annoyance. So it's okay to think I'm a bitch for complaining here.
Anyway, I'm pretty damn ready to move out of my house. I live fifty miles away from everything. My classes, friends, places I generally hang out, and prospective jobs. What this means is; during the week I need to choose between staying out late to see people, or going right home to do work. During the weekends there's usually basically no point to leave my house unless someone is having a party. I get to see the girl I'm dating(?) way less often then I'd like to. Best being that I can't find a job, since any place out here I could only work on weekends with my class schedule, and I share a car with my sister and mom which means I can't get a job near my campus and work there on weekends.
So, now I'm doing worse than I should be in school and seeing friends less then I should be because I'm trying to juggle both with my current location, and I can't get the money together to get an apartment near the campus, friends, and a job because no one wants to hire someone that either can only or can't work weekends who has as much experience as anyone else.
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Sounds pretty shitty to me.
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having to add a question mark after the girl you're dating seems like it would be pretty shitty
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I just don't understand my dad. He knows what it feels like to slowly bleed to death. It happened just eleven days ago. And all day I had been asking him how he was feeling, did he feel alright, and every time I asked he replied "just fine". And yet again an ambulance had to come and take him to the emergency room just as he's starting to go into convulsions. All he had to do at any point today was say "I think I'm bleeding again" and I would've gladly taken him to the hospital.
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Well, my Dad's dying. Liver Cancer. They've got him on a ventilator. I haven't been to see him since he went to the emergency room last night.
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That's a rotten deal. Have a hug.
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That's a rotten deal. Have a hug.
Not much I can add to this beyond another hug offer.
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A man is sown into this Earth for a brief time and harvested with with only the fanfare he can make for himself. I'm happy that you could survive and care for him and part with all of the dignity you can muster.
Take heart and cheers. When I stop crying, we can chat about something entirely unrelated to mortality over a nice drink.
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... Dude. I guess you might have missed this part, but my dad's dying because he drank too much. That's not exactly the sort of thing you want to mull over with a cold one.
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To be honest, I'd never considered that. I guess it's because all of my family's deaths (not of "natural causes") have been caused by destroying the body by consuming everything but alcohol (and you know, straight up poison). :nyoro~n: Sorry. I'd offer you a hug, but it'd already been done. And a milkshake, but now I'm suddenly concerned about my saturated fat intake.
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Yeah, look, I'm not really fishing for sympathy. Unless we're talking about sympathy sex, which I am totally okay with, but only with you women. And maybe Buge in a dress. Otherwise, no thank you.
This has been going on since May of 2006. My Dad has had plenty of opportunities to quit drinking and keep himself alive, but he never did, and my whole family has been bracing for this situation all this time.
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At about 2:00 this morning, my dad died.
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You have my sincere sympathy and condolences.
I wish I could provide moral support as Buge or Mongrel
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And maybe Buge in a dress.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/buge/Sakaki_Grin.jpg)
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Completely serious about that, too.
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My condolences, DN. That situation sucked. I'm sorry that's the way it ended.
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Jesus, that was fast. Wow.
That's a hell of a thing to go through DN, especially in that short amount if time (I mean, I know you and your family saw *something* coming, but still...).
I'm really sorry to hear about the whole thing. Let us know if we can do anything.
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DN. We never been too close of people. But this is on a whole other order from that. I've yet to have a parent die, so I can't even begin to understand how you're feeling over the whole thing, but I am unreservedly sympathetic and as empathetic as I can manage with my limited understanding.
I will fly my avatar at half mast for your father.
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Great, now your avatar's flying me at half mast too.
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You've got my condolences too, DN. It's always hard on everyone when they lose someone close to them.
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DN, like those before me, I offer my sorrow. Losing parents is one of the hardest of the major hard-hitters of life. Though it sounds a bit harsh, I hope that you guys dealing with the health problems for a while gave enough time to know that it happened with no last regrets or words unsaid.
having to add a question mark after the girl you're dating seems like it would be pretty shitty
Question mark answered. After a month of being just using the actual term dating short of dating, she revealed to me tonight that she "hopes I haven't been leading you on" but "I'm not looking for anything serious right now". So, at least that's one less thing to bother with the drive for.
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My condolences, DNi. Would you like me to make some black humor jokes?
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Question mark answered. After a month of being just using the actual term dating short of dating, she revealed to me tonight that she "hopes I haven't been leading you on" but "I'm not looking for anything serious right now". So, at least that's one less thing to bother with the drive for.
My ex pulled that on like 3-4 guys. Seems like a bad thing to do even if its one person. :sadpanda:
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My condolences, DNi. Would you like me to make some black humor jokes?
Go for it.
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having to add a question mark after the girl you're dating seems like it would be pretty shitty
Yeah, I'd rather see the question mark two words to the left.
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having to add a question mark after the girl you're dating seems like it would be pretty shitty
Yeah, I'd rather see the question mark two words to the left.
Only if you get to be player one.
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(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/buge/Sakaki_Grin.jpg)
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I cannot believe I'm as livid about this this as I am, but at the school where my parents work(ed), they started up a collection in my father's name. Now, it would've gone to my mom, but then some loud-mouthed fucker up and blurted out that "[she] wouldn't take that money," which is actually completely untrue. But anyway, apparently the collected money is going to go into a scholarship.
My dad's alcoholism cost me and my family so much. Before I was born, my parents owned a fucking Chagall. My dad would lose jobs because he'd go in drunk; the only reason he was a teacher in the first place was because my mom pulled some strings and it was the only place left that would hire him. His drinking screwed me out of a college fund. It cost me my dad.
The idea that his drinking will now put somebody else's kid through college infuriates me. I know it's selfish, I know it's wrong to think this way, but I don't care. I don't want that. I don't want some kid to go to college because my dad drank himself to death.
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Well, I suggest quietly but firmly approach somebody in charge of the collection and say that your family could actually use the money. Which has to be true. Something like someone dying is a horrible financial hardship on top of everything else. The loudmouth was a total dick and stepped out of bounds on that. I'm sure that whoever is in charge will see to it that your family are the ones who get the collection raised. If not, there should be hell to pay.
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(http://i630.photobucket.com/albums/uu23/Bon_Bon_2009/scruffy-1.jpg)
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Also (http://i630.photobucket.com/albums/uu23/Bon_Bon_2009/scruffy-1.jpg)
Remember, if you don't think it's right to speak up, understand that if you DON'T, then some jackass is just using your father's death as a rallying call to their pet project.
That doesn't mean that you should be a loudmouth, but that, yeah, you need to say something to the people in charge.
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Time to invoke the blog-like qualities of this thread.
Last night as I was leaving the grocery store here, I noticed a cute little yappy papillon dog tied up outside. I looked and said "Hey little guy" (or words to that effect) as I normally do when I see a dog, but for some reason he really didn't want anyone talking to him, so he started backing up... into the street. At that moment, three things happened simultaneously:
1) The thought started forming in my brain "I'd better back away and leave the dog be".
2) Out of sheer instinct I said "Whoa hold on there!"
3) The dog slipped his lead.
The dog bolted across a street full of traffic. He was hit by a car doing maybe 15-25 kph. I think I just about had a heart attack. The dog kept running.
I couldn't cross the street immediately unless I wanted to share the dog's fate so I just stood there stupidly. Luckily two kids across the road saw what happened and clued in, and started chasing the dog. So I was trying to look for the owner, the dog, and the guy who hit the dog at the same time. The guy who hit the dog didn't even stop (in fairness, it's possible he may not have noticed), so then I was finally able to cross the street to help chase the dog. By then everyone was gone (approximate time elapsed maybe 20 or 30 seconds?).
I waited for the owner and explained what heppened. At that moment one of the two kids came back saying the dog had been coralled. We all went to catch up with the dog (who, as the owner explained, had run home), only to find that the dog and the second kid were gone. The dog had run off again, this time escaping the second kid when he ran across an even busier street. Everyone involved said the dog was running at pretty good clip, but then that doesn't preclude internal injuries or other things that wouldn't show up right away.
Searched for a while with the owner, then gave her my number. Walked back home and then Starr and I went out and searched again for a couple of hours. Last night was miserable weather. Rainy, cold (it froze overight). I knew a dog that size, possibly injured, had long odds against it surviving alone outdoors overnight. By the time I realized we weren't going to do a damn thing Starr damn near froze her hands off (which she only admitted when we were home), so I'm glad we didn't stay out longer.
At any rate, if the dog was picked up by someone, he should be okay. If not, if he crawled somewhere to hide... that little dog is almost certainly dead.
Maybe intellectually I can rationalize it as not being my fault, but I sure as hell feel responsible.
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Man, you greeted a dog, and mechanical failure happened. You're not even remotely responsible, and you still went above and beyond the call of duty to assist. Any number of things could have caused that dog to bolt and very few of these things would have spent hours trying to help out afterwards.
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No! Mongrel this is totally your damn fault! You should never say "Hi!" to little dogs! Ever!
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I have a terrible premonition of tomorrow.
My best friend's coming back here, and from what I have deduced from his comments over MSN, (1) he's coming alone (which is odd, seeing as he's married), and (2) he seems like he wants to take his mind off of something. Perhaps it's nothing. Maybe it's just that there's no room where he's staying (a friend's apartment) for a second person, and he just needs some time away from the hustle of the big T.O. Though I can't shake the feeling that something bad has happened (to his marriage?) and he needs the solace of friends.
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:mikey:
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i can't get money from my sister to pay rent, and so even though i have a job lined up for December i might be evicted before then. also one of my front teeth is disintegrating because my mouth is so tiny it broke at the base. also i'm becoming more and more obviously bald and i am not even 30.
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Why was this little dog out near a street without being tied or leashed to something? That is some poor dog-parenting, and it's also very upsetting about your story. Hope for the best ;-;
Also belated sorry to DNi, about your father's passing.
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3) The dog slipped his lead.
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Oh, I guess I didn't read that correctly.
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terrible premonition
Turns out his wife is up in Montreal for the weekend and he just had some free time! :derp:
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Buge, that's good!
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Then the posts should be splitmerged in to GOOD TIMES!
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whew!
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My cousin took his dog, Trigger, to work today. There was a fire and the dog ran off. He started chasing Trigger but couldn't keep up.
About 5 minutes later a lady saw my cousin walking down the road and asked if he was looking for his dog. She had hit Trigger and killed him.
Now, this sucks normally, someone losing a dog. But Trigger was more than a dog to my cousin. See, David had met this chick a while back and proposed. She left him and then found out she was pregnant. She doesn't let David see the kid so he has the dog to keep him company. That dog was one of the few things that keeps him from killing himself.
And like I said, this happened while he was working. He returned to the site and told the guy he needed to go home and he'd return tomorrow and finish the job. The guy fired him right there on the spot.
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Jesus H.F...
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"Aptly named," they thought, reading the suicide note.
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That is pretty fucked up.
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I don't like the one-upsmanship prevalent in this thread.
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How dare we come here, to a thread dedicated to it, to talk about fucked up days in our lives, and how DARE any of us have worse lives than others!
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Idea: Slumber party where we all giggle about boys and play DDR to lift our spirit.
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That... avatar...
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How dare we come here, to a thread dedicated to it, to talk about fucked up days in our lives, and how DARE any of us have worse lives than others!
Good golly, you'd think I locked the thread or something!
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I know, right!
I'm sorry if I get a little offended. I've had a terrible string of death, loss, grief, pain and all together shit in my life over the last... 10 years and I feel for anyone who has any problem because I know how shit life can be and I would never wish it on anyone. I didn't mean to get all snippy at you, I just don't like the idea that you seem to think people needing to talk about their shit life is actually some measure of dick waving.
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This is just one of the things I'll never understand because I'm such a private person. I'll leave you all alone now.
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People pay thousands of dollars to vent all their frustrations to a person or persons who are completely disconnected from your personal life and will not attempt to meddle in your affairs upon hearing of them. This service we offer for free.
Get on ze couch.
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This is just one of the things I'll never understand because I'm such a private person. I'll leave you all alone now.
:OoO: All this time, I thought you were making a wry commentary about how shit be kind of bad for lots of forum-goers. Or commenting about how you had a minor shit-day and second guessed posting it because it no longer qualified as shitty enough.
I'm going completely nuts? Going? Gone?
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People pay thousands of dollars to vent all their frustrations to a person or persons who are completely disconnected from your personal life and will not attempt to meddle in your affairs upon hearing of them.
And eventually I hope to be one :nyoro~n:
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guys i stubbed my toe
:;_;:
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People pay thousands of dollars to vent all their frustrations to a person or persons who are completely disconnected from your personal life and will not attempt to meddle in your affairs upon hearing of them.
And eventually I hope to be one :nyoro~n:
I have no idea why that even surprised me. I should honestly assume from now on that anybody I meet who claims to have a serious mental illness is studying to be a psychiatrist.
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It's presumably a result of not being able to help themselves (or simply choosing to avoid doing so or flat out ignoring their own issues altogether).
I went for a semester of psych and have yet to look back. I might want to help people, sure, but I don't really care to now.
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I understand the drive to study and somehow cope with what makes oneself and other people in similar situations tick, I was more commenting on the fact that I somehow didn't see it coming in Lyrai's case.
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Yesterday I peed Frank's Redhot sauce out of my butt. This isn't really the worst thing that's happened to me, but thanks to Det's comment I feel it's still worthy of posting here.
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Wow.
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People pay thousands of dollars to vent all their frustrations to a person or persons who are completely disconnected from your personal life and will not attempt to meddle in your affairs upon hearing of them.
And eventually I hope to be one :nyoro~n:
I have no idea why that even surprised me. I should honestly assume from now on that anybody I meet who claims to have a serious mental illness is studying to be a psychiatrist.
(http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/5741/forthood.jpg)
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Yesterday I peed Frank's Redhot sauce out of my butt.
Jesus, dude. That's terrible. Does your butthole still burn? I can really sympathize with your pain. I ate these spicy chicken strips once and for the whole rest of day I... I...
I just can't go on. It's still too painful for me. Is there an ointment for that?
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I think it's in your inbox.
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Yesterday I peed Frank's Redhot sauce out of my butt. This isn't really the worst thing that's happened to me, but thanks to Det's comment I feel it's still worthy of posting here.
Talk about a shit day.
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(http://hundredcoins.org/brentai/images/iamshocked.jpg)
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Yesterday I peed Frank's Redhot sauce out of my butt.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/buge/grampa_door779.gif)
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Just to really spice things up...
I was deciding if it was worth posting by if it was worse than a time I pooped blood.
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stop eating at chipotle
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not everyone can have a golden asshole, ok
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Sure you can. Check your inbox.
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Had to call an ambulance for my dad. His blood count was at three point something out of 14. He was sitting on a chair out on the backyard patio when I called, because he was having a seizure or something, he blacked out, started snouring really loudly, drooled on himself, his eyes were still open. He had this idiot fucking look on his face, and every time I let my mind wander I see that idiot face in my head. While I was calling 911 I had to keep him from falling out the chair so he wouldn't break his head open on the pavement.
Hey, check out the very last panel of this Jonah Hex comic (http://www.gamespite.net/talkingtime/showpost.php?p=601647&postcount=2560) -- he's making almost the exact same face my dad was when that happened. Well, sans Jonah Hex deformities, of course.
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I have diarrhoea :(
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Well, I guss that certainly qualifies as a shit day, doesn't it? :whoops:
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I sure wish that joke wasn't just made several posts ago.
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I guess it's better than another terrible string of posts full of shitty puns.
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Not that anyone expects better from people who have nothing better to do than to arse around on the forums all day.
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Not that anyone expects better from people who have nothing better to do than to arse around on the forums all day.
You rang?
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Guys, guys! I pooped! :itsmagic:
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So I had to read these posts by some numpty that goes by the name of "Sora"...
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And so IM suppresses another movement.
(Two posts late, but I don't expect to keep up with people watching the forums.)
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Let's just imagine I posted a YouTube clip of Grandpa Simpson rambling on after Mr. Burns hires the old folks as strike-breakers.
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I'm having a horrible time with trying to program game-like stuff (in java) for my game programming class. This is extremely frustrating for me as I want to make videogames. I know what I want to tell the computer to do, but I haven't been taught the actual code well because the classes are all conceptual.
Normally I wouldn't post this sort of thing, but I guess it qualifies as it led to an emotional break down last night. But mostly, I'm grasping out at every last string I can think of and I'm kinda hoping someone, probably Zara, could help me.
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We have a board that's more or less for that. Go post something in Assorted Creations; between me, Zara, Bongo and the handful of programmers I'm probably forgetting, you should be able to get the guidance you need.
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I'm having a horrible time with trying to program game-like stuff (in java) for my game programming class. This is extremely frustrating for me as I want to make videogames. I know what I want to tell the computer to do, but I haven't been taught the actual code well because the classes are all conceptual.
Normally I wouldn't post this sort of thing, but I guess it qualifies as it led to an emotional break down last night. But mostly, I'm grasping out at every last string I can think of and I'm kinda hoping someone, probably Zara, could help me.
I can actually help you with that. Just IM me sometime. I know how that is, I've broken down a few times over codeing.
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nooo you're making this day worse
nooooooo
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(http://www.speedtest.net/result/621095603.png)
And that is with my girlfriend using Hulu (then again, it may have finished byffering by the time I ran the test).
Going back to cable or DSL, if I ever have to, is going to fucking suck.
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(http://www.speedtest.net/result/621104417.png) (http://www.speedtest.net)
:nyoro~n:
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(http://www.speedtest.net/result/621144187.png) (http://www.speedtest.net)
Huh. Better than I thought.
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(http://www.speedtest.net/result/621121118.png) (http://www.speedtest.net)
I'm torrenting as we speak, so...
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So yeah going by this topic title, Frocto is winning.
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He's cheating by virtue of living in Australia (I think).
Okay, I guess that actually helps his case.
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Going back to cable or DSL, if I ever have to, is going to fucking suck.
I think cable is pretty rad.
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(http://www.speedtest.net/result/621279762.png)
As for actual shit days: Taking your car into the mechanic for a regular checkup and getting a phone calla bout 30 minutes later that starts with "Your car has some problems that you may want to know about..."
$650 later I'm back on the road ::(:
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It's worth noting that "Your car has some problems that you might want to know about..." easily translate from Mechanic to English as "We found some things that we would like to charge you for"
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It's worth noting that "Your car has some problems that you might want to know about..." easily translate from Mechanic to English as "We found some things that we would like to charge you for"
This. Most mechanics will warn you about potential problems with your car, but a good mechanic will tell you how likely it is that it will actually be a problem in the near future, and what you can do to prevent it becoming a huge problem. Also, if you have even the slightest bit of mechanical skill, you can pick up a book that will show you how to fix everything on your car. A lot of it is too in-depth for the layman, but for routine maintenance stuff, it's great.
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It's worth noting that "Your car has some problems that you might want to know about..." easily translate from Mechanic to English as "We found some things that we would like to charge you for"
This. Most mechanics will warn you about potential problems with your car, but a good mechanic will tell you how likely it is that it will actually be a problem in the near future, and what you can do to prevent it becoming a huge problem. Also, if you have even the slightest bit of mechanical skill, you can pick up a book that will show you how to fix everything on your car. A lot of it is too in-depth for the layman, but for routine maintenance stuff, it's great.
(http://i630.photobucket.com/albums/uu23/Bon_Bon_2009/scruffy-1.jpg) WERD.
Also on the topic of this thread...
I almost forgot: For over 15 years I've had a painless, non-irritated odd mottling on my skin. Looks kind of like Psoriasis combined with liver spots (but isn't either one of these). Starr always joked that I'm rusting.
Now, it's only on places that usually nobody sees (thighs, armpits) and didn't bug me, so I just didn't care. Recently my Doctor was concerned that no one had ever bothered to figure out what the hell it actually was so he sent me to a Dermatologist. Yesterday the Dermatologist called me to say they stil didn't really know what it is, but it may be a precursor to a precursor to skin cancer. Oops!
Anyway, it's not that shitty. I've had this FOREVER, so I don't think I'm going to start rotting like a Zombie and fall over dead tomorrow and they said that if it turns in to the precursor singler they'll just do specialized UV treatments on it (note that those parts of my body almost never see any real light - not a cooincidence, it seems). They only real annoying thing for now is that it looks like they're going to be taking more bits and peices of me for further analysis. *sigh*
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Reading the receipt, apparently something inside the car engine was leaking oil, and "The Spark Plugs were sitting in a puddle of oil"
Apparently this leak damaged several other areas as well.
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They only real annoying thing for now is that it looks like they're going to be taking more bits and peices of me for further analysis. *sigh*
There's a Canadian Clone Army joke here somewhere.
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Reading the receipt, apparently something inside the car engine was leaking oil, and "The Spark Plugs were sitting in a puddle of oil"
Apparently this leak damaged several other areas as well.
Assuming they didn't just make shit up to cover their ass, that's actually kind of serious, yeah.
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Well the car runs noticeably better and doesn't violently shake at random after they were through so I am inclined to believe it was serious.
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Woke up due to gas pains, and ended up throwing up. I think I has a food poison. Damn gas station breeto (Can never spell that word). :nyoro~n:
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burrito
and yeah that sucks
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i figured it out
he's not a troll
he's 8
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The state I'm in being low on money has resulted in them cutting government health benefits to low income people.
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I'm having an awesome month you guys!
Another tooth is falling out (this will be two) and my kidneys or SOMEthings in my torso near the tops of my guts hurt all the time to where I can't comfortably sit upright, button my pants or buckle my seatbelt, and my smoker's cough is back which means I've been smoking for a couple of months after quitting for almost two years.
I love complaining here. I never get to do it in my real life. It seems like I bottle shit up more than most.
Oh yeah! And I have no friends! They've all been stolen by women!
On the positive side I have a 3.7 GPA. I guess that's something.
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Got back home a few hours ago from spending a week or so with my best friend because his little brother (who was like a little brother to me as well) died last Wednesday.
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I am searching for an image of manly tears in a vain attempt to console you.
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It doesn't have to be manly. I hope you feel better man. If you need a hug, look me up.
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It doesn't have to be manly. I hope you feel better man. If you need a hug, look me up.
(http://i630.photobucket.com/albums/uu23/Bon_Bon_2009/scruffy-1.jpg) that is pretty out-and-out awful.
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What? Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if I did. I just was trying to tell Alex I hope he's ok.
(I know the idea that I can't tell if you're joking is a little old hat, but the only reason I can't tell here is the seriousness of the subject matter)
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he was seconding your sentiment
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I never can tell how you guys are using Scruffy....
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he was seconding your sentiment
Yes.
I never can tell how you guys are using Scruffy....
I use it as a stand in for "AGREE.", "Word.", or "Amen to that, brutha."
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Got back home a few hours ago from spending a week or so with my best friend because his little brother (who was like a little brother to me as well) died last Wednesday.
I'm never sure what to say about stuff like this. I guess "i'm really sorry to hear that" doesn't really cover it, but it might have to do.
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It's cool. He's doing a lot better now since he doesn't need me there to provide chest thumping, high-fives and fist pounding now.
Also, I don't put out as easily as his girlfriend does.
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You could stand to work on that.
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:suave:
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Well, I've been seeing a girl I've known for a while, but lives a state away. Long distance thing was hard, but we'd see each other every other weekend or so.
Broke it off with her tonight because the long-distance was becoming a hard to deal with and she was going to move out of state for her 4 year college. She still took it really hard. And I feel like the dip-shit because I didn't have the patience to commit to a longer relationship out of state. ::(:
Wait.
:hurr:
But I still feel like a shit head. Sigh
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Long distance relationships are shitty shit shit shit. If you think you can't hang with it, you did the right thing. Better to break it off now then drag it out and suffer.
Also: condolences.
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Thanks, actually means a lot. Wasn't sure if I was just being selfish. First time with a long-distance thing.
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If you're already having trouble with your current distance, it would definitely fail. Most likely your ladyfriend it taking it hard because it's accompanying a big life change. I've never found it easy to help someone through those kinds of periods in their life. But that could just be because I have the empathy of a sponge. :hurr:
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Wouldn't that mean you have a lot of empathy, because you soak up everyone's emotions? :nyoro~n:
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Sometimes I pore my heart out to my sponge, but I never really feel like it's listening...
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(http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa261/starsforkat/spongebob.jpg)
Oh, it knows every word you say.
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i am having a very shit day. the end.
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:wuv: (http://www.nikumatic.com/avatar/random.php)
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If you can wait a week, I can go over with some frozen custard.
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Third anxiety attack in the last 4 hours!
NEW RECORD!
:victory:
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Felt like making everyone miserable today. For no obvious reason. May have been really mean to longtime friend.
Introduced him to Planet MULE however, so I guess it all comes out as a wash.
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Was it a gigantic hangover from drinking about twice as much as I was used to? Was it food poisoning from eating not one but TWO undercooked turkey burgers? Fuck if I know, but when you wake up at 4AM with the mother of all headaches and throw up not one, not two, but three times - two of those times after your stomach was thrown for a loop after you had the audacity to drink peppermint tea and water, respectively - you tend to think about things. Things like not pressing your luck with leftovers, or how drinking really is more trouble than it's worth.
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Food poisoning would make you feel a lot worse. Probably your stomach getting upset at so much alcohol. When feeling like that, you're going to chuck back up anything you put down there, including water. Which can lead to dehydration, which is bad since alcohol tends to dehydrate you. You made a post, I'm assuming you're alive!
Big old pat for you though buddy, that sucks.
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Bet you wish you had Frocto's lips around your dick now, eh.
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Why, so I could've thrown up a fourth time?
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At least his backside would catch it, no need to clean up the bathroom if you miss.
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I can only assume that the titanic amounts of alcohol you consumed sterilized the turkey burgers. Good work :mahboi:
The last time I had a serious run in with alcohol like that, it was solved by drinking a little water a few hours after the last vomiting fit and taking a nap. I felt like crap when I woke up, but good enough to keep down food and water inbetween being a surly cuss.
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Not really a "shit day" but it fits here better than elsewhere.
I survived an assassination attempt today!
I was at a gas station, buying Skittles and Mountain Dew. As the lady rang me up, a car flew through the wall behind me, stopping mere feet from where I was.
I, of course, tried to jump... and I banged my knee on the counter. Then I was hit by a shower of glass and metal.
Checked to make sure the guy was fine (he was) and called the police and all that.
My leg still hurts and I've got some bruises and some cuts on my leg. I got the glass out though. So that's a good thing.
And I'll tell you this: I didn't need the caffeine anymore.
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:attn:
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I survived an assassination attempt today!
:wat: It- you- do you need a contract expunged now? Or are you just being colorful?
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Well, I think I am being colorful.
But I've made a lot of enemies. So WHO KNOWS?!
When you're an asshole, everyday is an adventure!
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My mother is going through a serious fit of the winter blues, so much so that she remains upset and depressed. I really don't know what I can do for her, as she pushes me away every time I try to talk to her about it.
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What's her favorite pudding?
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have you tried hugs
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Yes, I have, and she yells and chases me away.
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I had my house broken into, and they stole my new laptop, my scanning laptop and my housemate's PS3 and the remotes to his TV and sound system, and nearly all of our xbox 360 games, and then we found out that the roof is wrecked, so they have to totally replace it, and it's also made of asbestos. :(
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::(:
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My mother is going through a serious fit of the winter blues, so much so that she remains upset and depressed. I really don't know what I can do for her, as she pushes me away every time I try to talk to her about it.
Get one of those full spectrum lamps and shine it at her.
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I had my house broken into, and they stole my new laptop, my scanning laptop and my housemate's PS3 and the remotes to his TV and sound system, and nearly all of our xbox 360 games, and then we found out that the roof is wrecked, so they have to totally replace it, and it's also made of asbestos. :(
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Yeah, that's about the shape of it. That sucks pretty badly Stush.
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McDohl, I agree with what MCE says regarding your situation. Currently I SAD as well and the only thing keeping me cheery right now is a complete change of environment from:
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To
(http://tinyfarmblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/win07_snowy_field_end_of_february.jpg)
(not my images, but they are pretty accurate deceptions of the temperate rain forest archipelago I lived in to the boreal winter land I live in now)
The UV-Infared lamp will help despite its cost, and so will vitamin D.
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Yes, I have one at home and I convinced my office to get me one for here. It's the only thing that keeps me from biting everyone's head off, seriously.
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I was riding home from work yesterday and the bottle of soy sauce in my backpack leaked and now all my stuff smells like soy sauce.
FML.
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biting everyone's head off
While the importance of a little (faux)sunshine is not to be understated. I am probably going nuts in part because I haven't left my hovel for about 3 days. I'm not entirely sure on the possibility of you biting anyone's head off. Or why a gloomy day makes you pissed instead of just depressed.
Incidentally, after lots of lying to myself about how I like rainy days because it puts me in the mood for reading, it's actually become true. I actually like rainy days better than sunny days now.
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Well shit. What mongrel said. Also, I am kind of baffled as to why someone would pinch remotes instead of doing something more-to-the-point, like taking a huge crap on your rug.
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The rug really ties the room together.
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My sister and I teamed up, joining forces against the power of Holiday Blues!
Mom looked happy. :D
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Or why a gloomy day makes you pissed instead of just depressed.
Irritability is one of the major symptoms of depression!
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:ohgod:
My leg has been hurting quite a bit today. The bruises are showing up and all that jazz.
Well, I went shopping all day. Not a good idea to be walking on that leg. Went to the bookstore, and started flipping through a book, seeing if it was interesting. And this guy kicked my leg. Hard.
I fell down. He said "You know reading a book in a store is basically stealing, right?" And then he walked off. I got up when I could and limped all over the store for that vigilante wannabe. I was going to shove the book up his ass. THAT IS STEALING, YOU KNOW.
Leg STILL hurts like a motherfucker.
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http://kazz.rooms.cwal.net/kagtsmitdz3.mp3
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:ohgod:
My leg has been hurting quite a bit today. The bruises are showing up and all that jazz.
Well, I went shopping all day. Not a good idea to be walking on that leg. Went to the bookstore, and started flipping through a book, seeing if it was interesting. And this guy kicked my leg. Hard.
I fell down. He said "You know reading a book in a store is basically stealing, right?" And then he walked off. I got up when I could and limped all over the store for that vigilante wannabe. I was going to shove the book up his ass. THAT IS STEALING, YOU KNOW.
Leg STILL hurts like a motherfucker.
The hell kind of a shit area do you live in where people walk around kicking each other.
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I was in a nice Barnes and Nobles.
I don't know. I guess somebody shot his parents or something.
Guy was nuts.
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:mahboi: You become Batman when your parents are shot.
Still, that's unbelievable. Sad you didn't get to shove a book up his ass. Hope your leg feels better.
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:ohgod:
My leg has been hurting quite a bit today. The bruises are showing up and all that jazz.
Well, I went shopping all day. Not a good idea to be walking on that leg. Went to the bookstore, and started flipping through a book, seeing if it was interesting. And this guy kicked my leg. Hard.
I fell down. He said "You know reading a book in a store is basically stealing, right?" And then he walked off. I got up when I could and limped all over the store for that vigilante wannabe. I was going to shove the book up his ass. THAT IS STEALING, YOU KNOW.
Leg STILL hurts like a motherfucker.
What a laserdong! Does he expect people to buy a book without reading it? I bet he tried writing a book and nobody bought it and then he cried and rode a motorbike into a wall but he survived and got a brain injury that makes him kick everyone. Also he's probably a jerk.
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This is why whenever someone touches me even slightly, I shout like a goddamned little girl. Pride is a small price to pay for terrible revenge.
Or why a gloomy day makes you pissed instead of just depressed.
Irritability is one of the major symptoms of depression!
:OoO: Well, fuck, it's one I basically never have. I mean, I tell people to suck my dick more often when I'm depressed. Which means it becomes almost constant. But I also have trouble putting together the energy to work up a head biting-off rage.
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Today's my day off, and it just happens to be the day a couple appointments opened on my dentist's schedule, so I went in for the first part of my periodontal work. Now the right half of my face is numb, particularly my upper lip and right nostril, but I can already feel my lower teeth starting to hurt. Tomorrow's not going to be fun.
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:ohgod:
My leg has been hurting quite a bit today. The bruises are showing up and all that jazz.
Well, I went shopping all day. Not a good idea to be walking on that leg. Went to the bookstore, and started flipping through a book, seeing if it was interesting. And this guy kicked my leg. Hard.
I fell down. He said "You know reading a book in a store is basically stealing, right?" And then he walked off. I got up when I could and limped all over the store for that vigilante wannabe. I was going to shove the book up his ass. THAT IS STEALING, YOU KNOW.
Leg STILL hurts like a motherfucker.
I have kneed a man in the balls hard enough to send him to the floor before for harassing me in a similar fashion in a store, so I can understand the anger and frustration of Retard McFuckstain deciding to play Cop on you.
If I see someone do the above, I will knee them in the balls twice as hard for you.
..didn't we have a :salute: at one point in time.
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..didn't we have a :salute: at one point in time.
http://tinyurl.com/yzp347o
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Wow. Today was the shit cherry on top of the past three weeks' shit sundae.
On December 1st, my mother had a car accident. She fudged a stop sign and a guy t-boned her. She was unhurt, but her car was totalled. (Incidentally, the night before I had a big fight with her. In the instant after I learned she had an accident but before I learned she walked away from it, I thought I was going straight to Silent Hill.)
The following two weeks were pretty miserable. She was in a hurry to buy a new car, and she had to go to various medical establishments for insurance reasons; for some reason she felt she didn't want to do all that alone, so she asked me to go pretty much everywhere with her. You know what? I'm not a monster. I went.
The thing is, my mom doesn't trust me to drive. Never mind the fact that I've been driving like a saint for 12 years and have never so much as put a scratch in any vehicle I've ever sat behind the wheel of. And she just caused a fucking accident. So she drove us around, the first week in a rental car paid for by her insurance company, the second week in my own actual fucking car. To and from every car dealership in town, to and from specialists doctors and x-ray labs and who knows what else. On top of that I have brutal motion sickness, and my sleep disorder tends to act up in this time of year. It all adds up to me, half asleep, perpetually on the edge of vomiting, being carted all over town so I can listen to assholes try to sell my notoriously indecisive mom a car over and over again.
(By the way, man are modern cars boring. Damn. They all look the same to me.)
Eventually she does settle on a car, and asks me if she can borrow mine to go to work while hers is prepped and all. At this point I'm just glad she doesn't need me around anymore, so I let her.
She got her car yesterday evening. And still, today she wanted to use my car again instead, because a bunch of people at her office were going to a restaurant for lunch and she didn't want to haul people in her brand new car just yet. So I let her. It's just one more day, right? What difference does it make?
Minutes after I woke up late this afternoon, I get a call. It's her. She's at work. She let the lights on the car all day and the battery's dead. Her roadside assistance program only covers her when she's driving her own car. She wants me to drive her new car to her workplace, let her go home, then call the Canadian equivalent of the AAA (of which I'm a member), and pretend that I let the battery run out so they'd boost me for free. (For a debatable definition of "free" because I only get five calls a year.)
So I drive there, nice guy that I am. First thing she says when I arrive isn't "hello" or "thanks". No, she yells at me because I picked a spacious parking spot about twenty feet from the front door instead of a squeezy little space right in front. Yeah, I'll park your brand new car that I've never driven before into a tiny little space so you can save ten seconds of walking.
Anyway. She gets in her car, drives away. Turns out the front doors to the building are locked. After an hour of waiting outside in snowy -30 Celsius weather, the tow guy arrives and boosts my car. I spent fifteen minutes scraping the frost from the inside windows, drive half an hour more to recharge the battery, and get home.
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(http://www.monstersandcritics.com/artman/uploads/marv.jpg)
Voitures modernes. Elles toutes ressembler aux rasoirs électriques.
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Stop being nice to your mother. Disregard what society says about family and familial obligation. You have been mistreated. Confront or detach.
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Listen to Friday.
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Well, your mom's an asshole.
But why didn't you use her car to charge yours? Or use one of her office buddies' cars to do it?
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Thank you Friday. I didn't realize how much I needed someone to say that to me until I actually read it.
But why didn't you use her car to charge yours? Or use one of her office buddies' cars to do it?
Neither of us have jumper cables and I'm fairly sure she's alienated most of the people she works with.
You know, my father's a bona fide monster. So much so that I don't even want to talk about him at any length. I haven't seen him in over a decade and I feel pretty good about that. And then sometimes I look at the woman he married, and I pity him. I think I'm coming to realize that I need to get away from her before she does to me whatever it is she did to him.
I'm not keen on moving during the winter (or during the holidays), but yeah, I do need to go as soon as I find a place that's not a total shithole, even if it's more expensive than I'd like. I just don't want to have to choose between my mother and mold.
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Well, if you ever find yourself in such a situation again and feel a little adventurous, what you could do is take the battery from the running vehicle and put it the one with the dead one, turn that vehicle on, then without shutting the engine off put the dead battery back in, then just return the charged battery to the first vehicle. That way you can both leave with you cars running, of course your mom's a jerk and probably would not have liked you fiddling with the battery on her brand new car.
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That seems like a real good way to get electrocuted to death.
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That's why I said adventurous, also it probably helps that I know what I'm doing. You'd be surprised how much you can get not electrocuted. Still, I guess you're probably right, kids please don't try this at home!
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Electro- wait ... how... what?
My mind is boggling at how someone could electrocute themselves removing and replacing a car battery.
But then I sometimes forget just how little most people know about cars these days.
(I have never personally owned a car, but I know more about basic maintenance and repair of same than almost everyone I know who's owned a car for years. This is not a comment on any flimsy knowledge I might have, more a comment on their literally frightening lack of same).
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Also Zed, I won't go into details, but I have a similar history with my mother, who has pretty much ruined our immediate family and continues to do so (PM me if you're truly morbidly curious). The on thing I can say is this: the fight's just not worth it. Unless you hate your mother utterly and would be utterly serene if you never saw her again (and a number of points in your story make it seem like you're nowhere near that point), then don't make a mess of things.
Just take all the time you need, plan your move out properly, and when you're ready just do it. At some point in this process you will simply inform your mother that you are moving out. Calmly, firmly, but absolutely not up for debate. Then you follow through and that's it.
With luck, you may even find some improvement in your relationship with your mother.
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No mother should ever balk at the suggestion that her son moves out when he's ready, if she does then you should just ignore her VERY AGGRESSIVELY until you're gone.
Trust me.
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If you are detaching and attaching things to the electrical system of the car while the car is running, that just seems dangerous. Like attaching live jumper cables to yourself.
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If you are detaching and attaching things to the electrical system of the car while the car is running, that just seems dangerous. Like attaching live jumper cables to yourself.
Er, yes, that is right that you shouldn't grab the leads and juice yourself, yes. :serious:
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Last monday my little brother attempted suicide.
I feel really shitty.
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You know, my father's a bona fide monster. So much so that I don't even want to talk about him at any length. I haven't seen him in over a decade and I feel pretty good about that. And then sometimes I look at the woman he married, and I pity him. I think I'm coming to realize that I need to get away from her before she does to me whatever it is she did to him.
I identify with this. Cheers, mate.
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If you are detaching and attaching things to the electrical system of the car while the car is running, that just seems dangerous. Like attaching live jumper cables to yourself.
Well, it actually doesn't matter if the car is on or off, if you touch both ends of the battery you're likely to get in trouble. But this is basic stuff yes?
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Last monday my little brother attempted suicide.
I feel really shitty.
This is by far the shittiest thing I've read on here in a while, Guild.
Keep an eye on the lad.
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Coincidentally, that was why I was down in Minnesota comforting my best friend.
His brother actually succeeded in the endeavor.
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::(: I want to make some kind of generic statement of support for you guys... but... ... shit. What does a dude say here?
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::(: I want to make some kind of generic statement of support for you guys... but... ... shit. What does a dude say here?
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Thanks. Actually feeling much better today.
I just wonder why he tried to do it, and if it's my fault at all.
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7:30 AM today.
Alright, I need to put in some time at the office so I can get ahead, take that time off for Magfest.
10 AM arrive at work. I really wasn't that enthused to be there.
Huh.. Door isn't opening... I got a new ID this week.. They SAID I WOULD HAVE BUILDING ACCESS BY THE END OF THE DAY ON MONDAY. FUCK. 45 minute drive to get here, 45 to get back, quarter tank of gas wasted. Make note to go over there on monday and raise some hell.
12:30 pm, arrive home, pack away groceries. Alright I'll remote login to work using windows remote terminal. Hmm. Setup the terminal gateway, get my login info... Wait. I need a computer name to get into that.. I don't have that handy. It's in my email! I'll log in to the web email and get it.... Shit, web email only has what's on the server, not what I backed up to a personal folder in outlook at the office. FUCK.
1:15pm fuck this, I'll play dragon age. Load up. Go to an encounter. Screen turns to confetti. System freezes. INSTANT PANIC, pop open case, examine GPU temp. Hot as the inside of a toaster. Shit. Attempt repairs. Permanent damage. Fine. I'll go buy a new one right now.
1:40pm head to mall.
1:50pm arrive in vicinity of mall. Notice police are directing traffic. Traffic slows to an incredible halt.
2:45pm I've moved far enough along to park in the parking lot of a closed up resturant about a quarter mile from Best Buy
2:50pm Enter Best Buy
3:00pm Exit Best Buy with a BFG GTS 250. -$200. Did not encounter a single clerk, was relatively painless, checkout line was moving like clockwork.
3:10pm return to car.
4:00pm leave mall parking lot into sideroad, navigate home using the secret backwater roads that TomTom seems to be very familiar with.
4:15pm purchase a case of Kirin and Sam Adams Winter Lager. I don't drink often, but seriously, fuck this day.
4:30pm Card installs easily. Enjoy a winter lager. Seal up case. Play a game. Later realize I should register the card for warranty activation. Need to find numbers on the card, in the case, that I just sealed up.
Right now: Lager #2.
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I would call a day where I fuck off of work, successfully buy a mid-high graphics card for myself on the weekend before Christmas, and play video games while drinking a lot of beer a success.
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Those missing hours roll into next weeks hours.
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And I just had a 160GB drive die on me. Wonderful. :fukit:
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Adding to the PC damage list, memcheck says I've got about six invalid addresses in my RAM. Thankfully GSkill has a lifetime warranty, if I can get the RMA approved.
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So I've been trying to find a job, lately, so already I've had to suffer through all sorts of humiliations, but today in trying to get a job with the census bureau of all things I actually got sent to a place that doesn't actually exist. I wasn't expecting that.
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Something like that sort-of happened to me once.
I was sent out to an interview with a collections firm by a placement agency. I found the address, but the company wasn't listed on the office list. Undeterred, I went upstairs and looked on every door in the building - no dice. Assuming I must have had the address wrong, I go back downstairs and drive up and down the street looking for the right place. It was a desolate semi-industrial, semi-commercial fringe part of town, so there wasn't all that much else. I am now very late for the interview.
Eventually, thinking I must've missed something, I go back to the original building and walk into the first office that looks open and ask someone if they've ever heard of this business. The receptionist says yes, and tells me it's through the door at the very end of the hall.
The door at the end of the hall was a flat steel door, painted a dun gray, with absolutely no markings whatsover. I thought it was the door to a janitor's closet or service room.
In the end, it turned out that yes, there was a SECRET LAB AND ROCKET BASE lovely office behind that impenetrable facade, but WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE. They told me to fuck off, because at that point I was 40 minutes late for the interview, oh and they were now closed for the day (only... it was a quarter after noon - in the middle of the week?).
The placement firm gave me all kinds of hell for mssing the appointment and blamed me for "not being prepared", but I decided that if this business was so intent on flat-out hiding, it was probably a pretty damn good thing I didn't get a job there.
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The keyboard port on my computer appears to be broken. In order to type anything here, I have to use my laptop. This laptop's so crappy that, if I have Avast Antivirus running at the same time I try to post something on the forums, I run out of memory.
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Time to buy a USB keyboard?
:/
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Dead computer is still dead. Turns out the replacement videocard I bought, a BFGTech 250 GTS was faulty out of the box (Every other piece of hardware has been replaced! Drivers have been scrubbed and replaced.). Their customer support takes about 4 to 5 days to reply to an email. Their site says responses occur with 48 hours. Returned the 250 to Best Buy rather than deal with slow tech support, since I'm getting close to the end of the refund window anyway. I figure in two weeks BFGTech will finally read the mail that I returned the card to Best Buy and will pursue another vendor. I need this thing up and running soon because I occasionally need to do work stuff from home, should the weather get bad again.
Started emailing EVGA about my busted 8800 GTS, the original video card that died on me. Responses in about a day to each inquiry. On the second email they decided it's probably dead and refer me to RMA. I took my refunded money and bought a new EVGA 260 that should arrive later this week and should they repair my old 8800 via the RMA, I'll use it to build a second box. Since the motherboard, CPU, and power supply that I had bought replacement parts for turned out to be still good all along.
I should have learned my lesson back in 2007. BFGTech gave me the runaround on getting repairs for a Geforce 6600 I had. Dual monitor support was just not working. They kept asking for more information about my motherboard and my power supply and eventually got a diagnosis that the DVI port was fried. That's fine. Then I got ignored for over a week and was told "We don't have a ticket on file for this, you'll need to file a new one." I filed a complaint at the Better Business Bureau and a few days later I got a call from 'BFGTech premier support' to get the card sent in for a replacement.
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Nice.
Funnily enough, the BBB is not nearly as toothless as cynics like to think. It's has no power to do anything, yes, but that would be missing the point. :slow:
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A bad mark from the BBB means you are the kid at school who gets no gold star for the day, you mean to tell me that is not SERIOUS?
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Well, it means no ice cream. That's for damn sure.
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As I was loading my $170 worth of groceries (and $130 worth of meds) into my car, a 50-mile-an-hour gust of wind slammed the door into my back.
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I... uh... I could use a hug.
Sorry.
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* Kayma hugs Lottel.
* Kayma hugs Thad... carefully.
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I will try to alleviate the depressing nature of this thread with some comedy.
Was at the hospital yesterday, having a lipoma (hard, but otherwise harmeless fatty tumor)
about the size of the last knuckle on a thumb removed. Yay surgery.
From my ass cheek.
It was shaped like a brain.
And the doctor removing it was a tiny, aged, hunchbacked japanese man. With a totally unaccented voice... like Fred Rogers. Nor could I watch directly, I could only feel the probing.
So a small asian man tore me a new asshole and removed my thinking bits. Now it hurts to sit down.
LEEEEEEET THE JOOOOOOKES COMMMMENNNNNNNNNCE!
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Best brain inside your ass, time let out!
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I always knew he had shit for brains....
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Your penis is small.
Wait, am I missing the point?
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Only you people could squander a squander a river of comedy
brown gold this badly. ::(:
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Well, there wasn't much left to say....
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Well, there wasn't much left to
WAIT A MINUTE
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THERE IT IS!!!
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:OoO: ...
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Reminds me of the time I had a cyst on my left testicle. One of the med students who was observing, a ditsy blonde girl blurted out "Oh, Wow" when she saw.
The doctor popped it like a zit.
He busted my balls, is the joke. I told this in front of my high school debate class.
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My day... :;_;:
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So I started on ritalin and right now it's actually making my ADHD worse so I feel scattered and vaguely paranoid and really really angry at things.
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I got fired on my first day of work. Time to start job-hunting again. :endit:
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I got fired on my first day of work. Time to start job-hunting again. :endit:
how
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I'm too slow and incapable for a job that usually hires teenagers.
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Tell the story, get it off your chest. It'll help you relax a bit.
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What did you do, or alternately what do they think you did?
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I got a job delivering for Pizza Hut in an area thirty minutes from where I live. They called me up much earlier than I had expected, as I had intended to spend the day getting ready and studying the key map they gave me, and sent me out. I got lost. Real lost.
They sent me back home to study the map, and when I went back at the time originally agreed upon they decided not to send me out and that my time was better spent in the back.
And then they decided I wasn't qualified to work at Pizza Hut.
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I can sympathize, man.
I delivered pizzas in another state for a time.
It was a bitch
I can't believe they fired you after one day!
You would think you being new and not from the area they'd give you some cushioning for that, right?
Bunchadicks
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I'm not even sure how the fuck you're supposed to -get- a job at Pizza Hut these days. Their standards have become utterly ridiculous, to the point you'd think you were applying at the fucking Pentagon or something.
It's a fucking FAST FOOD DELIVERY JOB, people. Jesus Christ, why the hell should you have to fill out a 150-question survey to even be considered for the position?! :rage:
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If it makes you feel any better DN, I'm fairly sure I wouldn't be qualified for pizza delivery either.
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I'm kind of surprised food delivery isn't run on GPSes. I know I'd have my phone out on Google Maps all the time were I doing that.
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so so so close to requiring a four year degree in pizza college to deliver pizzas. then all we need is a version of Second Life people care about and Rupert Murdoch to buy an aircraft carrier.
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I'm kind of surprised food delivery isn't run on GPSes. I know I'd have my phone out on Google Maps all the time were I doing that.
They don't?
All the cabbies and pizza guys here practically have their GPSes grafted onto them.
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so so so close to requiring a four year degree in pizza college to deliver pizzas. then all we need is a version of Second Life people care about and Rupert Murdoch to buy an aircraft carrier.
:hi5:
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I'm kind of surprised food delivery isn't run on GPSes. I know I'd have my phone out on Google Maps all the time were I doing that.
They don't?
All the cabbies and pizza guys here practically have their GPSes grafted onto them.
Apparently DN's doesn't.
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Today isn't so much a Shit Day as "THIS SHIT SUCKS", but a series of Murphy kicking the shit out of my entire family.
ME: Brakes start shitting on my car, discovering a leak of brake fluid. Currently late for work, going to go in a little later.
SISTER: Sick. Came home from school.
MOM: Someone lost a file at work, causing headaches. My problems kick in, so mom goes to get new tags for the old car we have sitting over here so I have some wheels in the interim of my brake troubles. The battery's dead. Charge, and she goes to get it inspected to meet me over at the car repair place for the inspection.
Fails inspection due to an indication that flags NOT READY when the battery is disconnected, and the only way to fix it is to drive it.
(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hExQJcWh9ts/SrwiUWhjnnI/AAAAAAAAA9M/wIufRI6wl4o/s400/mal-reynolds-thumb-510x382-1432.jpg): "...yep, that went well."
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I think delivery drivers are expected to provide their own GPS, like they have to provide the car and gas.
I'd say it's a crap job but it seems to work out okay for Shinra.
(Incidentally, if anyone needs one, I don't really use mine...)
Sorry to hear you're having A Day, Dohl. Go build a turret on somebody's smoking chest and feel better.
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Well, I know it's A Day, but I can't help but laugh about it.
I just finished changing the plates on my temp wheels, and am about to head for workatopia.
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The chinese place I worked at made the customers give us directions to their house, which was then printed out on their receipt. It worked out a-okay!
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See, that would be an -intelligent- thing to do.
If there's one thing I've learned it's that the upper management of places like Pizza Hut are idiots.
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I'm not even sure how the fuck you're supposed to -get- a job at Pizza Hut these days. Their standards have become utterly ridiculous, to the point you'd think you were applying at the fucking Pentagon or something.
It's a fucking FAST FOOD DELIVERY JOB, people. Jesus Christ, why the hell should you have to fill out a 150-question survey to even be considered for the position?! :rage:
Supply and demand, innit? When 10% of the population needs work, even minimum-wage employers can afford to be picky.
I would just like to reiterate that I have a degree in computer science and currently work in a fucking warehouse.
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I wish there was a warehouse here for me to work at. It'd probably pay a lot better than what I'm doing now. ::(:
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So my GI Bill payment still hasn't come in, which means not only did my rent check bounce, but I also have to miss a day of classes because my car is out of gas, I live an hour away from school, and I'm broke. ::(:
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TB: You under chapter 33?
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Nah, chapter 30. I get my tuition paid for by the Illinois Veteran's Grant, so 30 was a better deal for me.
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Aha.
I'll be getting Texas's Hazelwood Act after my GI Bill benefits run out. All tuition paid for FOREVER, or so I'm told.
And the way I understand it, I'll be burning through Chapter 33 faster.
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Oh, and the VA call center is closed on Thursdays and Fridays, so I can't even call someone to see if my payment got fucked up somewhere.
:perfect:
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Oh yeah, I ran in to that problem for my own payments.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1m8a4Jl4ZI
This guy.
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Oh man.
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So I found out today that the VA sent my GI bill payment to my old bank account, which has been closed for FIVE YEARS. They said it will take two weeks to get it turned around and get my money to me.
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:;_;:
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Yeah, my car payment, electric bill, and rent are all past due, and my checking account is about $80 in the negative. If I can come up with $115, I can get my car payments deferred, and I managed to get two overdraft fees reversed, so it's not too godawful, but right now I have about $15 on a walmart shopping card until next wednesday.
So the moral of the story is: never trust the government to not horribly fuck everything up.
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Ted do you need some help
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Nah, I'll manage.
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Today I'm going to post a sign in my front yard with my number in case anyone in the neighborhood needs some odd jobs done for cash in hopes that I won't be bankrupt within a month.
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R2D2 do you need some help
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Yes but I'm not yet to the "begging for cash" bit of desperation yet. I presumably have a settlement coming for the car accident I was in back in August that will, also presumably, cover the medical bills from same. However my attourney apparently has fucking Glod Glodsson doing their settlement negotiation and moves slower than old people fucking so I'm not sure it will be here on time or be enough money.
I also have a decent income tax return this year so things will get better once some of this money starts coming in. I just need a couple hundred bucks to cover some bills and rent in the meantime.
Mostly I need a new job -- today's the start of a five-day vacation I didn't ask for and can't afford because my scheduled hours got cut down to 11 this week.
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So the roof that we asked them to fix back when we were robbed leaked again today, shorted out the power in most of the house, it's still dripping now, the sound is driving me insane, it's probably ruined my mattresses too, i can't get it to stop, real estate agency won't help, plumbers can't come, electrician is away, Tried to get compensation from real estate agency for thefts, got screwed over by them, still paying $320 a week for this awful place, Now i'm just sitting here hoping the power doesn't short out again, listening to dripping.
At least the house didn't catch fire.
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a million hugs is not enough for Stush.
we have to break out the big guns, guys. We have to use...
EVERY ANIMAL EMOTICON
:tldr:
:advice:
:kowhyee:
:wuv: shutup this counts
:derp:
:yarr: what you don't see the parrot
:nosir:
:;-(: hahaha ok he's just a human but he dresses like an animal
:sadpanda:
:slow:
:mikey: i'm honestly not sure if this one counts?
:holy:
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So last week I was supposed to do the background check, drug test and tax paperwork for my impending job at Walgreens.
Except the guy who was in the process of hiring me got transferred to a store an hour away and completely forgot about me, explaining why it was impossible for me to get ahold of him for the last week. Of course, they filled the position I was supposed to get already.
God DAMN.
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I've been very desperate for work, lately. So desperate, in fact, that I signed up with Labor Ready, a group that farms out the unemployed for the most menial of menial labor. My first job? Holding a sign for an H&R Block. Sounds simple enough.
Except for the ice-cold rain. I only managed 1 out of four hours of work. I was soaked. I lost motor control in my hands.
This is what my life has become.
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:;_;:
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"I need a career so I'd like to attend your college." "K" "I'm broke but my FAFSA says I'm eligible for big moneys." "K our financial aid department can help." "Cool how do I get started?" "By paying this $150 fee." "FFFFFFFUUUUUU"
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I've been very desperate for work, lately. So desperate, in fact, that I signed up with Labor Ready, a group that farms out the unemployed for the most menial of menial labor. My first job? Holding a sign for an H&R Block. Sounds simple enough.
Except for the ice-cold rain. I only managed 1 out of four hours of work. I was soaked. I lost motor control in my hands.
This is what my life has become.
Oh god
DN you are having The Shittiest Days
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Well, I still made thirty dollars, so it wasn't a total waste right?
...Right?
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That job paid thirty an hour?
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Nope, payed less than seven dollars an hour. The people at Labor Ready just didn't know I didn't work all four-five hours.
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:hi5:
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DN lives in a land that gloves and raincoats forgot, apparently. Where is this mythical place?
I mean, you have an outdoor job. Did you not expect winter to be cold?
What's fucking worse is you then proceeded to fucking cheat the only people willing to give your ass work! I WONDER why you can't find a job.
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:hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr: :hurr:
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Haha wait I am confused by that last bit and the $30 thing.
Did they pay you for all four hours without actually keeping track of you doing it?
I'd think that the only reason you can't actually stake the sign into the ground is that there must be some fee or law associated, and you'll get busted as soon as they report it to the actual advertised business.
But perhaps there is nothing to stop you from just absconding with the sign after 30 minute? Then just show up 30 minutes before the end of the 4th hour, acquire a few effects for appearing to have been outside, and profit?
Haha no really why do they pay Humans to hold up signs, there are wooden poles that can be inserted into the ground.
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Signs can't really, like, holler slogans and attract attention without probably violating laws about noise.
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That just seems weird. I see sign guys occasionally who don't yell or anything. They're hopelessly bored and often just trying to see how many times they can flip the sign in the air and catch it.
Which makes it impossible to read! Whoop whoop! It seems like such a waste on the advertiser's part.
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Question 1: How much does it to make a billboard sign, hire someone to paste in on (including gas), and to rent a billboard for a long period of time such as a month? The billboard is there because you would need something big to garner attention.
Question 2: How much does it cost in the same city to contract a company to send a man out for 35 dollars (DN you lied - 5 hours at seven $/Hr? Oh right, fees) during 1 peak traffic period every day, print a smaller sign (waving and movement attracts attention)?
Question 3: Between option 1 and option 2 in a specific arterial road, how much does customer traffic increase by employing either (1) or (2) after two weeks of no advertising during low-sales period?
3b: ...A high sales period?
This should answer your questions Doom.
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Signholders are actually encouraged to pull stunts with the signs. It attracts people's attention.
...and makes it impossible to read. Nobody ever accused outdoor advertisers of being extremely smart.
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HR Block does taxes. Tax season is short. Renting a billboard out for short periods of time doesn't make sense for every HR Block office, because you have to then hold onto the sign, upkeep, etc.
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DN lives in a land that gloves and raincoats forgot, apparently. Where is this mythical place?
I mean, you have an outdoor job. Did you not expect winter to be cold?
Haha hey fuck you. How was I supposed to know that a wife beater and short-shorts were not optimal attire?
What's fucking worse is you then proceeded to fucking cheat the only people willing to give your ass work! I WONDER why you can't find a job.
Again, fuck you sideways. I was actually given the job of handing out flyers. The H&R Block people didn't have any. They were actually surprised (and unsurprised) that I lasted an hour holding the sign. They literally took the sign away from me and made me leave.
Did they pay you for all four hours without actually keeping track of you doing it?
Well, of course, they implant me with a tiny tracking device and a shock collar. Fortunately, all I need to do is to get the people I'm working for to sign a piece of paper and I get paid.
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So you got that without even being dishonest?
double x :hi5:
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Yeah, making thirty dollars for being cold for an hour was pretty nice.
That my life has come to this point, though, that's the depressing part.
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I can't even get a job as a sign spinner. So you're better off than me! I have to stand in the cold and precipitation -- snow in the forecast today, f'rinstance -- AND occasionally get peed on.
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R^2 finally reveals his true nature as a fire hydrant.
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Close! I work at a dog daycare, which pays $9 an hour plus all the urine my clothes can absorb. Sometimes I get a little bonus courtesy of, to date, a Shepherd mix or Great Dane.
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It's topical that my shit days generally involve actual shit.
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Hey guys how many of you got bonuses from work on Valentine's Day? :D
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Apparently my dentist's office lady thought that 2 hours was a fair amount of time to do 5 crowns and 6 fillings (hint: it is not.)
The crowns came back completely upfucked (two teeth which were clearly convex in the back came in WAY concave, meaning they needed to be filed, big time. For starters.) After about ten times telling the guy "no, I can't freaking close my mouth without my jaw being dislocated yet" he started getting impatient and very probably destroyed too much of one of back ones, so now there's not even a baseline as to how my mouth SHOULD close right. I finally told the guy to stop on account of I didn't want him to keep going nuts and ruin all these $700 pieces of shit.
So I gotta go back on Wednesday for another round of adjustments, not to mention all the fillings that I didn't get, and lose a day of work to do it (which is a couple hundred bucks in itself). GOD I hate dentists.
(Yes I know we have a separate little topic for this, but fuck you, I'm having a Shit Day.)
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Oh Jesus. I feel your pain man.
Dentists are the worst things ever.
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Today I found out it could take up to thirty days for my GI Bill check to get back to me, instead of the 2 weeks I was told last week.
On the plus side, by that time, I'll should have my second GI bill check!
::(:
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I apologize in advance for any spelling errors that may occur.
You see, I can barely move my body without pain shooting through my back.
I hurt it the other day, then again today when, while taking the trash out, I slipped on the ice. I caught myself with my left arm, hurting my back horribly. But my foot hit the cart. This caused all of the garbage I was hauling to the dumpster to tip and fall all over my back.
This was bad but got worse after 7 hours of hard work. Now I can barely move.
After I finally decided to take a break, sit down, and try to figure out what I was going to do with my pain, my chest started hurting. Greeeeaaaat. With this new threat, I started winding down, eventually getting woozy and missing the cheese thing when I went to grab for it. I called my parents, got a ride home and dove into bed. Woke up a few minutes ago and I can't move. I screamed in pain sitting up to grab my laptop. Just typing is causing my back to twitch in an awful way.
And to top it off? I hadn't received one text from my girlfriend all day. She's been busy worrying about her friend and her idiotic boyfriend to text, apparently. I don't care if their relationship is doomed! I need attention from her dammit!
Especially today!
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Unless your girlfriend is a physical therapist I don't think that's who you need attention from.
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So I just learned my pills may have been confiscated by customs en route to me.
::(:
I don't know what this post went into PET PEEVES.
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Yeah Lottel you should probably go see an orthopedic. Spine injuries like slipped discs and such are not good times.
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A coworker of mine got forced to move under relatively short notice when her roommate lost her job. At the exact same time, her phone broke. So paying for a new phone and the deposit on her new place with little warning in addition to essentials like, you know, food left her pretty empty walleted and I fronted her her first month's rent, knowing there was a pretty good chance that if I got the money back at all it would be slowly.
Obviously, she hasn't really been focused on paying me back; that's fine. I had no plans to lay down any kind of law on her for a month or two at least, letting her get settled in before I dealt with it. She's been sick as shit and also pretty emotionally uneasy for the past week or so, and well, due to that and a few other reasons that aren't really defensible, she blew a lot of her money on Friday night. And yeah, I was pissed. Especially when she texted me last night asking if I would hate her if she needed to borrow more money to cover rent (answer: no, because the borrowing wouldn't be taking place). Except I didn't tell her that since, well, I'd work with her tonight and I wanted to talk to her personally instead of her getting the impression that I was pissed off at her through text messages. I mean, I am, but I'm willing to roll with it and let her know that I'm not going to be her bailout when the problem is her own damn fault, but I'm still her friend and if she needs help in any other way I'll be there.
She didn't come into work tonight because she got mugged last night a few hours after she had texted me and has been a wreck all day long.
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You, and I suppose by extension, your coworker, have my sympathy.
That's how bad that sounds. Right now, I'm wishing you dead out of pity instead of malice.
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Well now aren't you glad she had a good time with your money instead of just letting some mugger have it? (Srsly that sucks all around. When it rains it pours, eh?)
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Maybe I should just split off a fucking "THAD IS SICK" thread.
I've been on meds for valley fever for the past four or five months. My symptoms improved throughout the fall but started getting worse again once it got cold.
Went back to check in with the pulmonologist a few weeks back. He said to just keep doing what I'm doing. I asked, isn't it unusual to take this long to get over valley fever? He said yeah, it's unusual, but it happens sometimes, but just in case I should probably go in and get a new chest X-ray.
Went in for the chest X-ray last week. The doc at THAT office said he didn't think it looked like valley fever, and posited that maybe I had some collapsed alveoli in my lungs, but that he'd send it over to radiology and see what they had to say.
Got a voicemail from him on Friday; he said the radiologist said it's clean -- no valley fever, no nothin'.
Which isn't really comforting, because now we're back to not having any idea what the FUCK has been wrong with me for the past year.
I've definitely improved since starting my prescription meds, but since I'm on like 6 of them it's kinda hard to work out which ones are helping me and which aren't. I'm guessing they'll want me to go off my antifungal if I do not in fact have valley fever, which is a plus because that stuff makes me fart.
The doc said the next step was probably a CT scan. Which I think my insurance should cover, but I've got like a $7500/year limit or something, and I exceeded that last year and had to pay the last $800 or so out of pocket, and I expect a CT scan will take a huge chunk out of this year's coverage. I need to switch to a more expensive plan, but I don't think I can do that until the open enrollment period in July.
My cough started getting a lot worse again a couple weeks ago when it got cold again. It warmed back up last week but my cough didn't get any better. Now it's rainy and I think my cough's improving, but I've got a sore throat and serious congestion and this morning when I took my nasal spray it burned.
Also, I spent today flat on my fucking back with a migraine.
(EDIT: Oh also I forgot to mention I've been suffering hours-long bouts of motion sickness for the past week.)
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I don't think that 'get well soon' comes close to being an adequate response. ::(:
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Three and a half hours jumping between non-responsive government bureaucracy phone lines is... about as fun as it sounds.
I don't know if I should be glad or :tilt: at the fact that this isn't for me and person that is IS for has no idea I'm wasting my time for them.
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Two of my closest friends recently got engaged. Surprise! Wedding in one month. Surprise, the groom is being deployed for 12 months starting in April.
So we made all the necessary wedding plans and set up a wedding for the 20th. He found out tonight he's now being deployed on the 15th.
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Aaaand they just told me that they don't have enough time now to get married and get the paperwork in before he leaves for them to pay for her rent while he's gone... they were planning on moving somewhere with another bedroom so her sister can stay with her. She is physically disabled and can't live alone. Ugh,, I am so frustrated and I wish I could do something to help my friends.
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Wow, that sucks. A deployment is a terrible way to start off a marriage, though. Look at it this way, if their relationship can survive him being gone for a year, then it will last through just about anything.
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I just coughed and a giant blob of snot landed on my pants. FML
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I had to shave my beard.
My beard.
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Beards: Friend of the jawlineless man.
I bet your head looks like a balloon, now.
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Even if you shave off your beard, you can use eye-liner to add definition to your non-existent jawbone!
MAN PRISM POWER MAKE-UP!
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I used to enjoy beards, but now I just want to be clean-shaven all the time.
Of course, my laziness in shaving means that I just have a continual roguish stubble.
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I am visiting the girlfriend this weekend. Which means that I too must shave. ::(:
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Some girls do like facial hair. See how she feels about it.
ALSO:
I hope you are miraculously cured Thad. Will also be happy with a similarly expedient but less miraculous remedy.
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Oh she likes some. Just not my "I don't feel like shaving for a month" beard.
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:goodnews:
I found my GI bill money! Turns out, it was deposited into an account I had in the time after I got out of the army, but before I switched to USAA. Somehow, it was still open, and the money went there. They're sending me a new debit card, should be here in a few days.
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Yeah, it was great when I got mine. I didn't give the VA any bank information or anything, but it still found its way to my Navy Federal CU account anyway, probably via DFAS direct deposit records. I'm still using the NFCU account, so no big deal there.
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I had a bunch of shit days for about 3 months in a row. So then I went
"My job sucks and I have no time to work on Pike & Shot and that combination is making me depressed, like every day just sucks and I'm in a rut. I wish I could just find some contract work to bring some money in and then just try to make a living working for myself writing games and mobile apps and selling them."
So then I sent out three emails and within 30 minutes I got emails back fpr a contract offer with this guy for a blackberry app and some head hunter wanting me to come to his office in Toronto tomorrow about a contract job for blackberry/iPhone dev and then I said
"Wow, fuck this."
and I quit.
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(http://www.cossentino.com/corey/bender-applause.gif)
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:hi5:
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Of course, if I had stupidly large amounts of dollars saved up, I'd quit too.
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and then I said
"Wow, fuck this."
:barf:
and I quit.
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Niceeeee
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So I was on my way to the gym, minding my own business, when a spider dropped right into my mouth.
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But that's bonus protein!
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Good on you Geo.
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I have a hole in my tooth. I'm pretty sure it was a filling that fell out. It's just started hurting, and I've taken two Hydrocodone and four Bayer and all I've managed to do was make myself a little dizzy.
Oh, and I'm still unemployed.
EDIT: Okay, wait, I think the second hydrocodone is finally starting to kick in. whoa.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guCPHG2ys9k&feature=related
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Not really my shit day, because I live under the effects of a bizarre charm that keeps me safe from any kind of malady, but Roast Beef (aka my roommate).
His moms is in for cancer and his uncle is in for congestive heart failure + pneumonia + generally dying. To make matters worse, he's behind in his studies and can't really work through his epic level migraines.
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Not really my shit day, because I live under the effects of a bizarre charm that keeps me safe from any kind of malady,
Heaven protects children, sailors, and drunks.
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:whoops: TRIFECTA!
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Drunk child sailors?
That probably describes most of the staff during the age of discovery.
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My friend committed suicide.
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now I feel bad for dekarmaing you
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Don't worry about it.
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:sadpanda:
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:;_;:
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Still in Anger phase. I don't know how anyone could be so god damned selfish.
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Just holla if you need something.
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Geez, wow, I... holy smokes. I hope you're going to be okay.
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I saw a psychologist who specializes in bereavement when my aunt did this last year so luckily (is that word appropriate?) I think I am well equipped to deal with it.
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Glad to hear you're talking with someone who knows well what to do and say and think in this sort of situation. Really glad.
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Very sorry to hear it. Sincere condolences; don't imagine there's anything much I can do to help but you've got my IM just in case.
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...Would also like to think those who responded to my latest health update. It's been a pretty effing crazy week since. Spent last Saturday in the ER (don't worry, I'm fine, and frankly I shouldn't have gone as it was just a complete waste of 9 hours -- I am thinking it would make a hilarious webcomic, however, so perhaps one day I will post the whole story in that format). They still don't know what's wrong with me. Dizzy spells are getting less frequent and less severe but I'm still getting them; doctor thinks it's probably a drug interaction but does not know which of my 7 prescriptions are interacting; has recommended I start going off them one at a time.
Cough has gotten worse over past week or two (and even the past couple days) and I'm using my inhaler more frequently. I'm increasingly skeptical of the whole valley fever thing; I've never actually had a positive test for it. Two doctors have suggested the cough might be due to acid reflux, which doesn't make a whole hell of a lot of sense to me as I don't have any chest pains, but they claim sometimes people get acid reflux and the only symptom is a cough. So fuck it, I'm off the antifungal and on an antacid. Which doesn't exactly qualify as going off all my meds one by one, but there it is.
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Light Shit Day: I have a runny nose and chapped lips. It might not sound like anything, but I'd compare it to Chinese Water Torture.
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I get that whenever there's a flu coming on. I hate it. Get some chapstick and go lay down.
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Get some carmex and go lay down.
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I'm also feeling kinda sick. But my main symptom other than general malaise is painful diarrhea. I'd make a stupid pun on the thread name, but I feel just slightly too crappy to do so.
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I see what you did there but still think you could make a runnier joke than that.
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It's been done.
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One of our customers backed into my van in the company parking lot today. You know. The van I got five months ago after my car was totaled during a commute to the same job.
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Turns out my boss just can't let me get to work two hours earlier and leave two hours later one day a week because I am the senior programmer and would leave two programmers unsupervised.
Meanwhile he spends about 30% of his work day actually IN the office.
FUCKING HELL I AM FUCKING PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW
I HAVE LEFT BETTER JOBS FOR WORSE REASONS DON'T THINK I WON'T FUCKING DO THIS.
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So hey now my spare key that I use when I lock myself out has gone missing :mystery:
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Gone missing as in you lost it, or as in it's not where you keep it and you don't know why? 'cause you should probably start changing locks if it's the latter.
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The latter. I usually keep it on top of the door frame, but considering the problems I've had with my neighbors, I decided it would be wise to bring it inside. When I went to get it, it was missing. Now I'm at work until 10, I can't get ahold of my landlady, and I'm just a bit on edge from worrying. If I can't get ahold of my landlady tonight, I'm just going to change the lock and tell her later, since she doesn't have a key anyway.
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Yeah, your door effectively cannot be locked right now. I'd treat it as such.
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The toilet got clogged and overflowed during the night, ruining the upstairs and several thousand dollars of power tools.
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Why do you keep power tools in the bathroom around the toilet?
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Who was using your toilet that clogged it and didn't bother trying to fix anything?
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Who left power tools outside of their lockers or containers?
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Who buys thousands of dollars of power tools?
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WHYRAI
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I keep reading this as
Who does useful work?
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Why do you keep power tools in the bathroom around the toilet?
The Garage with the power tools is under the toilet
Who was using your toilet that clogged it and didn't bother trying to fix anything?
Unknown. No one took a dump that night, and part of the problem was a chain got caught in the tank, which is why it clogged, and then kept spewing water for 5 hours.
Who left power tools outside of their lockers or containers?
Up until now, we thought the side of the garage under the shelves was just fine for the table saw
Who buys thousands of dollars of power tools?
My father, who's a professional Wood Worker.
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Heeheehee. Wood worker. Anyway, someone else's Shit Day: the instructor just lost some dude's midterm.
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I'll keep this short and too the point: I feel like a failure cause I haven't programmed anythging worthwhile. All my programs and websites have sucked and haven't gotten me any closer to being liked at all. You guys all hate me, and with good reason since I'm an annoying little fat fucking troll who has no convocation skills.
Anyway, I got my ass kicked by an Image Board today and made myself look really stupid. I have no plans to try and fix the buggy image-board system.
anyway, how about a little help? Can I get some ideas for websites that wouldn't suck, and that you guys would visit?
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I'll keep this short and too the point: I feel like a failure cause I haven't programmed anythging worthwhile. All my programs and websites have sucked and haven't gotten me any closer to being liked at all. You guys all hate me, and with good reason since I'm an annoying little fat fucking troll who has no convocation skills.
Anyway, I got my ass kicked by an Image Board today and made myself look really stupid. I have no plans to try and fix the buggy image-board system.
anyway, how about a little help? Can I get some ideas for websites that wouldn't suck, and that you guys would visit?
REAL ADVICE FROM LOTTEL:
See the red parts? Those are the important parts. Stop trying to get us to like you. Stop trying to make something for us. Make something you like. Make something that you feel really strongly about. Then find an audience that will like it. Let's say a certain group doesn't like you. At all. They keep banning you and calling you a troll cunt and laughing at you. You don't need them. Go find people who like you and want to see the things you made.
There is vast internet. Go find another group of dicks to peddle your wares in front of.
I am not saying that because I don't want you here. I am saying that because it is the thing to do.
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What lottel said, excepting that assuming Kabbage formally lifts his ban from you there's probably one or two people here who'd be willing to try out your next effort.
Take some time to read a book, or just build some toys. Give a good idea some time to gel in your brain and ask yourself, "What does this idea do for someone else? Why will they enjoy it?"
I don't want to rag on you for ban evading, because maybe that's your thing but from what you're saying you'd probably do just as well not seeking acceptance from a squad of cock-strangling misanthropes.
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I will always play your terrible games because I take a special kind of satisfaction from being able to criticize them well
That said by the end of it I am so fucking annoyed that I played it I can't say much more than "fuck you"
Take Lottel's advice and find a place where people will treat you better, kiddo
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Also my shit day was today and it was when I put my fingertips on the hot stove for about five seconds and now half of them hurt really bad and the other half have no feeling
I could join the Men in Black! I need to learn to type with my right hand and left index finger before I die of pain though
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After this and reading your Tumblr and Formsprings I'm pretty sure you don't need to be around the kitchen. Ever.
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i am a great cook (by all accounts, anyway [2]), just absent minded
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I- you- Do- NERVE DAMAGE!? Um. I hope that gets better?
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Lack of feeling indicates a third degree burn
:advice:
Go to a fucking hospital before it gets infected
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Nah they're cool now (get it hahaha)
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Went to the doctors. Found out I have a Sinus infection, a fever, and bronchitis.
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(http://brontoforum.us/index.php?action=dlattach;attach=2501;type=avatar) Went to the doctors. Found out I have a Sinus infection, a fever, and bronchitis.
You don't say.
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I could really use some advice. My brother has told our parents he won't be going back to school after this semester. He's 19 and goes home every weekend to hang out with his loser friends who are still in high school, he can't stop spending every cent he has on fast food (he will spend upwards of $100 a week when he has the money), and I just don't know what he's thinking. He is so smart, has a full ride scholarship, but he just doesn't respond to anything my parents have tried. Rewards or punishments don't have an effect. They've told him to enjoy the rest of the semester but he can't come back home again. They aren't going to let him live at home as an unemployed 20 year old so he'll have to get his own place and a job to support himself - although he hasn't been able to find even a part time job this year.
So later this week when I've calmed down enough to make sense but am still upset enough to give him a piece of my mind without holding back I'll be giving him a really mean older sister call. If anybody has any advice or experiences to relate, I'll add them to my growing lists of points to make to him. I have no clue how to motivate a teenage boy. But shit, I'd give anything to just chill out and go to 12 hours of class a week, without having to work or worry about paying for anything.
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Also frustrating because this could seriously cause problems in our parents' marriage due to their disagreements on how to handle him.
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Get him to become an officer of the world's most respected military organization? (http://officer.marines.com/rmi)
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Eh, that is really not something my family does. Convincing him to join would be more difficult than any other option.
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From experience, the people who start off more rebellious have more often made the stronger leaders than the sheeple.
Just saaaaayin'....
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He's not rebellious. He's just a lazy ass.
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School sucks, let him take time off if he wants. If his friends go away for college he won't be able to see them then anyway and it'll be easier for him to hunker down at school. Not everyone is equipped to spend the first 25 years of their life in school.
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I would agree, but we can't afford to send him to school at a later time, and leaving now means he will lose his scholarship.
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Trick him into doing things that will help him make friends at school like joining clubs or something so he wants to come home less and has people to talk to without having to drive home on the weekends
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Hassling him is only going to get a token, insincere gesture on his part at best, just enough to get you off his back for a while. At worst, he'll completely shut you out. I can tell you that much.
Have you tried convincing him to go to college on a trial basis? Let him know that he can drop out at any time, whenever he wants?
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This basically describes my oldest friend.
He is now nearly 31 and has been doing variety of dead-end factory jobs for the past five or so years after doing nothing for the previous five. Finally, he is joining the Navy this year since he will basically have no future otherwise (but this is actually a good personal choice as he doesn't mind authority when he has no escape from it).
So no, not all of these people become "future leaders". Those are just the ones who DO eventually find themselves and who write about it (or have things written about them) that we later read or hear about. Not everyone does that.
As for taking the time off, that's relative: Everyone I know who has taken off a year or two of school to do something worthwhile (personal project, travel, etc.) was okay or the better for it - even if that project failed, they still had a goal or plan and worked towards it. Everyone I know who took time off and just sloshed around uselessly was worse off for it (except for one old pothead friend of mine who got a job with the Nuclear Power corp, but he is a... rather unique guy).
If you fall off the rails in school for more than 2-3 years, it WILL hurt you. If you spend those years doing nothing it will DEFINITELY hurt you. Worse case, he could wind up like my roommate, who has been described elsewhere (short version: he lived in his parent living room doing nothing for over a decade. He's still doing nothing now.).
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Anyway, a lot of that is depressing and unhelpful. I just want to emphasize that him taking time off is not always just youth rebellion, or someone taking the time to find themselves.
The most important thing I can say is that thankfully it is early. He may go back to school a year fro now and things will be okay. Especially if his friends are all in school and he has been left behind.
I do think that it's worth it for you to yell at him this one time, as maybe it will have some impact coming from a different source. But if not, I wouldn't bother turning into a harridan. Let him be and just keep an eye on him. I agree your parents shouldn't coddle him - whether he's just "in a phase" or not, he shouldn't get the message that idleness will be supported (if he had an actual plan, that'd be different).
If after six months or a year it looks like he'll get his shit together, then good, let him be. If not, well, it might be time to look at other options. But don't bother until then. Give him his chances. Or his rope.
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He went to UT Arlington, then TCC, then UT Tyler, this is his third year of college :(
I know my parents have been struggling with him for a while and I've stayed out of it. I am not the greatest at family stuff and when I left at 16 I fought and struggled to never have to go back and so staying out of stuff is just the way things are. From what I have heard, my brother looks up to me and was pretty self-deprecating when he didn't make a high enough score to become a national merit scholar and kind of went into a funk where he told my parents to leave him alone because he wasn't me. I'm not trying to sound conceited or anything, he's very smart, but I don't want him to react by going even farther in the wrong direction because I yell at him... I want him to know it's because he can do a lot more than being a college dropout and we all have higher expectations from him.
Honestly we come from an extended family on both sides full of people who were content not to go to college, to become hopeless alcoholic unemployed losers who go in and out of jail and are basically miserable for their entire lives and wind up being in abusive relationships, unheard of for years (maybe dead), or dead of suicide. So we are pretty much panicking atm because in our family it's either one extreme or the other.
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You shouldn't go to University until you want to, cause you won't finish unless you do. A lot of people don't want to be in school anymore after Highschool. They need to go out and earn a living doing something else first. That way, if they find they want to do something that they need to go to school for, they will and they will want to.
Just going to college because that's what comes after Highschool, some people don't have the natural discipline to do that and it takes a cold hard reality of spending some time learning what you actually want to do with your life to get the inspiration to battle that poor discipline.
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He went to UT Arlington, then TCC, then UT Tyler, this is his third year of college :(
Uhh do you want me to personally beat him up?
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yes
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If you're aware of his interests, get some examples of careers he can access by using his scholarship. Maybe he can see common sense.
I have no clue how to motivate a teenage boy. But shit, I'd give anything to just chill out and go to 12 hours of class a week, without having to work or worry about paying for anything.
Maybe mention this.
I think ultimately you need to convince him that he is choosing the greater of two lazy evils. When he is homeless and broke he will take any shit job and risk tanking his life when he could just take those 12 hours of class a week on a free ride. What part of free ride eludes him? Yes maybe he will skip Uni and discover some super sweet quasi-dream job that gets him along, but it'd be terrible advice on my part to recommend you go for the Magical Gamble over the Sure-Fire Free Ride.
You are an excellent sister for caring so much for the fellow, but ultimately it is every man's choice whether or not to be a lazy sack of shit. Try to steer him away from it, but hopefully it will open his eyes to be thrown into the cold, uncaring world world if he refuses to budge.
Stay strong, stay true. Speak with true concern for him. Make it carry in your voice. Trick him into wanting to go to University because who wants to work? Lazy people are predictable to a fault. Good luck.
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You shouldn't go to University until you want to, cause you won't finish unless you do. A lot of people don't want to be in school anymore after Highschool. They need to go out and earn a living doing something else first. That way, if they find they want to do something that they need to go to school for, they will and they will want to.
Just going to college because that's what comes after Highschool, some people don't have the natural discipline to do that and it takes a cold hard reality of spending some time learning what you actually want to do with your life to get the inspiration to battle that poor discipline.
V. True
I vaguely regret sticking with the last two years of college just for the sake of completion, because I really did not learn too much of interest. It feels like wasted money and time. On the other hand, I got my piece of paper in December and just got a pretty good job in my field that I might not have gotten without it.
I can definitely say for sure that college is not necessary if you are motivated enough to decide what you want to do and read books, study the subject, and become competent in it on your own. My old roommate dropped out after a year, ran with what he knew (building websites, programming databases), learned a couple new languages, and used the time to build up his online portfolio and get a badass job as lead programmer for that site Virb. It's just a matter of figuring out if school is the most efficient way to help you learn your craft or not. In my case, at least after the second year, it really wasn't.
Does your brother seem like he even remotely knows what he wants to do just yet?
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I definitely regret having a totally useless degree, and having pretty much wasted four years of my life.
But I don't regret having *a* degree. Because while I slosh around in shit-job-land working to make enough money to eventually go back to school, people don't give me crap for being 'uneducated' and the shit-jobs I can get all pay more than the shit jobs that'd otherwise be open to me.
In my case I just wasn't equipped to make the proper choices eight, nine years ago. So I dunno... your mileage may vary?
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I dunno Mongrel. If you're going the art route (which you are, right?), I'd say just take the time to learn the dicks out of the most recent, most widely-used programs, then just focus on making a really impressive portfolio. I don't know if a degree helps as much as you might expect in a lot of fields.
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I've pretty much given up drawing, actually.
Quite bluntly, all the software in the world won't do shit for a bad artist. I'd need to be a whole fuck of a lot better to ever get anything out of that.
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Not art, no. But if you're going to learn something like animation, going through school is pretty much going to guarantee you a job in the field, since most companies want fresh meat.
EDIT: That's sad, Mongrel. I don't know why or how that could happen. I mean, I'm no Botticelli, but I can't give up drawing. It's like herpes.
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That's sad, Mongrel. I don't know why or how that could happen.
I went to bad schools, had bad teachers, and copped attitude to boot (I am far from blamemess for my own incompetance). I And that was the end of that.
Almost everything I ever learned was self-taught, not because of a deliberate decision, but sheer necessity. In the end I reached the limits of my ability to self-teach.
To become a better artist, I need a lot of one-on-one time with someone who's really good. For me to ever dream of basic competance, I would need the freedom to do little projects on my own in peaceful solitude, but have someone who was generous enough to offer critiques at the stages when I was ready for them.
This is not what art school offers. This is not even what a community of peers offers. I am not as naturally talented as some, so if still wished to make a career with art I would have to invest in a very specific style of training. This will never be offered by anyone, barring huge sums of money to basically get a pro on continual retainer.
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V. True
I vaguely regret sticking with the last two years of college just for the sake of completion, because I really did not learn too much of interest. It feels like wasted money and time. On the other hand, I got my piece of paper in December and just got a pretty good job in my field that I might not have gotten without it.
I can definitely say for sure that college is not necessary if you are motivated enough to decide what you want to do and read books, study the subject, and become competent in it on your own. My old roommate dropped out after a year, ran with what he knew (building websites, programming databases), learned a couple new languages, and used the time to build up his online portfolio and get a badass job as lead programmer for that site Virb. It's just a matter of figuring out if school is the most efficient way to help you learn your craft or not. In my case, at least after the second year, it really wasn't.
Does your brother seem like he even remotely knows what he wants to do just yet?
Hm, this is something to think about. He was some sort of engineering and from what I heard he was not doing so well with the science. My parents convinced him to switch to computer science (they're both programmers) and he seemed fairly excited about the switch. But I don't think he knows anything yet.
And I told them not to put him in apartments. I think he needs to be in dorms to be forced to be around people in his same place.
That was before he wanted to quit school altogether though. My thoughts on it at this point, and what I told my parents, is that it won't help to continue to throw money for school at him if he doesn't want to go. I have a friend whose dad still does that for her, and she has been failing classes consistently and living off of his money for 9 years straight now.
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You can't motivate someone, only convince them to motivate themselves.
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Yeah. Until he genuinely wants this, it's not going to mean anything to him. It's just going to be more work. He has to get to the point where he sees it as a means to get what he wants, and not just an annoying burden.
Granted, getting him to figure out what he wants is no cup of tea. I guess the best you can do is get him considering the long term somehow. What's going to bring him long-term satisfaction, verses aimless short-term McDickery with his friends.
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You're all right, thanks guys. Helps me get an idea of a direction for my angry sister bitching-out.
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I should mention at this point that I never actually earned my degree, and am doing pretty fucking well. Of course I wasn't doing pretty fucking well all the way up to age 27 and am paying for it now, so there's your options.
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I know a lot of guys like this. Good friends of mine.
For them it was a free ride but all they wanted to do was make sure life stayed the same. They started smoking way too much pot and a few got arrested (for other reasons).
One of them finally went to a therapist. Turns out he had something-or-another and was being treated for it. He's now double majoring in a fairly good school with an almost free ride.
May not be entirely applicable, but maybe it's not just that he is lazy? Is he super afraid of change and is freaking out about it?
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Dropping out of college was a huge mistake and probably the thing I'd go do over if I had the chance to pick something in my adult life to redo. Hence college now. I imagine this is a lesson people must learn for themselves though.
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A little late on the advice train, but I ditto SCD. See if he'll consider joining the military. 4 years in the Navy will ACTUALLY fly by, and he'll get three-to-four years of college pretty much paid for.
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Not so much a shit day, but this did make me feel like a piece of shit human being:
Earlier today I walked out into a parking lot and I noticed an oddly placed green car, the driver (thin, white hair in a pony tail, I think with glasses, couldn't tell the gender) resting his/her head on the steering wheel. First thought that ran through my head: "Oh, is that person okay?". I quickly reasoned that he was probably just looking straight down into his cell phone, and left him to his own devices.
Some time later, I'm on the other side of the street a good half-block or so away but still with a clear view of his car, which is now surrounded by people and an ambulance. I was never able to find out what actually happened.
So today, I (unintentionally) ignored a person who was in desperate need of aid, and for all I know he could be dead because the Emergency Dispatch was notified too late.
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I've almost ran someone over twice this week.
I'm mostly just pissed about that. Watch where you're going, walkies!
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DN, I don't know what in particular I could tell you to make you feel better, but you can't change what you did or didn't do. All you can do is move forward and let this experience help you in future situations.
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For what it's worth DN, you're not the only person who's been in situations like those.
If you're interested in learning what to do in situations like that, Standard First Aid is a course that a friend of mine took right after. Guy says that he's happy to know that if it happens again, he'll know what it might be and what to do.
Also, it looks pretty good on a resume!
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You could reassure yourself with the cynical view that sure, they seemed like they were in a bad spot this time, but had they just been looking down at a phone, going up to their car and checking might just have gotten you punched.
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So it looks like someone is working under my social security number in the next state over.
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I barely passed one of my midterms. ::(:
But I'm the third-from-top score in my class! :perfect:
But it's not graded on a curve. ::(:
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My sister just had another seizure after they upped her medicine after it happening not two weeks ago.. God I really wish I could do something but it's a illness that I cant help. :sadpanda: :sadpanda: :sadpanda:
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Yeah, that's the worst, the feeling of helplessness. Tell Jen I said I hope everything turns out ok.
Update on my broken finger: had a followup with the doctor yesterday. It was supposed to be my last, but the nail on that finger has become ingrown and infected due to the break. So I have 10 days of antibiotics, another doctor visit in two weeks, and the possibility of incredibly painful surgery. :perfect:
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Seasonal Allergies.
OTC Clairitin. Has worked last two years. No longer stops cough.
Doc gives me perscription for Allegra. One a day. Is effective four about four to six hours after taking one.
Switched to MucinexDM. Gross trickle of mucus down the back of my throat reduced, coughs reduced but cannot be eliminated. Suppelementing with coughdrops.
Regardless of what I'm on, I feel sluggish and a hair disoriented. Doc says that's probably gonna be normal. Fun. I hate you spring. Flowers can go fuck themselves.
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And some of them do!
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Light Shit Day: I have a runny nose and chapped lips. It might not sound like anything, but I'd compare it to Chinese Water Torture.
I would quite like to go off all my meds in the hopes that this would remove whatever is causing my dizzy spells. However, it has been rainy as hell (er, what passes for "rainy as hell" in Phoenix metro, which is "a couple days a week for a few months") and we are coming up on the worst allergy season in a goddamn decade.
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I nearly broke my finger trying to turn a light on, tripped over a network cable, had a pallet break under my feet so I went facefirst into a pile of boxes, got a faceful of keys because I am not good at catching, got hit by an elevator door, walked into a car, sneezed so hard that my vision blacked out for a few seconds, put a pallet down on the side of my foot, and caught boxes on my face and right in the chest, winding me, because again, I am not good at catching.
This is a pretty normal day for me, really.
[Oh yeah, I also burned my tongue on a hot chip.]
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...that is terrible...
...might i offer you a hat...?
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Poor Stush. Sounds like you could use a beer. Here, I'll toss you one!
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NO YOU FOOL
HE'S AUSTRALIAN
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car got towed
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnHmskwqCCQ
I nearly broke my finger trying to turn a light on, tripped over a network cable, had a pallet break under my feet so I went facefirst into a pile of boxes, got a faceful of keys because I am not good at catching, got hit by an elevator door, walked into a car, sneezed so hard that my vision blacked out for a few seconds, put a pallet down on the side of my foot, and caught boxes on my face and right in the chest, winding me, because again, I am not good at catching.
This is a pretty normal day for me, really.
[Oh yeah, I also burned my tongue on a hot chip.]
car got towed
Uhhhhhhh...
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnHmskwqCCQ
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...I should probably go through with that "Thad's Health" threadsplit, because today was actually not a shit day at all! It was the first time in weeks where I didn't have a serious dizzy spell, and I was much more energetic and productive. I vacuumed, put dishes away, washed some sheets, and inventoried a box of comics!
...but I never did get around to playing Mass Effect like I said I was going to on that other thread.
Anyway! Going off my meds seems to be helping. Well, my allergies are worse, but at this point that's a small price to pay.
Still coughing, though, so I'm pretty much back where I was in January or so.
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*Catches the beer with my face*
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Today was really awesome up until about 20 minutes ago.
I was talking with a girl I haven't really talked to in months and am somewhat infatuated with over Facebook. On top of that, my tax return made it into my account not thirty minutes before the post office closed, and I needed the money to get a money order to send out payment for a ticket that will increase in penalty if it's not sent out today. Hooray!
I go to the post office, wait in line 'til about ten minutes before they close, and when I'm being helped, realize that the debit card I received about a month ago because my bank was worried about fraud's PIN wasn't working. I hadn't used it as debit yet, so this was a fun little reveal. I call the bank, and all they can do is send me a new PIN by mail. Awesome!
I then return home and after bitching in #FF go back on Facebook and see that a guy I know that for some reason feels like he basically always needs to outdo me, who denied (but dropped "subtle" hints) sleeping with the girl I liked when I was first trying to go out with her a few months back talking to her in the topic. The conversation basically being "hey remember all those times I fucked you when he was trying to go out with you? We should do that again."
So yeah, today went from everything working out to as shitty as possible in half an hour. I think that's a personal best.
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Here.
(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp284/nekoxgaara/hug.jpg)
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My debit cards usually don't work until I activate them at an ATM. Maybe that will help?
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Rygaron, you should make a joke or something that makes him look like a tool in front of everyone, and then he'll explode and the girl will be YOURS.
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Actually, I was just planning on getting really good at guitar, saving an alien planet with said guitar skills, then doing an awesome air-riff in front of him to blow him off his feet and run off with the girl.
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Ask her publically if he was any good.
This could end up either irritating or extremely awesome.
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Hey, it's after midnight. That makes this the ten-year anniversary of my 18th birthday, and just a few short days from April, and the anniversary of my graduation, and that fucking hideous summer. Everything should have been fine, but I made it worse, like I've done to pretty much everything since.
Ten years later, nobody knows what to get me because I won't tell them and my actual birthday party is a weird, lopsided affair, just like it was back then.
I still haven't told anyone that I have to pay $900 to the city of Wichita by June or go to jail for three weeks. I really want to pay Esperath for those CDs I was going to buy, but that fine's kind of obviating that—yet I still find myself making up the $18 difference for my trade-ins for FF13, to keep up appearances, which makes me feel like a heel.
Happy birthday, Jason. There's vodka in the fridge but you have to work tomorrow morning. Try not to stay up til 5 like you did every other night this week.
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Newbiieeeee, I could send you money. :( I have a bit to spare!
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Weren't all your earthly possessions jacked?
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Seriously though.
Newbie.
If it comes down to you going to jail or borrowing it, I'll give you the money with no set time line on paying it back. I'd rather be out .71 percent of my trust fund than to see one of you dudes go to jail.
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If I can buy Lee-Ham a PS3 (buy, not lend him the money for) I think I can help here
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Guys, you're awesome and I really appreciate it.
If I'm lucky, it won't come to that. I think I'm getting a fair bit back on my tax return to pay the bulk of it. If I've miscalculated how much I'm getting back, I might borrow part. I'll be mortified, though, so I'm going to do as much as I can to take care of it myself.
I'm honored by the offers for assistance, though. INTERNET BROS FOR LIFE
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At around 8:30, while in class, my body decided it was diarrhea and projectile vomit time! I spent a little over an hour abusing the toilet until I got the strength and energy to go home. Since then I've been trying to rest, but ultmately just writhing in agony on my bed, occasionally broken up by trips to the bathroom.
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Food poisoning? Hopefully it's winding down rather than getting worse? :/
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Apparently there is some nasty stomach flu going around. My fiance got it a month ago and couldn't eat for five days.
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Do you mean fiancee
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or financier?
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Buge will you be my financier
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In addition to this powerful illness, I've also been having dreams and hallucinations about Canadian body snatchers all day.
I'm not too worried, though, as everyone knows Canadian body snatchers can't survive in the harsh Texas climate.
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Mexico is the Canada of the south.
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Cellphone falls in puddle, breaks. Go to AT&T store to get a replacement and find out my plan is up, which is good, because that makes a new phone much cheaper.
Call my mom (main phone on the plan) from the store phone to get info I need and she doesn't pick up. By the time I get home she's already called back the store number, talked to the guy, and had me taken off the plan since the contract is up.
I can't afford a plan of my own, so no cellphone. I can understand her not wanting me on her plan for another two years, but I would have appreciated her at least waiting to talk to me about how much longer I'll be able to pay for my share of the bill before just killing it.
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On the plus side, you can't possibly get a worse plan.
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God, that really sucks. I am still on my parents' plan even though I haven't lived at home in 8 years. It's only about $10 more to keep me on since we all share minutes. I can't imagine how frustrated I would be if I had to pay for a whole plan myself.
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In Canada, family plans are nearly non-existant. When they do exist they're not that much of a savings.
But then (as I've lamented before) 3rd world nations regularly beat Canada for quality and usefulness of cellphone service, sooooo...
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Good luck to you, Newbie.
My much-less-shitty day: my sink is full of bugs. There must be a gap in the window hardware.
I don't know what they are. Not mosquitoes or ants, which is a plus, but there are a shitload of them and they make me itchy. Mayflies?
Anyway. I don't know whether they were just going toward the light or if a rainstorm's coming.
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If they are tiny little black winged things, they are probably gnats. They live in the actual drain.
There are various ways to build traps using a bit of apple vinegar (http://www.ehow.com/how_2049698_build-gnat-trap.html). I avoid the fancy plastic nonsense and add a bit of poison to the vinegar dish. I usually just keep a small tray near the sink that gradually fills with corpses while my kitchen rituals become fastidiously clean.
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I hope they are not pantry moths or you will have to throw everything away.
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Good luck to you, Newbie.
My much-less-shitty day: my sink is full of bugs. There must be a gap in the window hardware.
I don't know what they are. Not mosquitoes or ants, which is a plus, but there are a shitload of them and they make me itchy. Mayflies?
Anyway. I don't know whether they were just going toward the light or if a rainstorm's coming.
Back when we were living in barramunga, one night, we walked into the laundry to find that all of the walls were covered in a solid layer of little flying bugs. apparently they were stuck to the spider webs that cover every single house wall in australia.
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they were stuck to the spider webs that cover every single house wall in australia.
I already knew this and combine this with everything else, I set forth the motion to bomb the ever living shit out of Australia with every bomb we have.
EDIT:
OH GOD. What if it makes it worse? WHAT IF THEY MUTATE?!
Second motion, if the bombs fail to cleanse Australia, I propose an immediate evacuation of the planet, detonating the core as we go.
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Then the spiders will learn to survive in hard vacuum. Thanks Lottel, you just doomed the galaxy.
::(: asshole.
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Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit.
There is only on other option. People must kill themselves before Australia can! IT'S ALL WE CAN DO. Women and children first!
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FUCK
The good lens on my camera just broke.
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You know, for the longest time I couldn't bring myself to care about the game engine I spent so much time building last year. To the point where I didn't even bother to back it up to anything but the external.
Now that the external seems to be fried, though...
(http://hundredcoins.org/brentai/images/00746.gif)
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Went out to my car to go to the bank and the ignition cranked, but it never turned over. Turns out it needs a new fuel pump.
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Today I learned that if you try to be a good person to a dumb person, you will inevitably be fucked over.
And of course the best part is that they don't even realize that they're fucking you over.
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That's a lesson ol' Kabbage has learned about five times over. Being selfless is all well and good, but folks will do what's in their best interests every dang time. If they're too oblivious or too much of an asshole to feel guilty about doing something wrong, they'll do it. No incentive not to.
ALL GAIN - NO PAIN
:advice:
THEY'RE GAME
(APPARENTLY)
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I know things are looking bad, but... Just, please don't succumb to (http://brontoforum.us/Themes/default/images/post/ayn.gif)
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That's what I'd expect a parasite to say. The strong take, the weak complain.
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The brain slugs! The ADAM! It all makes sense!
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(http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d153/Rattrap007/List%20of%20Crap/question1.jpg)
"Did somebody just say 'aglets?' 'cause I think I just heard someone say 'aglets.'"
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Finding out that I've developed lactose intolerance by today being a very literal shit day.
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Well, if it's just a one-time thing, perhaps you just had some bad/tainted milk?
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Nah, it's definite now. Either the scientist or the fool in me figured out that it was a serious possibility about a week ago when I lived off milk for the day, and decided to choose to consume dairy-based foods all day every couple days to see the reaction.
Milk is definitely no longer my friend.
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How bad is it? Like "Oooh, that Lasagne's giving me gas," or "Those were milk chocolate chips in that cookie!*Choke Barf Diarrhea*"
Because there are alternatives.
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It doesn't seem bad. I can have a bowl of cereal or icecream a day and not feel anything. Three or so glasses of milk though and the next morning I can hardly move from stomach pain and spend half the day on the toilet.
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There's... a lot of that going around, actually. I've had LA for the past couple weeks and I've been hearing about it more than usual from other people.
It can be brought on by various intestinal infections but isn't necessarily permanent. Lay off the dairy for a week or so and then try small amounts until you're sure you can drink it again without becoming a anti-tank air rifle.
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Also consider Lactaid or other milk without lactose.
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Came home from work to a fire in our apartment that had just been dealt with. Nothing lost but our dryer (which is what caught on fire), but we've probably got smoke damage seeped into plenty of stuff and this means I've gotta begin the arduous process of packing up, since the apartment complex is going to let us just pick up and move to another unit and we're probably going to go ahead and do so.
So yay, surprise moving!
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It wasn't you or your roommate's fault, then?
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Nope, they think it was a bird building a nest in the dryer vent where it lets out outside.
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Oh yeah, that'll suck. Dangerous and nasty. For a while at my last apartment we were wondering why there were sometimes bits of feathers stuck to our clothes; turns out there was a nest in the dryer vent and a couple of birds had gotten stuck in the tubes and died there. Considering what could have happened, I think we got lucky.
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Since I've had to bail on two DnD sessions now I figure I owe some people some sort of explanation.
My grandma's health has taken a sharp turn for the worse. Her cancer has spread bad enough they are going to have to start taking out chunks of organs. She'll have to have a colostomy bag and may need a caretaker for a year or so. Been dealing with that for a few days.
My uncle fell off a roof and onto a pile of stuff so his left arm is basically powder. Fucked up his back. Still in surgery. This was Saturday. Probably won't walk well ever again. Definitely won't be able to use his left arm.
And my girlfriend and I have been fairly rocky this week. Being emotional from family shit isn't helping.
So I've been in no mood for anything fun. And been diving into my job and homework head first.
Not that great of an excuse, I know, since I am volunteering for work but I need to work more to get my mind off shit and build up some hours because I'll have to take a lot of time off to go help my grandma and uncle here soon.
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Hey, I hope things start getting better for you soon.
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Yeah, best of luck to you.
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That... is pretty awful, Lottel. Just do what you need to do.
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The last few weeks it's been building up and today, four months later, it really sunk in.
My dad's gone. I will never talk to him again. I keep forgetting he's dead lately, I keep thinking to myself, I better call dad, I haven't talked to dad in a while. When he died, we were pretty much estranged from each other - spoke to him once every six months and that was it. The last time I talked to him, he called me for computer help a few months before he died. It was a bad time, I told him i'd call him back. I was going through some depression at the time - I never ended up calling him back. I blew him off.
Every time I scroll through the contacts on my phone I see 'Dad' there and his number. I want to press the button and call him every time. It's funny, when he was alive I dreaded even hearing his voice when I picked up the phone, and now that he's dead, I want to call him, apologize for what a terrible son he's been, tell him I love him and I miss him. Tell him I want him to meet my wife and see that I've become a man and self sufficient and don't need him to worry about me anymore. Tell him he didn't fail me as a father as much as I made him believe he did. But I can't. I'm never going to see him again, call him again, hear his voice again. I can hardly even remember what he sounded like. When he died, I'd spoken to him three times in as many years.
the moral of this story is call your fucking dad.
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:sadpanda:
I don't know if it's any consolation, but my dad and I are probably going to do the exact same thing.
At least you're in some kind of company?
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Got laid off from Radio Shack today.
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:(
Will the navy take you back?
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Radio Shack
This may be the wrong thread.
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Got laid off from Radio Shack today.
I tried to buy a phone from radioshack to help a job there the other day.
You guys kind of can't offer anything that the dealers can. I'm sorry.
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Aren't you in school?
Or was this your "while-I'm-school" job.
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Also: Have had chest pains that run down my arm and go into my back since 4:30 PM yesterday. Already went to the hospital last night and checked out fine.
Not being in immediate danger of death, may have made this a candidate for the Good Times thread instead, but since it's still going on today.
*sigh*
Then again I did get to be covered in electrodes for a while, which is always fun.
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How much of your pelt did they have to shave?
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:(
Will the navy take you back?
Yes, they can, but I don't want to go back.Radio Shack
This may be the wrong thread.
Agreed.Aren't you in school?
Or was this your "while-I'm-school" job.
Yes.
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How much of your pelt did they have to shave?
None of it.
It defies shaving, you see.
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I love ending a perfectly miserable night with vision problems and flu-like symptoms with shitty discussions in a car and the only thing you want to do is claw your eyes out and walk home in the rain several miles in the dark with little to no night vision.
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I hope you're better today...
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claw your eyes out
NOOO you just got them fixed!
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Fixed in the sense of a dog, apparently.
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Don't make fun of her puppy-dog eyes.
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Well, yesterday, my dad went to the emergency room for congestive heart failure. He's doing better this morning. I already griped about this to #finalfight, and don't really feel like recapping.
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This is quite the week you're managing to have, McDohl, though I suppose your dad's week looks rather worse than your own.
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The condition I mentioned a couple days ago (it's called Costochondritis) basically works likes this. I get random inflammations in the cartilage in my chest that make me feel like I'm having a heart attack, only I'm not (Haha! Nice one, mother nature! Oh boy, you got me real good! Whatta gag!)
Anyway, I've had it for like 20 years, but it's never caused me any great problems or lasted for more than a few hours, tops.
It's being a real bitch this time though. I technically have a clean bill of health (EKGs, chest x-rays, all the rest), but I'm four days in this time. It was bad enough earlier this afternoon that I couldn't even breathe properly, instead taking these little shallow gasps.
:rage:
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That sucks, man :(
FIGHT IT
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LOL, at one point I did start taking really deep breaths out of sheer rage.
Kind of helped a bit, actually. But then so did all the painkillers I just mainlined.
Normally I avoid taking painkillers just so they're more effective when I really need them. This came in handy today. WOO HIGH NOW.
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Good luck getting over with it, man. This sounds really crazy..
So, the night after I taught biological warfare, I got sick from a student in front of me during an exam.. I have two exams on Tuesday back to back, and my efficiency is cut. I am hurting..
I think this is irony, but I really just want to get well so I can think again.
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So I get called into work early today. This would have made for a good day, except....
I missed Free Comic Book Day, I had to ride my bike to work in the rain, it was WAY too busy at work because of a promotion the store is doing (you buy an apple pie and get a free box of ice cream) and it was really, really warm on the way home (which would have been nice except I was wearing a leather jacket).
Also I'm living in fear of not being able to afford food for the next little while.
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I am having a really shit time right now.
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Looks like a major water line burst and Boston's entire water supply is contaminated by the Charles river. It was kind of surreal seeing my entire neighborhood begrudgingly operating without their daily coffee for the first time in years.
Thankfully my roommate has a comically massive pot she used to boil like 20 gallons of water in, so we're doing alright for the most part.
I forget when they said this would be fixed but I think it's going to be an entire week that the city can't drink its water.
I am having a really shit time right now.
:(
PM ME WHAT'S WRONG
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tomorrow I'm gonna PM you so hard
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Good luck MCE with your downs, and Boston.. har har.
Glad to see you have a friend with a plan B Kabbage. Hopefully you got a couple of old quart-size milk jugs full of water just in case as well
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Feel like just boiling isn't really enough if there's any kind of sediment or contaminant in it. Might be worth spending a couple hours driving to someplace where they'll have water and buying a bunch there, if you really need water.
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As long as he doesn't mind competing with everyone else in Boston who gets the same idea.
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Fortunately "a couple hours from Boston" is a pretty damn big radius.
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It wasn't problems at the destination that I was thinking of, it was problems at the origin.
I don't know what Boston traffic is like, but I assume that if half the city just happens to, uh, go for coffee at the same time, the traffic'll be worse than usual.
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Classic was in some weird... super-passive-aggressive state today. He's better now. But... he didn't like it. He probably would have called you all stickpickers.
He's in a better mood now though.
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So my pulmonologist was very unhelpful and "not my problem" when I went to see him the other week.
Fortunately, my ENT was much more helpful, and referred me to a neurology lab to go get a dizziness test.
I did not know there were such things as dizzy tests. Given that I have been suffering from dizziness, it seems like a pretty fucking obvious thing to recommend for me. I am grateful to my ENT for pointing me in that direction and irritated with all my other doctors for not doing so when it seems so very obvious.
So I've got that tomorrow.
Haven't actually had a bad dizzy spell in weeks (just a few minor ones -- I'm definitely beginning to think they're stress-related, as they've been coming right after I heard horrible things on the news). That might actually be better; seems like a test would work better from zero than if I went in and was already experiencing a dizzy spell.
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RE: the Boston thing, they are not using the water from the broken main, from what I heard it's rerouted from an emergency water supply, but boiling the water is still necessary
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I was moderately confused for a moment.
"How does Thad know a sentient tree and why is it so knowledgeable about medcine?"
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(http://images.elfwood.com/art/p/x/pxp/treebeard.jpg)
"Hmm, hoom hoom-hom. Take two athelas leaves and visit me in the spring."
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A couple months ago I stocked our closet with small drums of water. People kept telling me it's not all that godawful important, but if I lived in Boston or Nashville right now? COMPLETELY JUSTIFIED.
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I think if you keep no other 'emergency supply' on hand, you should keep water.
The main issue is to make damn sure it's stored in a container that's as inert as possible.
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Keeping a water supply seems like so much hassle, though. I'd just as soon grab up a LifeSaver bottle and keep that in the closet.
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I am haiving a shit day. I feel like killing myself, so go...uhhh What the fuck am I doing lately? Go watch my Nu dance or I'll fucking do it, guys. GRRRRRRRRR.
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but then it wouldn't be a shit day
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but then it wouldn't be a shit day
But then you wouldn't be a shit day
(http://imgur.com/FUABf.jpg)
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Right, I think that pretty much confirms that.
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Right, I think that pretty much confirms that.
LOL I TROL U :glee:
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Weren't you busy :leaving:?
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Honestly, of all the Cyan Prime posts to report, you guys report the one that's actually pretty funny? If you'd reported "pad bost" I would've banned him instantly, sure, but this one got a giggle.
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Just kidding, he's gone.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLbghuCOAXA
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FOR FIVE DAYS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_5LnKVfS5M
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yeah, no.
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Just ban him forever. FOREVER.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-Q7b-vHY3Q
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I'm not saying we're responsible for CyanPrime's problems, but as a member of his apparent role models I feel like I bear some responsibility for his obsession with this place (a phase most of us went through) and subsequent meltdown when he couldn't gain acceptance.
Maybe I just need some dick (so I can claim to be persecuted oh snap)
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G, your juxtaposition of dicks and snap is making me shrivel. Probably the best event of my day.
In other news, yeah, weird day today. Got into a nice shitfit with my dad. That was fun.
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Just ban him forever. FOREVER.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-Q7b-vHY3Q
Ahah, oh wow, memories.. I need to watch that movie again sometime. :D
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Yeah, I totally Karma'd Constantine for reminding me about it. :wuv:
"YER KILLIN' ME, SMALLS!"
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I dunno if this really classifies as a shit day, but Being told off for signing out when my shift ends when a few weeks ago, I got told off for staying behind to get things finished...
Well, it's pretty annoying, at least.
Also, I tripped and put my hands on some boxes to hold myself up, but the box was perched on top of another box and it flipped up like a see-saw and smacked me in the lower lip, and my teeth cut into it a bit, it didn't hurt too bad, but it felt weird.
Also, I bet a thumbnail back all the way, that huuurt. And I squished my finger on the latch of a cage. And I got hit in the groin with the phone when someone threw it to me.
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I dunno if this really classifies as a shit day, but Being told off for signing out when my shift ends when a few weeks ago, I got told off for staying behind to get things finished...
Well, it's pretty annoying, at least.
Also, I tripped and put my hands on some boxes to hold myself up, but the box was perched on top of another box and it flipped up like a see-saw and smacked me in the lower lip, and my teeth cut into it a bit, it didn't hurt too bad, but it felt weird.
Also, I bet a thumbnail back all the way, that huuurt. And I squished my finger on the latch of a cage. And I got hit in the groin with the phone when someone threw it to me.
I nearly broke my finger trying to turn a light on, tripped over a network cable, had a pallet break under my feet so I went facefirst into a pile of boxes, got a faceful of keys because I am not good at catching, got hit by an elevator door, walked into a car, sneezed so hard that my vision blacked out for a few seconds, put a pallet down on the side of my foot, and caught boxes on my face and right in the chest, winding me, because again, I am not good at catching.
This is a pretty normal day for me, really.
[Oh yeah, I also burned my tongue on a hot chip.]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnHmskwqCCQ
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Oh man, that is so going on my mp3 player, I can play it at work.
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I think if you keep no other 'emergency supply' on hand, you should keep water.
Actually it was part of a larger emergency supply. First aid, canned food, basic tools and so on.
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You're... not gonna go Demogorgon on us are you?
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Hey, guys, have you seen my collection of pictures of houses I think Thad lives at or lived at?
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Aww yehhh water's back to bein' drinkable again.
CRISIS OVER
TEN THOUSAND DEAD
FEMA ARRIVES (http://www.wickedlocal.com/allston/newsnow/x749218587/FEMA-offers-help-for-Boston-flood-victims)
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KABBAGE GETS DRUNK AT WORK TO CELEBRATE
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DRUNK ON WATER THAT IS
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COINCIDENTALLY DRINK DAY TURNS OUT TO ALSO BE CINCO DE MAYO
COULDN'T BE HELPED
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I'M NOT SORRY
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COINCIDENTALLY DRINK DAY TURNS OUT TO ALSO BE CINCO DE MAYO
COULDN'T BE HELPED
You're just saying that because of all the worms in your glass.
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You're just saying that because of all the worms in your urethra.
Looks like I owe you $5.
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:mikey:
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Heeey. Lottel is in a good mood! Teacher sent me an e-mail telling me he likes my work, got called into work and handled the whole thing minus cooking by myself, basically got the resto a $600 party reservation (he's calling this weekend for details), got a person from St. Louis who will now drive to come eat pizza on nights I work, saw Iron Man 2, and my girlfriend came home.
Great mood.
Oh wait.
A 3 minute half conversation ruins everything. Making all the good things worthless and me feeling even worse.
Of course.
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Sucks, man. Yesterday was a pretty shitty day for a lot of people—a friend of mine thought he was a lock for either of two different jobs and found out he was getting neither, my sister's having the Usual Drama, and my fiancée's grandmother died.
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I can think of only one way to be comforting to a significant other in the wake (pun intended) of a death in the family.
It's [spoiler]tea[/spoiler].
Good luck with that man.
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Well that's a great way to. uh. celebrate a birthday.
yeah.
shit day
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Bronchitis is one hell of a bug..
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For the love of god, don't go out in today's weather then.
EDIT: You didn't get that from the same biological warfare class you caught the cold in, did you?
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Yes and no. I'm sure I got the whole cold bronchitis thing the day before thanks to some chic who was hacking up a storm during a geomorph final, but the irony is still there.
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I've been dumped because I'm not a trophy girlfriend who will make him look good enough around his coworkers, and while he admits it sucks that he won't find any smart or fun girls like that, he has his priorities.
After re-reading this post, maybe I should have posted it in Good Times!
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Your first clue should have been that he hated Adventure Time.
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That actually came up in the break up conversation.
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In the form of "you made me watch that stupid show I hate like 3 times" :rage:
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You obviously haven't lost anything of import! You can do better.
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I think MCE just won the relationship. She got rid of the jerk guy without the worry of actually having to do anything about him.
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"blah blah blah I'm being a dick"
"...."
"Can we still be friends and you support me when I'm having hard times?"
"Nnnnnope."
It was convenient of him to let me know the night before a party hosted by somebody who is totally into me.
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yeah, definitely wrong thread.
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Aw hell. I'm gonna agree it's for the best, but you two've been together long enough that there's no way this won't really suck for a while.
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Besides, we're all here to cheer MCE up with some good ol' fashioned internet binge drinking. And TF2.
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I'll start now because I care.
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Step 1: Tell group of lonely nerds you're now single
Step 2: I didn't think this far ahead in the plan
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Weren't you going to move halfway across the country to Tax Everything Valley for that guy?
I'd say at least a couple months ago you must have thought he was sort of important.
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I didn't say he wasn't important to me.
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Aw hell. I'm gonna agree it's for the best, but you two've been together long enough that there's no way this won't really suck for a while.
I got here too late to add anything original to the discussion, so I'm just gonna say that Kabbage's response was the best one.
For what it's worth, MCE you are gonna have ZERO - I mean ZEEEEE-RO - trouble finding a really nice guy.
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Went out to celebrate my 21st tonight. With a bunch of people my... I guess ex now... knew.
The whole reason I went out was because she wanted me too. Stopped getting excieted for birthday things a while ago. They were never fun. She thought I needed a good birthday for a change and planned a big thing.
And then dumped me the day before.
At keast I have alcohol. Too bad I don't like it.
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Uhhhhhhggggggg :( :( :(
Happy birthday?
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I should probably warn you that habituating yourself to alcohol is the best way to find yourself liking it.
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GOD I love avatar/post synergies.
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In addition to MOAR GF DRAMA, my grandma's body is rejecting her chemo. She has to try it again in a few days and a different cocktail.
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MONDAY: The workers move everything out of my room and begin painting. I sleep on the sofa. I get 2 hours of sleep
TUESDAY: At school, 2 of 4 group members decide they'll take on all the work of presenting what the other two of us find
WEDNESDAY: I get a bed in my room. It smells of paint, has no door, and the window has to be open all night
THURSDAY: Little is done on the project because we now find out what happened on Tuesday
FRIDAY: My mother is diagnosed with cancer.
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Oh god, I'm so sorry.
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Oh wow..
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Jesus, Lyrai.
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Hug.
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It's like God went to town on you with the tragedy bat.
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That sucks, Lyrai. I hope things turn around.
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Oh boy I didn't know we had a shitty times thread. :glee:
Two things that come to mind recently:
1) I spent like four days making a giant paper space dragon for a display contest at work. Our store is obviously going to win, and I did literally all the work, but the manager's giving the prize (an iPod Touch) to her daughter. Moreover, she still hasn't said "thanks". She's normally really nice but I'm sort of pissed at that.
2) I came out to my parents back in December and just recently moved back in with them. Since then, my dad has either outright ignored me or been abusive, and most recently he stole about $600 of my clothing and assorted possessions while I was away at work.
IF YOU DISAGREE WITH PEOPLE
:advice:
STEAL FROM THEM
So I think I should move out but there won't be any apartments opening until June; and I still don't know if I will or can go back to college in the fall, which will likely affect which apartments I can get since so many are for students only.
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Yes, my sister has lupus.
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Does everybody on this board (or, their families) just have the most awful luck? In perpetuity?
For a while, my doctor thought I might have that, so I know a little more about it than bad House memes. That's pretty awful Brent.
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It's certainly not a lot of fun, but she's actually been battling it fairly well for a while now. In the short term, she'll be okay.
I'm really hoping I don't have to watch a sibling painfully die in her forties, though.
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1) I spent like four days making a giant paper space dragon for a display contest at work. Our store is obviously going to win, and I did literally all the work, but the manager's giving the prize (an iPod Touch) to her daughter. Moreover, she still hasn't said "thanks". She's normally really nice but I'm sort of pissed at that.
Follow-up: My existing mp3 player broke just now. :whoops:
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Here are some past ones:
-Horrible asshole of a student makes my life hell all day. I report his ass to his head grade teacher. What do I get told: "Please be patient with him." Patient? Patient?! He called me dirty words, and told me to die. And he's done this since I started teaching him! This isn't the first time I've complained. My English teachers know. They didn't do anything. Now all the other teachers in the grade know and they aren't doing anything. I actually told my English teacher, "If he tells me to drop dead one more time, I'm going to jump out one of the gym windows. And I'm taking the little shit with me." Then I went home and took the train to meet up with friends who treated my mood with many hours of karaoke. There was a very interesting rendition of "Bring Me to Life" when I burst into hysterical laughing/crying at the start of it. And it lasted several songs. But it was very cathartic. After wards when the little shit was being shitty, I just smiled and patted him on the head and walked off laughing. He quit after a while.
-I am told moms breast cancer, that she managed to beat, has now come back. It's in the spine and is incurable and inoperable. When I go back to America from Japan for my sisters wedding in December I see my mom. And she's not the woman I remember. She's still mentally strong... but you could see the affect on her body. I nearly cried.
-Just recently I learned my mom has to go under stronger treatment for the spine cancer. While at home visiting I happen to see the results of her latest MRI testing at MD Anderson. One of the spots is twice as big as it was. And another new spot has appeared. I go back to my home that night and cry most of the way as I realize my mom is very, very, very slowly dieing.
-When I learned that my oma (grandma in German) had a kidney tumor while I was in Japan, AND NO ONE TOLD ME. Or the car wreck my parents were in in Houston, AND NO ONE TOLD ME. I had to learn about #1 while I asked my dad about family medical history, and #2 as a random comment in a conversation! Gee thanks for telling me. I know I was in Japan, but I'd like to know about these things!
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Dead computer is still dead. Turns out the replacement videocard I bought, a BFGTech 250 GTS was faulty out of the box (Every other piece of hardware has been replaced! Drivers have been scrubbed and replaced.). Their customer support takes about 4 to 5 days to reply to an email. Their site says responses occur with 48 hours. Returned the 250 to Best Buy rather than deal with slow tech support, since I'm getting close to the end of the refund window anyway. I figure in two weeks BFGTech will finally read the mail that I returned the card to Best Buy and will pursue another vendor. I need this thing up and running soon because I occasionally need to do work stuff from home, should the weather get bad again.
Started emailing EVGA about my busted 8800 GTS, the original video card that died on me. Responses in about a day to each inquiry. On the second email they decided it's probably dead and refer me to RMA. I took my refunded money and bought a new EVGA 260 that should arrive later this week and should they repair my old 8800 via the RMA, I'll use it to build a second box. Since the motherboard, CPU, and power supply that I had bought replacement parts for turned out to be still good all along.
I should have learned my lesson back in 2007. BFGTech gave me the runaround on getting repairs for a Geforce 6600 I had. Dual monitor support was just not working. They kept asking for more information about my motherboard and my power supply and eventually got a diagnosis that the DVI port was fried. That's fine. Then I got ignored for over a week and was told "We don't have a ticket on file for this, you'll need to file a new one." I filed a complaint at the Better Business Bureau and a few days later I got a call from 'BFGTech premier support' to get the card sent in for a replacement.
Today, I get justice for BFG shitty service. BFG to withdraw from video card market (http://www.thegamersblog.com/2010/05/18/bfg-exiting-graphics-card-market/).
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Sidenote: Always buy EVGA, their customer support is supposedly top-notch and they have lifetime warranties on all of their shit. (You have to register, but it's worth it)
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So my girlfriend dumped me today.
Via text message.
While I was at work.
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Um... congratulations.
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You know what I find helps with these kinds of problems?
Heavy drinking... OF TEA!
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Sucks pretty fiercely.
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Heavy drinking... OF TEA!
(Five or more cups of tea in one sitting)
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I felt like playing some of the Starcraft Beta, so I tried to log in and it asked for the code from my authenticator. I don't have an authenticator. ::(:
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Your account has been compromised and you'll need to take it up with Blizzard.
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Or they figured out they can sell more authenticators if you need one for the beta.
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No, really. There's reports all over the WoW CS forums and SC2 Beta forums about people having their accounts compromised and having authenticators attached.
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Your account has been compromised and you'll need to take it up with Blizzard.
Well. OBVIOUSLY.
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My dog won't eat. For a while now, if he didn't eat, we'd have to put the food in our hands and he'd eventually eat. Now he won't even open his mouth to eat.
Taking him back to the vet tomorrow. Last time the only thing wrong with him was some hip pain which we've been giving him medicine for.
It's like he's too sad to eat. I've been petting him for like an hour straight tonight. Poor guy.
EDIT:
He just peed then fell down the stairs when he tried to go outside.
This sucks.
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:;_;: Poor lil' guy... is he an older dog or has he had health problems (other than the obvious ones right now, I mean)?
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He's... older. 13 or 14. Been in perfect health. Still has nothing wrong with him medically, other than some minor arthritis.
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Going to say goodbye to him tomorrow.
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:sadpanda:
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:;_;:
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MONDAY: The workers move everything out of my room and begin painting. I sleep on the sofa. I get 2 hours of sleep
TUESDAY: At school, 2 of 4 group members decide they'll take on all the work of presenting what the other two of us find
WEDNESDAY: I get a bed in my room. It smells of paint, has no door, and the window has to be open all night
THURSDAY: Little is done on the project because we now find out what happened on Tuesday
FRIDAY: My mother is diagnosed with cancer.
Followup: Further test results came back today. She's not telling me anything, beyond, "It isn't good"
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My sister's fine. She was succumbing to the propensity of women in my family to, er, ah, enhance the truth.
It's not lupus.
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I'm expecting a House image macro.
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(http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo297/BBLegs/LUPUS.jpg)
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I just said good bye to my dog.
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Let it... let it all out man.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etw3aSumBEU
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My sister's fine. She was succumbing to the propensity of women in my family to, er, ah, enhance the truth.
It's not lupus.
Oh god. Before I saw this I thought Ryg was seriously making a House M.D. joke in regards to your sister having fucking Lupus.
This would make you hitler pretty much
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Actually I started doing that as soon as I heard she was being tested for it.
I stopped for a bit after she claimed it had come up positive, though.
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I just said good bye to my dog.
I'm so sorry about your dog, Lottel.
I just said good bye to my cat.
After the neighbor's dog got done mauling her, that is.
Happy hunting grounds, Hazel.
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Sorry man :(
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Basset hound's been acting funny and not eating for the past few days. Mom took her to the vet and found out that it's some sort of pancreatic infection.
She's being put down as I type this.
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;_;
You guys all need so many hugs. :(
*Hugx100*
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That poor critter and that poor McDohl. :sadpanda:
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I'm sorry McDohl.
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I know, it's really sad. I just have to remember the good times.
Whenever a train would rumble past, blowing its whistle, she would howl, joining in with it.
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I have mono >:[
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Oh geez, are you gonna be ok? I hope it hasn't hit your appetite.
I've got a rash on my butt and legs again. >:I
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Yeah, that sucks... it can take quite a long time to pass.
What did your doc say?
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I just said good bye to my dog.
I'm so sorry about your dog, Lottel.
I just said good bye to my cat.
After the neighbor's dog got done mauling her, that is.
Happy hunting grounds, Hazel.
Sorry, guys. That's rough.
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If you really want to feel miserable, go and start a new game of Okami.
Seriously, you'll be bawling like a baby.
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I have mono >:[
I once thought I had the "Kissing Disease" I was quite relieved when I discovered both that it was not as nice as "Kissing Disease" makes it sound and that I didn't have it. Get well soon.
T- those with puppies moving on, sadpandas all around.
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Yeah, that sucks... it can take quite a long time to pass.
What did your doc say?
"How long have you been sick?"
"Like a month"
"You've got to stop doing that."
She put me on medicines for tonsillitis and mono, and they took a couple of blood samples and sent a note to my work saying I needed to sleep all day. I feel miserable and so out of it that when I wake up and find my bed full of tiny fuzzy animals it actually feels surreal.
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I'm basically unemployed at the moment, had to move house, and it's too far away from my old job, That job made me mad and depressed a lot, but it was a nice reliable $500 a week, and i'm worried that i'm never going to have anything like that again. I had to go into centrelink today, and it reminded me why I hated being unemployed so much, I need to find a new job fast, but seeing as it took me four years to get that last job, i'm not as confident as I was when I moved.
I got transferred to the target here, but they said i'd only get like 3 hours a week, which is something, I guess, but not enough. I have a bit of money saved, So I should be okay for a while, but I just wish it was easy to get a new job. It honestly shouldn't be this hard, I should be able to go in and say "I need a job, I have 2 years experience at this" and they should go "Okay, here's a job for you, you start next week."
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good luck stush
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Thanks, Dicks!
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I will echo his sentiments. You're too good at drawing thick cartoon girls to be unemployed.
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If I was better I could maybe try make money from it.
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So, on the third of the month, I pooled money with my wife, who gets SSI disability, so we could pay all of our bills early and not have to worry about it for the rest of the month. A couple of days later, I had to go home early from work, because my car is having some voltage problems and wouldn't start. I took it home and ruled out the battery and alternator immediately, so now I have no idea what's wrong with it and am effectively broke having paid my bills and expended all of my resources.
Then, around the 6th, my cat started to get really, really sick. This is my oldest cat, whom I've had since I was 16, she was a present from my dad who never really did anything for me beyond that - she's basically a reminder that he wasn't the world's biggest piece of shit. Not only that, but she's basically been my best friend since I was an angry, depressed teenager incapable of even working due to a crippling fear of change and social interaction. She's been there for me when I was at my worst.
She was constipated, had stopped eating, stopped drinking, and was losing weight at an incredible pace. Yesterday morning, she was incapable of walking very far and could barely stand. Picking her up caused her to yowl in pain. My wife and I did everything we could to help her, going so far as giving her a baby enema to clear out the constipation and feeding her wet food mixed with canned kitten milk from a baby syringe, but she didn't show much improvement, so we rushed her to a vet this morning, after a horrible, sleepless night. We were worried about blood disease or some kind of incurable disorder, thankfully this is not the case, but she is severely anemic due to a flea infestation, essentially having 10% of the blood in her body that she is supposed to have, in addition to being dehydrated and malnourished.
We'd been trying to manage the fleas, but I feel horrible that I let things get this bad. I feel like I should have done something sooner. At this point it's an unknown whether or not she'll be OK - the Vet sounded pretty hopeful about her chances of success, but there's a chance she won't recover as well. Obviously I'm going to pay any price to get my cat in better shape, but now with my priorities set like this, my car is in limbo and so is my job. I don't know if I've ever had 24 hours worse than these. I just feel dead inside.
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It is not the best month for me either, but I would like to help if you need it. Let me know.
In other news, boys are total buttheads. Girls probably are too.
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I got a job as a census enumerator. I knew it was temporary employment, but I had at least expected it to last until the end of the month. Imagine my surprise when I got a call today asking me to return all my work stuff. Seems my whole team had been let go.
Oh well, at least I got some money.
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My CL just picked up my janky badge today too!
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I got a job as a census enumerator. I knew it was temporary employment, but I had at least expected it to last until the end of the month. Imagine my surprise when I got a call today asking me to return all my work stuff. Seems my whole team had been let go.
Oh well, at least I got some money.
Were you one of the "hired, trains, works four hours, fired" deals?
The census has fucked so many things up on so many levels I can't imagine there wont be some very large reactions. Actually because Census fucked so much shit up and I have a week to kill coming up, I decided to do a write-up on my experiences and pray I can get someone to look at it. Since there seem to be a large number of census workers around here if I actually do complete this thing I've decided to start I'll have to post it here. As long as we make a new thread called "Shit Months".
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Were you one of the "hired, trains, works four hours, fired" deals?
More like, my boss signed off two weeks early.
But I did feel that there was a lot of upper-mismanagement, though. Kind of to be expected, I think: it's bureaucracy in triplicate that spans a few months every ten years. Even if you could create a streamlined system to get everything working properly, you won't be able to keep anyone around long enough to actually remember how to do it correctly.
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I got the impression that the Census Bureau takes privacy and confidentiality so seriously that they intentionally hobble themselves. maybe I am naive?
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People from the local office that I have never talked to before called my cell on a regular basis and asked me to give them personal information about different locations.
So no, I doubt it.
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People from the local office that I have never talked to before called my cell on a regular basis and asked me to give them personal information about different locations.
So no, I doubt it.
u-uh
no? did you give that out? since like, you're not supposed to do that at fucking all and those people are stupid as hell. i guess it doesn't matter though as much since at least every census employee has to take that dumbass loyalty oath, so title 13 isn't a big thing. i was always told to just never tell info to anyone, not even other census employees on my crew.
got at least a few good weeks out of it before they were like "yeah we have no more work". still think i got more money from the week of training than i did canvassing but fuck if i care, it was good money.
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Well, I recognized as an office number (the office is everything 953-4XXX) and they were quality assurance. So of course the first time I tell them I need time to get the info then call my FOS and laugh about how they'll have to try harder to get me to illegally give out PII to a stranger from a cellphone, the worst thing you can do with it according to our workbooks.
Then she told me if I didn't give them all the info they want I'm fired.
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Well that just changes everything!
I can kinda understand that "SHIT HIDE EVERYTHING" reaction now.
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Just once, I'd like to live in a nice house. A fenced-in backyard. A dishwasher. Central heat and air. No infestations of massive Georgia cockroaches or mice. Giant chunks of plaster not falling from the ceiling and smashing to bits on the bedroom floor.
You know. Nice.
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Just once, I'd like to live in a nice house. A fenced-in backyard. A dishwasher. Central heat and air. No infestations of massive Georgia cockroaches or mice. Giant chunks of plaster not falling from the ceiling and smashing to bits on the bedroom floor.
You know. Nice.
I'd like to live in a house with insulation!
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Garbage disposal is more important to me than a dishwasher.
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A garbage disposal would also be... nice.
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So, there's an Indian or Pakistani clan in the apartment below ours. They've converted a conventional barbecue into some kind of terrifying wood-burning monstrosity, which they quite regularly use to make large expansive meals (our building is the kind where every balcony has a BBQ on it).
Sometimes the wood they get is probably dodgy, like old desks found curbside (which results in thick plumes of horrifyingly acrid black smoke floating up to our apartment).
Today, they found some amazing hickory-esque wood and our whole apartment smells like some kind of $150-a-plate Tandoori House.
Why is this shitty? BECAUSE WE CAN'T HAVE ANY. :rage:
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This might not be a bad thing. This might be a very bad thing. I'm not sure, and I'm currently afraid to do anything further to confirm what is going on.
While exiting a parking lot to go home, an SUV pulls up next to me and a guy leans out the window and says "Hey Bro, You wanna home theater system!? We just go 2 for free, man!" Blindsided and confused, I back up and park. I am then greeted by two... 'Bros.' I don't know what else to call them. They were a slightly less exaggerated form of the stupid, happy go lucky, and constantly drunk frat boy archetype despite not actually being frat boys. Anyway, they eagerly talk about how they say that due to a shipping error, they got two extra sets of speakers (6:1) and that if they go to their job where they were to deliver the order of two less than the amount they had, they would be obligated to hand over the extra two which the installation guys would then sell for their own profit or something. I wound up letting them know that I only had about $200, and that was in the bank. Here's where I got really stupid. At this point I'm starting to have second thoughts and trying to talk my way out of it without being direct. They insist that I get the money as they've already decided in their minds that it's a done deal. Having no experience in social situations and absolutely no actual happening of social interaction outside of family and school work related conversations, I somehow get talked into it. One opens up the box and shows me that it indeed is filled with speakers. And not knowing what else to do, I hand over the money and send them on their merry way.
I have now bought a possibly stolen $1999 surround sound stereo system for $200 . And I'm not sure whether to keep it or go to craigslist.
However, I'm currently far more worried about how the hell I managed to be manipulated that easily. I'm very much worried that what few social skills I acquired through the public education system are atrophying and the likelihood of gaining any positive relationships is steadily dropping day by day.
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*ahem* (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_van_speaker_scam)
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The sad thing is, I didn't want to buy it. I just couldn't say no.
Now I'm depressed.
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That sucks. I guess take some solace in the fact that these guys do what they do because they can bully just about anyone to buy their shit. They are damn good at it.
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Think of it this way, Loaf: you learned a valuable lesson, and learned that you have some social things you really need to work on, and it only cost you $200.
If this didn't happen, you might have lost a whole lot more later.
You just have to gain some perspective and start preparing yourself for the next time you find yourself in a situation where you have to say no. Just don't use this as an excuse to mope around and think "I guess I'll always be a pushover".
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That valuable lesson being to not stop for people who address you as "bro".
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Also be aware of the "if it sounds to good to be true, it probably is" rule.
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Go to the police. See if you can work with them to figure out where the thing came from. It's a longshot, but if you play your cards very right, you might convince the intended resaler to compensate you for the recovery.
Pull that off and I think your social fears might die down a little.
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90% of those aren't actually stolen but just shitty rip offs that only cost them fifty bucks, so that might not actually end well.
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Yeah, if your only source for the supposed price of $2k is the guys who sold it to you, well, uh,
let's just say that information may be suspect guess what, they lied.
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They never mentioned the price. The box says "MSRP $1,999" under the bar code. But the brand name on the box is listed on the Wikipedia list of those used in the scams. So either they printed on the cardboard boxes, or the company itself is in on it.
I don't want to contact the police, but I suppose I should despite the hassle. Since I went to an ATM, they might be able to get one of the guys based on a picture taken from it, but there's a fair bit of luck involved there...
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Can't hurt to try.
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So, as it happens I know a dude who does this and talked to him about the situation. It seems like there's three ways these things go from most rare to most common.
- Basic one where item is actually stolen. This is pretty rare since an actually valuable system they could unload somewhere else for way more.
- Shitty speakers. The guy(s) doing the thing buy shitty ass speakers and try to sell them as real speakers. More common, but trashiest, you would know as soon as you looked at the thing if it was this.
- Korea. There are companies that produce all kinds of toys whose only purpose is to look really fancy and be shitty. Apparently there are places that list prices super high but sell at insane bulk rates simply because scammers here are their only market for crappy electronics. This seems kind of conspiracy theory-y though. Anyway, depending on your area and how big of an operation it is legality ranges from "no one cares" to some actual jail time. Usually it's just a fine though.
So yeah, basically what my grandson Dicks said.
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So I have to go back to Texas either as early as tomorrow or as later as 'sometime the end of this week'. The cousin I had that had the stroke and made our first visit a necessity had another, and is dying rapidly because of the brain damage. Have I mentioned before how many funerals of semi-immediate family I'd been to in my 25 years? Its been a lot. (... 9)
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If I'm addressed by a stranger on the street, I don't even slow down my pace, much less stop. If they can't pitch whatever they want from me before I'm gone, they have to walk with me. Few panhandlers or salespeople are willing to do that for someone who obviously lacks sympathy for their plight.
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my bike broke and i made it worse when trying to fix it and then i fell over of sudden apparent illness.
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:(
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I don't get to keep Samuel after all
;-;
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Jesus guys.
Stop buying those voodoo bad luck magnets. I know they seem like a deal at 99 cents, but, uh, I don't think it's working as intended.
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Oh yeah my grandma died last week.
But I didn't really know her, since she disowned us when my mom remarried, so it's...ok?
I'm not sure.
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For those who haven't been following The Saga Of Teg(tm), my dad's basically been an abusive dickhole ever since I moved back home, up to and including stealing hundreds of dollars worth of my possessions when I'm not home; mostly my clothes, but also things like my Pokéwalker and a one-of-a-kind Astro Boy plush from someone I will probably never talk to again (http://magnastorm.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2fjtc6). Ever since then, we've basically not been on speaking terms.
I've been secretly planning to move out for weeks now, and recently paid the damage deposit on a nice apartment in a great spot. Now all I have to do is get my stuff out of the house and into the apartment and I'm all set.
HAHAHAHA NOT SO FAST
My friend's been rounding up friends of his with transportation. The original plan was to move on Tuesday, but that didn't work for everyone's schedules, so it got pushed ahead to Monday. Then the brakes on the truck we were planning on using went out, so things got called off. My friend found two other people who were willing to help, and I cancelled a work shift so that I could move out today. I spent all morning packing up, and my friend called again.
One of them fell ill, and the other one totalled his car last night. To clarify: one guy is perfectly fine, but his car's a mess. The other guy's car is fine, but he's too sick to drive. Either way, I have all of my stuff in boxes and bags with no way to explain it, my dad's no longer giving me drives as of this Saturday, and I have no mode of transportation to move my stuff.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
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<McDohl> christ
<McDohl> I feel like garbage
<McDohl> Like, not sick or anything
<McDohl> my body feels like it just woke up
<McDohl> but my brain is active as all shit
Not enough energy to retype that, christ.
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And then things got worse. I'd say about a third of the bedroom ceiling is now on the floor.
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<McDohl> christ
<McDohl> I feel like garbage
<McDohl> Like, not sick or anything
<McDohl> my body feels like it just woke up
<McDohl> but my brain is active as all shit
Not enough energy to retype that, christ.
As someone with bipolar disorder, this happens to me a lot.
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The Saga Of Teg(tm)
What a shitty situation. I hope you can get out of there without too much more trouble.
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So yeah, I had a fever of 102 yesterday afternoon, which broke last night. I woke up in a puddle of sweat feeling like a million bucks.
Then I went on a murdering spree as a Spy.
:D
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Garbage disposal is more important to me than a dishwasher.
Is that like the scary whirly blade thing in the sink that you see in so many horror movies? I've never seen one of those in real life.
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The sad thing is, I didn't want to buy it. I just couldn't say no.
Now I'm depressed.
Aww, kittyloaf. :(
I get the exact same thing, I try to avoid asking any questions when i'm in stores, because if I take up any of their time, I HAVE to buy something, that's what led to me buying hermit crabs and having them die because I knew nothing about hermit crabs. :(
And it's led to so much trouble, it's really hard to say no, and most people don't understand it when you try explain it, too!
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Also, mein gott, this shitty day thread is pretty active. We must all have some kind of curse! D:
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Is that like the scary whirly blade thing in the sink that you see in so many horror movies? I've never seen one of those in real life.
I don't think they make them any more for that very reason.
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I never considered that it might be possible to get a kitchen sink without a disposal. You're rocking my world, here.
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I had a shitty apartment with a shitty ancient kitchen and it didn't have a garbage disposal.
But the more modern apartment I moved into from there had one. And my parents' house has always had one. I think you need some really antique fixtures for them to not be standard.
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Garbage disposal is more important to me than a dishwasher.
Is that like the scary whirly blade thing in the sink that you see in so many horror movies? I've never seen one of those in real life.
Ditto. Also, cars with automatic shift.
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I've never had a disposal, but basically every other home I've been in has one. I've gotten so used to making sure nothing goes down the drain I don't think I could learn to use one now.
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I've never seen a house in Ontario with a garbage disposal, even really nice ones.
I think it's a US thing.
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I guess we just know how to scrape plates into the garbage.
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Nah, it's just something you get to have if you're someone; like the Prime Minister.
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<McDohl> christ
<McDohl> I feel like garbage
<McDohl> Like, not sick or anything
<McDohl> my body feels like it just woke up
<McDohl> but my brain is active as all shit
Not enough energy to retype that, christ.
Yeah, I got that this morning, too. Was basically paralyzed for an hour. Do I get to look forward to the sensation of being boiled alive in my bed tonight?
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HAAAAH, Talk about a shit day. Yesterday James found out he had both an infection in a cut on his leg AND food poisoning. I'm sorta glad we didn't decide to drive back to Texas to go to my cousin's funeral because we'd have probably been in St. Louis at the hospital instead of our home town. Also, shitty part that wasn't as bad as Jimmie being sick, was I forgot my wallet and James didn't have any money on him either. So, while he was in the hospital I had to walk like 4 miles all the way home to get my wallet. I wish I carried random small bits of cash on me so I could have called a cab but I stopped carrying cash a bit ago in favor of just wallet and that bit me on the ass a bit today. Walking in rain 4 miles. Luckily I live right near an ATM so I went there and called a cab to take me back. It's wasn't so bad, I hope James gets better fast! I can't drive so I'm basically stuck walking until he does and I don't like when he's sick!
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What god did this board anger? Man, I don't want to know.
I am however dying to find out what the hell happened to Teg.
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If it makes you feel any better, I got a decent 8 hour's worth of sleep last night and now feel
perfectly fine about as good as I usually do.
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What god did this board anger? Man, I don't want to know.
I am however dying to find out what the hell happened to Teg.
I'm trying to figure out moving stuff. Hopefully I can be out of here on the first or second. Also I live in a totally different time zone/have a totally different sleep schedule from most of you so I usually only post while everyone else is asleep.
also i've never seen a garbage disposal
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<McDohl> christ
<McDohl> I feel like garbage
<McDohl> Like, not sick or anything
<McDohl> my body feels like it just woke up
<McDohl> but my brain is active as all shit
Not enough energy to retype that, christ.
As someone with depression and anxiety disorder, this happens to me a lot.
As well as the reverse. Brain-dead, but very energetic body. That's much rarer though.
The depression drains my body of energy, then the anxiety sends my brain into hyperdrive. But it's hyperdrive that can only be used on non-productive and negative thoughts.
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I got diagnosed with sleep apnea (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_apnea) this week.
So I get to sleep with a robot on my face at night that pumps positive pressure air in my face at night to ensure I breathe properly.
So the last eight years of waking up with terrible headaches and being unable to move for almost 30 minutes alongside falling asleep all day wasn't normal. Huh. (The only reason I put off having this examined was lack of insurance during college.)
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Also because those all sound like normal symptoms of college.
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It's never easy to tell just where the line is between physical malady and the general crushing horror of life itself.
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I've often said that we'd be much happier if we didn't have modern medicine to help us accurately differentiate between the two.
I've also often said that we would also be much dead-er.
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See? A cure for both conditions!
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Teg: Do you have u-haul's in your neck of the world?
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Teg's too broke to rent anything, if I recall.
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I'm sure I'm not the only one who's willing to Paypal teg the twenty-plus-mileage, if he wants it.
...I'm like some kind of Santa Claus for Transvestites this year, god damn.
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I'm sure you're not.
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Now Mongrel, you won't be getting a tranny in your stocking this year if you keep up that kind of talk.
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Er what? I was saying Brent's not the only one who'd pitch in $20.
Trannies are more likely to fill their own stockings anyway. :slow:
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Er what? I was saying Brent's not the only one who'd pitch in $20.
If you look at the posts, it looks like you're responding to Brent's second sentence, not his first.
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Tranny Clause ; This year, skip the milk and cookies and replace them with hormone treatment.
Does he change his name to Saint Nicole?
Krisstie Krinkle?
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Er what? I was saying Brent's not the only one who'd pitch in $20.
If you look at the posts, it looks like you're responding to Brent's second sentence, not his first.
Well, I thought my parroting of 'sure' would make my post clear enough, but it didn't. Anyway, intent has been clarified now. :shrug:
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Anyway, let's all go give a trap some money.
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I found out today that there seems to be basically no jobs nearby that I can apply for, online, at least, I've been so depressed about being screwed over by my last job, and because of all the changes in my life, i've just been feeling hugely shitty all the time, and don't even want to leave my room most of the time because I just feel like I can't deal with anything lately.
I'm really regretting leaving my job, even though there was nothing I could really do about it, I couldn't afford to live in that area by myself, The house I had before where I could live by myself was a fluke, really, just luck that I got it, and that was filled up again nearly as soon as I left.
I dunno, I just feel like i'm in a bit of an unwinnable situation, I don't know what to do, I need to apply for ten jobs a fortnight for centrelink, but in my searching, I haven't found a single one that I can even apply for.
I dunno what to do, I don't wanna spend five years trying to get a stable job like I did when I was last unemployed, but I can't seem to get a job. :( You guys need to live in australia and own stores so I can work there for minimum wage.
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The ceiling in my bedroom will take about three days to fix. And I still don't have a garbage disposal, since that seems more important for some reason. :nyoro~n:
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(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/buge/0anewtrend-wastingfood.jpg)
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"Hey I know it's 3:15 in the afternoon, you won't mind playing hookey from work with no explanation, for half an hour, to go to your bank and transfer money to my bank account before 4 pm, so that the taxman won't take my house, would you?"
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See my sig? Yep.
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THE BOTTLE NEVER RUNS OUT
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He seems to be drinking at relativistic speed, too.
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Well, that was more of a comment on what I felt I should be doing after such a WONDERFUL request, but uh... HE'S SUPERMAN SO THE LIQUOR NEVER RUNS OUT. YEAH.
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It looks like he's just holding it all in his mouth.
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My landlord visited me at work today. He expects me to pay for the time that he's been holding onto the apartment for me, even though I couldn't even get the keys from him yet. If I pay him what he's expecting I will have paid $1250 for a space I have never used.
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You've got a copy of your lease, right? Look over the terms. If it doesn't explicitly say you're responsible for the months he's been holding it, you're not.
If it does, you may still have an out. Google for lawyers who are willing to give free consultations.
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The funny thing is, he's actually cutting me a break. I have the option to back out and take back all the money I have spent, and he could actually charge me $1500 if he wanted.
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Offering you lube at the start doesn't mean it isn't rape.
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Grueling eleven-hour shift, including the World Cup rush. Sinus headache. Flat tire.
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Basically I think it would be best if I just summarized the last year or so of my life as being shit. It's been this goddamn ticker-tape parade of travesty where I can never catch a break for like five goddamn minutes. In the course of a couple of months I'm out my entire life's savings and every friend I had, I'm back to square fucking zero on my gender identity, and my entire family hates me. I no longer eat or sleep or move around like a normal human being, and I live out every single day confined to the single worst possible spot I could be in. And although I've perpetually tried to at least be a good kid, my life seems to be entirely dictated by the will of complete assholes to the point that I'm seriously wondering if the key to being happy is going nuts and killing people. That's what fills me with discontent.
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Dude, if it's really that big an issue, just pack a backpack with whatever you can carry on your own strength and move, forget about everything else, you can replace it later on.
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I am not your lawyer, and this is not legal advice, consult a lawyer in your jurisdiction before taking any action. You cannot be liable for rent until you have both legal and actual possession of the property. So, no, if you haven't been able to get the keys and haven't gotten the keys? You're not a tenant yet, and he can't demand rent.
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Don't get a lawyer, those cost money. Instead, fret quietly and hope the problem solves itself. Eventually pay the money, but be unhappy about the result.
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That's the plan! :slow:
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Not all that bad a day, but in extreme pain right now and there's not much I can do about it.
I got some liquid nitrogen blasted on a wart on my finger, and another bump that might have been a wart, and while it was painless at the time, now it really fucking burns. I also got a plantar wart blasted (partially anyway, the inner cluster would "have rendered me incapable of walking for some time" if I had it fully treated) but it doesn't hurt at all. I guess that's because it's on my foot and not my damn nerve-engorged fingers!
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I decided to go swimming since the girlfriend wanted too. Had her pick out some suntan lotion since I'm pale as a ghost. Well when I got into the car to ride back apparently she forgot to mention the lotion had tanning properties now my skin is red as a lobster. and burning to all hell from my face to my legs.
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That does not sound like a tan. That sounds like you used SPF 5.
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red as a lobster.
Sounds like she slipped you butter instead of lotion.
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Some of that stuff is apparently basically snakeoil sold competing against actual working products. The problem is you can't really tell by the bottle, hell the worthless shit may actually boast it has a higher SPF (for one type of UV only, but they don't tell you that) and look more trustworthy.
Sure they have some of the same ingredients, but not the important ones. And some have shit that's I've heard is arguably worse for your skin than getting a mild sunburn.
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Problem is he got suntan lotion and not sunblock. There is a VERY IMPORTANT difference. One blocks the sun, the other is designed specifically not to.
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Joxam is right. Tanning lotion is for when your body is used to the sun, but you maintain a fair complexion. Sunblock is for getting that base UV adjustment.
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In short: you got basted, son.
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Yeah I realise that and apparently my body is paying for it with blisters all over my shoulders.
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Time to invest in a tub of aloe vera.
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And a dermatologist in a year or so.
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Is 8-12 hours of sun really that big of a deal? Aren't (most of us) still young enough to just shrug it off?
That said, I am the hugest, sun-fearing wuss you ever did see. I'll lotion skin that's protected by clothing because "I think the sun is getting through the weave."
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Is 8-12 hours of sun really that big of a deal? Aren't (most of us) still young enough to just shrug it off?
I am fairly confident I'm going to die of fucking skin cancer someday.
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I've had sun poisoning before myself. Within six months I was at a doctor's having a killer mutant growth looked at. It wasn't melanoma but it wasn't exactly encouraging.
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Incidentally, we have reached the time of year where we say things like "It's only going to be 104 today." And mean it. And if it turns out the forecast is wrong and it actually gets up to 107, well, that's still better than last week.
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also it is 100 degrees at 11 PM right now.
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Is 8-12 hours of sun really that big of a deal? Aren't (most of us) still young enough to just shrug it off?
That said, I am the hugest, sun-fearing wuss you ever did see. I'll lotion skin that's protected by clothing because "I think the sun is getting through the weave."
UV DOES penetrate your average T-shirt, and you should at least get your whole torso with the sunblock. As for for the 8-10 hours, that's not the point. You said you blistered, which is a second degree sunburn. If you get any new moles in the area, which you likely will, go to the dermatologist.
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Today as I was walking home, a thunderstorm came out of nowhere and made a flash flood with the heaviest rain I've seen in awhile - ever. Ended up having to wade through part of it halfway up to my knees on one road despite perfectly functioning storm drains (of which there were whirlpools).
The rain stopped as soon as I entered the front, and among the casualties was my hardbound copy of "Guns, Sails and Empires". Soaked as not only did my umbrella break, but my backpack did not repel the water.
That's like 24 cold IPAs worth of book there!
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You mean you don't carry an emergency poncho or plastic bag? I'm shocked, SCD. You're a military man.
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The same thing happened out here. Apparently they turn off something that let's the storm drains, you know, do their jobs.
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Some dickhead driver cut me off, then threw a bottle out his window so that it landed behind him. You know, where I was driving. I'm already driving on my spare tire and fully expect to find my van undriveable tomorrow as a slow leak deflates my tire overnight.
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Buge: usually have a cover for my backpack (which I forgot, sadly) and was wearing my mec light-shell which usually does well for normal rains.
This rain was different, and I would only be bordering on hyperbole by saying it could be measured by decimetres per minute. My jacket which so far has been reliable for most of what ontario threw at it was battered to submission in three minutes.
I was glad that where I was the stormdrains worked despite me wading. I could tell by the giant whirlpools.
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My father found out his mother's been lying to his siblings and my family for the past few years to make everyone hate each other. WHy? She has mental issues about being the victim. He's not taking it well.
My math teacher's friend lost their daughter over the weekend (http://www.kval.com/news/local/98127224.html). His mood in teaching has changed considerably.
every time i climb out the shove me back in
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I've been stressing about driving on three bald tires and a spare for weeks, figuring I'm one blowout away from my van being inoperable. So today it shuddered, shut down, and just won't start again. Whee hee hee hee hohoho ahahahaha
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Also my knee gave out partway through class and I can barely walk. I've improvised a brace made of one of my bandanas, but now I look like a tard with a red bandana around my leg. Throw in things falling off the shelf into sinks full of chemicals to splash in my face and the worst cooking team imaginable "helping" me during class and I'm pretty sure this is turning out to be one of the Shittiest Shit Days in recent memory.
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Seriously class was so bad I'm waiting for another one to start so I can sit through part of it and pick up what I missed while covering for someone else's incompetance. I guess this is better career training than how to make profiteroles.
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I found out I have sun poisoning.
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Sitting in my broken-down van, right leg stiff to immobility, with two dozen empty eclair shells in the seat next to me. Oh yes. My pastry cream busted. That happened.
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Sitting in my broken-down van, right leg stiff to immobility, with two dozen empty eclair shells in the seat next to me. Oh yes. My pastry cream busted. That happened.
You should probably just eat eclair shells and chocolate until you pass out.
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Act one: "You'll be fine leaving your car here overnight, just tell security." Act two: "It's fine, we won't tow it." Act three: "This vehicle has been immobilized because it was illegally parked, see security to pay your fine and have the boot removed."
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Lesson: Keep a note pad on you at all times and take names. Just because the shift IC cares about you as a human being and will ensure that your car is under his care during the watch doesn't mean that the next one will, nor that the first one will have the brains to pass it on the the next shift. If he was that smart, he wouldn't be a rent-a-cop if he didn't want to.
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Also, leave Atlanta. This goes for all of you people who seem to have a miserable string of shitty days and seem to have just resigned yourself to them.
Just fucking get out of Atlanta. Or, if you're not in Atlanta, get out of where you are. And do not under any circumstances find your way to Atlanta!
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"She wasn't going to help me." "If she was, I think you lost her at 'If I leave it here another night, are you going to put another boot on it?'" "Yeah, well. If I'm being a smartass to someone I need help from I've already concluded they're not going to help me. It's just catharsis at that point."
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I've only been up for a couple hours but today's set to follow the trend.
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Riding the train for five hours today sucked but it did give me a good chance to study for next week's quiz in Pastry. If anybody needs to know the eight things you can make from eclair dough I got you covered.
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I'd really like to stop having reason to... What am I on now, quadruple-posting? in this thread. Knee gave out at work as expected, have to tough out the next five hours basically on one foot.
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Worked too late last night to take a train home. Needed the extra hours and pay but had to blow four hours' worth on cab fare. Also my dog's chronic cough has gotten worse and fuckall if I can get him to the vet or pay for the visit.
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Look.
Do you need help?
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...I was going to post about my aunt but I don't think I should after seeing R2 and realizing it could be a lot worse.
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I guess no matter how bad it gets I can always be a bad example.
I think I'm to a point beyond my ability to cope. Anyone willing to volunteer something to help, PM me. I'll respond to PMs with my Paypal address as soon as I remember which one it is.
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Having actually spent time with the big moment I've been dreading, I'm going to just toss it out there anyway.
The past few weeks have been this house descending into a depressive insanity. Internally, my mother is adapting to her cancer extremely poorly and is prone to just spending days sort of wandering around the house in a daze, pausing only to eat, sleep, bio, and cry. My dad's health deteriorates as well from seeing this, as well as learning that his own mother's mental state due to Alzhimers and other problems has gone so far down the hellhole that she's been lying to the entire family my dad is in to put him and all his siblings against each other, by saying how badly each one's treating her, and now he has to go out there and try to get shit sorted out (and there's a terrifying fucking chance her health's so far gone that she may bite it)
And today my aunt gets here, the smoking, drinking, narcissistic, racist, prejudicial aunt who, when my mother had cancer, called her up and told her to just "Get over it" after hearing how badly she was taking it.
On top of all this, my math class has been schitzophrenic due to the teacher first assinging tons of homework, realizing he'd have to grade it, scaling it back, and then the local case of a 16 year old who raped a 5 year old, and when she woke up in the middle of it, beat her to death and then finished, he was a family friend and he was completely fucking out of it this whole past week.
...so yeah if I've seemed weird, distant, or just nonresponsive this past few weeks this is kind of why.
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My situation seems worse than that? Jesus.
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Yours is more directly affecting.
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And now they're arguing over who's better, Edward or Jacob.
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And today my aunt gets here, the smoking, drinking, narcissistic, racist, prejudicial aunt who, when my mother had cancer, called her up and told her to just "Get over it" after hearing how badly she was taking it.
Several of my family members were like that to my mom during and after her battle with cancer. My uncle and aunt were telling people outside the family that it wasn't a big deal despite my mom nearly dying from stage III fucking ovarian cancer, and she got memory problems from the chemo that a lot of the family just conveniently ignores whenever they want to yell at her for not remembering anything.
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Cancer is a hard thing to acknowledge in your life.
Some people are not capable of it.
I cannot condemn them.
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I'm so used to seeing people who have cancer take it as a sign to try and bow out with a bit of grace that the reality of it is shocking. Then again, the people I knew were all 75-80+, and not much in the habit of talking to me about their emotions an innermost fears.
Someone in the "family" is going through chemo right now. I'm pretty sure they're far from death's door, but each session obviously takes a lot out of them.
Also I agree with R2. That he desperately needs money to keep his mediocre quality of life together seems somehow less dramatic than Lyrai's pile. It could be because I could actually help R2 in a meaningful way also makes it and me feel less awful. Or at least I would feel less awful if I weren't already living on charity.
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It wouldn't help with the knee or the problems I'd rather not discuss on a public forum but $2500 would turn mylife mostly around, probably with change to spare. That seems trivial compared to a family coping with two members having life-altering disease. (Note: I am not asking anyone for $2500 it's just a sum that seems like it would cover everything that needs my urgent attention.)
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It would not have bothered me nearly as much if she didn't do it days after my mother found out she had it.
Like if this was like, 5, 6 years down the road? And had gotten the whole family up in arms for years over it? Then yes, I could begin to see that line of thought
But Day fucking 3 of finding out your life is fucking changing, for the worse, and will never, ever be the same is never the time to tell someone to get over it.
R^2s seemed a lot more horrifying to me because part of me thinks I'm just overdoing shit and not handling it well. We need to come up with something marketable then solicit paypal donations for R2.
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Kitties are trying to steal my spaghetti and I have the sniffles.
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Our washing machine broke! I think the gasket connecting the pump to the drain must have sprung a leak, because as soon as the main wash cycle ends, water starts trickling across the floor.
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My grandmother fell and broke her hip last night. She is getting on in years and they may have to do surgery.
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And now they're arguing over who's better, Edward or Jacob.
At first I thought you were saying that your relatives were arguing about which sibling was better. In a way, realization of the truth was far more horrifying.
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Went to bed around 4:00, woke up every 20-40 minutes afterward for some reason or another. The exception is the event I programmed to interrupt my sleep, as my alarm didn't go off. Even if I wasn't going in early to appeal the boot on my van with security, it'd be a ten-hour schoolday. I have a large, painful blister on the sole of my foot and still have to stand up all day and hike to/from train stations.
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Man. Where do you live? Sounds like you need some emergency alcohol and a friend. I can totally be anywhere in the use in like 30 hours or less. :D Only partially kidding.
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I was offered a Watchtower on the way into the train station. I replied with "Ma'am, if there's a divine force in my life, it is overtly hostile."
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Theory: As soon as an individual begins to feel financially secure, there is a 90% chance something vital in his car will break.
Coolant leak! I was barely able to get a haircut I've needed for two weeks and coast + frequent stops my way home while the engine heat tried to bounce to the top of the meter!
Also I guess I can't buy new shoes(while working 32 hours a week outside with widening holes at the heels from all the walking) or go try to organize my continuing education(because I literally can't do anything for 4 days of the week because everybody closes by 5.) At least I got the haircut so the 100 degrees feels like 95... if I even have transportation to reach my job with! Whoop Whoop!
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Carry a gallon of water in automobile. It's the summer, so you don't need antifreeze. Just drop the water in every time you're leaving somewhere, find a spigot, fill it up, and be on your way. It's not a long-term fix, but it'll get you from a to b.
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I've heard that it can take you all the way to j or k with enough repetitions, but not much farther. Certainly not to z. GL
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This is nowhere near as bad as R^2, Mars, or Doom's problems, but one of my crabs is really sick, and I have no idea what to do. He's really pale, lethargic, and for the past few weeks has been hanging half out of his shell. A few days ago, I found him completely out of his shell, and he's been like that since. He still moves around, but he won't go back into his shell, or into any of the other ones I have in the tank. All five of my other crabs are doing just fine, so I don't think it's contagious, but it's still worrisome.
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you have a lot of dirt in the bottom right? And you keep plants in the tank with plastic over the top for moisture and oxygen, right? They have to be kept humid, warm, breathing and with enough soil to molt in.
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Of course! And I have a thermometer/humidity gauge, so I know that's fine. I give them fresh food, fresh and salt water, stuff for calcium and plenty of stuff to climb on. Like I said, he's the only one acting this way, the others are active, healthy, and have great color.
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Envy: I am so sorry to hear about the hip. Have a weird, but reliable friend whose currently a nurse. Very wise guy whose done it all: aircraft pilot, teacher, army officer, journalist and a few others. If he was your friend, he'd bring over a bottle of jack, get shitfaced, break out a guitar after breaking urban ordinance on backyard fires and sing old songs, then would warn you to steel up: Prospects for broken hips in elderly are not good due to likelihood of post-op infection. I still have your address. But despite my good intention, I can't do booze over international borders, otherwise I'd pass you my reserve twixer, even if it is half-evaporated.
Lyrai: Please excuse me if you've heard this one before, but when I was once thrown into a toxic workplace for too long with no viable alternative for employment. The place was so socially unsatisfying, isolated and broken that it along with my inability at the time to complete education drove me to the point of swimming out to sea to the point of no return one winter's night. Told this one and the details to someone I'm pretty close with, and she told me explicitly that the work situation "is not my fault". Not the situation of how I got there, but the overall toxicity of the environment and that there was nothing I could do, so I should stop worrying excessively.
Lyrai, this situation that you describe with the family, and especially the teacher's situation: None of it is your fault. The toxicity of your Father's mother, or your aunt isn't. The fact that this atrocity happened to your math teacher's friend's daughter is surreal and all the more scary, but it is out of your realm. While I think I still have your address, I can offer you just as meagre offerings as Envy with possible exception of math assistance.
I wish you both all the best. I've too-recently found out how little we are without our bloodlines, for better or worse.
PS Doom: What model is your vehicle?
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SCD: I appreciate it, and part of me understands that a lot of it is out of my control, that the most I can do is watch, but there's this deep, burning desire in me that just wants to help the fuck out of people until they're happy.
So basically the rational and irrational sides of my brain fight a lot.
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Spending the whole day in the Hospital today while my mom has surgery. Should be a laugh riot.
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That's always shit man, I spent nine years like that. I hope everything goes ok.
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This is nowhere near as bad as R^2, Mars, or Doom's problems, but one of my crabs is really sick, and I have no idea what to do. He's really pale, lethargic, and for the past few weeks has been hanging half out of his shell. A few days ago, I found him completely out of his shell, and he's been like that since. He still moves around, but he won't go back into his shell, or into any of the other ones I have in the tank. All five of my other crabs are doing just fine, so I don't think it's contagious, but it's still worrisome.
My biggest problems are being unable to get a job and persistently feeling miserable about that and the state of world, but I'm not getting as crapped on as Lyrai. (I'd talk about my problems, but then I'd sound like a younger Mongrel)
I wish I could help you guys but I'm poor and can't get out of Chico. I've got an internet shoulder to cry on and that's about it. I hope things get better for you guys.
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My crab died :(
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:;_;:
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I could really use help killing myself or something.
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Oh dear. I'm afraid to ask, but...what's goin' on?
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Back from the hospital. Mom's alive, which is nice, but she'll be there for awhile. Compare the time stamps if you'd like to see how long my day was. Capper was definitely the lonely bus ride home (I don't own a car), followed by the two mile walk home in 80-90 degree heat, at 8:30 at night. Fucking state.
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I hope you feel ok. If you need someone to talk to, look me up man.
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I've been at this a long time. It's just very tiring to be in the hospital that long.
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condolences bal
i won't t-bone you while you're in the menu ok
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...was going to complain about my electric bill but fuck it, I'm the luckiest guy in the thread.
Good luck to the rest of you.
Except Teg. I do not wish you any luck in killing yourself. Hope you feel better, whatever it is that's up.
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I had a job interview today, I spent all day working out exactly what I was gonna say and I was really confident...
Until a half hour before the interview, then I became a nervous wreck and my answers were full of "Um"s and "Ah"s because I was so nervous I was having trouble thinking right.
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Funny, I CONDUCTED a job interview today and did the same thing.
Didn't help that the guy I was interviewing had literally ten times my experience.
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Did you get to tell him that you're sorry, but he's over-qualified?
Also the coolant leak may resolve itself with a $12 radiator hose replacement. Holding my breath and wearing new shoes. Still uncanny how the car explodes the day I deposit a pay-check that pushes me into financially secure town.
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Getting off work after midnight and needing to be at school around ten-ish was a better idea when commuting took 20-30 minutes instead of well over an hour. In bed when I got home at 2:00, alarm set for 9:00, watched the clock tick upwards until after 3:00. Girlfriend comes home at 5:00 and wants to stay up talking about how sorry she is she woke me up. Just let me sleep! I have class AND work today!
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Did you get to tell him that you're sorry, but he's over-qualified?
Also the coolant leak may resolve itself with a $12 radiator hose replacement. Holding my breath and wearing new shoes. Still uncanny how the car explodes the day I deposit a pay-check that pushes me into financially secure town.
I think it's a conspiracy to hold the poor man down. Used cars contain a chip that records your bank account information the first time you use a drive thru ATM, back-traces it to the companies you pay billls to, and whenever you start to save up money or pay off your bills, it intentionally fails.
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Doom: For anyone with an old car which likes to cop attitude, I cannot recommend Purchasing a Haynes Manual (http://www.haynes.com/) hard enough. When I was bombing around in the west with my 1991 Mazda 626, I only conducted two repairs with it (which made the manual pay for itself) including changing the radiator fan-thingy and some other minor fluid changes. It's thirty dollars well-spent, even if you never end up conducting repairs yourself.
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Yesterday, I dropped the girlfriend off at her place and got T-boned 10 yards from the door by a 17 year old girl who blew a stop sign. That same night my 18 year old brother got arrested for possession (and who knows what else... the cops kept his phone as evidence). Teenagers are the worst.
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what's up with teg?
Basically I just can't bear life anymore. For about a year now my life has continuously gotten worse and worse. My girlfriend dumped me right before my birthday -which nobody remembered- and abandoned everything to run off and live with some guy literally the next day, all of my friends stopped voluntarily talking to me and began talking about me behind my back, I came out to my parents who immediately were against it and swore to never accept me, my job continues to get worse in a town where the usual strategy is to move to a different province when you turn eighteen, I blew thousands of dollars getting a useless diploma that I don't even physically have because I don't have a secure address to deliver it to, I am no longer on speaking terms with my my dad after he stole a bunch of my clothes and keepsakes that I treasured, my mom continues to be actively and insulting toward me for no good reason even though she knows I'm unstable, and I'm paying unbelievably high prices for an apartment I can't use because I can't get my stupid bed moved.
This is continuing with the trend that my life has been taking for at least a quarter of its duration.
Basically if people treat you like this long enough, you start to feel like you probably deserve it.
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Fuck the bed and move. I can't really think of any solution to your other problems but that might be a start. Just hang in there.
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It sounds like moving into your own apartment -- and thus away from your parents -- would really get you ahead on turning your life around.
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Surely it'd cheaper, past a certain point, to abandon the bed and buy a new one later.
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teg: inflatable mattress
it's actually quite comfy
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I slept on one all the way through college, it's doable.
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Filling an air mattress using muscle power isn't a super-fun time. Mine came with an electric pump, and I'm not sure how I'd have handled sleeping if it didn't. Couch maybe?
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At this point, even an old sleeping bag + the floor seems like a better option.
But if the bed is really all that keeping you from moving when you so desperately need to get out, perhaps the question should be "Am I so attached to my things that I can't let go of even a single piece of furniture at need - or is there some other reason stopping the move that I don't want to confront, for which 'I can't move my bed' is a convenient excuse?".
Not actively trying to be a dick. I'm just saying, if the bed is REALLY REALLY the only reason you're staying, it's time to cut your losses. If it isn't, you need to examine exactly why that is.
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Didn't get the job, so I basically spent that money I spent on an outfit for it on nothing. now i'm nearly broke, i'm getting some money next week for a shift at work I did yesterday, but It's not enough to cover the $200 I have to contribute to the shared bills for the house. If I had my tax money, I'd be fine, but target is screwing around with the certificate I need to claim it.
The thing that makes me feel worst is that I kept getting told that I had a really chance of getting this job, friends told me that to get this kind of job, all I needed was to present myself well and be able to speak english, they said similar jobs they had in the past would hire anyone that isn't totally stupid. It really got my hopes up, and now I just feel like i'm really stupid.
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Stush its not you, its that jobs like that are easy to fill. If a dozen people came in, they basically just drew a name out of a hat.
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My best friend whom I have a huge crush on broke up with her asshole boyfriend and then said she wants me to move in with her and then she figured out that I have said crush and BAWWWWWWWWW
Also, last night my mom finally figured out that I'm moving out and has started to ask questions that I'm not comfortable answering.
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bawwwww?
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Stush, managers don't want to fill jobs with people who are overqualified, lest they leave within three months when a better opportunity presents itself. You meet the job requirements, yes, but they might be looking for (frankly) an idiot to fill the position if the requirements are that simple.
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Bill for van repair is less than $200. Still needs maintenance and at least two new tires, and we still need to take the dog to the vet, but things have gone from "How can I ever pay for this" to merely difficult.
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You might be right, it could also be my complete lack of communication skills when I'm nervous, if i'm being professional on a phone, i'm fine, but during a face to face interview? "Um.. ahh... well... um... it'd.. ahh... wait, let me start over.. Like... It'd be... like.. ahh..."
I'm not really exaggerating, either, I can't answer questions. :(
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Everyone is like that. Honestly. Not joking. Pretty much anyone who is going to apply for that level of job is going to sound the EXACT same way. As long as what you're actually getting at is what they want to hear, they understand if you're nervous. Job interviews are stressing.
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Ohohohohoho, I spoke too soon. I'm now on the side of the road, van just as broken as it was before.
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You might be right, it could also be my complete lack of communication skills when I'm nervous, if i'm being professional on a phone, i'm fine, but during a face to face interview? "Um.. ahh... well... um... it'd.. ahh... wait, let me start over.. Like... It'd be... like.. ahh..."
I'm not really exaggerating, either, I can't answer questions. :(
Toastmasters: Look it up.
You have no idea how much this stuff is helping me.
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Ohohohohoho, I spoke too soon. I'm now on the side of the road, van just as broken as it was before.
Someone owes you just under $200.
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"Something" is overloading the master control box on my van. We'll find out what it is on Monday. The mechanic was noncommittal about how much it would be to fix. I do hate having to get nasty with people but I've got a good ten days or so of misfortune built up. If he wants to volunteer to be my catharsis I will let him. Also my dog has been diagnosed with a "major" heart murmur, arrhythmia, and possible congestive failure. The medicine to just help with the cough would wipe out all our money.
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Okay, I misunderstood. The wipe-us-out sum was for visit fees, lab work (even though he is a hound dog, ho ho), and medicine for his heart. Three medicines, really. So there's that.
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My dad's health deteriorates as well from seeing this, as well as learning that his own mother's mental state due to Alzhimers and other problems has gone so far down the hellhole that she's been lying to the entire family my dad is in to put him and all his siblings against each other, by saying how badly each one's treating her, and now he has to go out there and try to get shit sorted out (and there's a terrifying fucking chance her health's so far gone that she may bite it)
She didn't recognize him, or any siblings, or even the fact that she was a mother.
When my dad got home it looked like in the past 4 days he aged 10 years.
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Insult to injury: my Blackberry trackball doesn't work. Instead of scrolling down, it instead scrolls up. Imagine using your computer without a mouse or the tab key, and that's what I've got.
On the upside, I'll have to stop spamming this thread with my shitty life events until it magically fixes itself.
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Mine does that all the time. Just press down as hard as you can and roll it around and whatever bit of crud is stuck in there will usually get itself out.
If that doesn't work, er, stop pissing off elder gods.
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I just got a notice from the state's attorney's office saying I have to pay $280 for a $32 bounced check from February. The best part of the notice was the part where it says if I don't make arrangements to pay the fines by the 23rd(today), they're going to pursue criminal charges that could result in 1 year jail time and up to a $2,500 fine.
::(:
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...
How does something like that happen?
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I accidentally bounced a check for $32 back in February, and the place I bounced it at, despite never once attempting to contact me, decided to file charges against me. So now I get to bury myself even more in debt to pay this thing.
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Mine does that all the time. Just press down as hard as you can and roll it around and whatever bit of crud is stuck in there will usually get itself out.
That usually works! But this time I think it's well and truly busted, as no amount of rolling or pressing or blowing works this time.
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R^2, you've had it so bad this week, that every time I see that there's a new post in this thread by you, I'm afraid it'll read "Hey guys, I died!"
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I'm sure he's added a codicil to his Will instructing his next of kin to do exactly that.
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I have a box with a few pieces of paper on it. I told my family to find the box when I die. It has all the passwords and names I use as well as how to use my computer. I update it every birthday and Christmas.
I also have a list of "Who gets what random crap that I really don't need a will to give away" for things like my games, movies, and comics. There are optional instructions to wrap everything in festive paper.
IT PAYS TO BE PREPARED.
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If I ever have a box with instructions to open when I die, it'll be rigged with some kind of WMD. That will be your notice.
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When they open my box, i'll jump out of it and be like "Surprise, i'm not dead!" and everyone will be happy.
And then the Age of Stush begins.
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STUSH AGE: ORIGINS
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My roommate's bike was stolen last night.
I'm just glad mine looks like a piece of crap.
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Freezepop - Bike Thief (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3eLl3pQGoY#)
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That same night my 18 year old brother got arrested for possession (and who knows what else... the cops kept his phone as evidence).
UPDATE: It has been revealed that in addition to the drugs (weed and ecstasy) the cops also confiscated a scales and about two-dozen small containers from the back of his car. Looks like I'm not the family's only entrepreneur anymore.
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So I was in class today, right.
(http://www.intentionallyblank.net/images/comics/shitdays1.jpg)
If that doesn't work, er, stop pissing off elder gods.
I haven't pissed off any elder gods, have I? I did say something snarky to that Jehovah's Witness, but--
Hey, wait.
Heck, by our standards you're basically a Great Old One.
...Clutch? Did I annoy Clutch somehow? Or some other veteran member or admin or something...?
(http://www.intentionallyblank.net/images/comics/admins.PNG)
...!
Holy shit!
R^2 HATES ADMINS.
MY NUZLOCKE COMICS CAUSED ALL THIS
(http://www.intentionallyblank.net/images/comics/shitdays2.jpg)
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Remember when I said I'd just have to wait for the trackball to magically fix itself? Surprise.
No wait
I mean
Hey guys, I died.
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Don't die! You're my special hero!
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The trackball rolls but has a hard time figuring out whether scrolling down means moving the pointer up. Now that I've typed that, time to spend sixty to ninety seconds scrolling toward the "Post" button while my pointer bobs up and down.
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I'm pretty sure I just ruined my friendship with that girl that I have a crush on.
Sometimes I really feel like I should take an interest in drinking or something.
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The trick is just to sound like you don't begrudge people getting totally smashed to justify/excuse their appetites.
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what worked for me was to start hitting on girls I do not know.
Anyway two co-workers took it upon themselves to recreate a part of my database in a completely retarded way and store all data there. I invented Rage on this day.
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Remember, a little poison might actually be good for you. The problem is that poison makes you want to down more poison.
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What I mean is that if I got drunk every time something went wrong I would be drinking constantly, and thus never bored.
I don't actually drink. At all.
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did you (wo)man up and ask her out?
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It's complicated...
THE GIST OF IT:
A FEW DAYS AGO:
her: I broke up with my boyfriend.
me: good; he was sort of an asshole.
her: hey, how about you move in with me?
me: well, I would have to think about it. I do really like you though.
her: like you have a crush on me?
me: yeah.
her: argh fuck you I just want a good friend instead of people crushing on me all the time.
me: that's okay. I'm kind of sad, but I like being your best friend and I don't want to ruin that. Besides, you should probably wait until you've recovered before you try any new relationships.
her: I don't want to be in a relationship. So are you going to move in then? I've been planning it for a long time.
me: wait, hang on. That would be incredibly awkward, for one. And more to the point I just got moved into a place where I'm finally comfortable. Your apartment is more expensive, I've never even seen it, and I couldn't get to work without paying for a cab. I know you're in a bad place right now, but don't you think you're being kind of inconsiderate?
her: no I'm not!
TODAY:
me: so are you feeling better?
her: I think so. Also, I think I'm going to drop out of college and move back to my old town. I can take odd jobs shoveling driveways and stuff and I'll try to get back together with one of my exes because I never got over him. I've been planning this for a while.
me: that sounds an awful lot like you're just taking a bad attitude and trying to back out of your life.
her: fuck you.
I mean, not only did I get her upset with me, but I'm kind of pissed at her. For one thing, she gave her jerk ex a chance (and wants to give her other jerk ex a chance), but won't give me a chance even though we're a lot more compatible and I've been under the impression that she's been coming on to me anyway.
On a more dickish note, it's apparently been her plan for months now to have me move in with her, then move out the next month, stiffing me with a place I don't want and can't afford.
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Uhhh yeah she sounds like a terrible human being, and you're better off without her in your life.
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She's totally not. Under normal circumstances, she's been my absolute best friend through everything. But right now she's really hurting me.
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That correspondence sounds more like bad communication than anyone actually being a dick.
Oh er and I almost got T-boned by Mexicans today who proceeded to throw a rock at my car in retaliation. Then one got out and slapped me when I tried to impolitely inform them that the law in this country is that you don't go flying down the road at 60 mph when an ambulance and a fire truck are both coming your way.
The slapping was just silly. The rock makes me wish they had swerved into a fucking wall though.
(NOTE: I realize that sounds like I made them swerve, which I didn't; I had to get the hell back into the middle lane when I realized they were just going to bullet through instead of respecting the goddam emergency vehicles.)
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Teg: She sounds like a mess. You don't want to date a mess. It never goes well. You were planning to move in with her or you with her? Definitely communication.
Sorry about your luck.
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Teg, aren't crazy bitches the hottest?
Seriously though you're better off. I've played the "hey want to be my friend while I get in and out of horrible relationships and describe it all in detail to you even though I know you like me but will never give you a chance?" game a few times. It's never good.
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Yeah, that girl sounds like a car crash waiting to happen.
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On a more dickish note, it's apparently been her plan for months now to have me move in with her, then move out the next month, stiffing me with a place I don't want and can't afford.
If this is even remotely true, time to back away from the problem.
What I mean is that if I got drunk every time something went wrong...
I thought the problem hottie didn't like your sober attitudes. My given advice is inapplicable. Sorry.
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For one thing, she gave her jerk ex a chance (and wants to give her other jerk ex a chance), but won't give me a chance even though we're a lot more compatible and I've been under the impression that she's been coming on to me anyway.
WEEEEOOOOOOOWEEEEEEOOOOOOWEEEEEOOOOOOO
That is my siren going off here. Stop pining over "just give me a chance" and "we SHOULD be compatible" unless you want to be miserable forever. If she doesn't like you that way you're not going to change her mind through logical arguments. Feelings don't work that way as much as we wish they would.
So now you know, and you can either continue to be her friend or cut off contact, it's totally up to you. Either way you gotta spheal with it.
(btw: is this the same girl you were talking about in the good times thread? hasn't it only been a week?)
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Different girl.
Yeah, I'm not about to keep trying, if that wasn't obvious. And I don't really feel too bad about it, either.
Also, by coming on to me, I mean like "sent me photos of her crotch" coming on to me.
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I send people photos of my crotch all the time, and all I got was this stupid ankle bracelet.
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increase the output
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Guys I just got off the phone with
my own grandmother the mechanic. He's now had my van for over a week and it's still burning out when he drives it. I shudder to think how much this will cost in labor alone.
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Watch out. He may well be milking you.
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Your grandmother is a mechanic?
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Your grandmother is milking you?
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Your grandmother is a man?
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No, John. You are the grandmother
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John's his own Grandmother?
(http://www.watchfuturamaonline.net/media/images/Pn4Ss1200074914995.jpg)
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So I just got back from my cardiologist! Well, not my cardiologist. A cardiologist who happened to know my cardiologist. See, my cardiologist moved to Chicago. This guy filled his slot.
Anyway he left me with three things to decide on: Taking medicine for the rest of my life or maybe end up on a pacemaker before I am 50. Getting an MRI or not. And having a terribly painful, possibly disfiguring surgery that may not be entirely needed but might be.
So while talking to my parents about some things, I let it slip why I don't go to pools anymore. So now my mother is all for the surgery, to the point where she is practically looking for days to schedule it for and my dad keeps giving me a weird look every time he looks at me.
And on toooop of that, I got to look at all the charts and numbers for my heart and all that which is something I usually love. "When the numbers go up, it means you're having more fun," right? Well, in my case it means I'm closer to dying. And it turns out, I have my worse problems while sleeping. Nothing bad, but if things get worse, sleeping could be dangerous. GREAT. Like I wasn't having a hard enough time sleeping lately. Now I'll freak out about THAT and that'll cause me to get nervous and worked up which will cause me to worry about my heart which will make my chest hurt which will freak me even more out to the point I'm having a panic attack and won't get any sleep.
Hoooraaaay.
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So while talking to my parents about some things, I let it slip why I don't go to pools anymore. So now my mother is all for the surgery, to the point where she is practically looking for days to schedule it for and my dad keeps giving me a weird look every time he looks at me.
???
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I have a rather large chest bowl. And it got to the point where when I went to a public pool, people would stare. And the last time I went, a little kid came up while I was talking and poked my chest. He started crying and the mom snatched him up and left.
I'm fine with how I look. And I actually look pretty good. But, uh. some stupid people tend to stare. It just made me uncomfortable enough to just stick to private pools.
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Interesting question: Is or was your Cardiologist David Wilber? He's at North-Western.
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*Hugs lottel FOREVER*
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Painful explosive diarrhea.
I would make an "a literal shit day" joke, but I think it's already been done.
So instead, I'll just say I NEVER KNEW POOPING COULD HURT SO MUCH
::(:
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I would make an "a literal shit day" joke, but I think it's already been done.
:whoops:
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At least twice.
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I'm not going to shitcan you for reaching for the low-hanging fruit when you're at half-height.
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and by low hanging fruit he means testicles folks is he on a roll
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With all due respect I think to most people here it looks like you are initiating a retard fight.
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Not starting a fight. But yes, no-capitalization or punctuation is generally used to convey 'retardo-voice'.
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im drunk so much bad stuff is probably hyberbole but bureaucracy fuxed my summer plans and the girl i ove wont come to town for a whole year. im running off of bursaries and thus am too broke ass to have a car, which is a pretty bad departure from 2 yrs ago,
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I'm a little drunk. Second night in a row, even! Now to go another 4-8 months without drinking at all. Not even water or pop.
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Guess who went to the emergency room today! Me!
The worst part is, as my family has pointed out again and again, it was completely pointless because not only did I feel better after a while, but they did absolutely fuck all to figure out what was wrong with me. I could have gotten the same or better service from a clinic for cheaper. But at the time I felt like I was going to die, sooo...
Basically I feel like a stupid piece of shit for wasting everybody's time today. At least I'm still covered by my parents' insurance!
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You should change your name, then.
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Hey so I figured out today that my dad's probably been stealing my mail and throwing it away. Glad I'm secretly moving in about a week.
So exactly how does one go about the whole lawsuit thing? I'm not good with the legal system and all but I'm pretty sure I could get a pretty sizable chunk of my life back.
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Suing your parents is probably a bad idea in the long run. I mean, that's some pretty awful behaviour, but it's still probably not worth your time.
Best to just finish moving out and moving on.
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Concurred. To fuck blood is to lead on the path to moral and physical ruin in my books. If your post office does address changes, make it happen and make it permanent so that all mail addressed to your name is sent your way as opposed to there.
Good luck.
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To fuck blood is to lead on the path to moral and physical ruin in my books.
Suing your parents is probably a bad idea in the long run.
So is stealing from your kids.
I'm not being vengeful. My student loan is basically fucked at this point because I haven't been receiving any notices concerning my loan payments, including the interest relief forms I requested. The least he's going to do is pay for it. There's not a single thing wrong about that; slippery slope be damned.
I might not sue, but I'm not about to let a couple of crimes go totally unreported.
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I've got a really solid relationship with my mom, but if I didn't I have a hard time seeing why taking legal action against her (her being a hypothetical completely different lady) in order to recover from having my shit completely ruined would be such a bad thing. Not necessarily cheerleading for this option, but absolutely think carefully about the pros and cons, and maybe get some reliable legal advice on how the case would look.
It's hard to get my head around the "moral ruin" objection. Dude laid some phenotypes on teg, but just going by this thread, right now he reads like less of a father figure than I don't know an oppressive psychopath?
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I just got two tires replaced... oh, call it seven, maybe eight hours ago. One of the two not replaced just ruptured open. So now I'll be driving on two new tires, one slightly-worn spare, and one old shitty tire. Yay.
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Do you know how much it sucks to change a tire with a giant burn blister on the palm of your hand? Because srsly u guys, u guys, srsly.
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I know how bad it sucks to change a tire without any sort of burn damage. LO SIENTO
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I don't think there's much relationship to salvage when your father has taken to committing actual felonies against you.
I really don't know how to go about fixing this either but I suspect if you get someone administrative at the Post Office and tell them exactly what's happening they'll be able to guide you in a direction. At worst, you'll only waste your time.
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My dad is trying to guilt me into staying home with his lonely ass basically--he wants me to take ANOTHER year off from school even though I got accepted into my grad school of choice, and then wants me to work at his store and make $10,000 to put away for school, but basically, that's ridiculous. The longer I wait, the more I won't want to go to PA for school because the state is terrible and the school is in a terrible area and it just stresses me the fuck out that he's all "money for school, you know you want that!" because he's right and it makes me second guess my choice even though I feel it's the best one even if I don't have financial aid for the fall yet or an apartment and school starts in a month OH GOD.
D: run on sentence
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Yeah I've been "going back to school" for 7 years now.
:doit:
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I don't think there's much relationship to salvage when your father has taken to committing actual felonies against you.
I really don't know how to go about fixing this either but I suspect if you get someone administrative at the Post Office and tell them exactly what's happening they'll be able to guide you in a direction. At worst, you'll only waste your time.
As someone who had a piece of shit father who stole from him and ruined his life, I'm going to say sue the fucking shit out of him. Take him for everything he's stolen from you and then some, and never speak to him again.
I was sad when my father died, but don't think for a minute that I forgot the shit he did to me. He stole thousands in saving bonds from me to buy drugs and I have a pretty good feeling he may have also had a friend 'steal from him' and sell all of the things he 'stole' for drug money when I was a child. He deserved to get kicked in the ass for the shit he pulled and the only thing I regret more than my dad dying while we were on bad terms is my dad dying without ever really feeling karmic retribution for making my life miserable for my childhood and adolescence.
It's easy for those of you with good relationships with your parents to cast a judgemental eye, but I don't wager your father cashed in your college money so he could buy a few more days worth of heroin.
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Also, that big student loan that's totally fucked now? It's for a diploma that for all I know probably got thrown out like the rest of my mail. So the only thing I'm paying for is him being a complete asshole.
EDIT: 300th post woo :advice:
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Well, the actual physical certificate doesn't mean much. You can get that reissued if it matters.
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Do you know how much it sucks to change a tire with a giant burn blister on the palm of your hand? Because srsly u guys, u guys, srsly.
It sucks. It really does.
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stealing my mail
So phone up the people and check if they sent anything / are waiting for you to get back to them. Sighing over your problems won't solve them.
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I'd steal teg's mail.
If she was wearing it.
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I don't think there's much relationship to salvage when your father has taken to committing actual felonies against you.
I really don't know how to go about fixing this either but I suspect if you get someone administrative at the Post Office and tell them exactly what's happening they'll be able to guide you in a direction. At worst, you'll only waste your time.
As someone who had a piece of shit father who stole from him and ruined his life, I'm going to say sue the fucking shit out of him. Take him for everything he's stolen from you and then some, and never speak to him again.
I was sad when my father died, but don't think for a minute that I forgot the shit he did to me. He stole thousands in saving bonds from me to buy drugs and I have a pretty good feeling he may have also had a friend 'steal from him' and sell all of the things he 'stole' for drug money when I was a child. He deserved to get kicked in the ass for the shit he pulled and the only thing I regret more than my dad dying while we were on bad terms is my dad dying without ever really feeling karmic retribution for making my life miserable for my childhood and adolescence.
It's easy for those of you with good relationships with your parents to cast a judgemental eye, but I don't wager your father cashed in your college money so he could buy a few more days worth of heroin.
Actually, my life continues to be ruined to this very day by evilly incompetent parents, who have routinely put their own needs ahead of mine. Thirty years and counting. I must watch as they do the same to my only brother, who still remains hopelessly ensnared at 26*. College money? Shit, that's nothing. I've seen millions wasted (including college money for myself AND my brother AND further college money I gave to my brother afterward, not that that was all that much).
And yet, while I would never say never, I still do not recommend such a strong course of action without very serious consideration. Not that serious abuse should be taken lightly, or brushed off with a cliche that goes back hundreds of years but lawsuits, restraining orders, legal charges and other, serious and permanent severences with one's family are simply not to be undertaken lightly.
*I have offered him asylum, but he has declined. Everyone must make their own choices. Such is life. Bleak and nasty.
EDIT: Warning - while you were typing a yadda yadda
I also agree with JD. I hate to be rude about this, but honestly there's been a litle too much "Oh noes I'm doomed" and all too little action to take control of your situation. It's like when you couldn't move the bed. You just threw up your arms and despaired. A solution was presented that was simple and practical. I don't know if you took that advice, but given that you're still at home, I'm not optimistic.
You need to take the helm and seize contol over your own life. Whether this means going for a lawsuit or just moving out, you need to stop dithering and get your shit together. You gotta think for yourself and act for yourself.
But maybe you're like my brother. Well, I've said my peice.
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My life is horrible. I'm in a class with a teacher who takes Nietzsche seriously and expects us to do the same.
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Things are pretty awful but sometimes the only way through a shit sandwich is to take one big steaming bite after another.
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My life is horrible. I'm in a class with a teacher who takes Nietzsche seriously and expects us to do the same.
If that's the worst of your troubles, remember that courses come to an end. Usually in mere weeks. If you really need something to sustain you, just watch A Fish Called Wanda.
Things are pretty awful but sometimes the only way through a shit sandwich is to take one big steaming bite after another.
Sometimes the reward for finishing the sandwich is more sandwiches. Without bread.
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Mongrel will buy you a double down if you get through this class.
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I love you all.
Small fry really, this bullshitter (the philosopher, not the teacher). Sperendum Est - Faith Endures
If anything, the fact that I get better marks at these bullshit school-mandated honours courses (phil, ethics, lit) than those who take it seriously makes me feel all that much better.
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Do tell me all about it Mongrel.
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No, no, I don't think so.
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Also I got one of my coworkers to help me out with U-Haul stuff (you have to be 21 and have a credit card), so I'll be out of here in the next couple of weeks. So screw you.
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That's actually good to hear.
Teg, we don't see what you do all day. We have to go by what you post here (another reason why it's dangerous to take our advice anyway). On that basis, things looked pretty bad.
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I feel sorta bad, I hardly ever ring my dad, I don't know why, I like being around him, and we get on well, but I'm always sorta scared of him, like some kind of subconscious thing that stops me from ringing him, he was a pretty mean drunk when we were growing up, so I guess that's why.
It feels bad, because I have a fairly alright dad, but I'm not all that good to him, and even though i'd like to change how I feel, I don't know how to.
EDIT: Not really related to me having a shit day, I guess, just with all the talk about dads and stuff I figured i'd mention it. I've been putting off ringing him for weeks, because i'm scared that he's gonna be mad that I haven't rang him in so long. :(
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Dekarma'd. Your emotions are not manly enough!
If your father is anything like I imagine him, (like Cousin It, if the cousin were covered in styled and immaculately groomed face and body hair) he'd be happy if you took a moment to share some of your accomplishments with him.
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I haven't showered in two days because my brother is a cunt I had to move two sofas a bed a tv a dresser five boxes of shit that had the record of agarest war hump pillow boobie mouse pad shit in one of it a desk two computers and my brother is a cunt and i have to help him move because it's for my dad and ufck ofuhaisdhsduhfisfasd pahilhsf NO ONE WOUL CONVIFN D TME AFAUCK FUCK
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Oh god, he broke Lyrai.
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How much is that going to cost to fix?
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Maybe we can pin all of the damage we did on him as well.
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The dog has a high chance of having cancer.
My mother subsequently spent the rest of the day crying and demanding to know (from God? Zeus? Someone.) what the dog did to deserve that.
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some motherfucker slashed one of my tires today.
i will probably lose my job because of this tomorrow.
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I got a flat tire on my bike for the second time in two weeks.
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some motherfucker slashed one of my tires today.
I got a flat tire on my bike for the second time in two weeks.
I think I'm going to go put my spare tire in my trunk right now.
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I get to begin UV treatments so I can hopefully avoid lymphoma.
Perspective!
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Tires and breakdowns can be a real bitch, lemmetellya. My van runs but I'm pretty sure I should stop driving it before something vital breaks worse than it is.
Still less bad than potential cancer.
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I drove her to the vet today so they could do more tests and keep her overnight.
The look on a pet's face when you leave them with the vet, that scientifically-perfect "Why are you doing this why won't you come save me from these strange people you horrible person needs to be fucking weaponized, because god damn.
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Still less bad than potential cancer.
Well, potential is the key word - there's nothing going pear-shaped yet. I felt like I was fishing for sympathy by even posting that, but it's the truth I suppose. Plus I've known about it for a while now. It's just now I know how long treatment will run (for like three months, gah, going to have fun asking for so many afternoons off with work the way it is now).
And my track record for having a minor positive to offset the negative also continued. My glasses frames had a big crack in 'em and I thought I'd have to pay upwards of $500 to get new pairs, but I found a really awesome repair guy, a jeweler who fixes glasses on the side, who also turned out to have a really cool workshop hidden in an elite downtown high-security building, was incredibly cheap, was having a discount on frame repairs in August (I shit you not), and also turned out to be distantly familiar with my Mom's extended family.
I guess that last part belongs more in the Good Times thread.
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I missed my train but not because of something I did. Missed it by less than a minute. now I am stuck in Chicago and had to call in to work. Oh joy.
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Go hang out with Classic.
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Sorry dude, I am fucking in Urbana now. Otherwise I'd haul your ass where you needed to be for a small (and probably deferrable) fee.
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I think one of the wheels on my van is bent out of shape. If I had any chances of scrapping it and starting over with another cheap used vehicle, I would, but rent is due tomorrow and I'm already $150 short of that.
Maybe I should just start cycling everywhere.
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Back home a few hours behind schedule and then I looked.
John Campbell is in Chicago doing an art show.
How... fun.
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Maybe I should just start cycling everywhere.
Even if you hate exercise and aren't a hippie, you gotta admit it saves on gas & insurance.
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At only a minor risk of getting run down by an inattentive driver or my bad knee giving out entirely!
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Man dude, I guess you wouldn't be a so derpressed if you weren't looking for the tarnish-lining to every silver bar, would you?
Bad knees though, those are bad news. I'm guessing this isn't the kind of bad knee that regular (gentle) exercise can "make less bad" eh?
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I don't have to look for complications. They find me well enough as it is.
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Total bonehead maneuver. I downloaded a suspect file without bothering to check whether my antivirus software was running: it wasn't, and the file had all kinds of nastiness attached. Rootkits and trojans and malware galore; browser-based search like Chrome's search box is all hijacked, and this shit seems to have gotten into Avast, because it's refusing to scan properly. I'm running Trend Micro HouseCall right now, and some Security Suite bullshit that appears to be party of the welcoming party I downloaded initially has popped up in response to helpfully scan in parallel. I stopped that, but it's hijacking Task Manager and is popping up all sorts of helpful virus alerts and offering to block attacks for me.
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Heh, classic Egg Shen!
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Total bonehead maneuver. I downloaded a suspect file without bothering to check whether my antivirus software was running: it wasn't, and the file had all kinds of nastiness attached. Rootkits and trojans and malware galore; browser-based search like Chrome's search box is all hijacked, and this shit seems to have gotten into Avast, because it's refusing to scan properly. I'm running Trend Micro HouseCall right now, and some Security Suite bullshit that appears to be party of the welcoming party I downloaded initially has popped up in response to helpfully scan in parallel. I stopped that, but it's hijacking Task Manager and is popping up all sorts of helpful virus alerts and offering to block attacks for me.
Let me level with you:
Just reformat. You'll get over the lost data, and nine times out of ten, it's not worth the fucking effort to try to save your computer.
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Personally, I know I wouldn't get over the lost data, because in my case, I have over a decade's worth of files.
But then, that's why I do a total back up of all my shit every couple of months. Obviously it's a little late for that this time, but if you do care deeply for your stuff (if you don't, Shinra's suggestion is A-list), it's something to look at after this all shakes down.
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My usual technique is to take the hard drive out, mount it in an external drive enclosure (don't let the PC boot from it) and run the virus-scan from another computer. If the system is too badly compromised, do a fresh install on a new hard drive and restore important data from the old drive, perhaps abandoning files which may contain a virus (EXE, HTA, etc).
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My landlady just called. Apparently having pictures of myself in the Baroness costume was the reason one of my rommmates moved out. She wants me to tone it down.*
*Translator's note: stop being so transgendered. You're scaring the normal kids.
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That's uh.... possible grounds for a discrimination suit?
Not that I think you should go all legal-eagle on her. Most people hate those types even when they're 100% right.
But you SHOULD document stuff just in case she tries to throw you out or starts harassing you about it.
You should also try to be up-front about things with any future roommates. Well, unless she deliberately lets the vacant rooms to JOCKO types just to 'hint' you should move out. In which case, see previous point.
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Solve two problems at once: Take teg as a roommate.
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Solve two problems at once: Take teg as a roommate.
I've offered. Believe me.
That's uh.... possible grounds for a discrimination suit?
Not that I think you should go all legal-eagle on her. Most people hate those types even when they're 100% right.
But you SHOULD document stuff just in case she tries to throw you out or starts harassing you about it.
You should also try to be up-front about things with any future roommates. Well, unless she deliberately lets the vacant rooms to JOCKO types just to 'hint' you should move out. In which case, see previous point.
See, I doubt she will throw me out or start harrassing me. She's an okay lady. I'm apparently the best tenant she's ever had, and I don't think she'd want to antagonize someone on (relatively) good terms. I do plan to inform my roommates of the facts. Hopefully she can lease them to people who are more open-minded.
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Sounds to me like your landlady is a classy lady handling this in the best way she can. I mean, this is still a business for her, right?
I'd suggest actively seeking out a transgendered roommate, but that could land you in a creepy situation or two.
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Preferably a slovenly ftm to counter your meticulously neat mtf ways, with hilarious results.
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I smell a sitBANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
BANG BANG
BANG BANG BANG BANG
BANG
BANG
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It would be called Tranny and the Ladyboy. By day, hardened detectives on the Narcotics squad, and by night crazy transgendered people who just can't get along! the odd couple of a new generation.
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BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
BANG
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... ... ... It sounds like the best sitcom ever.
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With sexy results.
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a ftm attracted to guys and a mtf attracted to females and they both fall in love with the opposites original gender so they don't want them to switch
it's like a greek tragedy, but with traps.
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I'd watch it.
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But Nielson's doesn't care about you. You're off their respondent lists.
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As if R^2 didn't have enough problems already.
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a ftm attracted to guys and a mtf attracted to females and they both fall in love with the opposites original gender so they don't want them to switch
it's like a greek tragedy, but with traps.
Okay, see, that? That could actually be a good movie. Like, legit good.
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I was thinking it would be an interesting way to examine what it is that attracts us to others, exactly
I mean it could end with them both going through with it and just being friends, going through with it and being lovers having decided to love the person and not the gender, or not going through with it for the sake of the other (or at least until they break up).
How much of love is attraction to gender and how much of it is attraction to mind/personality/other has always been a subject of interest to me.
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As someone who doesn't watch TV, like ever, yeah. I actually am. But w/e
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Also Friday that sounds good but it needs a hilarious robot sidekick or a big car chase scene because otherwise who would go see that?
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F-french people and their ilk?
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Nope, sorry.
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Let me level with you:
Just reformat. You'll get over the lost data, and nine times out of ten, it's not worth the fucking effort to try to save your computer.
Having saved my sister's computer from far worse than what I infected myself with, I was not about to do this. I'd lose all my progress on EK3, my IF projects, all the ripped music from my cd collection that got stolen last summer—I think I would actually be less inconvenienced by losing my left foot, at this point. And with perseverance, it appears that I have successfully quashed the last erroneous behavior my programs were exhibiting, so it fortunately didn't have to come to that.
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Also Friday that sounds good but it needs a glut of Kevin Smith-esque snappy dialogue because otherwise who would go see that?
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The Girlfriend bought a pack of cigarettes, which took her from "I can get you the money to cover rent" to "Actually no, I can't." Here's hoping the landlord doesn't cash that check right off, or BOING!
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Both of my roommates have moved out. A couple of days ago, before the first one did, I had a dream where he had stolen some of my cookware (most of the stuff in the kitchen is mine). Thankfully, that was not the case.
Today I discovered that most of the dish towels are gone.
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It's the perfect opportunity to go dish towel shopping!
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Wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more.
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You're not saddled with the whole rent burden now, right?
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Heck no. I'm just paying for the room.
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Overdrawn, and with big bills due beyond my ability to pay them at end of month. I need a new revenue stream, soon.
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Stop pissing off elder gods.
That's the only explanation I can come up with for all your bad lucks.
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I don't know what I'm doing to anger the Elder Gods-slash-Admin Team. Should I start, like, burning the pastries and cookies I make in class as an offering instead of sharing them with my coworkers? Does that work?
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I like pyos.
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Our stupid poodle being in heat is causing the other dogs in my house to be crazy, and by other dogs I just mean Bear. He is so about having sex with Greta that he is hyper aggressive, and while Kazz and I were in PA, my mom failed to mention he attacked Finn. We got home and I just thought he had some gross stuff on his shoulder but apparently it was dried blood, so it was sort of serious. Apparently since this has already happened before, my mom is not fucking with it enough to keep Bear separated from any other dog. And because Finn got beat up, he has been terrorizing Sammy (the puppy), and so now he's terrified of Finn and tries to hide under all my furniture and the whole ordeal makes me incredibly angry and sad all at once. I wish I could leave the house and not worry bout this shit happening. And it'd be so easy to remedy so it makes it all the more frustrating.
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Because somebody's got to ask the obvious question: How about neutering your dogs?
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My guess: someone who controls a large purse has opinions against it; someone named "mom".
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Yeah, male dogs will murder, literally murder, one another if there's a bitch in heat in the vicinity. We had aggression problems all over the dog daycare where I worked, and it turns out hey, when we require all the dogs in the facility to be neutered, there's a good reason!
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Neutering literally costs about 50 dollars, so if money is an issue, knock that shit off, guys.
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Neutering around here costs 110$ and once Sammy is fixed, both of my dogs are neutered. My mom is adamant against fixing Bear despite his serious aggression problems, and I really have no control over whether or not she'll get him or Greta fixed. If it were up to me, we'd have 4 fixed dogs. I hear though, with males, they keep the aggression if they get fixed at an older age, especially if they've knocked up any lady dogs. Is that true?
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My mom crossed the moral event horizon tonight by, in summary, saying that I should just get jacked up on medication so that she doesn't have to deal with me being trans.
Hoping to be out of here next week. No regrets.
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Neutering around here costs 110$ and once Sammy is fixed, both of my dogs are neutered. My mom is adamant against fixing Bear despite his serious aggression problems, and I really have no control over whether or not she'll get him or Greta fixed. If it were up to me, we'd have 4 fixed dogs. I hear though, with males, they keep the aggression if they get fixed at an older age, especially if they've knocked up any lady dogs. Is that true?
I've heard conflicting reports, so I'd say it varies from dog to dog.
If neutering is expensive where you live, try finding a more rural vet. Farm animal hospitals will almost always handle domestic pets and charge next to nothing for neutering. The SPCA or the Humane Society (whoever's in your area) also both do low cost neutering, sometimes even free.
No offense LD, but unless your mom is a professional breeder she sounds pretty irresponsible, esp. if your male dog is being aggressive to dogs he's actually familiar with. If he's a big dog and gets out in this kind of condition he could seriously hurt, maim or kill an unfamiliar dog.
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I miss you guys so much. :( It wasn't so bad for the first few days, but the isolation is really getting to me, I can't even get my mobile to work at my house, i've been looking at internet deals, but because telstra has a bit of a monopoly, I can only go with them, and they offer the worst deals, of course. I can get wireless internet with a 2gb limit for $30 a month, or wired ADSL with a 10gb limit for $60 a month. Which is pretty goddamn depressing, to be honest.
And getting a job isn't going as well as I was hoping, i've just gotta keep applying, I guess, i'm ready to take anything, if someone offered me fifty bucks to give them a blowjob, i'd most likely take it, but i'd rather something more regular.
My house is pretty cool, though, and not having the internet means I have plenty of time for other stuff, I finished ace combat 5 and Zero [S ranks on all levels on ace difficulty, only using the cheat planes to take down the big superweapon things, because screw those things.] And i've defragged all my drives about five times each, and scanned for viruses about a dozen times, and been rearranging files a lot, computer's running pretty good. And I started watching Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex, it's pretty good.
I miss you guys a lot, though. :(
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I'd offer you a big hug if I didn't believe you'd gut me like a fish.
Have you plowed through some popular anthropology books? Guns, Germs and Steel?
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I'd give you fifty bucks for a blowjob on a regular basis, if I had fifty bucks on a regular basis.
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I don't really have any smart people books, I've mostly just got manga and tom clancy books. :(
And thanks for the offer, R2! You're a gentleman and a scholar.
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I'd offer you a job job, but you live no where near me.
Oh well.
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Thanks, Lottel, i'll just applying for all the jobs I can find, one of them will be fruitful eventually!
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The good news is that, between my new AC and the solar screens we put up, my electric bill is down almost 20% this month.
The bad news is that that still comes out to $200.
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Knee gave out from walking around all day carrying 40 pounds or so of school gear, leaving me lying on the side of the road for fifteen minutes until a friend came and drove me the rest of the way home. The folks in #finalfight got the play-by-play.
Also I'm $200 overdrawn.
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You know how Microsoft AppLocale specifies that it's a temporary solution and you should really think about changing the language Windows uses for non-Unicode programs? I decided to finally do that, last night. Now my computer won't boot. Looks like I won't be making much Exquisite Knorpse progress until I can find my copy of Windows XP.
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I'm still using Applocale to run Perfect Cherry Blossom in Windows 7.
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The day after I start seriously exercising, I get an ear infection that prevents me from sleeping nromally and has almost swollen the entire canal shut.
Hoo fucking ray.
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Oh Lyrai. You're the only person who can out-Shit-Day me.
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You have everyone here beat by sheer volume R2.
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It's funny. It struck me this morning that there are three adults in this household, not one of whom holds a job.
- My roomate, a mental ruin, who has been living off his savings for nearly a year and a half and possibly looking to start in on welfare (if he moves out to go back to his parents home, it'll be a disaster for him, possibly lead to his suicide after he settles in, and of course double my rent). Our best hope is that he actually ctraters so as to start really meaningfully looking to get help, because he's resisted everything else for years now and just sits in a dull depressing twilight of his own creation.
- Starr, who has been looking for work for months now. She has an MD, which apparently scares off far more people than it attracts once you fall off the actually-going-to-practice-medicine turnip truck and have to find a new career.
- And me. In my case, I'm just plain' ole dumb. :B
And my chest pains have come back. Haha. Well, okay, they're not too bad right now.
scout and heavy good times (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXLoidxjQOE#)
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My cable internet slowed to a crawl about a week ago, and then five days ago it stopped altogether, so I called up Time Warner on Saturday to get a technician appointment for Monday morning. Then everything started working again on Sunday night, so I called and canceled the appointment. Of course, first thing Monday morning my connection took another shit, only this time when I called Time Warner they couldn't get me a tech until FRIDAY.
Ugh, who do I have to blow to get FiOS? Because I will do it I'm jonesing so bad.
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- And me. In my case, I'm just plain' ole dumb. :B
We should start our own business!
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Purveying what, pray tell?
Call me curious. :whoops:
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(if he moves out to go back to his parents home, it'll be a disaster for him...)
This has been me since June '09.
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Purveying what, pray tell?
Call me curious. :whoops:
Blackjack and hookers, of course.
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Busty hookers? :whoops:
Followers of the Canadian press will get this one
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When the instructor uses the word "miracle" to describe how you need to finish your group final project, it's not a good sign.
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Welllll fuuuuuck.
DETAILS AS EVENTS WARRANT.
Needless to say today is pretty shit.
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You used that line again, didn't you?
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No. No. Remember back a few weeks when the owner of the business and the owner of the building had a fight and everyone was worried?
They fought again. Insults were flung. Cops were called.
Now it's just me and two people. One of whom I HATE. The other is merely alright. Recipe is gone. Everything. Oh. And the owner of the building.
So now it's "Do I stay and betray my friends for a business that will fail soon and take what money I can?" or "Do I bail on my job and cut my losses, leaving a guy who never wronged me out to dry just because he picked the wrong team?"
Right now I am working the weekend, just to make enough money to live off for a few weeks then I'm out of there. The business will follow soon after. That is, if they can keep their mouth shut about the people that quit.
And if that's not enough, my Firefox has been bugging out. So I log in with my back up, Chrome, and that crashes. So I log in with IE. Apparently, my ex was the last one to use it. And it saved all her data. So I had logged in under her facebook. And she was talking to a friend about trying to get with the guy she dumped me for. He's not wanting to go for it, and ruin their friendship, so she is going to try and seduce him. If that doesn't work, apparently she has options.
Bleeeeh. This time yesterday, life was gooooood.
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Cut and run. Run as fast as you can.
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See, I was unemployed for most of a year. And I spent all my savings on school. I am literally living weekend to weekend.
And without those weekends...
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Okay, cut and run as soon as you can find work elsewhere. Like me and Niku, basically.
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You know, even when it was your fault and you knew it was coming, it still hurts like a motherfucker when your girlfriend of three years decides 7 months later that the break is permanent.
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Folks it's looking pretty likely I'm going to have to spend a week in the hospital.
I demand some bitchin' book suggestions to help keep insanity at bay
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I've been on an apocalyptic scifi kick lately : Canticle for Liebowitz; Alas Babylon ; Earth Abides; Orphans of the Sky.
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Coma by Robin Cook
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I- maybe... Would you like to read about some maths?
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Canticle for Liebowitz actually sounds pretty interesting... reminds me of B5's post-Telepath War Earth Alliance, which was one of the most interesting and least-explored parts of the lore.
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Funny you should mention B5. There was an episode (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Deconstruction_of_Falling_Stars) with Canticle-like elements to it.
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anything by Jared Diamond?
I dunno, I rarely read novels anymore. It's all history books and similar stuff.
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And our roomate is moving out now.
Annnnnd I am now fucked six ways from Sunday. And so is he.
EDIT: Oh goody. I asked him to at least give me a month's notice (i.e. a month's rent). I won't even get that. Granted, that's because he doesn't even have the money for his half the rent for another month, BUT STILL.
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Up until a few weeks ago, I could say "there was a period in my life, from birth to age 12, where I suffered from hay fever".
At this time however, it is far more accurate to say "there was a period in my life, from age 12 to 29, where I did not suffer from hay fever".
:humpf:
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I just have a cold every springtime.
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Up until a few weeks ago, I could say "there was a period in my life, from birth to age 12, where I suffered from hay fever".
At this time however, it is far more accurate to say "there was a period in my life, from age 12 to 29, where I did not suffer from hay fever".
:humpf:
have you moved recently? I never had allergies my entire life until I moved to Oklahoma, now I get destroyed by them every spring.
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Nah, I've been living within a 4 km radius of my first home in this town for a quarter century now.
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My glasses broke. I need an eye exam as well.
Medicare covers none of this.
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Well, Glasses are thankfully somewhat cheap, unless you need some crazy powerful perscription. Just buy cheap frames and pay out of pocket. Doubt you'll pay more than 200-300 dollars.
You might have local organizations that offer to do this kind of thing for free, an eye exam at least, so look into that.
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Well, I finally told my mom I was moving. And why.
It didn't go well.
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My dad's in the hospital. My mom says she thinks he's going to die and that I'm responsible.
He was apparently taking medication because of the stress I've caused by coming out etc etc; and had a bad reaction or something. I don't know any details.
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Jesus Christ.
No, teg, you are not responsible for any of that. Your dad made the decision to take out his stress in a bad way, and your mother's the same. She is wrong in thinking you are responsible for their inabilities to deal with real life and stress.
You should feel no guilt. Feeling sorry, feeling empathy, all that is fine. But no guilt, period.
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Why haven't you cut off all contact yet?
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Thats... Wow. You have my condolences, man.
... For having shitty drama-queen parents. I don't actually believe your father is in any danger of death.
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That's textbook emotional blackmail. As is typical in such a case, you just need to eat your loss and move on because there is nothing to salvage but your self-esteem.
Besides, nobody has a brush with death on account of disagreeing with their kid a bunch. If your parents blame this on you, I bet they're doing it to deny the reality of an actual health problem.
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Going to the hospital due to an adverse reaction due to meds is a red flag, especially given the history you've been telling us (was it theft you were talking to us about? ... a possible link to that and meds?). I believe Zedpower is on the spot here.
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Yeah guys, I know, it's total bullshit.
He's back from the hospital now. I called the power company today to turn the power on at the apartment. I have to get a deposit in to them and get my mail sorted out, but I should be able to get out of here within the coming week. After that it's a matter of finding a second job, and then maybe things will start going right for a change.
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Here's to your life becoming something other than a Lifetime movie.
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yeah, anything would be better than Lifeti --
COMING THIS SUMMER
(Scene shows overhead helicopter view of suburbia. Centers on shopping mall w/american flag)
ONE MANS JOURNEY TO MOVE HIS BED
(Scene shows bed. It explodes.)
ONE MANS JOURNEY TO FIND HIS PLACE IN THE WORLD
(Scene shows world. It explodes.)
HIS PARENTS ARE TOTAL ASSHOLES
(Scene shows parents. They are flying in a helicopter.)
WANTED BY THE GOVERNMENT
(Scene cuts to the pentagon. That guy who always plays the General slams his fist down on the table.)
"Goddamn it, we've got to stop these terrorparents!"
(Camera follows cruise missile in flight, over suburbia)
THIS SUMMER
(teg runs from exploding shopping mall as cruise missile slams into it, causing massive slow motion explosion)
ALL THE RULES ABOUT FAMILY
(Scene shows portrait of nice looking generic white family caught in fire slowly burning away)
ARE GOING OUT THE WINDOW
(Scene shows teg diving out a window which shatters in slow motion as the room behind him explodes and shoots a gout of fire out the window licking at his heels)
MICHEAL BAY PRESENTS
(Scene shows Micheal Bay eat cereal)
TRANSFORMERS 3
(Scene shows teg's parents turning into decepticons)
REVENGE OF THE PARENTOIDS
(Scene shows pentagon. That guy who always plays the scientist type is briefing the general)
"How long do we have until the asteroid hits earth?"
"It's already impacted."
(Scene shows earth getting hit by asteroid. Massive explosion)
COMING SUMMER 2012
(American flag is clearly shown flying above the ruins of the shopping mall. It is untouched. It explodes.)
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You're a loose cannon, teg! A maverick! I'd have your badge for this... But you get results.
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i am not a dude :0
that's what started this whole mess
not that i would object to shia lebeouf playing me
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You're dudescent.
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Dudescent, the smell of a dude.
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e.g. That rib has a hell of a dudescent.
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my bad
actually the trailer is better in my imagination now
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So, teg, you're F-M?
What's the fucking problem? I've never understood parents who get upset over their female children turning out gay or transsexual or bi. At least being a gay man is still a social taboo, women liking women is fucking trendy.
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I thought teg was a M-F lesbian.
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Correct.
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Well apparently her parents were being horrible to her even before she came out. So now they have something they can believe excuses them for acting selfish and dramatic all the fucking time.
Don't look back, teg.
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Yes walk away from the Drama-Explosion and be a hero!
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Speaking of parents acting dramatic, my dad threatened to kill himself because I couldn't find his phone number because I put my mobile through the wash, and couldn't find it on my computer, so I had to ring him the day after father's day.
He's been doing that for like a decade, though, it doesn't really affect me at all, but it's still frustrating. I just wish he'd realise that the reason I don't ring him so much is that he does crap like this! It's not my fault his life sucks, if he stopped punching people out and becoming mortal enemies with everyone that becomes his friend, he'd have a bit less of a hard time.
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Guess where I am!
That's right, I'm not at my computer! Do you know why?
Correct again! Because my internet connection and phone are down!
Side effects included: not wasting so much time on the computer and getting a good night's sleep for once. I may even make a habit out of this.
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Oh right, yeah, this is supposed to be the thread for downsides to life. Ummm....
Oooh! I got one: due to my lack of internet, I was unable to make a payment on an eBay auction.
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Related: Dad stole my computer; getting it back tomorrow; then leaving for good. No Internet for a while.
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Good luck on that front.
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are you sure you aren't just misplacing things
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Maybe he just left his computer in the doorknob.
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I'm enough of a forgetful schmuck that I might lose my laptop if it weren't clued to me. I've lost wallets, keys, phones, paper notebooks and VCRs.
Tonights supremely minor malaise, an endlessly drippy nose and no desire to get jumped by sudafed.
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Got it back.
More specifically: He left a ransom note.
A fucking ransom note.
See, I took the big boxes with Lego in them etc etc and to make a long story short he wanted me to return my brother's lego train that he hasn't looked at in a decade and was disassembled years ago and added to the heap. So I'm stuck here until I reassemble a train because that's seriously the best justification he could come up with for stealing more of my stuff.
I got it back, plus he gave me three hundred dollars (my stuff was worth closer to $700) and a stiff set of rules for "when" I come back. Yeah, right.
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Teg, your family is a cluster of amazing pieces of shit, that's really all I can say.
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What are The Rules?
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Wow, Teg, I think your father might be three years old. How in fact did he have children? Was time travel involved? Do we need to report you to the Time Police as a physical violation of the integrity of the time stream?
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Is\was he clever enough to remove a critical, unique piece just to prolong this kind of bullshit?
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Took a third option:
I said I would bring the train back. I never said I would assemble it.
As much as I hate too, I'm leaving pretty much all of my Lego behind and moving on. If they want to return any of it, they can drop it off where I work.
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omg your dad gave you a fetch quest
that... that npc!
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Before I was allowed to move out house I had to kill 3 muggers and report back. I'm 1/3 right now.
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You guys all got lucky, when I moved out I had to collect the golden chalice from the Detroit undercrypts. After a few hours of wiping we just abandoned the quest and left anyway. It tanked my reputation with the parents faction, but I already got all the gear I needed from them anyway.
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Who wants to hold a lego drive?
...I don't have any LEGOs.
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My mother sold my set of full rubbermaid tubs of Lego at a garage sale one year.
:sadpanda:
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I have a giant theoretical collection of Legos (my folks bought us Legos instead of video games. Frankly, I'm glad they did). I haven't seen them in ten years, because the sets are all locked in a closet at my folks home.
No idea what will ever happen to them, but I probably won't get them back until my folks die.
[joke about beating the main level boss and collecting a giant pile of loot]
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Like most people here, the bulk of my lego collection resides in cold storage. I'm sure my parents could bring them down here if I asked...
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Mine is all in boxes in my old bedroom, I should take that stuff over to my house.
I have a mindstorms set with a heap of technic, too! Too bad it's the old shitty first generations mindstorms set. Back when you had to use an IR transmitter on a serial plug to transmit the program. I bet they use USB and SD cards now.
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Spent Monday night on the floor of George Bush Airport.
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could have been worse.
Spent Monday night on ... George Bush
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Depends which George, really.
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Junior does seem like a cuddler.
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He'd probably share his cocaine.
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Welll..girlfriend broke up with me randomly.
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That happens. Sucks, man. We're here for bro talk if you need it.
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Girlfriends are tricksy that way. Invest in a nice steak and some tea. That helps me a lot when I'm depressed.
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I've got a bit of milk in this one!
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I suspect that the people I got to put the new tires on my van put them both on the front. Compare with last time, when they put them both on the right. So did they ignore a two-year-old bald tire in favor of a month old like-new one? I'll find out shortly.
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Welll..girlfriend broke up with me randomly.
Think of it this way: all the money you would have spent on her, you can spend on yourself now!
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I feel like if the relationship lasted longer than, say, a month or was reasonably intense in some way then the break-or owes the break-ee an explanation. Saying it was a random break-up makes me think the relationship wasn't that serious though. Sorry to hear it Envy.
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"At a glance, would you say that's a two-year-old tire or a month-old tire?" "Yeah, we'll get that back inside and get that worked out for you."
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Reminds me of the time the motorbike shop put my tires on backwards.
Note: motorcycle tires have directional arrows on them that say "TIRE GOES THIS WAY =>".
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Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm not going back to a tire shop that can't, you know, do tires. They gave me a free oil change coupon but I'm not sure I want them anywhere near the engine now.
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I feel like if the relationship lasted longer than, say, a month or was reasonably intense in some way then the break-or owes the break-ee an explanation. Saying it was a random break-up makes me think the relationship wasn't that serious though. Sorry to hear it Envy.
Well it was going on 8 months or so, it was the longest relationship I had.
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Busiest day at work in months. Dishmachine's down. I have to wash everything by hand, by myself.
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I've been swamped with work lately covering for a manager who has been on maternity leave since July. The only thing keeping me sane has been the knowledge that she would be coming back soon, only I just now received her resignation letter. She will be taking a position at another company closer to home, which is fine... except that I have been paying for her car, car insurance and medical insurance the whole time on the promise that she would return.
In legal news, my brother had his arraignment for his drug arrest. He has been charged with possession of ecstasy, possession of alcohol by a minor and possession of false identification, the first charge being a felony. In his 6 minutes before the court, my brother managed to make the judge call him "entitled" in the most pejorative sense. Also "ignorant". His hearing is next month and I am not hopeful.
Lately I've been spending time with a (much) older women whom I met at a bar a few weeks back. I'm at a place in my life where I've drifted away from a lot of old friends and it has been wonderful to have someone to talk with. We were both up front with each other in saying that we did not want ours to be a romantic or even a sexual relationship--"purely friends" was the way she worded it. Her words and actions the past few days suggest she has changed her mind. Now I have to tell her I'm not interested.
Also also, as a favor I agreed to go to a wedding as my friend's date. I bought a plane ticket back in July (this friend lives in Oregon and the wedding was local for her) but just today she canceled on me because she has a boyfriend now and he got huffy that she was going with "another guy". Unless I press the matter and make her pay up, I'm going to have to eat $100 in cancellation fees SO FUCK ME FOR BEING NICE.
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Why why whyyyy have you been paying for her insurance? D:
And if your friend said she'd like to be just friends, she probably means it, and she's probably just acting like that because for some people, that kind of behaviour is just natural! So yeah, just talk to her.
And she should totally pay you for that, seriously, if I did that to someone, i would pay them extra for putting them out, seriously, people need to learn that niceness cuts both ways, if someone's nice to you, you should be nice back to them, if you take advantage of people, you need to eat a dick, all of them.
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It could be because clutch is her employer, perhaps?
I dunno dude, it sounds like you need a vacation. Maybe you can take her boyfriend to the wedding.
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It could be because clutch is her employer, perhaps?
This. I forget I've been away forever. We currently cover half our employees medical insurance, but because she was not going to have an income for a couple months, I offered to pay the other half. She had promised to return to work, and she even said she would do some of her work from home in the time between giving birth and returning to her job.
As for older woman, she basically grabbed my dick through my pants while watching Machete the other night so suspicions confirmed!
Wedding Fail Friend has offered to pay the $100. My credit card offers travel cancellation insurance though, and I told her I'd take her up on the money only if they rejected the claim.
FRESH SHIT DAY STORY: Two of my trucks have been broken into so far this week, one in Vegas and one in Miami. Total value of equipment stolen? $29,000.
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Not insured, eh? Damn. I don't know which one is less surprising.
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We're insured out the ass, but we've had so many claims this year the insurer is considering dropping us. Unless I can find another company to cover us next year, my company may have to pay these claims just to stay insured.
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Are you guys just a statistical anomaly? You make it sound like you're victims of a disproportionate amount of theft.
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It's not just theft; we have had a disproportionate number of accident claims this year as well. In nearly all cases our drivers were found not at fault, but that only matters so far as the law is concerned. Bear in mind that many/most automotive insurance policies only cover up to $20,000-50,000. To give an example, when a woman hit one of our trucks earlier this year, she died in the crash and left us a totaled vehicle. Turns out she only had $50,000 in coverage, while the damages were in excess of $200,000. Lather, rinse, repeat, and suddenly we're uninsurable.
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Are you aware that R2 is going to sacrifice his first born son to get rid of the horrible daemons that are plaguing him? Have you considered this?
I can't think of any other measures that would stop the entire goddamned world from hating your company. Fuck.
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If you don't mind me asking; who's your insurance carrier?
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Stush and Clutch should never meet. For the world's safety.
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Worse. I'm going to have a son, just to sacrifice him to whatever dark god can make it stop. My life is a Jack Chick comic.
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It's not so bad. I've got a bottle of Black Label nestled in my desk drawer. Turns out liquor is a much better tonic than just rubbing your temples.
OH BUT ALSO I've now started getting phone calls on my cell phone outside of work hours. Not sure which idiot gave out my number, but today I awoke to a call from a client at four in the morning. That's not so bad, except that it followed hot on the heels of another call I got at ONE A.M.
If you don't mind me asking; who's your insurance carrier?
Happy to PM this if you really want to know, but I would hate my post to turn up in a google search and give them any more reason to drop us.
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So twenty hours of sleep, cookies, internet porn and posting things I see on Facebook to the boards and vice versa so I look like I find cool things on the internet hasn't helped as much as I would like, so I'm venting my minor problems here.
The last two days I was out looking at apartments and visiting friends. None of the places I had gone to see worked out but I had a lot of friends I hadn't seen in a while tell me they would help look into a few leads they had heard of so I felt like it wasn't a complete dead end. Last night I hung out with a small group and like the losers we are we went to drink in the woods. Since I had a headache and knew I had to drive once I got back to my town I ended up being quite sober while they were all spectacularly drunk. Putting up with drunk gay friends flirting hardcore with me (I have enough gay / bi male friends that I'm used to most stuff, but having two drunk guys trying to pretend fall and rub up against me with every step is a little much) wasn't exactly making my life seem awesome so I split ways to catch a bus.
Over the course of the next three hours I waited at two bus stops and three train stations. I had four guys tell me they just got out of prison and needed something to help get by and two guys straight out tell me to run my pockets. Bullshit aside I catch my train and get home, where the real fun starts. First off by having to go down four train cars before I got to one with open doors because apparently they just don't bother opening all the doors at the end of the night if they don't think anyone is back there. I get home and all the doors / windows are locked. Considering that's never happened before I figured it was my mom's passive-aggressive way of saying "hey, my trip was fine, now get out of the house again."
Anyway, two in the morning and I climb the roof of my house so I can get in on the second floor where fortunately I was right to assume she didn't bother to lock anything. Finally getting in the house and getting ready to pass out, I turn on my computer, only to have my power source literally explode.
So now I'm sitting on my couch, realizing that I felt too tired to even post in the thread about how outrageously tired getting a good amount of sleep every night, thinking about how at some point I'm going to have to figure out how to give a shit again.
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We're insured out the ass, but we've had so many claims this year the insurer is considering dropping us. Unless I can find another company to cover us next year, my company may have to pay these claims just to stay insured.
Wait, insurance companies can just drop you if you cost too much? What the heck is the point of insurance, then? They can just bail out as soon as they lose out in the situation? That's crap!
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So twenty hours of sleep, cookies, internet porn and posting things I see on Facebook to the boards and vice versa so I look like I find cool things on the internet hasn't helped as much as I would like, so I'm venting my minor problems here.
The last two days I was out looking at apartments and visiting friends. None of the places I had gone to see worked out but I had a lot of friends I hadn't seen in a while tell me they would help look into a few leads they had heard of so I felt like it wasn't a complete dead end. Last night I hung out with a small group and like the losers we are we went to drink in the woods. Since I had a headache and knew I had to drive once I got back to my town I ended up being quite sober while they were all spectacularly drunk. Putting up with drunk gay friends flirting hardcore with me (I have enough gay / bi male friends that I'm used to most stuff, but having two drunk guys trying to pretend fall and rub up against me with every step is a little much) wasn't exactly making my life seem awesome so I split ways to catch a bus.
Over the course of the next three hours I waited at two bus stops and three train stations. I had four guys tell me they just got out of prison and needed something to help get by and two guys straight out tell me to run my pockets. Bullshit aside I catch my train and get home, where the real fun starts. First off by having to go down four train cars before I got to one with open doors because apparently they just don't bother opening all the doors at the end of the night if they don't think anyone is back there. I get home and all the doors / windows are locked. Considering that's never happened before I figured it was my mom's passive-aggressive way of saying "hey, my trip was fine, now get out of the house again."
Anyway, two in the morning and I climb the roof of my house so I can get in on the second floor where fortunately I was right to assume she didn't bother to lock anything. Finally getting in the house and getting ready to pass out, I turn on my computer, only to have my power source literally explode.
So now I'm sitting on my couch, realizing that I felt too tired to even post in the thread about how outrageously tired getting a good amount of sleep every night, thinking about how at some point I'm going to have to figure out how to give a shit again.
Have you had a decent time with your circle of friends in the past like six months? Maybe it's time for some new friends.
If things aren't working out or aren't working out near well enough, make some changes. Try some new things, places, people.
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Not really a shit day, because it's not really bad at all, but we don't have a general "How is your day/night going?" thread.
Some dirty ferrin scammer tried to run up my credit card for a few hundred bucks two days ago, though oddly it was refunded a day later (yesterday). Must've pulled my info from some onine transaction or another (I deal with pretty reputable sellers when buying stuff online, but that's never a 100% guarantee of course).
Oh well, have to get a new card, minor hassle, but not too bad. I never worry too much about this kind of thing because fraudlent charges are always covered here (and in this case they didn't even stick).
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Can't you at least pretend it ruined your day so it would fit into this thread?
we don't have a general "How is your day/night going?" thread.
So start one. Or don't, because it would be the most dull and inane thing ever. Either way.
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I was going to say the same thing, except with the threat of using it as a twitter account as the deterrent.
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This IS my "How is your day going" thread.
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Okay, here's a legit post for this thread: I went to the dentist to get some use out of my dental benefits before they expire. In one day the Dentist went from "Doesn't look like you have any cavities" to "Actually you have nearly a dozen, all hidden between your teeth - we're going to literally max out your dental coverage*."
* This will still cost me $400-$500
Yay.
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me biching
Have you had a decent time with your circle of friends in the past like six months? Maybe it's time for some new friends.
If things aren't working out or aren't working out near well enough, make some changes. Try some new things, places, people.
I basically have fun 90% of the time, with the few exceptions being certain groups while they're intoxicated and times when they don't realize that my trip home is a completely different beast from their trips home.
Honestly, I would love to just move around with no more than I could carry with me for at least a few years, but I wouldn't want to do it without enough confidence in a trade to know I'd get by and a companion I know I could stand spending most of my time with.
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Okay, here's a legit post for this thread: I went to the dentist to get some use out of my dental benefits before they expire. In one day the Dentist went from "Doesn't look like you have any cavities" to "Actually you have nearly a dozen, all hidden between your teeth - we're going to literally max out your dental coverage*."
* This will still cost me $400-$500
Yay.
Yeaaaaaah I'd go for a second opinion on that one.
I don't trust any physician but dentists especially get to make up shit that's wrong with you that you can't see or feel and can create all the holes they want.
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That's what happened to me, Mongrel. Next thing I know BAM! All of my teeth were drilled into, I am now super sensitive to cold, and a few of my teeth just plain hurt sometimes.
I've complained about that, he took a look. "Nothing I can't fix with some numbing agent and more drilling!" It's also why I am hunting for a new dentist.
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Okay, here's a legit post for this thread: I went to the dentist to get some use out of my dental benefits before they expire. In one day the Dentist went from "Doesn't look like you have any cavities" to "Actually you have nearly a dozen, all hidden between your teeth - we're going to literally max out your dental coverage*."
* This will still cost me $400-$500
Yay.
Yeaaaaaah I'd go for a second opinion on that one.
I don't trust any physician but dentists especially get to make up shit that's wrong with you that you can't see or feel and can create all the holes they want.
Well, several reasons against getting a second opinion.
1) These guys are actually really good. It's not just that I got a good recommendation on them from a very trustworthy source originally, but I can tell when I'm there that they know their shit (as compared to other dentists I've had).
2) The difference between Wednesday and Thursday was their getting my X-Rays developed, so it's not like they're just saying that based on eyeballing things.
3) I couldn't get a second opinion unless I paid for all new X-Rays. and I have no time before my benefits run out anyway. Soooooo...
That's the way it goes.
It's not like I trust any dentist implicitly, or that the same thought you had didn't cross my mind, but on balance of probability, I'm going to accept things at face value.
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Went to the dentist today.
Normal X-rays caused me to gag so I had to get use a special, more expensive X-ray machine.
I then learned I have several cavities of pretty light degree, at least. He also suggested a crown and getting my wisdom teeth pulled.
And it will be $1700 out of pocket to fix the cavities and the crown. With insurance.
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What has two thumbs and a van that won't start?
d-_-b This guy!
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Maaaan. The job that I applied for on Friday got the job filled on Saturday. Before they opened. I was the only applicant.
It wasn't me who got the job.
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Wake up today, Mom has a fever, then she asks me how I'm flashing purple and yellow, then she can't tell me her name or where she is. As per medical advice, I have to get her sent to the hospital, but can't join her because it's so late that by the time everything would be done I'd be stranded because the buses will have stopped running. Feels bad man.
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Um, is this a known -thing-, or just something you woke up to? Not that either one is any better than the other.
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I haven't ever really talked about it, but I've been my mother's 24/7 caregiver for about six years for a number of chronic things she has, but something acute like this is sufficiently different from the norm to make my day bad.
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No good at all. Hope this is just a temporary flare up of whatever-it-is and she comes out okay (or what passes for okay at your place) soon.
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She's fine. Turned out to be an electrolyte imbalance, which can cause some crazy shit, and not fever after all. They gave her a great big IV full of gatoraid and sent her home, good as new (so to speak)
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I'm glad to hear it. She should be doing wicked rail-grinds in no time.
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This could have all been avoided if only she had won more football games.
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So I replaced the battery in my van. Literally on the way to get that fixed, the check engine light came on and the speedometer stopped working. Some people name their vehicles. I haven't because I can't think of a string of expletives vile enough.
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What make/model of van is this again?
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Dodge Grand Caravan.
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Do you carry candy in it?
I mean, the only thing I can think of is pre-emptive karma.
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If the past six-to-nine months have been preemptive karma I'm due a murdering spree or something when this is over.
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Buy a lottery ticket.
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So, full story.
I get one of my friends to come over and jump-start the van so I can get a new battery installed. On my way out, the Check Engine light comes on and the speedometer stops working, like I said before. I get to AutoZone and ask for a battery test, because I want to check that's what it is before I throw down more than I expected on a new battery.
They won't do the test, because it's raining.
Okay, so I'm going to go out to my van and try to start it. If it starts, I'll go somewhere else. Otherwise I'll just sit here until the rain stops.
Miraculously, the van starts on its own.
So I drive across town to a different place, go in, get the battery checked by the one person in the place who mumbles instead of yelling, meaning everyone possible is contributing to me not hearing what he's saying. Bad battery, that'll be a huge chunk of cash thank you, here's your new one, let me spend half an hour putting that in for you.
Off I go, electrical components to the van working, speedometer zeroed out.
I'm getting hungry, so I go to Waffle House. Fuck, my day's ruined already, why not.
While nobody expects class and top-tier service from a Waffle House, I get a look of undisguised contempt from the waitress as soon as I walk in the door. She waddles over to the high bar, takes my carryout order (chili-cheese omelet wheat toast hashbrowns all the way except gravy double waffle dark), walks over to another table, takes their orders, calls their orders, then calls my order.
While I wait for the cook to get around to my food and prepare it, I realize the four-year-old stomping and screaming around the restaurant is the waitress's son.
As the cook calls my order up, I go back up to the high bar. She scrapes the barely-done waffles (this is the opposite of a waffle dark btw) out of the iron, slaps them into a carryout box, and waddles back over with my ticket. She has to stop for a second to steel herself for actually taking something that I've touched, like with my hands.
My bag of food is sitting behind the bar. She waddles down to the other end of the bar, refills four drinks, picks up my bag, and hands it to me.
She sneers, "Sorry about the wait."
I take my food, go "Don't worry, you'll lose it", and leave. I don't need your goddamned surly antagonism.
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Oh SNAP!
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Hey guys,
I my dog died.
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;_;
*Hugs R2 forever*
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*Hugs R2 forever*
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*Hugs R2 forever*
The rest of you, well, get in here and join in.
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Back to the low-grade day-to-day despair: the speedometer problem isn't just a blown fuse. It's a transmission problem that may require a $20 part, but I can't do it myself, so labor costs. And I, you know, couldn't even afford the medicine to keep my dog alive, so my gas mileage is just going to have to suffer for the next month.
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...each time I have a bad day, R2 has an even worse day.
So apparently I'm the reason he's having such a shit day. I'm sorry R2
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So I'm just always worse off than everyone on the boards? Is that it? If that's the case I'll be proactive and embark on a quest to solve everyone else's problems, starting with Lyrai!
Step 1) Find cure for cancer.
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That may be a way to effectively improve your own life.
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My car trouble was "I got rear-ended by a paranoid teenager who's parents are going to yell at her for it, her car is nearly totaled, mine still runs fine, her insurance is going to pay for everything, and it was taken care of in less than 24 hours with no bickering"
Yours couldn't have been worse if you stopped on the highway to have a bear rape you.
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NEXT WEEK: A bear rapes R^2
Seriously though, don't tempt fate like that.
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Starting from about ten minutes after the first thing I ate today I've been vomiting everything that goes into me about ten minutes after. Everything. I can't even drink water without chucking it back up.
It's really annoying because I get horribly feverish about five minutes before puking so I'm in no state to drive myself to the hospital even if I thought I could make the bag (j/k I would not try and drive while vomiting), my mom wont drive me because she insists I can wait to go to the doctor in the morning.
The part that's scaring me the most is that I had surgery when I was really young because I almost died from the exact same thing, which is fun.
Warning: while you were typing a new threat has been made.
My sister is apparently back visiting again which she does basically every week now. She's having a ton of financial troubles (read: has never been able to hold a job in her life) and it looks like she might be coming home soon.
Anyway, she's acting kind of weird all night then starts to scream bloody murder when I take the controller from her because I "tried to attack her and she doesn't feel safe around me". A short while later she makes a very detailed threat about how she's going to kill me and get away with it because she can claim self defense and our mom will back her up because of the scream.
Now this is all good and well on its own, but since she' currently out of money I don't doubt her lithium prescription took a recent cut, making the threat even more fun for the night.
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Jeez, what the heck? D: Tell your mum that she's crazy. If she's on medicines or whatever it sorta backs up your theory!
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The trackball on my Blackberry has long given me problems, where it will pretend sometimes that down = up for a few hours. Now it won't go down or left, making the device useless as a smartphone and difficult to use as a regular phone.
Furthermore, it seems my sinuses have been stuffed with wet sand and my throat rubbed raw with something resembling sandpaper or perhaps a Brillo pad. And it's Saturday, so how 'bout them god damned 'Noles?
Have about $20 to my name to last until Friday after next. Sulphurous fumes from the yawning hellgate in the backyard is killing the lawn, and the landlord's getting annoyed. Van still doesn't work.
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Can't go to Nuit Blanche tonight.
Or rather, I could go if I didn't want to eat until Thursday.
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Buge; if you have an outlet baked goods store nearby, you can live on toast and eggs all week for about a quarter a day if you really have to.
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1. I'm vegan
2. I don't eat wheat
3. "Outlet" baked goods?
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2. I don't eat wheat
Allergies?
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Could be. I just know that if I eat anything bigger than a pita in a day, I get stomach pains.
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I stopped and bought an apple, a piece of cheese, and a loaf of bread. Once I got to my car I scratched off a $1 lottery ticket and won... $1. I then bit into the apple, and found the inside to be entirely rotten. Blecch, rotten food!
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The lottery ticket winning was a lawsuit against the super megachain you got that apple from?
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I'm sorry R^2. After the dread that comes with seeing your name on the 'last post' box for this thread, your actual post only fills me with a sense of relief.
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That was half "I can't even get a break when I eat dinner" and half
Buy a lottery ticket.
addressing that.
But if it helps, October is pretty much existential despair month, where in the weeks surrounding my birthday I contemplate all the things I've achieved over the past year, consider my prospects for the next year, and then generally curl into a little ball and sob uncontrollably for hours. This year's theme: "I'm nearly thirty, working part-time for minimum wage, and can't even afford to euthenize my dog without borrowing money"! I might bake a cake but I don't think I can fit all of that on top.
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No, I mean "Oh thank god it wasn't any worse than that".
Also, you should bake that cake anyway, just to have some delicious cake.
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1. I'm vegan
2. I don't eat wheat
3. "Outlet" baked goods?
We have a bread outlet nearby; basically, you buy bread direct from a factory store instead of an intermediary (that intermediary being the grocery store) at a deep discount. When we're really poor we can live on 1-dollar loaves of bread, eggs, and the cheapest margarine money can buy.
Also I don't know how you can make the vegan step when you also have some kind of wheat allergy, but hey, your life, not mine. If you get poor enough to cheat, though, eggs are god damn cheap.
I guess if you're vegan you could probably do huge pots of bean soup and vegetarian chili. Lentils are always absurdly cheap, we lived on bean soups and eggs for a while because we were so broke. I usually used beef and chicken stock, but vegetable stock or broth would work too. If your allergy is specifically wheat and not gluten, you might consider going to an asian or indian market and buying rice bulk. Rice keeps forever and a 20 pound bag of rice will last you for a long god damn time, even if you eat rice with every meal.
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<3<3<3 Basmati rice.
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So I was in the train station parking lot, figuring I didn't want to drive my van all the way across town to get to school. It takes me about 3000 rpm to get to around 40 mph these days -- that's assuming, you know, since my speedometer and fuel gauge are both nonfunctional.
So I'm idling there, finishing a breakfast croissant and listening to the news on the radio before I get on the train.
And whee that's a whole goddamn lot of smoke coming out from under the hood
I wonder what exploded this time
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<3<3<3 Basmati rice.
Basmati really is the best god damn rice in the world. Jasmine is a contender, but honestly, nothing beats Basmati.
So I was in the train station parking lot, figuring I didn't want to drive my van all the way across town to get to school. It takes me about 3000 rpm to get to around 40 mph these days -- that's assuming, you know, since my speedometer and fuel gauge are both nonfunctional.
So I'm idling there, finishing a breakfast croissant and listening to the news on the radio before I get on the train.
And whee that's a whole goddamn lot of smoke coming out from under the hood
I wonder what exploded this time
God damn, R^2, you have a bad day blackbelt at this point. Nanowrimo is coming up, you should write a book about how awful your life is.
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Guess who has some sort of terrible digestive contagion and is now missing work (and thus income) as a result.
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I guess you. I hope I am not right.
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Should rename this thread "Shit Days (AKA Business as usual for R^2)"
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While I haven't been keeping rigorous records on the subject it would seem that Immodium cuts the amount of time spent on the toilet from approximately one-third of total to about one-sixth.
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11:00: Unadorned dry toast. Let's see if I can keep this down.
11:15: Guess that answers that.
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So because I'm taking this "vacation" from work, they demand a doctor's note before I can go back.
That's a $65 clinic visit, on top of two days of missed wages.
And then guess what came in the mail?
:D
Go on, guess.
It's from the IRS!
Actually the IRS thing just says I should probably file electronically this year.
It's the school bill for, I calculated, about 80% of my average paycheck, due by November 1st, that has me shivering despite being rather warm.
Rent's due in five days.
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Van still won't run?
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Now where would I get the money to fix that?
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That doctor's certificate stuff is so shitty, the government needs to set up like a free service where someone can confirm that you were sick, and you pay like, five bucks or something. Can you go to a bulk billing doctor?
Also, wait, don't you get paid if you provide a doctor's certificate?
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No, and no.
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So the entire purpose of this doctor's note is not getting fired? R^2, is there some way violence can help solve this problem? Do you need vigilantes? Or cops? Crooked cops?
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In general, the doctor's note is not just to confirm that you weren't playing hookie, but to cover their own asses in case you're still sick and hurt yourself/others at work, make sure you don't need reduced duties or extra assistance, etc.
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The fun part is that if they need a doctor's note to indicate that I'm hale enough to return to work, I'm merely ruined financially for the foreseeable future. If they need a note saying I'm sick, here's what the illness is, here's the treatment, and so on, I'm fucked -- I only got word I need a doctors note at end-of-business today, and as of a few hours ago I'm able to keep food down and not need emergency rushes to the bathroom every hour or so. I'm better, except in every way but gastrointestinally.
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[13:24] aintaer: R^2 would you like me to send you some things to cheer you up
[13:24] aintaer: i.e. cash
[13:24] R^2: I am no longer in any position to refuse offers of charity out of politeness.
[13:27] Joxam: R^2, post your paypal.
[13:27] Joxam: on the boards.
It's certainly not worth starting a new thread over, and with that in mind it's either hijack Kazz's MORE MORALFAGGING or post it in what is probably the most appropriate place, i.e. here.
Anyone who wants to send me $5 to give me a hand, it's tuvai@hotmail.com.
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I still have a job, but was told that if the manager who was here Saturday and Sunday was here tonight, I probably wouldn't. And that I "need to talk to her". So yay I still have an income, boo it's still from here.
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Did you actually do anything to merit that, or was this just "The Usual"?
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R^2 is living proof that there is no God, and no such thing as karma. Nobody deserves that much shit, unless they were Hitler in a past life or something.
Hmmm...
:mystery:
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The thing I did to merit that was spend Saturday and Sunday to sick and toiletbound to come to work.
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Did you master vomiting and shitting at the same time? A
friend* of mine did that once and it made him FINALLY stop squeezing his toothpaste from the middle.
*Fuck it, it was my roommate, roast beef.
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Your roommate is named Roast Beef?
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Brentai dubbed him such a long while back
Apparently Classic rooms with Roast Beef Kazenzakis.
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I no longer room with him though, and instead of talking about being depressed and computers all of the time he talks about math and his girlfriend. Which can also be depressing.
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instead of talking about being depressed and computers all of the time he talks about math and his girlfriend. Which can also be depressing.
So he's... Roast Beef Kazenzakis.
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He just wouldn't go to the moon to practice Java.
As someone who would go to the moon to practice coding, I feel this is an important distinction.
EDIT:
Actually, I think I talked fortran up to him saying it would be all he'd ever really need. I think he might do that if he went to the moon.
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I'm going on a serious misogyny kick right now R^2 so take this for what it's worth:
As bad as it feels, this is probably one of the unpleasant things in your life that has an immediate and meaningful silver lining. You've got a bit more time (and money???) to sort out the other obnoxious it'll-give-you-character bullshit that is characterizing your caterpillar's life right now. Plus we can give you man hugs (immediately) and introduce you to girls in 6 months when BAD SHIT starts turning around and you're ready to tackle on the responsibility of being a charming man-toy again.
So... MAN HUG?
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Nice to see her abandon you in your time of need. Real classy. Though I guess in your case it's all but impossible to a girl to wait for a better time to tell you. Since you uh, don't seem to be having any.
I seen to recall you posting a couple things a while ago that hinted that was coming? Or was that somebody else?
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There are things that I do not consider suitable to discuss in a public forum. Relationship problems are one of those, so yeah, this falls under the banner of things that have been going wrong that I haven't vented about here.
I actually don't feel completely wretched about this, at least not yet. This was a long time coming and I've had more time to prepare for the inevitable than I did for, say, my dog's death.
That I've been upset and depressed pretty much constantly over the course of a month was a factor in initiating the conversation leading to that decision, though.
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... :(
There is no hug emote big enough for you, R^2. Not even Hugbot.
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Maybe this is...?
(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y182/diowho/bighugalone.jpg)
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http://badwebcomics.blogspot.com/ (http://badwebcomics.blogspot.com/) is back!
.. i .. it's not Solomon. Some interloper has swiped the domain.
;_; this is worse than anything that has ever happened to R^2.
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My grandmother died last sunday.
Today I learned that the last 8 months of her life were the relatives who lived in that area (She's in NE, I'm on OR) shuttling her around to lawyers and taking advantaged of her Alzheimer-riddled mental state to have her modify her will for their politicking.
My father gets nothing as a result of it.
I wasn't aware it was possible to be this angry and this disgusted in humanity at the same time.
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u_u
My condolences, Lyrai.
Isn't there anything he (or you) can do?
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He doesn't want to do anything but watch and be left behind. Combination of exhaustion and just disgust at the mess and not wanting to bother with them.
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"Look at it this way, now you can fuck anybody you want."
"Given my luck, is that really a good idea? The last thing I need is to get somebody pregnant or an STD."
"Good point. Knowing you, your dick would probably shrivel up and fall off if you tried."
(That really sucks, Lyrai.)
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R^2 you have a gift.
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I wish it had come with the reciept.
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The receipt is also cursed.
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Today would've been my and my ex's four year anniversary. I was supposed to propose tonight.
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I got stabbed and fell into a volcano, and then a meteor hit the volcano, and then a nearby star went supernova and destroyed the solar system, and then another star turned into a black hole and sucked it all in, and then an alien dude went back in time and kicked me in the nuts just before I got stabbed.
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And some assholes kept chanting in latin the entire time to boot.
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I got stabbed and fell into a volcano, and then a meteor hit the volcano, and then a nearby star went supernova and destroyed the solar system, and then another star turned into a black hole and sucked it all in, and then an alien dude went back in time and kicked me in the nuts just before I got stabbed.
This is generally how my days go before lunchtime, leaving me a good ten or twelve hours left for my day to get worse.
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I am convinced my dad's relatives, the one who screwed him - and as I found out today, me as well - aren't human. They're monsters. One of them apparently showed up at the funeral with lawyer, and another told my dad he had no right to be there, to which he responded with a very terse "Go take a long walk off a short pier, you'll be doing everyone a favor"
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Jeez, Lyrai. :( That's awful. I can't believe how awful some people can be. How do their minds work like that?
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"Minemineminemineminemineminefuckyoumineminemine"
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You remember that Bugs Bunny cartoon where he's escorting that penguin to Antarctica and sees the penguin as a freshly-cooked chicken in a hunger-induced hallucination while they're stranded on a raft in the ocean?
It's sort of like that, only replace "freshly-cooked chicken" with "ATM with legs."
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You... wanted to fuck an ATM machine?
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stop making me laugh when it's supposed to make me feel sad
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You don't?
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With glams that sweet, who wouldn't?
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Seriously, who the fuck tells someone that they have no right to attend their own mother's funeral when he's one of the few people who didn't exploit the deceased for personal gain!? Is there some information I'm missing, or are they really such evil bastards that no one would be able to keep reading if they were in a novel because their level of evil would be deemed too ridiculous to at all resemble anything that could ever plausibly happen in the real world? Are they trying to kick you guys out of the family because you're making them look bad by association in front of their demonic friends/overlords/underlings or something?
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Lyrai is this hellish abyss in my backyard also your family's doing? :rage:
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If I had my guess, I bet they feel justified because they foot some of the medical costs. Or barring that, "respected her wishes" by hastening her death and the execution of her will. Cockpots.
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It sounds more like a very bitter family feud to me. Lyrai's father is probably doing the right thing by not perpetuating that swirling shitfest.
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That's what he told me his logic was in terms of just letting them bicker and not try to challenge their fuckery.
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Seriously, who the fuck tells someone that they have no right to attend their own mother's funeral when he's one of the few people who didn't exploit the deceased for personal gain!? Is there some information I'm missing, or are they really such evil bastards that no one would be able to keep reading if they were in a novel because their level of evil would be deemed too ridiculous to at all resemble anything that could ever plausibly happen in the real world? Are they trying to kick you guys out of the family because you're making them look bad by association in front of their demonic friends/overlords/underlings or something?
The only information missing is that my father had offered to let her live out her years at our house before my mother got diagnosed with cancer and said he wouldn't be able to provide adequate care to both, so he went along with the nursing home.
Well, not really 'went along', more like 'told 2 days later because they wanted to keep him out of the loop and they only found out when a doctor called him to verify something'
To answer your question of "Are they so evil it surpasses comedy and goes into disgusting", yes.
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I thought I'd paid everything off in anticipation of being unemployed. Turns out my credit card company decided to sit on $1000 worth of extra dental charges for a month and half (the dentist billed me like five times, so I figured everything had gone through. HAHA NO).
Yay!
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I am trapped in the hell that is the Georgia Department of Driver Services.
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I am trapped in the hell that is the Georgia Department of Driver Services.
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I just hate everyone and everything south of the mason-dixon line.
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I have like 5 exceptions of people who live south of Missouri. And I pity the fact they think they like it there.
How sad.
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Well, all of the things that have been longstanding, stressful things in my life are, one by one, removing themselves from it.
My relationship stresses begat "I love you but I'm not in love with you" and a breakup.
My dog's health results in heart failure and euthenasia.
And now I've heard those words no vehicle owner wants to hear: "You'll probably need to get the transmission rebuilt."
Time to clean that bitch out and see how much I can get selling it for scrap.
Expect "Hey guys, I blew out my bad knee riding my bicycle and can't stand up anymore" by the end of the year.
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Yeah, but then you'll get a bitchin' peg leg.
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And start robbing stores to support a copius drinking habit.
:yarr:
It'll all be self-justifying!
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Horrible Family Bickering
Mmm. My family went through something not dissimilar when my Grandmother died. Only it involved paying my aunts rent on the house we had already been living in for over a decade and trying to wrestle ownership from them.
Recently one of my Aunts came to visit, and she gave my mom an old heirloom ring appraised at around four thousand dollars. So who knows? Maybe ten years from now your family will regret their actions and make token efforts to reconcile. Or not; your family does sound like a group of greater dicks. No offense.
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My family cat is very sick. From what my mom told me, he may not make it. I wish I could visit him.
u_u
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Pour out a tin of cat food for him?
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::(:
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I can think of no more dignified to mourn one of my own when the worst has come to pass, though I confess I cannot claim to have tried it.
The last cat I had "enjoyed" posthumous wailing, gnashing of teeth, and rending of garments. I did not realize I had such garment rending strength. The whole affair was unsightly, to say the least.
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So, I'm about ready to give up on my van. Given what I paid for it and all the repairs, I could have just as easily purchased a brand-new Vespa or something. ("But R^2!" protest many people when I recite this particular gripe, "A scooter isn't safe to take on busy highways!" Yeah, well NEITHER IS MY VAN.)
Anyway.
Since I bought this from a friend of my father's, my father doesn't want me to sell it for scrap and collect a few meager hundred for it. He's willing to foot the bill for repairs (up to a point) if it means I keep the "investment".
However, this means I have to take it to a mechanic he trusts for the new transmission/cooling system problems. Since he lives 250 miles away, this means he gets a referral for an Atlanta-area mechanic from the guy he's taken his cars to for longer than I've been alive.
He referred me to two places. The nearer of the two is a radiator shop 25 miles away.
So I went and dropped my van off. The angry djinn who lives in my radiator was in a particularly bad mood, so the van overheated twice on the way. I left it there for two days, and got the report back that since there were so many transmission errors popping up, I need to get it properly diagnosed at a place that specializes in transmissions because it probably needs a rebuild (this is the same diagnosis I got two weeks ago, paying my own money and a lot less trouble for). And there's no reason to investigate or repair the radiator if I'm going to decide not to bother with the transmission and scrap the vehicle, so they didn't fix (or apparently charge my father) anything.
The recommended transmission shop is nearly 40 miles away, and I'm pretty sure the van just plain won't make the trip.
And when I left the radiator place? Not only had they consumed the rest of the gas in the tank, but I oerheated within five minutes on the road. They hadn't bothered to put any coolant in the radiator, you see, making the angry djinn quite furious indeed. Thankfully I broke down right in front of a Walgreen's that happened to sell what I needed at a price I could still afford after refilling my gas tank.
Oh, and my tags expire in three days, which is why I'd decided to scrap the goddamned thing two weeks ago -- I knew I couldn't afford to fix it, get it inspected, and get my tags renewed in time. I may very well get a traffic ticket on my way to getting the fucking thing fixed now.
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My father was pretty much the smartest, most friendly, hardworking manager you could ever find. He worked for 25 years for a typically Germanic company which seemed solid like the mountains. Made me angry at times because I knew I could never get job security like that.
A year before retirement, he gets the pink slip.
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This is becoming increasingly more common, actually. If they can cheat you out of your pension, they'll get rid of you at the first opportunity.
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His contract is rather old-fashioned so my family is mostly safe, but still, it's an entirely unexpected backstab.
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It took me an hour to get to the train station, including the van shutting off at a stoplight twice, and overheating once. I spend more on coolant than fuel to keep it moving at this point.
Once I got to the station, I was shat on by a pidgeon. (Forced thread-title joke goes here.)
11:34 <Ridley> Man
11:34 <Ridley> When you get shit on
11:34 <Ridley> you literally get shit on.
11:34 <Ridley> you just don't do it by halfs, do you.
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The rally yesterday was awesome. The four hour trip back was not, especially since the destination was maybe 14 miles away in a straight line.
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Got my first customer complaint which happened to be during my probationary period. I somehow managed to not do a complete 360 degree turn to notice this woman dropping her cookies and appologising and saying it's my fault she dropped them. Keep in mind this woman complained that she was from lane 2 and I was the bagger on lane 4 and I was currently bagging someone elses groceries and putting them in. Needless to say I may have lost my job on one random bitter old lady.
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It'd be pretty ridiculous if you got fired for that, since you didn't even serve her, and you were busy serving another customer.
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Stush perhaps you underestimate the douchbag potential of your average grocery store frontside manager.
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Got my first customer complaint which happened to be during my probationary period. I somehow managed to not do a complete 360 degree turn to notice this woman dropping her cookies and appologising and saying it's my fault she dropped them. Keep in mind this woman complained that she was from lane 2 and I was the bagger on lane 4 and I was currently bagging someone elses groceries and putting them in. Needless to say I may have lost my job on one random bitter old lady.
Wait, I'm confused. You had your back to someone who dropped their groceries, then you apologized and said it was your fault?
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Envy, while it may be endearing otherwise, in this case your disjointed narrative style makes it a bit hard to tell exactly what happened, so you might want to clarify for those of us who actually want to know.
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Little old lady drops her cookies, I'm too busy bagging for another customer to notice it had happened. Little old lady is angry for whatever reason and decides to customer complaint me for this.
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Ok yeah, that's an incredibly dumb and spurious reason to complain, and if they try to fire you over it...wow.
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If the service industry took every formal complaint it received seriously, there would be nobody left working in the service industry. It'll go in a nice manila folder somewhere and forgotten about until bonus time.
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I work in a restaurant, all my complaints end in an "Aaron they said this, don't do it again" /slaponwrist
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The punchline to yesterday's Pen and Paint (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=5485.msg174367#msg174367) is that when I got to work, they had posted next week's schedule. My hours got cut again; I'm only called in for Saturday and Sunday.
(two workdays a week) x (minimum wage, heeyah) = I need a new job, like now.
The bottom of the schedule has a note on it that says "Please note changes in schedule. We're going to learn something new this week!" I crossreferenced it with this week's schedule, and the only big change is that I'm out a shift. Two other dishwashers are working six days next week. Apparently what we're going to learn is whether or not I'm really necessary there at all.
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My parents are out of the town for the weekend going to the horse races and such, so everything around the house is calm and quiet. This morning I got a call from my mom at 7am, turns out my dad had a heart attack last night. His main artery into his heart was almost completely blocked. Luckily they were able to get him to the hospital and put in 3 stints, so he's ok and recovering in the ICU.
Of course I am stuck at home because I have "volunteer work", can it even be called that if you HAVE to do it for a grade, and class in the morning. Doctors said he should be released some time tomorrow though.
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Today I drew a webcomic about a vomiting duck dragon.
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Wrong thread, bro.
This should be in Good Times.
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Ex got a hold of me. Which she only does after she hooks up with some guy. She never tells me but I always find out afterwards some how. So with that firmly planted in my head, she tried to make chit chat in which she referred to me as "friend" several times.
Motherfucker.
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Wow, she hooked up with her mother?
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Status of thumb drive upgraded from "I don't have it with me right now, sorry" to "lost entirely".
So I'll be doing almost all of my Menu Planning project over again.
By next week.
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So, our week has mostly featured lots of small-time soul-eroding little bits of bad news that aren't really worth posting. But there's one that definitely qualifies.
First, a bit of backstory.
A while ago, my mom mentioned her brother had moved back to Iran from the UK. He'd lived in the UK for years and years (he'd had all his kids there and they're all grown now).
My uncle was and is basically a useless scumbag, having lived mostly off of money from my grandfather (technically my Grandfather is rich, but at no point in my life have I ever imagined I would see any of that, because it's all trapped in Iran forever). First he became a slumlord in Scotland and lived on that for a while, then his wife left him and took everything. In the meantime and afterwards he spent most of his time and money getting high and trying to scam people. This was never anything that concerned me, because I only met him once and even then not for very long.
So apparently he went back to Iran to try and squeeze more money out of my grandfather. Only he's such awful persona-non-grata that even though his kids are British citizens and he's lived there for well over two decades, that the UK used anti-terrorism laws to bar him from ever re-entering the country. Forever. Not that he's ever had even the faintest thing to do with terrorists (he's not even religious, unless you count drugs or money as a form of worship), but he's just that much of an undesireable (and that stupid about his immigration status).
So my uncles's stuck back in Iran driving people there crazy instead (last I heard he's trying to get my grandfather to turn into a hash addict... of course that's not quite the same as being a hash addict in North America, but anyway...). Again, I didn't really care other than the trouble he was surely causing my grandfather (who I also basically have no contact with... that's what happens when you don't speak Farsi). None of my concern.
Until I realized that now I have a sort-of immediate family member on international terrorism watch lists.
GEE THANKS. YOU STUPID ASSHOLE.
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Ex got a hold of me. Which she only does after she hooks up with some guy. She never tells me but I always find out afterwards some how. So with that firmly planted in my head, she tried to make chit chat in which she referred to me as "friend" several times.
Motherfucker.
(http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/764/niku.png)
How long has this been going on for?!
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Her being a bitch or the whole she only gets hold of me when she hooks up?
Second one has been a few weeks. First one? No idea.
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Okay, I think I'm going to need a definition of "gets hold of". Like... emotionally, or your penis?
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I would assume "gets ahold of" means a face-to-face encounter where (his penis is in her sloppy "vice-grip" and) conversation takes place. Possibly over a meal.
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No. Cell phone.
She refuses to be in the same place as me. Makes her feel bad.
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You cell phone should have a caller ignore feature?
I just...
Look, if you're not over it and she's not over being a tremendous bitch to you maybe you should just do the inelegant thing and block her or just say it straight that you're not interested in talking to her.
Or! Or you could lie! And say that your new girlfriend is extremely jealous and doesn't want you talking to old flings.
Response to the inevitable threat to your manhood: "Makes me feel better about myself than you ever did."
And then she'll cry.
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Yes! Crush her, see her driven before you, and hear the lamentations of her... uh, self. :nyoro~n:
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Tell her that you only like 2D girls.
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Tell her that you only like 2D girls.
This isnt Genshiken
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Weird computer problem:
I'm currently in an internet-programming class, and working on Javascript. The thing is, any code that I have written or edited will not run. I can run websites with javascript fine, I can copy-paste code from a page-source, save it, and it will run. I can get rid of all the white-space, and it will run. But if I change a single character in a string, or a single variable's value, or a single number in an equation, or even just rename a variable, it won't run.
Apparently I have a gremlin in my computer or something. I suspect notepad++ may be encoding things wrong, but I really have no idea. I'm not so much asking for help as much as I'm posting this because it's vaguely amusing to an outside observer.
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Yeah, if whitespace is the problem odds are that the text files are being encoded in MS-DOS format and run on a *nix system. Been awhile since I used Notepad++, but see if it has an option to save as UNIX-format text.
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Yeah, if whitespace is the problem
When I said,
I can get rid of all the white-space, and it will run.
I meant that it would run when unedited by me, and if I fucked with the whitespace in addition or removal of it. Just not after I change anything that isn't whitespace. It won't even run on web-based html/css/javascript emulators. I tried saving my css and javascript as separate files and referencing them in the html rather than having them in the same file. Nothing. The css actually works either way. It's just the javascript. It seems to defy all logic. Everything else works! But javascript I edit will not run on this computer in any way, shape or form. Other code will run! Just not javascript! I just don't fucking get it.
Thanks for the assistance anyway, even if I worded my problem badly and your answer wound up being irrelevant.
EDIT: Dowloaded a debugger extension for firefox and suddenly javascript works again. WTF!?
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Off work after midnight, in bed at two AM.
Up at 6:30. Things to do today: go to the bank; withdraw entire balance to pay rent; exchange cashier's check my father sent me for cash; travel across town to Marietta; pick up van from radiator shop (paying with money my father sent me); be in class by 12:30.
It is raining.
Ex/Roommate/Formerly The Girlfriend drives me to the bank. It's still too early so they're not open. But it's okay if I don't have the rent money, says she, because she doesn't have her half of the rent money and won't until her next paycheck comes in Friday-ish. This means there is a $100 late charge on our rent. (Is she out of money because she's been out partying all night and crashing with friends for four of the past six days? Probably!)
Get on the train. Get off the train. Wait for the bus to Marietta. Bus does not come. Call Cobb County Transit. Bus I'm waiting for isn't running today. Get back on train. Get off train elsewhere.
Bus doesn't come for well over an hour. Check GPS, there's a bank a few blocks away. Put on rain poncho, walk to bank, get soaked anyway, end up looking like a homeless wizard for nothing. Cashier's check -- in a water-resistant messenger bag and covered in a poncho -- is probably too wet to be viable. Wait outside bank, in the rain, for half an hour until they open.
Enter bank. Get asked "How are you?" three times, twice by the same employee. Reply "Wet." each time except the last, at which point I instead reply "Still wet." Check is depositable but not cashable. Withdraw all of my money anyway, to pay the repair charges. Stomp back to bus station.
Squeeze onto crowded bus to Marietta. Try to keep from falling asleep.
Get off bus. Unbutton all the fasteners on useless poncho, put hood on my jacket up, and wrap poncho around my shoulders and bags like a cloak. Immediately get heckled by some jackass waiting for another bus. Resist urge to punch him in his goddamn mouth.
Walk half an hour to radiator shop. Find that Check Engine light is still on, and van is still throwing error messages for, according to mechanic, no goddamn reason. Van might pass inspection to get tags renewed, after I drive it for fifty or sixty miles on the expired tags.
Drive through Atlanta in the rain. Stop at McDonald's for first meal in seventeen hours. Decline offer to "buy a hand" from the drive-thru attendant. Am told she thought I'd be "nice". Resist urge to punch her in her goddamn mouth.
Park in school lot. Vindictive McDonald's drivethru drones didn't give me a straw. Pay $4 -- highway robbery except it's a parking lot -- for a parking pass for the day.
Ahead: Latin Cuisine class, drive home in the rain during rush hour, etc.
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A few days ago in #finalfight, the subject of my finances and whether I needed anyone to send me money came up. I'm now obligated to take a roadtrip I can't afford for Thanksgiving (since my father paid for my van repairs, I now must use said van to visit family for the holidays), I'm behind on my school payments and phone bill, and my insurance payment is due. I thought before I'd go rattling my tin cup at you all again, I'd at least wait and see how my paycheck turned out.
It's a two-week paycheck, made entirely of weeks where I'd only worked two days. And renewal fees and such for my insurance pushed it over the border from "close call" to "account overdrawn". My optimism regarding my self-sufficiency was not well-founded.
So... brother, can you spare a dime (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=353.msg171582#msg171582)?
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Cap fell out. Nothing major, and by a stroke of luck I already have a dentist's appointment the first thing on Monday when they open again. Mostly it's just obnoxiously sensitive, and kinda sucks to drink water, but I have to keep it clean.
Almost doesn't count as a shit day on the grand scheme of everyone else's problems, but it's all I got.
R^2, do you have a specific amount you need? I don't throw money at people randomly.
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Oh, uh, I've got one: I have a six-day work week but I'm only getting 25 hours. Oh, and it's all in the evening, so yeah. My social life is suffering.
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My monitor died. And non-widescreen monitors seem to be a thing of the past, so I'm probably gonna be losing vertical pixels on top of several hundred dollars. Yaaaay.
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you have to flip your monitor.
TURN-WAYS
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My monitor died. And non-widescreen monitors seem to be a thing of the past, so I'm probably gonna be losing vertical pixels on top of several hundred dollars. Yaaaay.
I bought a wide 24" a little over a year ago, and my major concern was making sure that I didn't lose either vertical inches or pixels.
Assuming your old monitor was a 1280x1024, there ARE reasonably-priced 1920x1200's out there -- and even a more-standard 1080p gives you a few dozen more vertical pixels than what you've been working with. Last I checked (which was maybe a year and a half ago), Samsung was the best-priced name brand. I managed to get a 24" for about $230, but that's not the going price; that required monitoring dealzmodo for several months. I assume you don't have that luxury, but on the plus side this IS the biggest time of year for sales. (I'm not recommending going out on Black Friday -- I never do -- but there are bound to be other sales over the next couple of weeks.)
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My old one was 1600x1200.
Non-widescreen seems to be a dying breed - Newegg has all of two 1600x1200 monitors and both are fancy LED thingers for $900+ - and I have DVI but not HDMI on my video card. So I'm looking at 1920x1080s or 1920x1200s, but 1920x1200 doesn't seem to exist on Newegg for less than $280 or smaller than 24".
I'm gonna head over to the Micro Center, see if they have any promising things. I'm sure there will be sales over the coming weeks but I kind of need a replacement as soon as possible.
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you have to flip your monitor.
TURN-WAYS
You silly. The picture will be inverted transverse mirrored if you do that. It has to be turned Widdershins.
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Yeah, looks like 1080p is the only viable thijg. Only 1920x1200 here is a 28" $340 beast.
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20" 1600x1200 Dell (http://cgi.ebay.com/Dell-2007FP-20-1-LCD-Monitor-1600-x-1200-Resolution-/230553533530?pt=Computer_Monitors&hash=item35ae0fbc5a); closes in 30 minutes. Bidding likely to spike at the end but it's currently at $118.52.
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I ended up getting a Samsung at Micro Center. 1080p, 23", $190.
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So now that my van is repaired, I guess I'd better go get my tags renewed so I can legally drive it huh
So I go in ready to pay the $80-90 in fees to let me drive for another year.
But the clerk asks, "Have you been having trouble with your insurance?" Groaaan. "No, but I've had trouble with the county understanding my insurance."
See, last December I switched insurance companies. My existing policy was set to expire on the 20th, so I got a replacement policy on the 17th and let the first one expire. For three days I was covered by two policies at once.
Only some moron at the county gub'mint office put in that my first policy expired on the 7th, not the 20th, so they had on record that I had a lapse in coverage for a week and a half. That's illegal in Georgia.
I got pulled over in February and warned about this, went to the county clerk's office, and thought I had it straightened out.
I got pulled over for it again in June, had a court date in July (I think), and was pretty sure that by supplying the judge with papers from both insurance companies about the ending and beginning dates of my policy coverage I'd gotten it straitened out again.
Alas, they'd levied me with a $25 fee for lapsed coverage anyway, and didn't tell me about it -- not when I was pulled over either time, not at the county clerk's office, and not in court. And when I didn't pay the fee they didn't tell me about, they put on another $60 charge, to be paid whenever I got my tags renewed.
Boy, they sure know how to kick a guy when he's down.
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Lemme buy ya a beer in ATL while I'm there during the holidays, R^2.
:done:
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I had my licence test today, the vicroads person said I drove really well and did most of the stuff really well.
But I failed.
I was on a T-Intersection, turning right, and there was a truck on the other side turning left, a big one with cars on the back, he needed the space I was in to turn, so he indicated for me to go first, I waited a little bit, and then went in front of him, no danger to myself or anyone else, I got an instant fail for that. Now I have to wait a month and pay another hundred bucks or so.
I've been switching between depressed and angry for a few hours now, I'm pissed because EVERY SINGLE PERSON i ask about this says that they'd do exactly what I'd do, and my instructor said that 99% of drivers would do that too. So it's like, I failed because I did the sensible thing. Which really pisses me off.
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You're in one of those backwards countries where they drive on the left and hamburgers eat people, right? 'cause, um, yeah, you're not supposed to do that.
That lots of other people would also make the same mistake doesn't transmogrify it into a good driving habit.
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He was waved to go on. Generally, it isn't sensible to sit at an intersection and argue with a big truck about who should go first, especially when everyone knows it makes more sense for the car to go first.
Don't really see how that's a bad driving habit...
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The powderkeg that is my mother finally blew tonight.
Dad and Sister have taken off, who knows where, and mom is in the bedroom crying. I have no idea what to fucking do. I'm in tears myself, here.
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/me hugs McDohl.
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Not exactly a shit day, but in spite of feeling better and doing better by most rubrics of health, I just had a coughing fit so violent I vomited.
On the plus side, my throat and nasal passages finally feel clear of phlegm and mucous!
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My mother is cancer free, somewhat. So why is this posting in shit days?
There is a hole in her chest now. Like, you can slide your hand into it, it's where they had to cut out to get the tumor. Each night, for what has now been told to be 3-4 months, my father and I have to remove the gauze from inside of it, clean and swab out, restuff it, and package it.
Aside from being disturbing as "staring into an deep hole on a human body" can be, my mother finds it extremely painful, even moreso when she has to shower, so I have to stand right there and see her next to tears.
My father has not taken this, or my brother's recent attempt to beat the stupidity awards well, and his back pain continues to get worse and worse.
My brother's attempt was he told a friend he could stay after she "Suddenly needed a place to stay" and THEN found out it was because she was kicked out for getting in massive arguments with her abusive boyfriend, AND the kid is the kind who just steals everything and the mother doesn't do anything and he freaked out and almost didn't find the balls to tell them "no"
My chem teacher is a huge bucket of fuck. He is completely incapable of knowing how to teach, is insufferable and has at least twice now fucked up my grades and I would have missed it had I not already been paranoid about the C I'm barely getting in the class.
All this stress piling up has made for frequent headaches and severe tooth pain.
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So apart from my trouble with Play-Asia as detailed in the Internet Superstore thread, this happened:
I was working last night, prepping the new releases to be put out on Tuesday. I take my cash for a moment to swap out this guy's game and he picks up one of the unlocked movies on the counter and starts looking at it. I tell him that it's out next week if he wants to rent it etc etc. Anyway, when he leaves, I grab the movie he was looking at and open the case. The disc is gone. So I have to go out to the parking lot and interrogate the guy. He insists that he didn't take it and I don't want anything to go too sour, so I just let him go. We'll be checking the camera today to see if he actually did take it. If he did, I'll probably get a write-up for leaving the movies on the counter even though there's no other place for them and he'll probably get off scot-free.
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After 8+ years, and several moves, my TV is finally borked.
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It's the final move, but the first one that's to a better place.
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I turned it off for about 20 minutes, and when I turned it back on, it was fine! It's a Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanzaa/Festivus/Chrimbus miracle!
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My computer keeps shutting off randomly. I think I need a new power supply, and a powerful one at that. I guess I really should have gotten one when I got the new graphics card and motherboard a few months ago... Strange thing is, it was working fine until recently.
Well, I guess that's another hundred bucks or so down the drain. Great, less money that I already don't have. I have more anti-money.
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The family dog is most likely going to be dead by Monday. Old age & cancer. She knows it, my dad knows it, and my mother is in denial or just doesn't see it.
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I'm so, so sorry.
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She just kind of stared at me when I called for her to come inside, and my dad said she just...stared at him and mom in the bedroom that she's been in for years.
She's being taken in in the morning. God Dammit.
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Yeah, the old basset hound we lost over the summer was acting much in the same way. She stopped eating and wanted to stay out in the backyard. It's one of those things where dogs seem to want to pass away in a place that is unobtrusive. :(
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It's the pack mentality. They don't want to expire in a place where their family will have to drag them off somewhere to keep from getting sick.
Dogs are good friends to the last. Be thankful you were given the chance to say goodbye to yours.
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they are probably also smart enough to know that you'll feel bad about their death, and want to scurry away to avoid hurting you.
Not sure if cats have the smarts to feel empathy, but probably not quite.
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they are probably also smart enough to know that you'll feel bad about their death, and want to scurry away to avoid hurting you.
Not sure if cats have the smarts to feel empathy, but probably not quite.
I'm no animal psychologist but holy shit no.
Unless you're just saying that to make lyrai feel better. Then proceed.
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Lyrai needs the most hugs.
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Lyrai needs the most hugs.
Quote from: R^2
... yikes.
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While cleaning out the house today, I found a notebook with a list of goals my now-ex wanted to achieve. It was dated late August.
Among the myriad items that never happened -- get her GED, start working out, get a better job -- was "Get an STD test".
:whoops:
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I shouldn't be laughing at that.
I really shouldn't.
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Find a free clinic; those things are expensive.
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Find a free clinic; those things are expensive.
What Thad said. There's usually plenty of folks offering the service for free.
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The stress of the holidays are like rusty nails in my brain. I've got a jillion things to do and no time to actually do them because I have to work. I'm sure anyone who has ever worked retail anything will tell you just how sick of people it can make you. I haven't had a decent meal in three days because I don't have any time to shop for food. And tomorrow, I have to go from work directly to a family gathering where I'll get asked the same six questions I get asked every year. And then again the next day.
Hey Mongrel, can I come spend Christmas with you and Starr next year?
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And tomorrow, I have to go from work directly to a family gathering where I'll get asked the same six questions I get asked every year. And then again the next day.
1: WHERE ARE THE DIAMONDS? TELL ME WHERE YOU HID THE DIAMONDS
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when I was little people would ask me if I wanted kids and I'd say no and they'd say "you will change your mind" and give that little condescending laugh older relatives give
Is it bad that I sort of have the urge to run up to them and say I NEVER CHANGED MY MIND YOU WERE FUCKING WRONG IN YOUR FACE MOTHERFUCKER and then surf away on a jetboard
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when I was little people would ask me if I wanted kids and I'd say no and they'd say "you will change your mind" and give that little condescending laugh older relatives give
This is the experience Julie and I are having right fucking now.
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Hey Mongrel, can I come spend Christmas with you and Starr next year?
Ya shoor you betcha.
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Wanna skip work/gathering and come up tomorrow? ^____^
when I was little people would ask me if I wanted kids and I'd say no and they'd say "you will change your mind" and give that little condescending laugh older relatives give
This is the experience Julie and I are having right fucking now.
I have the opposite problem. My family never harasses me about children and could probably accept my never having any. Only I did want kids, worse than anything else at one point - only it's all but certain I never will*.
*A combination of quite a few different things I won't go into right now. I've come to accept it for a while now.
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I always get them asking my brother all the questions, them being interested and proud of the answer, sighing, then asking me the same questions. I answer and they just nod quietly.
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I deal with holiday family gatherings by not going. Oh, my mother will try to guilt-trip me, but she and my brother will spend five hours in the car and nine hours with condescending hypocrites who are incapable of true respect, and I'm going to stay home, eat leftover boeuf bourguignon, make minty coconut chocolate candy, eat said candy, and enjoy several hours of delighfully uninterrupted writing time. God bless Christmas day!
I know this sort of thing really isn't an option for most people, but still... In the few years since I've decided I couldn't be assed with the whole rigamarole, I've noticed a sizable decrease in total personal misery for December. It ain't National Feel Wretched In The Company Of People You're Embarrassed To Be Related To Day, after all. Or if it is, it sure as hell shouldn't be.
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So maybe about the fourth or fifth person I personally know has had their door kicked in and their home robbed.
This year.
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I span my car off the road today, I underestimated a corner, went into it a little too fast, because it was so wet, my rear wheels slipped out, and my car span around and went over the bank, through a fence sideways, down a hill and into a sheep paddock. Car's fine, just a bit scratched up and the wheel alignment probably needs fixing.
I felt fine afterwards, I just felt crappy about damaging my mum's car, my dad helped me out, and this nice lady who lived nearby, and i was able to drive it out of the paddock fine. But since I got home, i've just felt like absolute crap, I keep thinking about how if it was only one corner later, I'd have rolled the car down a 400 meter 80 degree hill, and everyone was amazed that I didn't roll the car at all. I could have killed myself, and I feel like a real idiot because of it.
Maybe I just need more sugar or something.
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Not a fun experience. This is right, though:
Maybe I just need more sugar
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/me gives Stush some sugar
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Thanks, guys. <3
Things weren't as bad as I thought, I think everything's gonna be alright with that, I probably just need to pay the excess on the insurance.
Work has been going good, i've made heaps of money, and i've gotten lots of sunburn, and today I swam up a river!
But i've been feeling sorta worried, because my dad has taken off somewhere, and I'm worried he's gonna get himself in trouble or something, he does that kinda stuff all the time, he has a bit of a temper and doesn't really let things go, I just hope he's back when I go home and nothing's happened.
But other than that, today's been awesome!
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When I packed up an emergency preparedness kit about a year ago, I was expecting something like the tornado that hit Atlanta in 2008, or the flooding in 2009.
I had no idea the emergency I was preparing for would be "You can't afford to eat anymore". So yeah, good thing I had some canned food set aside.
The job/apprenticeship I've been told was mine for the taking has been pushed back again. Originally offered last "September", then "before the end of the year", then "January-ish", now "spring". So I'm back to square one in my job search.
My lease is up in May. If I can't find a very lucrative income by the end of this school quarter -- sufficient to support myself alone, or sufficient to support myself with a roommate assuming I can find a roommate -- I'll have to move back in with family in Nashville. Or live out of my van. Both of those are so unappealing it's actually a toss-up which one I'll do if it comes to that.
tl;dr: business as usual.
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Further details have developed but thanks to the illness I'm fighting off I'd rather not type all of them out right now.
tl;dr: :bam:
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There was a radiation treatment hiatus last week during the holidays, which the nurses said would be fine. Since a person's tolerance was expected to have been lowered a bit by the gap, they decreased the treatment time (it usually increases incrementally).
Only it wasn't enough and I have a hilarious full-body sunburn. Other than the pain (which isn't too bad, but annoying - especially my armpits), I feel like a bag of heated leather. My face does NOT like moving right now.
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My cat is dead.
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Well that blows. Sorry to hear that.
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So it turns out the new smoke alarm that my landlord had someone install goes off any time I use my oven.
After about ten minutes of this, I tore it out of the goddamned ceiling.
Turns out it's wired into place.
So now I've got this going on:
(http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y89/CX-Neo/DSCF2083.jpg)
I think I am going to go buy one that works.
...This is actually sort of hilarious.
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I cut expenses by as much as I conceivably could. I even turned off the heat in the house during the goddamned snowstorm in hopes of shaving a few dollars off the gas bill.
Still short. Not that I'm surprised. :endit:
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Week ago: "I should really get a flu shot"
6 days ago "enh i'll do it tomorrow"
5 days ago "weather is too shitty i'll do it tomorrow"
4 days ago : YOU WILL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED
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So it turns out the new smoke alarm that my landlord had someone install goes off any time I use my oven.
After about ten minutes of this, I tore it out of the goddamned ceiling.
As opposed to talking to the landlord, or closing the door between the kitchen and the smoke alarm, or opening it first to look for a battery, or switching it off at the wall?
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So it turns out the new smoke alarm that my landlord had someone install goes off any time I use my oven.
After about ten minutes of this, I tore it out of the goddamned ceiling.
As opposed to talking to the landlord, or closing the door between the kitchen and the smoke alarm, or opening it first to look for a battery, or switching it off at the wall?
It's wired into the ceiling, almost directly above the stove. There's no battery and no way to shut it off, and no door to close.
I went ahead and just bought a new one. I'll tell the landlord later.
The problem is that the one that was installed has an ionization sensor instead of a photoelectric sensor. Ionization sensor alarms aren't meant for kitchens, since their way way too sensitive when it comes to very quick bursts of heat (ie: an oven door opening, meat frying, toast popping up, kettle steam, etc).
Trust me, trying to cook something for ten minutes when I can only mute the alarm for one minute at a time got really old, really fast.
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I can't possibly imagine why any firm alarm would need that many wires.
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Make sure its not also a carbon monoxide alarm. You don't want to play with that shit.
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The one I bought is the best photoelectric sensor on the market. It should do just fine. Especially since I have yet to start a fire and I don't intend to break that record.
I'm SAFETY CONSCIOUS. :mahboi:
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turn the dangling one into a bitching disco ball with some dollar store mirrors
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Smoke alarm RESTORED! The new one is much nicer, and it gave me an excuse to finally get around to buying one of those little stubby screwdrivers with the replaceable bits.
I feel accomplished!
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So this morning mom and Amy (sister) were off to volunteer at a nursing home for their church and it had snowed buckets last night. So I went out to shovel the drive/walkway for them. It was cold but the job only takes like 15 minutes and I sweat when I do it so I wore only a light jacket. I got done with the drive and they were late so they were just like, "We're gonna leave now. See ya." and the left. After I finished the walkway I noticed that they'd locked me out. With no keys. And no cellphone. And the only person that didn't have wings or paws in my house was my brother. And he sleeps in the basement. It took me like an hour to wake him up. So, an hour of beating on a cold house with my bare hands. It feels like my hands are on fire and my feet are no better from walking through all the snow around our house trying to find a place I could beat on that would wake William up. And then I call mom and I'm like, "WTF" and now she's all like, "OMG SO SORRY !!!!!!!! DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:"
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The trackball on my phone finally called it quits entirely. It can reliably scroll to the right. It can occasionally scroll to the left. It will rarely scroll up and cannot under any circumstances scroll down.
This means that without the concentrated effort of several minutes' work I can't access anything but instant messaging, and can't read or reply to those. No contact list, no web browsing, no IRC, no searching for a new job, nothin'.
You know that reciever phone you get in Earthbound that takes up an inventory slot but can only take incoming plot-related calls? I basically have one of those now.
I'm probably eligible for a free upgrade if I sign for a new contract, but I'll be dropping the roommate in a few months so I can't commit to said new contract. And if I drop her now, I'm going to have to chip in on the utilities she normally pays by herself, and I'm broke enough as it is.
My Paypal is still tuvai@hotmail.com if you can spare a dime.
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Finally starting to recover from Flu
Then what i HOPE TO GOD was a filling came out and i have always had a problem with going to the dentist
and there is a very very slow drip in the ceiling (doesn't seem to be new as the location where it is dripping has clearly been repaired before and i am fairly sure it is just snow melt because the water is FREEZING COLD)
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Then what i HOPE TO GOD was a filling came out and i have always had a problem with going to the dentist
murder him and feed him to a plant
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Today, I discovered another cancerous growth on the side of my dachshund's head, a few months after we had the last one removed.
We're going to put him to sleep before he starts getting sick.
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:((((((((((((((((((((((
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He's been a part of my life for fifteen years, since I was twelve. It's hard to look at him right now. He has no idea what's going to happen. I don't want him to suffer, but I'm definitely getting the Ol' Yeller feeling. :(
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My grandma just died. ;______;
I swear I'm not trying to one up you McDohl.
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/me hugs both of you
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While I was minecrafting after we came to the decision, just to give myself something to do while I was thinking instead of sitting around crying,. I got to thinking that instead of dwelling on the fact that my dog is about to leave this world, I should celebrate the memories of good times.
I remember when he was a puppy, and my sister was a toddler. She had this little scooter toy out in the backyard, and Rusty was wandering around it, chasing a bug for a solid five minutes. Just kept doing laps around the scooter.
A few years later, after we moved in to a new house, Rusty hadn't gotten used to it yet. The back patio was a few concrete steps and concrete patio at ground level. He saw a squirrel in the backyard, and leaped off the steps and hit the ground level, scraping the underside of his muzzle. It looked like it hurt, but it was funny in retrospect. He never jumped off the steps like that again.
I'll also never forget the time just before I left for boot camp. He wouldn't leave me alone, as though he knew I was going away for a long time. Every time I would come back on leave, though, he'd be right there as he recognized me, and it was back to the way things used to be.
Maybe I'm trying to say goodbye to him before he's gone, but I want to sort out how I feel rather than wait.
I'm eulogizing him here as a testament to how much I love my dog, Rusty. He will always be my first, and best dog.
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Sorry to hear it, fellas; little more to add. My best to you and yours.
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Welp. Accompanying my latest batch of nightmares comes my ulcers. I haven't had them since 6th grade.
It's like meeting a guy you knew in kindergarten and he punches you in the gut and you remember "Oh yeah. He beat me up everyday."
My doctor is now worried about my heart because of all this. I have to watch it or I'll need heart medication.
Recapping: Ulcers, heart problems, gray hair. I'm too young for this shit.
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Lottel, have a better life. If you become king of this thread I'll have nowhere to go.
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Oh hey, my rent cheque bounced.
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We may have to have my mother committed so she doesn't do anything stupid like cut her ear off trying to get the imaginary insects out.
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Recapping: Ulcers, heart problems, gray hair. I'm too young for this shit.
Those conditions are all exacerbated by stress, it's said. They also cause stress! Bad combination.
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Wait. Grey hair isn't awesome? Salt and pepper hair isn't awesome? f-fuck!
EDIT:
No, really, Classic was really hoping he could pull off the salt'n'pepper look but his hair looks like it'll just fall out rather than dramatically go gray.
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I went to the Department of Labor to see if I could get any benefits, because srsly u guys, u guys, srsly.
They told me that I might be eligible for some benefits since my hours were cut from what they were when I was hired, contrary to what I was told two months ago. So I applied. Now I'm counting on my place of employment to show some decency and integrity and be honest about what happened to all my income. :whoops:
Oh, and student housing is so goddamned expensive that if I could get a loan for the amount I need, I could just spend it on my own damn apartment. I still have no idea where I'm going to live in a few months.
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Social Security sent me a letter demanding money again.
Theory: every 6 months, some fresh meat pulls the case up and decides to "do it right' because obviously if everyone before him tried and didn't do it then obviously they're doing it wrong.
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I really should stop reading this thread, it makes me cry. :( But you all need so many damn hugs! *Gigahug* <3 <3
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My dachshund's tumor ruptured from him scratching at it. I'm holding a vigil until he goes to sleep. I just hope he doesn't bleed out before the vet opens tomorrow morning. I'm probably going to have to take him over there to have them put him to sleep.
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Oh my lord, I'm so sorry to hear that Dohl, that's terrible. My sympathy goes out to you, dude. Losing a dog is always the worst.
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It's...gonna happen at 3:00 tomorrow.
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;_____________; McDohl.
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(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2547/3756668470_dd4c67d1c2.jpg) (http://www.flickr.com/photos/royalconstantine/3756668470/)
Dakota
1995 - 2011
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I'm sorry, guys. It's always heartbreaking to lose a pet.
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So many hugs for all of you. *HUuuuug*
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So many sad puppies ;_____;
If it's any consolation, Starr and I prevented some lady from accidentally letting her cat freeze to death today.
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skipped work this morning and spent it on the phone and found out that i'm likely to die before i can get my bad tooth taken out
what a hassle
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... Nor, I dig wanting to be pithy or not making a big deal of something small, but this is maybe not the right way to do either of those.
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He's not saying that its going to kill him, but that it will take so long to get it fixed that he'll probably die of old age first. It is a common saying.
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i actually meant that it might kill me, but i went and got it taken care of. i'm kind of being pithy because otherwise i'd go on another one of my CrAzY anti-govt rants and start talking about killing people in the coast guard or something
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oh that
catloaf norondor.
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Maybe this should go int he job thread, but fuck it.
I found out at least one other new hire for the EXACT same position is making nearly ten grand a year more than me.
Like I can can handle someone else getting hired at a higher rate, but FUCK OKAY WHAT
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my gums are just waking up from local anaesthesia and realizing they were slashed open and there are stitches there now
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Now... now your face will hurt you as well! MWA HA HA!
Seriously, it's going to be like your balls are in a vice and have also somehow moved into your face.
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at least i'm immune to vicodin
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As I've complained about before in vent and IRC, there's a door right next to my computer in my room that leads outside. The door has never had a lock or closed properly and with the wind here, blows open quite regularly. Tonight it was particularly bad and out of frustration I used a towel / duct tape hybrid to try and seal it completely.
(http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b149/Rygaron/P2050005.jpg)
As some of our more astute readers may notice, there's also a garbage bag over it. That would be because the technique worked perfectly, and instead of the door blowing open, the plate glass window simply shattered. If you note the location of the chair, it did this just a few inches from my face.
After the initial freaking out and covering of the new hole in my room, another gust came and pushed what was left of the glass through the bag and sliced my arm (fortunately not going through it). Deciding there must be some solution to make everything better again because things can't possibly get this shitty this late at night I wake my mom up and tell her about the problem (yeah, she slept through a night of the door slamming open and closed and a window exploding). Enraged at me for obviously having broken the window myself because wind "could never do that" and not using her strategy of tying the door closed (when I first moved up here there was a ribbon tying the handle of the storm door to the knob of the main door. The ribbon has since ripped from the force of the door blowing open and the storm door knocked off its hinge, not that it would have prevented the window from shattering in any way) she once again kicked me out of the house. Proving that, yes, things really can get that shitty that late at night.
Now, I've never wanted to live with my mom, and yeah I've been kicked out of her house many times before and always ended up back here, but really feel like that can't be an option any more. Unfortunately my declining financial situation has left me stranded. Now with no prospects for a job and fifteen dollars to my name I'm hoping my mom is even more drunk than usual and wont remember any of tonight when she wakes up tomorrow, or I honestly don't know where I'll be going.
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An outer door without a lock is not secure. You need to nail some wood over that hole, and go buy a lock for that door.
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http://portal.hud.gov/hudportal/HUD?src=/topics/rental_assistance/tenantrights (http://portal.hud.gov/hudportal/HUD?src=/topics/rental_assistance/tenantrights)
Depending on the state you live in, you may have protective rights that prohibit being thrown out at such short notice, even when living with your parents rent-free.
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An outer door without a lock is not secure.
thanks mister wizard
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An outer door without a lock is not secure. You need to nail some wood over that hole, and go buy a lock for that door.
It appears to be in the attic. That should prove at least a bit of disincentive to unwanted entry.
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Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice...
Well it seems like she really has completely forgotten about everything that happened last night and I'm not on the street yet. All I could think about in bed was the number of times I'd voiced my fear of being kicked out on the boards versus the number of times it's actually happened, and I honestly can't tell at this point if I'm just being angsty and complaining about things before I know the real situation or if it's natural to be jumpy about it when honestly I've been kicked out for less.
So for the time being I'll just work towards getting out of here when my tax return puts a little cash in my pocket and limit to only posting about getting thrown out once it actually happened.
http://portal.hud.gov/hudportal/HUD?src=/topics/rental_assistance/tenantrights (http://portal.hud.gov/hudportal/HUD?src=/topics/rental_assistance/tenantrights)
Depending on the state you live in, you may have protective rights that prohibit being thrown out at such short notice, even when living with your parents rent-free.
Bookmarked and reading over now, this will be handy in the future even if I'm not in the same kind of circumstance, thanks.
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In the meantime, you should find some doorstops and shims and stuff to jam in your jamb.
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Well, I think I'm screwed in my 'Programming Languages' class.
I couldn't finish a C program* in time and got depressed and slept through the class when it was due, the prof doesn't accept late assignments at all. The next class day was canceled due to snow storm. Then I get an email that the next assignment which was given out on the day I missed is due next Wednesday giving me all of two days (rather than a week and a half) to do it seeing as no one will respond to my requests to be informed about what the assignment is. The cherry on top is that I suck at coding; know concepts well, but can't remember proper syntax or names of most functions in any language for the life of me. Oh, and also the quizzes in the class are writing out programs on paper with no reference material, meaning I get an automatic zero on them before I even begin. Fuck I hope LISP, prolog and python are easier than C.
*Motherfucking malloc and having to manage memory directly...
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If your problem is memory management, things can only get better.
Syntax and ordering, not so much.
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To a degree, getting better at coding is just practice. It is a largely mechanical operation. If you practice it enough, and don't have any serious barriers to learning it (e.g. dsylxeia), you will eventually grow more comfortable and fluent with the language.
Making good programs... that's art.
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:thatxkcdstrip:
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I hated that one.
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I don't actually know which one Brent means. Unless he means all of them.
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Oh hey I've never had a real migraine before. Hooray for new experiences! :themoreyouknow:
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I've spent the better part of two months fighting off a serious cold and it came back with a vengeance last night. Unfortunately, between inclement weather and sickness I've called out too much lately already, so I was forced to spend a 9 and a half hour shift coughing up my lungs and miserable.
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Yeah so I just found out my girlfriend is married.
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What.
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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
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That sucks, Ted... but really, there can be no better avatar for that post.
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Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... *breathes* ...ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, man.
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Ok so I confronted her about it, and she says they're separated, but no divorce paperwork has been filed yet, and he still considers them as being married. Still not sure how I feel about that.
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I'm not getting a refund from the IRS (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=2121.msg183677#msg183677)
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Ok so I confronted her about it, and she says they're separated, but no divorce paperwork has been filed yet, and he still considers them as being married. Still not sure how I feel about that.
I've heard this kind of thing before, though usually it's the guy doing what she's doing.
85% chance this is going to end verrrry badly.
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Define 'verrrry badly'.
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Prolonged bullshit. Several people being strung along. Possible VIRELANCE.
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Possible knifings/shootings/car bombings.
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I once did a car-knifing to a guy who was foolin' with my baby's momma. (does not actually know of any my baby's mommas)
Seriously... Umm...
Yeah, it's alright to not know how to feel. This is the kind of baggage that will cause lots of people to run for the fucking hills if it's discussed up-front.
It could be she's stringing you along, it could be that she just wanted to see where it went instead of having you living as a hermit. Separated but not divorced happens more often than we'd like to admit, and sometimes it's the prudent course of action for an (ex-)couple. But...
Yeah, shitstorm layeth ahead.
and he still considers them as being married
That there... that's at best her losing everything that he's got partial ownership in.
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At the very least, your relationship is already founded on mistrust and lies, and when confronted about it she chose to dig her heels in further and maintain. It's complex, because the guy could just be crazy, but be advised on how the situation began.
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I'm not saying that this isn't a shock, but try to be understanding. There are some things that you just don't want to bring up with people on the first date man. Would you feel comfortable bringing up the brontoforumus with someone before you've gotten a chance to let them know you? We're basically a crazy ex-husband.
It's definitely true she's got problems, but building a relationship with Ted based on mistrust and lies might not be the most helpful descriptor. It's possible this could be a problem they can work out.
... I'm just hoping Ted's prepped for bad news.
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Also, I hate to take her side, but if they're separated, and I mean, if she honestly thinks their separated... well, I can see how it wouldn't even be in her mind. Just because she's still married to him doesn't mean that in her mind that relationship isn't over and done with, and old news. Also, you have to take into consideration how long they've been separated if you know. If its been a while, like I said, it might not have even been on her mind.
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Significant separations involve divorce paperwork. And, honestly, when getting into relationships, little tidbits like "I just got out of a relationship" or "I am going through a divorce" do not fall into the realm of "Too much information". In fact, divulging that information from the start helps prevent little embarrassments like your husband telling your boyfriend about your marriage.
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Well, she says she thought I knew, and I'm inclined to believe her on that. She's always been upfront and honest with me, even when, before we were dating but while we were hanging out, that he and she were going to try to work things out. Of course, she showed up at my door a few days later, and shortly thereafter we started officially dating...but she still sees him, on account of the fact that they have a kid together. And she's told me in the past that she still has feelings for him, she just can't stand to be with him.
Wow, I'm really not making this situation sound any better, am I?
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Yyeeah. I mean, it's possible she's a person really in need of support and is going through a lot of emotions she's having difficulty placing but it's looking like no matter how sincere her intentions or how together she is now, this is going to have some pretty negative repercussions for you.
Without taking very definite, but careful action there's going to be a serious shitfest surrounding the "marriage" and more importantly the child. To a large degree any divorce hearing is subject to the whims of the judge, and I don't know how bad the fallout from an "extra-marital affair" is going to be for her.
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Man, I once read a GREAT rundown on situations like this. I wish I could find it.
Basically, you're with someone who's somewhere in "rebound" mode, either entering it, or in full swing. Decisions made in this mode will not necessarily be sound over the long term.
It's not impossible that this will turn out okay in the end, for FOR GOD'S SAKE MAN, WATCH YOUR BACK.
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I'm recently out of work and have no problems receiving terrible violence on your behalf.
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Nah, if it comes to that, I'll just ENGAGE PACIFIST MODE, and she will be so moved by my willingness to get my ass kicked for her that she'll leave him and love me forever.
That's how it works, right?
Right?
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Well, I mean... It works best in a good cop\bad cop\axe cop trio. But with the two of us I thought I could be the bad cop and take the beating and you could be the good cop and beat the shit out of him after she realizes he's a bad dude.
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Nah, I really am a pacifist.
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Says the M1A1 driver.
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FORMER
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This isn't quite shit days, but just general "life blows" sentiment.
I've been avoiding getting a job for the past few months because I didn't want the job to drown out my schoolwork, and force me to miss or, god forbid, fail a class. My only experience with employers (the military, etc) has been "MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY". Are jobs really like this?
I've been living with my mother for over a year now, and I can't stand to be in the same room with her, because she'll eventually address the fact that I don't have work, and I don't want to have this conversation. I really don't, because I don't have any sort of ground to stand on. The above thing doesn't hold any water, and I have nothing else. I can't stand being estranged from my own mother when I live in the same damn house as her. I don't have anywhere else to go. I hate living like this.
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This isn't quite shit days, but just general "life blows" sentiment.
I've been avoiding getting a job for the past few months because I didn't want the job to drown out my schoolwork, and force me to miss or, god forbid, fail a class. My only experience with employers (the military, etc) has been "MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY". Are jobs really like this?
not crappy service sector jobs surprisingly
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There are lots of jobs that can and will accommodate you but...
They're tough to find and people don't want to hire someone hearing, "Oh, I'll need all of these things."
I mean, they want you to be up-front about it, but it can be a little daunting to have you making impositions of them at the top of the interview when you're supposed to be courting them.
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Most service jobs, if you're shooting for something entry-level, will ask right on the application when you're available to work. And if they don't like what's on the application, they won't call you back, and you'll never know if it was that or anything else you put down that turned them off.
Anyway.
Found out yesterday that a) I am not eligible for underemployment benefits for reasons I will be investigating tomorrow and b) my roommate is under the impression that I'm still pining for her, under the impression that I waited up until she came home at 2:00 AM on the fourteenth just to wish her a Happy Valentine's Day.
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Also, if you have normal class schedule, most service jobs will be OK for you, but only if you plan on never having free time ever. If you can work nights and weekends you can pretty much get hired anywhere in the service industry.
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b) my roommate is under the impression that I'm still pining for her, under the impression that I waited up until she came home at 2:00 AM on the fourteenth just to wish her a Happy Valentine's Day.
Not an entirety unreasonable assumption.
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Also the combination of military, going to school, and wanting to work during is pretty positive for an entry-level position compared to a lot of candidates.
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b) my roommate is under the impression that I'm still pining for her, under the impression that I waited up until she came home at 2:00 AM on the fourteenth just to wish her a Happy Valentine's Day.
Not an entirety unreasonable assumption.
Yyyyeah, that's just a litany of creepy things to do. Don't do those things.
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I parsed that as "she thought that's what he was doing instead of it just working out that way."
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Yeah, he's saying he was still up, probably yakking in finalfight, and she thought he was up for her. LOLOLOL bitches be crazy up in herr
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I had taken a nap that afternoon before work, so I was up playing Castlevania or something I don't even remember because I wasn't sleepy enough to go to bed yet. She stumbled home high as a goddamned kite, we talked for like half an hour, and I happened to say "Happy Valentine's Day" before I went to bed.
Considering her reaction I kind of want to make things as awkward as possible for the next five weeks before I vanish without a trace, but meh.
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Just strut around nude with a ribbon and bow.
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WITH THE BOW AROUND YOUR PENIS, RIGHT.
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So. the rear windscreen was broken out of my car last night. The only good thing is they didn't take anything, because my back window is only about 8-10 inches tall. Sadface. Who fucks with another mans car?! FUCK YOU. God damn I'm pissed. I didn't pay all the money I did for that car so some douche bag could come along and just fuck with it. ARGRARGAGAGARGARGRGARGARRRGRGGARGRGG Damn it. SO MAD.
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Teenagers.
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After struggling with this shitty Blackberry for well over a year, I'm now getting messages that my SIM card is rejected and my phone doesn't work.
I think it's time to go see if I'm due an upgrade or new phone. Hopefully for not too much.
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So. the rear windscreen was broken out of my car last night. The only good thing is they didn't take anything, because my back window is only about 8-10 inches tall. Sadface. Who fucks with another mans car?! FUCK YOU. God damn I'm pissed. I didn't pay all the money I did for that car so some douche bag could come along and just fuck with it. ARGRARGAGAGARGARGRGARGARRRGRGGARGRGG Damn it. SO MAD.
Pulp Fiction Malibu.avi (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pC9SIDllpGk#ws)
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I learned something today. When my chest hurts, I get really clumsy. To the point I drop things. Things like, say, plates.
I'm working a ten hour shift today. I've dropped almost one thing per table. Only one thing of food so far but rush just started so who knows how long that'll last.
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Friends I've had for years who've been mutual friends for the same amount of time are at each other's throats, making snarky comments, and cancelling D&D games and events.
I feel like a large part of my social life is collapsing around me.
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I had that happen once. The only nice part about it was that we were teenagers and as I grew a little older I realized there was some crazy shit going on that the best solution was to just avoid.
Problem SOLVED.
Of course, I was still in school and there was a pretty broad pool of new people to be friends with for years after that. If something like that happened now I think it'd be a serious downer.
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It's been well over a decade since I had more than a half-dozen or so friends. And most of them only know each other through me.
So uh, I'M SAFE, I GUESS.
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Work night ended with me stumbling to my car and collapsing literally at its door.
Yay me.
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Forgive me if you've already explained this some time ago (as someone who suffers from very occasional costachondritis, I am well aware that you can have massive chest pain that is largely "harmless"), but uh, perhaps you should seek medical assistance?
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Lottel has a hole in his chest, the problem is probably his lack of a heart.
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Yeah. Lack of a heart thing is a common phrase tonight, actually.
I find complaining about it to be equally as effective as the doctor's advice.
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I knew he had a cavity, I didn't know it was causing massive pain.
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Actually, they are completely unrelated problems.
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Hey guys, remember that girl I was dating, whom I found out had a husband?
Yeah, she just called me.
Turns out she's pregnant.
It's his.
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Whew.
Right?
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Oh yeah, definitely.
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So yeah, turns out kids sometimes actually make your life simpler!
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I'm just sort of bummed lately.
I think that I've kind of lost sight of what I want to do with my life and really don't know how to get back on track.
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Sometimes peeps get bummed out and it's a funk that clears itself after a few days. How long have you been at this?
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A while. :T
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Also getting disillusioned and shit is sometimes part of growing up. I don't want to be sounding like this shit just goes away. It doesn't. But if you try to stay positive and not worry about it too much you find you stumble into something good without realizing that you were trying for it.
Sometimes.
I mean... It's...
... Maybe I'm just lucky or easy-to-please.
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That sounds like depression. I reccomend a blowjob.
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but trying to obtain one of those only leads to more depression
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Zara meant giving. Specifically to himself.
He's not a real doctor.
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I found out I'm pretty much laid off.
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This is pretty weird. I thought I had the flu, as my symptoms consisted of a sore throat, coughing and a runny nose. But now, I'm shivering like an amphetamine junkie, even though I'm staying warm.
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Have you gotten enough foods? Also, what drugs?
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That could still be the flu though. That's not really that unusual of a symptom.
Also: Sucks, man.
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It's a symptom I've only had by exacerbating a flu by being really stupid. e.g. Forgetting to eat or forgetting that drugs have even weirder side-effects if taken in too high a dose or mixed without care.
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So for the last few weeks I've been getting dizzy for no reason once a day or so. I assumed it was heart related so I ignored it. It only happened at work or something so it never was a real bother. HOWEVER. Today it happened while driving. I was fine and my driving didn't suffer but it still worrisome.
So today I called my doctor and got an appointment.
HOWEVER: My chest started to hurt and I couldn't sleep so I decided to go for a jog (because extra heart beats plus increased heart rate actually spaces out my extra heart beats to an acceptable level) buuuut I kind of got dizzy and fell.
So later on I went jogging just for exercise and got dizzy and now my chest hurts again, Now I only have to wait a week for my doctor's appointment when they can tell me all these horrible things. Hoooooraaaay.
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... Please keep us posted as you're able... OK?
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Seriously, when you get to the 'can't get my heart rate up without losing oxygen to the brain' point of being sick, I think a visit to the hospital might be in order, appointment or not.
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Blah blah blah. I have an appointment. I'll be fine. Chances are the symptoms will go away on their own and I'll have a halter monitor on for a few days anyway.
Everything will be back to normal and I'll have freaked everyone out for no reason. Just like always.
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Did I ever tell you about that one time I rolled seven fumbles in a row? That was a rough game night.
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Well fuck. So today is "unofficial" AKA super drunk day. So I had plans to hang out with some lady friends and DD. Sounds nice but it's a tricky situation as several of these ladies are slightly more than interested and while drunk they get... a bit belligerent. But whatever. Would still be fun.
I get to work and immediately see a stack of wine glasses. I took them to their proper place when I kinda... fell down. Super dizzy couldn't stand blah blah blah. Broke all the glass and cut myself. Then we proceeded to have the worst night ever. Slammed and no one in the kitchen or on phones. People just walking in and sitting where ever they want. So, like R^2 encounters, I had no idea people where not being waited on while sitting at a dirty table. Then the oven kind of quit on us. And we had water leak on a bare wire, apparently because something happened with the electricity.
Oh. And I fell a few more times. Lolwhoops. With pain this time.
And then everyone canceled on me. All for various reasons. Soooo tonight's beat-video-games-in-your-backlog while drunk night instead of party-with-pretty-girls night!
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Update!
Doctor's appointment was today. I showed up 10 minutes early, had to wait 35 minutes. Get there and they didn't have my medical records or anything. Just my name. Two doctors show up. One tells me it's serious and I might need to consider surgery. They other says he has no idea why I'm dizzy all the time and it has nothing to do with my heart. So they compromised. I'll put a event monitor on. And in 30 days I'll turn it in. 15 days after that, I'll get a reply and need to set up an appointment. So. In approximately two months, I'll have my answer: They don't know what the fuck is going on and why my god damn heart hurts all the time and why I am constantly falling down from being dizzy.
Haha. At least my doctor was an Indian guy wearing cowboy boots. And his moustache was fantastic.
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So I gave notice at my job to get ready to move. They just told me not to worry about two weeks' notice and just not come back. So that's a couple hundred bucks I was counting on that isn't coming.
I got my tax return last month, and paid the entirety of our rent out of it. (It's due on the 15th, my roommate gets paid on the 17th-18th, late fees suck, it seemed like a good idea at the time.) My roommate said she'd pay me back her half of the rent, which of course never happened.
My phone bricked. Repairs cost me over $100, and didn't work.
Moving truck rental from Atlanta to Nashville will be $250, on top of the other crap I have to pay this month like usual, like phone and insurance.
So all told, I need about $500 I don't have in order to settle everything here and get the fuck out. I already have two or three job leads and a better support network in Nashville, so I sincerely hope this is the last time I have to rattle my tin cup at you guys. Paypal is tuvai@hotmail.com if you feel like giving me a hand.
And next month? My roommate can pay the rent by herself, because I don't have the money to carry her ass anymore.
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Well, a (scheduled) $300 vet visit turned into a $1000. Older cats have a way of doing that I suppose.
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I hope they're okay. :;_;:
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They're just getting older and creakier. Most of that is tests, some is for ongoing prescriptions and vaccines, and a goodly chunk will be for dental cleanings (that last was the biggest unexpected hit). They cost around $150 - $200 a month to keep as it is.
The real problem isn't the costs of cat ownership. It's that we can't seem to get ahead financially. Rent is not cheap but it's below average, food costs are pretty low, and it's not like we get out or do much of anything. Don't own a car (nor could we afford one) and even transit passes would be a nasty strain. I could out toss every bit of discretionary spending we do and it really wouldn't make much of a difference. Save a few hundred, maybe a grand over the course of an entire year.
That's not enough. Not even remotely. If we want to get out of this slowly spiralling fiscal deathtrap, I need to earn more - a LOT more (at the new job, the salary is $37k, after my deductions - I used to make $45k, but that was an unlikely stroke of luck), but that's not happening without school... which takes money!
On paper, we have enough money coming in to just barely cover all fixed expenses each month, but in practice what family household goes a full month without some minor cost or crisis coming up to eat a few dollars here and there? Meanwhile, my existing student loan payments are set to resume next month (suspended while I was out of work), as is my bike insurance (I pay the bike insurance six months out of the year... I'm hoping it's down to $100 per month this year, thank to all the certifications I completed last year).
I though this would be a good month since it was a "three paycheque month", but pretty much all of it going to the vet. Well, at least we did have that, rather than using my line of credit (which is quite low, at only $2300, but we just can't make any headway on it). I just thought I'd get a bit ahead for the first time in six months or more, but no such luck.
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Mongrel, yours is the life that motivates me to work for a better world. I'm sorry that sucks, man. I'm living a lot more frugally than I used to now that I have my own apartment, and it's hard to make just enough to survive. Hope things turn around for you.
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That's just the way it goes when you make poor decisions.
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Welcome to my world.
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Doesn't sound like "Unable to find a job" counts as a poor decision on your part.
Don't let the concept of "Your poor because you're a loser" enter your brains. You're both capable people, you're poor because the system doesn't need you.
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W-was that meant to be encouraging?
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It's meant to make you hate the system.
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The system does need you (us), it's just too dumb to realize it.
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That made me feel better, but also didn't make me hate the system.
I have a method for hating systems though, but it'll have to queue up behind the other things I'm hating at the moment.
Top of the list: Haters. 'Cuz they hate.
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Don't let the concept of "Your poor because you're a loser" enter your brains.
Pfft, too late for that. By many many years.
When you have a thirty-two year history of poor decision-making, it doesn't really matter if fate is against you or not, the only person who deserves blame is yourself.
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Don't let the concept of "Your poor because you're a loser" enter your brains.
What he said.
Don't let knee-jerk cynicism prevent you from improving your life.
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Guys.
It's not knee-jerk cynicism that prevents me from improving my life, it's thousands of dollars I don't have and a structural deficit I do have.
I had my chances and made my mistakes. I'm not old enough to say that things are "too late" yet, but it will be, all-too-soon. And in the short time I have left, I have no plan no starting point and no very little hope.
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It's never too late. Even in the death row.
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Exactly. Make yourself a shiv and start stabbing your way to a bright new tomorrow!
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If I have enough money to move this week, I won't have enough to keep my phone on. This will make finding work in Nashville difficult.
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Just when exactly are you going to find the pit of this particular bell curve?
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My aunt's gone from talking about how she's going to beat her cancer to talking about how she's going to last at least a year. :(
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Second dead cat of the year. Fuck you, 2011.
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Didn't you see that movie, all cats go to heaven?
I hear tell there is a lot of catnip there.
Sorry. My efforts at consoling people have been piss poor.
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My last cat was allergic to catnip.
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You live to ruin everything about cat heaven for everyone, don't you?
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Today's the big day. God dammit.
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R^2, disconnect the odometer under the moving van and they won't charge you for your miles driven. :D
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I think I've found a picture that sums up your life, R^2.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/buge/reaction/anormaldayforR2.jpg)
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THE MISSILES MAY TRY TO HIT AS THEY MIGHT, BUT THEY WILL NEVER DOWN HIS FIGHTER PLANE. BECAUSE R^2 IS ONE OF THE TRUE BELIEVERS. THE CHOSEN. THE SACRED.
HE IS A WARRIOR!!!
*skronk*
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Last night a friend of mine came to me with plans to kill herself. I couldn't stop her.
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there are no words of sympathy sufficient
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Jesus Christ, that's awful; I'm so sorry to hear it.
Guild's right, no words are sufficient -- but there are three that are pretty important, and those are "Not your fault."
Small comfort, and hopefully something you already know. But don't forget it.
My best to you and yours.
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For whatever it's worth, we're here for you, man.
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I just heard from her family. She's not actually gone yet. They found her and took her to a hospital and I just wasn't high up on the people-to-call list until she told them to tell me. Biggest sigh of relief.
Sorry if I made anyone else worry for whatever reason. I'm still pretty shaken up.
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jesus that's a relief!
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Offers for hugs are still open!
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Thanks, guys.
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Looks like my computer monitor is broken. In transit, I assume, but it was never dropped or hit or crushed, so fuck if I know why.
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My car's check engine light came on today, and it's acting strange. I hope it's not a transmission problem. (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=2121.msg186399#msg186399)
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Well, you just paid it off. So that means it is.
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Yep, monitor's busted beyond my ability to fix. Looks like the situation...
/me shades
...is terminal.
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Just got out of jail, now to study for an art history exam!
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Silly Constantine, you wait until after you've learned about art to start making counterfeit paintings.
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Really? There wasn't a single other Art History major there to help you study?
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I'm sure the prison library was lacking in art history books to make room for law books.
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"The uh.... Count of Monty Crisco... by.... Alex-andree..... .... Dumbass.
Dumbass?"
"It's a book about a Prison break Heywood, you'd like it."
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I don't post a lot, but I have to get this off my chest. So a room full of strangers seems the best place.
My girlfriend has had a miscarriage at 8 weeks.
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I'm so sorry.
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I don't know what that means, what that feels like, or how to relate. But I want you to know that, if I had the remotest ability to do so, I would sympathize.
There's a silver lining here somewhere, but it's in poor taste at best. So if any of you saw what I originally put forth as my best effort to console someone, please forget it.
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u_u
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There's nothing you could've done.... it just happened.
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I appreciate everyones condolences. At the moment we're just going to do our best to move on and put one foot in front of the other. She's physically alright, just needs to take it easy for a week or two.
Right now I just want to work, play some wolf, and not think to much.
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play some wolf, and not think to much.
Not to make light of a bad situation (and my sincerest condolences), but these two things do not make sense when stuck together.
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day one votes
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play some wolf, and not think to much.
Not to make light of a bad situation (and my sincerest condolences), but these two things do not make sense when stuck together.
About things. Thinking about Wolf keeps me from dwelling.
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Turns out I have to put another $400 into my car, $400 I don't have. My mum's lending me it, but i'm so sick of borrowing money from them. :(
The car was supposed to be cheap, but more and more costs keep adding up! It's so depressing.
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Yeah, cars cost a bunch in upkeep, especially cheap used cars. That's part of the reason they're so cheap.
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All cars are expensive wastes. I personally can't wait to move somewhere that I can just burn my car and live off of public transport or bicycling. Portland, Boulder, New York, Montreal, Paris, they all seem so nice.
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You can go to SF and brave the horrors of the MUNI. :D :D :D :D
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Can attest to Boulder of course, although I don't think that helps Stush out a whole lot.
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Ah, the glories of a relatively developed area with free public transit.
mmmmmmmmm
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free public transit.
:wat:
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the oldest public university in the states can afford buses for the town, it turns out!
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I live in the largest town without any form of public transportation. If I didn't own a car, I couldn't go more than 10 miles! The two neighboring cities, Dallas and Fort Worth, actually built a rail line connecting each other that travels up and over the town to avoid actually putting a station here.
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Yep, gotta love that Trinity Railway Express. <3
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Haha, yeah, I really do miss melbourne's public transport system, it's so much better than driving, I can read a book on it! And it's nice and relaxing.
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So mom went to the hospital today because she passed out this morning. There was a scare about everything it could have been (kidney problems, heart) and it ended up being a clot in her lungs. Now, I know this is in the shit days thread but I am actually GLAD about the outcome. At one point they thought it was her kidney again and I was just worst fucking feeling ever. Anyways she's going to get some blood thinners and she should be ok, for anyone who was worried about her in #finalfight this morning.
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I haven't received my social assistance statement for April yet, and it usually comes on the first of each month. I don't know if they stopped subsidizing me or if it's just delayed. I'm worried.
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I got my 30-day notice. I can't say I didn't expect it as the department's been without work for nearly two months and Financial somehow lost a big wad of money in the gears, triggering a company-wide belt-tightening.
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find out who the embezzler is to save your job
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my sister is getting married. that part actually should go in another thread, but since she doesn't know when and it probably won't be a while, this means my self-termination is set back indefinitely and i just do not want to wait that long.
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that and i guess it's another way in which i have proven myself a defective model
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and now i guess i'm one of those people who gets really shitty when other people are happy! what a good life i've lead, what a good fellow i am.
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Just be happy she's obviously happy and realize that this is something that has nothing to do with you!
I suggest figuring out why this makes you sad as hell and figuring out what should be done about this. Usually it's a matter of perspective. Other times, it's just that thing you do where you're loving life like a motherfucker one month and actively considering killing yourself another month (something should be done to help mitigate this [see also: see a dang psychiatrist/doctor foo]).
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It just sucks the dick off a dogg seeing you spending far too much of your time trying to think of things to dislike about yourself.
Just imagine yourself in a place where you'd be genuinely happy and remove every obstacle between here and that place until you're there. This is what I do.
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I suggest figuring out why this makes you sad as hell and figuring out what should be done about this
how comprehensive an answer to this do you want?
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If it makes you feel better, I was going to get married and now I am forever alone.
After meeting a girl, my friend was sure to inform me, "She has no interest in you whatsoever. NONE WHATSOEVER".
Lesson learned, life!
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it doesn't, i'm sorry to hear that it happened.
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Don't be. Despite my bitter sounding tone, the entire fiasco has the hallmarks of being a "For the better" type thing for me. I actually feel a lot better about life than I did a year ago.
On a less intimate note, over the weekend my body has acquired a collection of burns, scars, cuts and bruises that are making my morning shower into 5-10 minutes of hell.
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Dare we ask how these were obtained?
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On Saturday a bunch of friends and I went out to the lake, and once there we rented a canoe and found a little isolated rock to spend the day on. Because I'm a ponce, I put no sunscreen on. That accounts for the burns. Also while wondering around I managed to ram into a branch which put a long scar down my left arm.
Yesterday I had to go to the library to print out tickets to the Gogol Bordello concert. While running back to the car, I jumped over a wall and managed to lose my balance, toppling head over feet across the concrete, giving me a rather large scar on my palm.
As for the rest of the various cuts and bruises on my knees, fingers and foot, I have no idea! Presumably I got them while climbing rocks on Saturday, but you never know!
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I suggest figuring out why this makes you sad as hell and figuring out what should be done about this
how comprehensive an answer to this do you want?
Damn you tell me
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Woah now you are going/went to a Gogol Bordello concert you are not allowed to post in this thread. :rage:
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just had the worst panic attack in over a year
squizzle helped talk me calm again
thanks man
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Classic wolf behavior. Guild
[spoiler]<3[/spoiler]
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Damn you tell me
SHORT ANSWER: I don't have any kind of good excuse to keep on keeping on -- i'm almost 30 and i've completely wasted my life and the goodwill of all my friends on Earth.
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Damn you tell me
SHORT ANSWER: I don't have any kind of good excuse to keep on keeping on -- i'm almost 30 and i've completely wasted my life and the goodwill of all my friends on Earth.
Wish I had a good answer for you.
I'm in the same boat and I'm over 30 to boot.
So uh... :hi5: accomplishment buddy!
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At the risk of making this another suicide thread, I've been rattling this around in my head for a while and I think you should hear it:
In my life I've thought about this many times, and I think I finally came up with an irrefutable argument for life:
You're going to die anyway. It's eventually just going to happen, and when it does, you can't make it unhappen.
So from a standpoint of opportunity, there's no real good reason not to use what time you have in whatever goddam way you feel like until nature kindly cashes your check for you. Even if you do fail at everything from now until the point of death, being absolutely isolated and alone and useless the entire time, you've suffered a net loss of zero. Pain doesn't carry over, or if it does it can't amount to more than the regret of pissing on your only shot at doing anything.
So what the fuck ever, man. I wouldn't mind bugging out of this shithole either, but I don't think it matters whether I do it now or after I catch AIDS from a sharp-edged parking meter and choke on my own pancreas. Use this time, see the sights, get laid, yell at people, eat way too many Chicken McNuggets, write some shitty little indie games and be ready with your hat on when that train does come. Even if you don't accomplish a single one of those except eating too many Chicken McNuggets, you'll have come a lot damn closer than a corpse has ever done.
Except Dracula.
Fuck that guy.
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Brentai could you make that into an indie game for me?
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What, fucking Dracula? It's been done, man. It has been done.
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I Wanna Be the Guy - Death By Cutscene (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3uj5dBE6Yc#)
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So, I injured myself the day after my birthday and am now sporting multiple fucked up ribs and the worst pain ever. I went to the doctor and he was like, "Try to ignore it, eventually it'll feel better. Ribs take a while to heal."
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The best part about broken ribs is that it makes BREATHING painful.
Not to mention actions that demand sharp or deep breathing patterns. Wanna hear something HI-LARIOUS?
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Yeeeaaaah I've broken ribs on several occasions. They are pretty much the only bones I break.
I broke three ribs by COUGHING. Boy that was the most fun I've ever had.
I begged the doctor for death. He asked if I wanted pain pills. I told them to load them into a gun and shoot me.
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Yes but Lottel, don't your ribs form a gibbet around your vital organs already?
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Doesn't everyone's?
That's kind of what ribs do.
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Ok, ok. Yours are more like an Iron Maiden.
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(http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/bill-and-ted-excellent-adventure-movie-image-alex-winter-keanu-reeves-01.jpg)
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I used to come here to be depressed, but now I come here to make myself feel less crappy about my stupid money problems, because I totally don't have it as bad as you guys.
Still doesn't really make it any less annoying though. I'm in a bit of debt, going back on welfare, and i'm broke, but at least I don't have broken ribs! Hope you feel better soon, Mali!
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So, let me get this straight: because HTC made a shoddy product(the Evo) and Sprint sold me this shoddy product, and because I didn't pay for
protection money cellphone insurance(Cellphone insurance? Really? What a ridiculous concept), when said phone breaks, I'm supposed to pay for the privilege of having it repaired, even though it's still under warranty? No thank you. I'll be cancelling my service with Sprint as soon as I can get to a phone that works, and I will NOT be getting another cellphone, with Sprint or any other provider. I'll get a house phone, as soon as I can afford it. Fuck cellphones.
Oh, and if anyone wants to buy my used, slightly broken Evo, I'll sell it to you cheap. The power button doesn't work, which you can get around with apps, but because of the power button issue, any time I try to turn it off, it just turns itself back on. This becomes a problem when the battery is completely dead, and it can't charge at all because it keeps trying to turn on, thus cutting off the charge, and preventing it from even turning on. This is the issue that necessitated the repair, and caused me to finally swear off cellphones for good.
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I will say that swearing off all cellphones because of sprint is like swearing off all candy because you don't like black licorice.
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Sprint, AT&T, and Verizon are my only options in this area. I've had problems with all three of them.
Anyway, it's more like swearing off muggers because they all keep stabbing you every time they rob you.
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Also, the muggers are giving you cancer.
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I will say that swearing off all cellphones because of sprint is like swearing off all candy because you don't like Thrills.
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So, I'm not sure how many people know this, but I'm in the Army Reserve. I was supposed to have a three day drill last weekend, but at the last minute, they pushed it back. So instead of getting a $300 or so check this coming Monday, I won't get any money at all until I get my GI Bill check on the 5th. As a result, I have no gas in my car, no money to pay for gas, and two more weeks left of school, with no idea how I'm going to get to campus. I do have a bicycle, but campus is over an hour away by bike, and there are only bike trails for about half of that.
TL;DR: Being poor sucks.
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You on the old chapter 30 GI Bill? I'm on Chapter 33, the Post-9/11 GI bill. My check comes in on the 1st of the month like clockwork.
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Yeah, I'm on Chapter 30.
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Pshhh road biking for an hour there and back for a week isn't all that bad. Least the weather's somewhat decent now.
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Man, how many people on this forum are vets anyway?!
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it seems very likely that someone i know is a rapist, though i am not sure who.
i always have known in the core of my self-image what i would do if someone hurt my sister, and it's not a pretty picture.
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That post demands elaboration
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Really don't think it does.
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Really don't think it does.
I'm with you on that.
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Good luck in court if your sister decides to press charges. Please also note that I have an unacceptable amount of free time at this time and would be happy to visit you for a while.
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My 360 red ringed 9 days before the 3 year warranty expired on it.
So still free repair but uuuuuugh red ring.
Also apparently if they send me a slim they will send a 4gb hard drive with it and my current hdd is a 120 so i hope they send winzip???????????????????????????????????????
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Good thing the PS3 is so reliable.
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Yeah I'm pondering just hooking up my Wii and riding out the rest of this generation on pokemon, mario, and Steam.
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I'm living back in 1998 over here.
*McDohl plays solo Phantasy Star Online for Gamecube while sobbing uncontrollably.
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Spud's Emporium of Comics and Games closed down recently. Just found out today.
Spud's made me who I am. They were the best comic shop I went to for the first 19 years of my life. And I worked there a few years back. Great guys. Helpful, not condescending like a lot of other shops. Unfortunately when I worked there there was a lot of flooding. Some merch was damaged and the downtown area died out completely. Apparently they struggled for a while and then gave up. Spud retired and just goes to the conventions now.
It's silly, but man does this bum me out. This building played one of the biggest roles in my life. And poof. Now it's gone.
Edit: This also means only 2 of the places I've worked at are still standing. And that's counting the one I'm working at now, which will be shutting down and moving in a month. I'm beginning to think I'm bad luck for businesses.
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For a long while, every place I'd ever worked at had closed under ugly circumstances (In fact, the owners of the first business I ever worked at fled the country!). It was a running gag of mine that I'd bankrupted my employers through ridiculous schemes that went awry.
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I almost lost my uncle due to the Veterans Hospital saying oh nothings wrong, when in fact he was anemic. If he waited to go one day more he would be gone.
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hey guys what's up in this thread
R^2 Okay so.
R^2 I have one quarter left to go before I graduate.
R^2 I can't register for classes next quarter because I have a financial hold on my account to the tune of $2000.
R^2 I have this hold because they think I need twelve more credit hours -- two quarters left -- to graduate, and are charging me fees and tuition for that time as part of my overall financial plan.
R^2 They think this because the transcript sent by Atlanta when I moved here was sent before the grades from Winter 2011 were in, so I have twelve credit-hours labeled as "in progress", rather than a completed letter grade.
R^2 I can get rid of this hold with a transcript from AI Atlanta, which shows that, hey, I actually got As in those three classes already and don't need to take them here.
R^2 That would mean I owe no money to the Nashville campus.
R^2 So I went to Atlanta to get a transcript. They faxed one in, so everyone here totally knows I passed those classes, but they need a mailed version to be Official-with-a-capital-O.
R^2 Atlanta will not mail a transcript, because I have a financial hold there.
CnC How is that possible?
R^2 I was told that the outstanding balance I had in Atlanta would be folded into my financial plan in Nashville. This did not -- perhaps cannot -- happen.
CnC >_<
R^2 So I have to figure out how to pay AI Atlanta nearly $4000 before they will mail a transcript that will release my hold here that will allow me to register that will allow me to take my last two classes that will allow me to graduate.
R^2 Ta-da!
CnC is frustrated on your behalf
CnC Wouldn't that $4000 be paid for by your financial aid?
R^2 That is $4000 not covered by loans or financial aid, AKA Why I Was Making Monthly Payments.
R^2 Now known as Why Should I Still Make Monthly Payments When A Whole Goddamn Year of Schooling Isn't Happening Now
CnC Why can't this get rolled in at AI Nashville? Because they won't file the paperwork?
R^2 I think it's just not something they do. Despite being owned by the same company they have different financial aid departments. I like to think there's a sort of barely-hidden rivalry simmering between campuses, so they kind of hate to talk to each other, but that might just be my imagination.
CnC But they told you they could at first, right?
CnC Who told you this? Atlanta?
R^2 Some faceless drone at the Atlanta campus. Don't remember who, of course.
CnC Did you tell whoever you talked to that someone told you this?
R^2 It's easier for the people I'm talking to to believe I'm either lying to cover my ass, or that there are incompetent faceless drones in Atlanta, than to change policy.
CnC So what are your options?
R^2 I don't know yet. I have a meeting with the head of financial aid here tomorrow morning.
R^2 But it might involve "take a quarter off for the summer and work my ass off to come up with $4000". Which leads me back to looking for work. :F
R^2 In fact this is such a succinct summary I think I may well post it in the forums.
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That's our R^2
:(
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dude your luck is as bad as mine, i feel for ya
well, i've had a good streak lately
we can't talk about that here, though
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R^2, I was hoping that your lack of posts in this thread was due to stuff finally going your way, not because the universe was squeezing off a particularly large turd to drop on you.
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Did I say $4000?
I meant $6000.
That I need to come up with in the next
oh
five weeks. :/
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I broke 3 ribs like 2.5 -3 weeks ago, I was doing fine until I tripped last night and landed on them again. Back to terrible pain and being unable to bend/twist.
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A bird just pooped on my head.
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So periodically, the registrar at school will come to classes and hand out orange sheets with a list of the holds a student has on their accounts. You must drop what you are doing immediately and handle it, lecture topic or, you know, having food on the heat be damned.
Yesterday I had to leave class because of two financial holds and an accounting hold. So after spending twenty minutes explaining what the fuck is going on and that no, I can't handle it right now, I'm waiting to hear back from the department head, I get my form signed and go back to class.
Today I got another sheet in my European cooking class. Only this one was one financial hold, one accounting hold, and one registrar hold. Pretty sure they're making shit up just to fuck with me now.
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The last part of one of my classes is the Final Practical. It is called that because it is the last cooking exam I have to take in order to get my chef certification.
Just found out I'm not on the schedule to do it.
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About a week ago we took our cat to the vet for a yearly checkup. Hes kind of old, and the vet basically said he could easily live several more years, but he could also easily die any day (some days he is really messed up). Then today our other, younger cat vanished. I have been looking for her basically since I got home from school today.
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My cat isn't just missing, she was mauled by groundhogs. What the fuck.
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On top of everything, including some medical issues, I got beat up in a bar by a drunk girl.
While my friends egged her on.
To the point I almost blacked out.
This is the yandere chick
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Lottel is the R^2 to my love life.
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... The mechanics of your life are confusing.
It's tough being a gentleman isn't it?
My cat isn't just missing, she was mauled by groundhogs. What the fuck.
They hunt in packs. But instead of feeding on meat, they feed on terror, so your cat was likely never in mortal danger.
I hope your cat gets better and doesn't have any disease complications.
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On top of everything, including some medical issues, I got beat up in a bar by a drunk girl.
While my friends egged her on.
To the point I almost blacked out.
This is the yandere chick
This is a sign, Lottel. You need to find Gina Carano and marry her.
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It's okay Lottel as long as you don't get the bad end I think everything will turn out okay in the end.
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Not sure if this is coincidence, but the day the PSN comes back up the gmail account I had tied to it got hacked. If anyone I have as an email contact gets a email from joxam1@gmail.com and its dated within the last week, don't open it. This actually probably has more to do with me letting my sister use my Hulu Plus account than the PSN thing.
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I just got back from the doctor.
Guess who has two thumbs and has to schedule a head MRI?
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Constantine?
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At least you have both thumbs.
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No R^2, you're not supposed to be giving them THAT kind of luck!
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Had an episode at 6 something. 3 minutes later a full Peewee team of 40 walked in.
Pretty much hell. By the end of it I had to hold myself up to stand and have the 13 year old do the bills.
Wooooooooo.
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If it's OK with you, I'm going to worry about this a little. Is that OK?
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Never!
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How about if we ambush you, throw you into the back of a car, and take you to the fucking doctor, how about that?
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I've been to the doctor twice this week! I'm waiting for results!
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Can we kidnap you anyway?
You know, just so you can keep up appearances.
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To add insult to injury, they changed my MRI from late afternoon Monday to 7 am Tuesday.
7 am.
That's my bed time.
Fake edit: done complaining about this now. From now on I'll complain about OTHER things.
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Either I have tinnitus in my left ear or there's some lowgrade environmental background noise that I'm too deaf in my right ear to pick up.
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Both are pretty common and if you enjoy listening to music at over 7 or 8 Bels you've probably been steadily losing your high range hearing most of your life. It's no fun, certainly, but probably as inevitable as going grey.
Are you afraid that the tinnitus is a complication of something else?
I've been hearing various electric hums for so long I get nervous when the constant squeal of my safety net goes silent and isn't just drowned out by other distraction.
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The high-pitched humming is a lot better than the drumming you get if you start to think about it too much.
So I suggest not doing that.
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If you're hearing a faint, high-pitched whine from various electronics, especially LEDs, then your hearing is actually well above the standard. It means your audible frequency range is in that of a pre-teenager's (this is good).
If you're just hearing a high-pitched whine from no discernible source then you might want to have that checked.
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My hearing is shot, not just from music, but motorbike rides with high wind noise and (most importantly) several years of factory work in INCREDIBLY LOUD places.
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I thought you were just being grandiloquent with your booming voice and sweeping gestures.
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Sometimes I hear a high pitched whining from my computer, but it turns out to just be more posts on the boards.
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The post literally 40 minutes in the making!
[22:26] Popoie You ever have a good joke
[22:26] Popoie But you're stuck on what the punchline should be
[22:26] Esperath no, because then you don't have a good joke
[22:35] Popoie The joke is "I hear a high pitched whine whenever I come to these forums, but that usually means a post by"
[22:35] Popoie And I don't know who to put there
[22:47] Stush Joke construction kit: Lyrai Edition
[23:04] Popoie Brentai
[23:04] Popoie re: Shit Days thread
[23:04] Popoie "I hear a high pitched whine whenever I come to these forums, but that usually means a post by ____"
[23:04] Popoie Complete the line to make it funny
[23:04] Brentai Demosprite
[23:04] Brentai Fuck that guy.
[23:04] Popoie ; - ;
[23:05] Popoie I was going to go Thad
[23:05] Popoie But Thad generally just posts a lot about shit few people care about
[23:05] Popoie Not out and out whining
[23:05] Brentai Just say Brentai.
[23:06] Brentai I promise I won't punch you.
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I was there for whinejokegate!
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I wasn't!
We're both...
WINNERS!
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Hey guys... What if Lottel is dead?
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He was on Twitter an hour ago. Seems pretty unlikely that he would die and you'd immediately post about it on the Brontoforums.
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UNLESS YOU KILLED HIM.
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The high-pitched humming is a lot better than the drumming you get if you start to think about it too much.
So I suggest not doing that.
Doctor Who Unreleased Music: The Sound of Drums (Cleaned) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsFFPMhBCYA#)
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He was on Twitter an hour ago. Seems pretty unlikely that he would die and you'd immediately post about it on the Brontoforums.
Yeah. He's very much alive. I was bored though...and dead Lottel is an interesting thought. Sad, but interesting.
Any theories about what is wrong with him, medically?
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Hey now. Shoo off to the LotR debate or something.
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Any theories about what is wrong with him, medically?
Just guessing here, but it could be the giant divot in his chest.
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I'm crossing my fingers that he grows a second heart and has two sets of vital organs in two bony semi-chambers.
And then he becomes a Time Lord and hangs around with British dullards!
Also, we don't need theories because he's told us directly and we wouldn't construct theories because it's Lottel's prerogative to tell us about what baffling-but-ultimately-harmless diseases, magical curses, and weird possibly extraterrestrial girlfriends he has.
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I went on a date with ONE alien. ONE.
But can I just say that it was worth it to say "Your ass is out of this world."
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The noise hasn't gone away in two days, so it's tinnitus. It sounds like a television test pattern, but is quiet enough that I only notice it when it's quiet around me -- it's not to the point where it drowns out anything else yet.
Fun fact: I tend to listen to television and music so low that other people are constantly asking if I can actually hear it like that, so it's not from blasting my eardrums for years.
Funner fact: At least three of my four grandparents died stone deaf, and both of my parents are halfway there already. So I probably should have gone ahead and cranked up my music, since my hearing was destined to go anyway.
Kind of like how I should have been more adventurous in general since my body is self-destructing before I'm 30 and I'm flat-ass broke all the time regardless.
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That's how I feel! We should team up, R^2.
Team up and just be full time adventurers.
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The nice thing about Tinnitus is eventually you stop noticing it.
The bad thing about Tinnitus is the times you don't. Which is when you realize it will never actually stop.
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Isn't there any way to treat it, like trepanation or something?
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You can always play white noise wherever you go.
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Isn't there any way to treat it
(http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/25029/Shriek.jpg)
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Best. Image response. Ever.
Uh.
I'm starting to wake up panicked and delirious at random times. Between missing teeth, allergies, heartache, stress, joblessness, brokeness and depression, I'm running out of that boundless wellspring of optimism I've previously had. I wonder what will be fueling me after it's gone. Hopefully not cynicism, but that might be better than nothing which is what I'm more afraid of. I'm seriously close to some kind of breakdown, I think, and my girlfriend is unequipped to help me with it... nor should I, in good conscience, burden her with helping me further than she already has, financially OR emotionally. I've managed to pay rent every month up till now with help from my Grandpa, but his wife is telling him to stop supporting me from afar.
Suffice to say, I'm in this here shit days club pretty deep at this point. I've considered and discarded the idea of doing something illegal or otherwise desperate to get some money. In the past, crime wasn't as irresponsible a choice to make as it was only my own worthless life in question, but now I have someone in my life whom I care about enough to avoid that kind of lifestyle.
Which leaves me with nothing but desperation.
To make it all worse, all I see around me is loved ones dying, losing their hearing, hair, in the hospital, out of work, depressed, with child and loveless, homeless, loveless, penniless and generally miserable.
Since we are all riding the ship of the damned, I propose trying something desperate. (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=5852.msg192458#msg192458)
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It's only this thread where all the bad things are happening. You should hang out with some of the guys in the Good Times thread, they're having great luck.
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yeah well FUCK those guys!!!1
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Van's in the shop again. Good thing I moved to a town with a robust mass transi :lol:
A reliable mass tr :lol:
A :lol:
okay, I can't even say it with a straight face.
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I picked up a virus on my USB drive at school and spread it to my computer at home. But it's not like I have a big project due in two days and three papers to write or anything. I can totally wait for this to get back up and running.
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Alarm clock didn't go off this morning, either. Stuff I Own Doing What It's Designed To Do is running 0 for 4. (I had to type this twice because my phone bricked.)
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...holy dickballs, R^2. QUIT IT.
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I don't think he can. R^2's mutant power makes him a sponge for bad luck. He's the anti-Domino.
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Oh yeah. The hilarious part of my van breaking down is that, having just posted about the newly-discovered ringing in my ears, I got in my van and put in a CD to listen to. After a few moments, I said "What the hell" and cranked the volume up.
Not ten minutes later the CD player stopped working. The next day, the Service Engine light comes on. whee.
Anyway. The work on my van to get it running like it should be comes to $700. So I'll be running it exactly like it is for a while, until it explodes or I win the goddamn lottery or something. My phone crashed in the middle of the call telling me this.
Also my partner for the final project in one of my classes just dropped out. For completely justifiable reasons, but now I'm back to square one with a new guy.
So. I'm off to work on that project I mentioned I couldn't work on last night, that's due tomorrow. I SURE HOPE NOTHING BAD HAPPENS
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(http://i.imgur.com/eZx7b.jpg)
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Damn R^2, when it rains it floods the city and takes years to rebuild, doesn't it?
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Dear Canada Post:
(http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f84/godlynickl/video%20game/sonic-foot-aim.gif)
Hurry up and get your strike over. I want my mail.
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I uh, don't think they're officially on strike yet. Just that they've put out a warning that they could.
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I've been convinced my machine is host to some number of trojan(s) greater than zero. I've been wrestling with my machine to try and ascertain if it's just a particularly hard to clean bug, or if I'm actually watching my computer's security features defeat themselves.
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Confirmed: People don't actually like honesty.
Done with that shit.
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Hrm. People like the idea of Honesty. However they are often at odds with the truth. Also it is sometimes impossible to make the truth palatable.
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So apparently one of my housemates didn't pay rent for last month (although how the landlord just didn't say anything until June is a little baffling). Tried to call him to see what was up and whether the check just got lost or anything and his phone is disconnected! This strikes me as a problem that could've been mitigated by using "communication" like an "adult."
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I uh, don't think they're officially on strike yet. Just that they've put out a warning that they could.
They are now!
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Yeah... with possibly the lamest strike plan ever. One city per day? So today it was Winnipeg, and on Monday it's Hamilton.
I don't think they're gonna do so hot. The feds won't give them much sympathy (Harper + Conservative party + deficit fight = HAHAHA GOOD FUCKING LUCK) and if they go full strike, they'll get legislated back right away. But this wimpy strike means nobody really takes much notice.
So uh, I predict no one will care and then they'll be legislated back to work anyway.
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I finally convinced my mother to apply for food stamps, because we're eligible according to the website. She got as far as the "choose a password for your account" screen before she got frustrated and stormed out of the room. Sigh.
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That cat (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=53.msg171984#msg171984) we'd adopted from the raccoon family (who after several months completely accepted us and became a regular old kitty) was hit by a car today.
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That cat (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=53.msg171984#msg171984) we'd adopted from the raccoon family (who after several months completely accepted us and became a regular old kitty) was hit by a car today.
;______________;
Sorry man.
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"Hi, my name is Richard Rouse, I was referred to you by <whatever>, I'm calling about the position of line co--"
Bzzzt. Ffssssh. Line cut.
My phone has crashed in the middle of a call again, unable to take the stress of sending and receiving data despite said exercises being its entire purpose. This has interrupted calls regarding employment no fewer than seven times.
This week.
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I'm in an alien house surrounded by hostility. I have no idea if I can even get home, or what my family will say if I do. I might literally be a hobo and I just don't know it yet.
Today, I hate my life.
* Get ready love will leave you cryin'
It's gonna hurt you til you heart is dyin'
Can't escape it ain't no use in tryin'
No exception, love will leave you crying too
Till you're a broken man, poor you
The day you see her, a lovely stranger
You only pray that soon you'll know her name
You finally touch her then you're in danger
It won't be long before you feel the pain
'Cause your emotions will overtake you
You'll look for heaven in her big brown eyes
But she's no angel and she'll forsake you
That shouldn't come as any great suprise
Passion isn't really happiness
There is trouble in her sweet caress
Lost in confusion
You'll drown in delusion
If you don't run
* (repeat)
You think you're macho, a real soldier
But you've never seen this women smile
You can't resist her, You can't control her
Soon you'll be helpless as a little child
You'll feel so foolish, but just remember
There is no man who wouldn't be her slave
She's hot as fire, cold as December
Her kiss will drive you to an early grave
Every time you try to run away
Your desires are gonna make you stay
Still in her power weaker by the hour
Why even fight
* (repeat)
Passion isn't really happiness
There is trouble in her swet caress
Lost in confusion
You'll drown in delusion
If you don't run
* (repeat)
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Guild, I can't say much other than to say I've actually been in that position before (in my case it was the girl's parent;s house no less).
Alls I know is that that's a bad bad BAD place to be.
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I woke up at midnight shivering so much my teeth chattered. My fever broke at 4:00AM. Clearly I'm getting sick juuust long enough to interfere with my final exams now.
(I suspect I know the cause of this, and it's not a pathogen. And if I'm right, I'll need a series of hospital visits to fix it. Did I mention I'm not eligible for Medicare or the local flavor of Medicaid?)
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Doctor called earlier today. He was talking about my head over lunch with a colleague. Colleague had an idea so we are going to run another test. Doctor said that it doesn't fit perfectly, but I'm so atypical it couldn't hurt to check. Then he asked a few questions about my heart, off the record. Just for shits and giggle.
PET PEEVE: STOP CALLING MY MEDICAL CONDITIONS FASCINATING.
And now we start what I like to call my "Magical Medical Tour" in which I'll be rushed around in a flurry of doctors each with an idea of what's wrong and how to fix it. Same thing happened with my heart. Here we are, six years later, and they don't know what's wrong but they know the symptoms aren't killing me. At least not in an obvious way.
I suspect, though, that if they don't know what's up in a few more months, I'm going doctor hunting. And not in the "looking for a new doctor" way.
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"Mr. Lottel we have good news! They're naming a disease after you."
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I guess I'd be a bit pissed about being treated as a "case," rather than an individual. But right now, I'm taking my victories where I can get them.
Be proud you fascinating freak, you!
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I never can have the sniffles, or just a headache. Nooooooo...
I have to have mini-seizures or a superheart or possible tumors or something.
But they are always excited to see me. To study.
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For science.
You monster.
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See Lottel, thing is, you could have R^2's problem.
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That's cheating, Mongrel.
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Incidentally, my victories here are not cheating and not being a freak. Thank you.
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"Hi, my name is Richard Rouse, I was referred to you by <whatever>, I'm calling about the position of line co--"
Bzzzt. Ffssssh. Line cut.
My phone has crashed in the middle of a call again, unable to take the stress of sending and receiving data despite said exercises being its entire purpose. This has interrupted calls regarding employment no fewer than seven times.
This week.
I just got what was probably the most awkward voicemail from one of these seven, amounting to "Um, hi, you called me earlier this week. I didn't get your name and your call cut off, but you did mention <reference name>, so, uh, give me a call and we'll talk."
So don't let anyone tell you it's personal skill or whatever that gets you job leads. It's always, exclusively, who you know.
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Not really, but congratulations all the same.
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Most of the jobs i've ever gotten have been because of someone else, And i've applied for thousands by myself.
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I wouldn't say it's always true, but it's still more true than not.
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Plan in February: Switch phone service providers, get new phone once I'm in Nashville. Plan in March: endure until June to avoid break-contract fees. Plan now: can't afford to pay my bill anyway, so just let the service cut off.
Naturally, my phone crashed while typing this the first time.
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I just got a job at Burger King.
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At least you have a job, guild! Save that money up! So you can work on getting a better one.
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I am in Tennessee
in June
during a heatwave
in an apartment with shoddy air conditioning
in bed
under two blankets
fully clothed
shivering.
I need a doctor.
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Stush, here's the problem: I have been here for two and a half months stressing over money and getting on a first-name basis with every hiring manager in four blocks walking distance. My stress finally got so bad that the girl I moved here to be with broke up with me for being an asshole (to be fair, I'm an asshole). So now that we are broken up, I'm desperately trying to get back home because I'm living on her couch and nobody in this house wants me around.
Then Burger King calls and now I have a job. Which I am going to quit soon to go back to California. So I get to feel like a total jerk for however many days EVERYwhere I am at all times, because after begging this lady for a job I'm going to stiff her on my help and make her do a shit load of paperwork and training for nothing, and even though I've paid rent the girl's roommate hates the fact that I'm in his goddamn living room all day. A situation we both dislike intensely. And he's a raging jerk. And I'm single. And yeah.
R^2, at least your problems aren't your own fault? GET WELL!
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Woke up from the first good dream I've had since... January and noticed something was off.
Yup. I was spitting up blood. I have no cuts or anything and my lungs are fine. I feel fine, too.
Just one of those things I guess.
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...have you tried an exorcism?
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Guild did you ever consider asking for help instead of coming up with some roundabout plan that involves you feeling like shit?
I suggest staying in the state you're in though, because whatever problems you have right now they're not going to be any better over here. Case in point, you're actually saving up money to do something over there with a minimum wage job, rather than covering maybe like half your rent.
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Guild did you ever consider asking for help instead of coming up with some roundabout plan that involves you feeling like shit?
No.
I'd stay here, but there's nothing for me here. I have family in California and a couch I can crash on, and plus this way I can hopefully re-enroll in college and complete my bachelor's degree.
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I am in Tennessee
in June
during a heatwave
in an apartment with shoddy air conditioning
in bed
under two blankets
fully clothed
shivering.
I need a doctor.
Your 1000th post was....things going wrong for you.
I wish we could help more R2
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I wish we could help more R2
Ahem. (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=5852.0)
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:facepalm:
Actual, immediate help.
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Yep. I moved here and had a job for about six weeks before I just wasn't needed there anymore and things went back pretty much to the way they were before.
I have no idea what I'm going to do now.
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keep on chunderin'
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A/C died, it's now pushing 90 in my apartment. I was supposed to cook for my girlfriend this evening.
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Now, you can cook WITH your girlfriend!
Get it
Because it's hot
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Or maybe not. Shortly after posting this and calling maintenance, the vents started blowing cold air again. Maybe it just needed like an hour of warming up?
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Or maybe so! Now it's gone back to blowing luke-warm air again.
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Try setting the temperature on it a little higher. A couple apartments back, in the summer it would get 100ish, and my window-mounted AC couldn't keep up with that. If I set it to 70, it could keep the apartment 80ish, but if I set it to 60, it'd choke and not cool things at all.
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How to troubleshoot any electronic device, by Guildenstern.
1) Is it working properly?
If yes, go to 2.
If no, go to 3.
2) You're done.
3) Is part of it working?
If yes, unplug it and wait for all the capacitors to discharge. This can take anywhere from two seconds to a full minute in most cases. Go to 4.
If no, check the power supply. Did you blow a fuse on that home run? You can check by plugging something else into the wall. Go to 4.
4) Now that the power is assured to be working and the capacitors are discharged AND the device is unplugged, can you open the casing?
If yes, go to 5.
If no, go to 6.
5) Look at all the electrical components. They look like the intro to 80's movies, where the camera zooms into a computer. Are any of those little doohickeys burned looking?
If yes, go to 7.
If no, go to 8.
6) It's not necessarily broken. It is possibly overheated and needs to be given a rest. Do not slam or hit it yet. That doesn't work as often as it hurts the device. You might want to check the company's website to see if it is a common problem by contacting their customer support. Is it now working?
If yes, go to 2.
If no, go to 9.
7) Throw it away or find someone who can perform micro soldering and identify the part, and have them replace it.
8) There may be a loose component. Are any of the wires going into and out of all the little doohickeys broken?
If yes, go to 7.
If no, go to 9.
9) Hit it. Did that help?
If yes, go to 2.
If no, go to 9.
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Troubleshooting any air conditioning system by Beat Bandit:
Clean / replace filter.
- Still not working?
*call someone, you are helpless.
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So, uh... I just got back from the neurologist. He looked over my test results and said they didn't show anything. He then turned to me, shrugged, and said "Well, I guess if anything gets worse you can come back and try again..."
"What?"
He looked to the other doctor. "Do you have anything."
"Nope." He turned back to me.
"Yeah... So... I guess just try to deal with it. If anything gets worse, give me a call."
"That's it?"
He shrugged again.
"Maybe it'll go away on it's own?"
"It's been six months already."
"So maybe it's almost done?"
"Ooooookay..."
"Bye then. Good luck!"
EDIT: AND WHY THE HELL DID THEY WEIGH ME BEFORE DISCUSSING THE TESTING RESULTS?!
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"If you have no idea what's wrong now, why should I come back here[\I] if things get worse?"
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So, uh... I just got back from the neurologist. He looked over my test results and said they didn't show anything. He then turned to me, shrugged, and said "Well, I guess if anything gets worse you can come back and try again..."
"What?"
He looked to the other doctor. "Do you have anything."
"Nope." He turned back to me.
"Yeah... So... I guess just try to...
:deal:
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I unfortunately also have first-hand experience with that sort of reaction from doctors, so I know how frustrating it can be. They even have a nice little adjective for these types of cases that sounds silly enough to make it difficult to tell the medically unsavvy about it: idiopathic (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idiopathic). I don't even tell people I have idiopathic hypersomnia anymore, they just think it sounds made-up.
"So you sleep too much...?"
"And they don't know why."
"Hey, that sounds like a sweet problem. I don't get enough sleep, can you loan me some?"
Yeah, that line wasn't funny the first time I heard it thirteen years ago, chucklenuts. :humpf:
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At first glance, hypersomnia seems like a way huger impediment than insomnia.
But I'm so far away from either I don't have much room to talk.
Also please don't die R^2.
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The thing is, as far as I've gathered, hypersomnia is usually pretty bad, but I hear most people who have it to some degree can be awoken by external means even though their inner physiological mechanisms won't do the job. In a way, mild hypersomnia is much better to have than mild insomnia, because the cure for the former is basically an alarm clock and some coffee, and while one may need more sleep, one might still manage the timing of it. Which is why you don't typically hear much about the ailment in general.
Of course, non-mild hypersomnia is no joke, especially once you you start talking about narcolepsy (which is its own flavor of nasty) or whatever it is that I have.
That said, if I had insomnia to the degree that I have hypersomnia, I probably would be dead or crazy by now, because there's a point where sleep deprivation kills you. So I count my blessings.
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Also please don't die R^2.
I'll do my beHHRRRK
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idiopathic is a nifty word and I'll use it but... They don't even know what to call my collection of headache, dizziness, and confusion. Headache singular. It's the same one for a few months now.Wake up with it, go to bed with it, and even with medicine it never goes away, not really. I've taken to calling it "BWOG." Because when I have an "episode" as the doctors call it, I can pretty much hear "BWOG" nonstop.
Not entirely sure which is worse anymore. Random bouts of time when I just can't think and am just kind of losing time, random bouts of time when I can think but it's a struggle to even pick out words, or constant pain.
Thinking about it, maybe it's "Deal with it."
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Is your brain screwed in too tight?
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I doubt it. According to my family, I have a couple screws loose!
Hyuk hyuk hyuk.
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I dunno, Lottel. Maybe it's time to look into alternate medicine. Get your meridians tested or detox or something.
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Hey Lottel,
Starr wanted me to ask: "Have they done a tilt-table test on you? If so, what happened?"
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I assume that's where they tilt the tablet to make you dizzy? No. But they made me dance around and stuff to get me to be dizzy. I was A-Ok. Even the laser dot eye test thingy didn't make me dizzy. I'm awesome.
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Well then. Okay.
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(http://bored-bored.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/dr-house-caricature.jpg)
"I have no fucking idea."
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I dunno, Lottel. Maybe it's time to look into alternate medicine. Get your meridians tested or detox or something.
Maybe wish on a unicorn's tear that it goes away.
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have you checked your thetan levels lately?
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I asked about those after asking about my midichlorians and before yeerks. Doctor #1 stared. Doctor #2 stifled a giggle.
EDIT: That was appointment one stuff. Meet each doctor with a dangerous medical anomaly and a joke, mum always said.
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The eligible income for a two-person household to collect food stamps is about $1600 a month. My mother pulls less than that in social security, while I of course remain unemployed.
But we're not eligible, see, because a two-person household only counts if one is a dependent of the other, and as an adult, I don't count towards the total household number.
So I'm going to go apply for myself, since I make about $800 less than the about-$800 income limit on single-person households. She's not my dependent, so she shouldn't count either, right? Right?
[spoiler](Coming next week: the reason I'm not eligible to collect on my own.)[/spoiler]
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I don't know how it works in your state, but in California, you have to be employed AND be earning under a certain amount to be eligible for food stamps. For students, the same applies, but you need fewer hours of work per week.
...I wonder if having an unpaid internship counts as being employed? I'll likely be doing that by the end of the year and it would be great to have to spend less of my student loans on food.
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Today I found out that I won't be moving into my new place when I thought I'd be because the HOA fucked up some of their own paperwork, and that my company slashed the fuck out of my bonus and raise because it took so long to move me out of a contract position. Less a Shit Day than a Letdown Day but we don't have a topic for that.
Had to cancel a credit card too, I guess that counts?
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My first girlfriend just left me for another guy. All I can think about is all the times we got coffee together and how inseparable we were, and how that feeling is now gone. I guess it's just part of growing up, but god damn it hurts.
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I am glad I am about 7 years older than you and no longer have to deal with that kind of juvenile crap.
I'm sad that my 6th steady girlfriend left me for another guy. All i can think about is all the times we got drunk together and how incorrigible we were, and how that feeling never quite changes.
Well, unless you turn into an awful person who just does not give two shits, as I have been described in my worser moments.
EDIT:
In the interest of not being entirely a downer here is an upshot! Although the pain of a relationship failing is generally proportionate to how much you value that relationship as you gain experience and a better sense-of-self, it not only becomes easier to ascertain which relationships are "going somewhere" above and beyond a tryst (letting all(?) parties out with a lot less hurt and a bit more mature understanding), you also have the opportunity to become better at managing and expelling grief.
Of course, that last part depends on other factors. I know a guy who expelled grief orally and violently over the course of about a week of drinking in basically the same way he did a 20 months ago, but it'd be petty for me of all people to begrudge someone unhealthy habits.
EDIT EDIT:
Although those habits may have a fair bit to do with a group of... I guess they might count as "bros"? he hangs out with?
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The main problem is that, not only am I an inexperienced kid out of high school, but I'm one without a group of friends. Various psychological issues have kept me from making any kind of support group, so when something Bad happens I am stuck alone in my room wishing there were people that gave a fuck.
My girlfriend, of course, gave a fuck. And she was the only one that did. And now she's gone. Part of my goals for the relationship was to take the time to grow and mature and whatever, since I had her support to count on. And then during this growth and maturation period I could make friends. I was actually doing a pretty good job, too! But I was not ready for this, and right now I don't know if I can continue to grow as I was or if I'm going to fall apart (falling apart seems pretty likely).
I'd love to drink my problems away, and I've been eyeing the liquor cabinet all day, but I know that I can't do that. The only thing I've got going for me is a little bit of intelligence that I don't want to drink away. Besides, I'd eventually run out of liquor and then nothing will have changed except my dad will be pissed at me for not leaving any. Not to mention I'm underage and everything.
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Yeah. I'm not going to pry, but having friends helps the healing process a lot. Well, at least if they're not assholes.
I also don't recommend "drinking problems away" like most recreational drugs, alcohol builds on brain chemistry as-is. i.e., If your evening itinerary includes being alone in your room and crying, alcohol is just going to make that more nauseating.
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Very little is worse than the feeling of hurt and loss when you get dumped. (And this is me talking.)
Very little helps except the passage of time.
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Well, the bike ate another battery (OM NOM NOM MOAR CANDY) and my father-in-law (who is 76) was ripped off by UPS so they tagged COD brokerage fees on a regular parcel.
There goes another $150 into thin air.
It's not really that shitty at the end of the day (if this thread doesn't provide perspective, nothing will), but I just hate flushing money that is badly needed and gets me absolutely nothing.
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The error message on my phone indicates either it's been cut off for not paying the bill, or the hardware has finally gone completely tits-up. Either one could be the case!
The air mattress I've been sleeping on since I got here is leaking -- hey turns out those things aren't intended for long-term daily use! -- so I slept on a box springs with a quilt on it last night. I wouldn't really recommend it to anyone, especially anyone with joint problems.
In related news, my already-bad knee has been hurting pretty much constantly. Between favoring the bad knee for a week and last night's sleep, now my other knee and both ankles are giving my gyp too.
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Spent 3 days in bed, unable to move.
The suicide prevention hotline just hung up on me after telling me in as condescending a voice as humanly possible that I was being a whiny little kid.
Awesome.
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Do your best to get up and move. Just get some sun and walk someplace familiar for a while. That usually helps me.
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Well I spent 5 days in my room (swallowing sleeping pills like candy) without eating or moving, except for a trip to a friend's house to see him before he left the state forever.
I'm still not hungry, but I can walk around and leave my room. I went to get some starbucks and found that coffee is really fucking delicious even without someone to drink it with. It's also rather expensive when you lack an income.
Today I am going to do yardwork with my mother and then we're going to go see Pirates of the Caribbean, which I was supposed to go see with my ex but that isn't going to happen lol.
Thanks for all the support, guys. I'm finally starting to see the end of this goddamn tunnel.
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I hope you'll be ok.
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I found a couple lumps on our dog, Bear's, throat day before yesterday and we feared the worst, especially considering the lumps were not there a week earlier, and he's been coughing badly all week. He's only 6 1/2 but berners are prone to cancers at about that age, so my mom took him to the animal hospital. The vet ran some tests, and she said it isn't his thyroid (which really would have been the best case scenario), so now Bear is headed in for a biopsy on tuesday. If he does have cancer, it is malignant and there's nothing we can do at this point because apparently it's a horribly aggressive cancer that will probably kill him within days, maybe a couple weeks. I really keep hoping that it's going to turn up nothing and he'll be okay, but realistically, it probably is cancer. If his biopsy comes back saying it's cancer, we'll be putting him down next week I think. It really really sucks.
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I like dogs and I am sorry for and sympathetic to your plight.
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You have my sympathies, LD.
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*hugs Duke* Same thing happened to my puppy. :(
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New Experience!!! I've either broken or severely sprained a toe. It's right at the base of the "digit" so it's close to essential for the task of not walking like a gigantic retard. It also hurts in an unusually painful way when used in any kind of locomotion.
It's also persisting in swelling and turning all kinds of neat bruise-y colors. So that's neat!
The problem here, is that the constant nagging pain has spawned a headache. An ailment awarding less than zero sympathy.
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Wow. Phone company says I owe 'em $405.
That's kind of a lot.
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(... my personal finances are still triple-digits in the red...)
Just got my van diagnosed. Quadruple-digits.
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Welp, my regular internet just turned off. Tomorrow they're going to clear out the furniture, and the next day is when it'll get taken off the lot. I still have at least 5-9 days until I can move into my new digs, assuming something else doesn't get fucked up.
Not the first person you all expected to be posting here about being homeless, was I?
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Brentai I can help you pick out a nice cardboard box to live in if you need me to.
(FYI corrugated cardboard is pretty nice if you can find one big enough to fit in.)
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You wanna get the waxed kind in case it rains.
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Pretty sure any kind of rain they get in LA is going to be the kind which eats straight through steel, but it's the thought that counts.
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If you entered the "When will R^2's van break down again?" pool with "Today", collect your winnings.
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I'm house sitting for my brother, basically baby-sitting his dogs. Anyway, I think one of them is sick because when I woke up this morning there was... there was just so much... dog shit... everywhere...
God.
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I just went into the living room.
It's still there. It's all still there.
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OK, so there's this big pile of crap, right? It's shaped like a giant tank and it's walking around on two legs, goin' on a rampage and stompin' on people and houses and stuff. And this giant turd is carrying the nastiest missiles you ever saw. Like, whenever it launches one of its turd missiles... whatever it hits - people, trees, buildings - turns into shit. My hometown, my old school, my family, my girlfriend, old man John... Everything in that turd's path turned into shit.
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5th of July.
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If it's just the dog bitin' ya I suggest finding a Wendy's. It took me a while but I eventually came to realize that absolutely everything on the menu there has been reformulated to be a hangover cure. Especially now that they've turned the fries into a towering bastion of potato skin and salt.
If it's something else, uh... eating enough Wendy's will probably let you die of a heart attack?
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Hell is being trapped in a small hotel room with three people with bad gas.
And they all snore.
And the person you have to share a bed with apparently has convulsions when they sleep so they hit you every half an hour. Which you know the exact time because of a combination of horrible fart smell and snoring keeping you awake all night.
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Oh and the hotel room apparently has roaches. Which is strange seeing as it's a pretty swanky hotel.
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Are you attending a convention, Lottel?
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Grandma's in the hospital 7 hours from my house.
I'd prefer being at a convention.
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:(
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Don't worry it is apparently like that thing at the end of Hitch where the old lady fakes dying to get her grandchild the hookup.
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Wait, but isn't Lottel already Hitch?
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Loan was expected to close today, so I pinged the bank to ask them what's up. Got a cheery response saying we're in a good position to sign documents
sometime next week.
Hey guys, Wells Fargo is kind of fucking useless for loans. Just wanted you to know that.
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I could have told you that. They charged me a thousand extra bucks on top of my student loan and made me pay it.
While I was still taking classes.
Buncha dicks.
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If I were to guess what this is in my foot making it all painful and swollen, I'd guess "stress fracture".
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R^2, have you ever considered just tracking down whatever Gypsie it is that you've wronged and apologizing?
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Ac breaking blew out outlets in the house. Including the one the home alarm used
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Jesus Christ, even your *luck* is dangerously bipolar.
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I have a court date in Dekalb county, GA on August 10. Step one: find out why the hell I have a court date in Dekalb county, GA on August 10.
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The first words my father's wife said to me tonight were "You've gained all that weight back, haven't you?".
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Ok. Seriously. Why is it every time I'm trapped in a car with my mother, the first question she asks is "So, do you know who your ex is sleeping with this week?" and then increasingly horrible questions until I open the door on the highway and struggle with my seatbelt?
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Does your mom think you should be banging your ex instead? What's her idea?
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I prefer my parents just assume I'm closeted gay for very similar reasons.
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No, I think she's pushing me to insanity/murder/suicide. She's always doing this. At Christmas she said at least I didn't have to buy gifts for my ex, now that she's banging random dudes, then started trying to change the subject to when she and my dad were single and how they "had a few notches in their belt, wink wink."
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I find it difficult to believe that you're banging fewer random dudes than she is.
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"So, do you know who your ex is sleeping with this week?"
"Why, are you interested?"
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My face has a gash on it way too close to the eye because my 5 year old niece got stir crazy or something and threw a Wii wheel at me, hitting a porcelain statue on the way.this was after she ragequit Mario kart despite my best efforts. She's here because uncle is in the hospital with an inflamed pancreas.
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Does it at least go in a way that will make a cool scar? Like all the cool videogame/anime characters that have eye scars
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MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE USED THAT BLUE SHELL, HUH?
(seriously though get better)
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MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE USED THAT BLUE SHELL, HUH?
(seriously though get better[at Mario Kart])
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Lyrai, you're worrying us. You're approaching dangerous levels of R^2 this week.
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R^2's mortal shell is no longer enough to contain it
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Speaking of that guy, he's going to post soon, right?
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Yesterday a box full of buns fell on my head and now my shoulder feels sore when I straighten my arm.
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Speaking of that guy, he's going to post soon, right?
My last posts in this thread were three days ago what do you want from me
This month alone my van has broken down again; my right leg has problems sprouting out of the existing problems I've been trying to cope with for years; and I have an interstate trip that I can't afford to make coming up, and I don't even know why I have to go, but if I don't there will be a bench warrant out for my arrest.
And even that is ignoring the brief conversation in #finalfight based around my dinner one evening last week being a potato.
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Speaking of that guy, he's going to post soon, right?
My last posts in any thread before today were three days ago what do you want from me?
Constant entertainment. To a guy who doesn't really do the #FF thing, it seemed like you'd dropped from the face of the Earth.
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Ever had a sinus headache?
Ever had a migraine?
Ever had a sinus headache and a migraine at the same time, while the chronic joint problems and possible stress fracture in one leg are flared up? All while you have a crapload of homework to soldier through?
Because that's my world, right now.
Are You Not Entertained? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FsqJFIJ5lLs#ws)
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Its kind of hilarious to see you post in the Shit Days thread at the same time you post in the Dead thread.
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Augh. Third day in a row of my chest hurting. No, body. I am NOT dealing with TWO things at once.
I'mma take medicine and pass out.
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Of COURSE the air conditioner died! OF COURSE!
There goes another $150-$250 I don't have.
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Hey guys, guess what somebody spilled on me during class tonight.
Here is a hint:
(http://www.intentionallyblank.net/images/coveredinbeets.jpg)
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OH GOD NOT THE BEETS
NOT THE BEETS
THIS IS MURDER
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Sick beets.
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I don't want to know where the beets entered into period.
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I was doing fine today until while reading fark at work (what other website can I see at work?) I got depressed reading an article about parents letting their precious 16 year-old kids have sex at their homes.
Kids half my age are fucking, 16 year-old girls are hotter than the fat old bitches my age, and I'm going to die a lonely virgin. I think my life sucks. My life sucks more than I can comprehend.
By the way: At least those starving people in Somalia get some, why do you think they're always carrying 8 babies? Hungry sex is better than sexless eating.
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No way, eating is totally better than sex. You can do it any time you want, no matter the mood, you can have as much as you want, you can try different things, and there's never any drama, except maybe the occasional burning and spillage.
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Hmmm, this might call for a poll.
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You could lump that in to "Sex vs Comfortable existence"
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Spram, everything you write makes me terrified for you. It's like you exist to demonstrate the pain and futility of unrealistically high expectations.
"post coitum omne animal tristis est"
Cheer up and just practice smiling, being cheery, and not spazzing out. If you're lucky all you'll need is a little practice.
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I tried sex once. I didn't think it was that great. Then she had the gall to ask for money.
And that was the last time I ever saw your mother.
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With the support raised to help feed R^2 it seems silly that the boards haven't been able to buy Spram a hooker yet. I mean, enough sex to last a month is way less expensive than enough food.
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You could lump that in to "Sex vs Comfortable existence"
Not a poll I could vote in! ( ._.)
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Spram, seriously, just hire a prostitute and get this monkey off your back. Then you can stop worrying about it and actually meet and talk to people because you want to and not because you feel like you have to.
I get the feeling this is all you think about all the time
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Spram, let me let you in on a secret. Sex is pretty okay and great to have when you have it, but it's far overrated (and usually overpriced, even when it is free) and is not worth wringing your hands over if you don't. Though I'm sure that you'll find out yourself if you up and buy a hooker like you seem to be on the path to doing. If are looking for a relationship, do so because you enjoy the company of that person not because you are beholden to a biological urge to create babies that you don't want.
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Lets not make a "sex vs comfortable existence" poll. Everyone's going to vote "comfortable existence" and it'll make us sound like squares
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I'd vote sex in a heartbeat but I guess I'll take what I have.
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I either fractured or dislocated a bone in my foot tonight. This reminds me that while I have insurance through work they never sent me a card and I keep forgetting to get one sent. I go to log onto my benefits website to get my information: 10.5.1 500 Internal Server Error The server encountered an unexpected condition which prevented it from fulfilling the request.
Which I suppose isn't really a problem since the only person who can cover for me tomorrow is out of the state so I'm not in any hurry or anything....
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The Book of Mormon (The Musical) - Man Up (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fP_FT-0yS0Y#)
I'm sorry, I had to.
In any case: You have coverage, just nothing physical to prove it, right? So if you were to go to a doctors office and say bill your insurance, everything would work?
How did you injure it anyway?
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Ziiro is a Canadian or something? I know if you're already in the hospital for say, death, or something they need to let you in for even without proof of insurance they'll be willing to try avenues to get the money they want. If you aren't already lying in a hospital bed though you'll get laughed out if you try to get away with that.
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So, looming court date, out of state, don't know why I'm being summoned, blah blah. Covered all that before.
Realized this morning that the court date not only demands I miss class, interrupting the perfect attendence I've maintained for over a year, but demands I miss class during midterms. 'Cause hey, why not?
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Most hospitals won't want to do the work of contacting your insurance without full information, so they'll at the least make you pay a deposit. I did manage to get my temp card printed, though. Their web interface for that is only on during business hours, with no notice of that at all, which makes so much sense.
I was trying to kick a dude in the ribs and he pinned my foot with his knee and elbow. Usually hurts but not injures, must have been a bad combination of angles.
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You could try calling in to see if you can get the date moved. Do you have a lawyer willing to do work pro bono?
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I can't contact them at all, really. The number for the court is automated-only, without any option to talk to a real person. The "hey guys what's going on in this summons" email I sent when I found out about this has yet to be answered. That's gubmint work for you!
If this is something that requires a lawyer, I'll need one appointed by the state.
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Have you showed the summons to your school to see if you can get a re-test/postponement on the midterms?
Granted, in my experience many schools will be all "HAHA, TOUGH LUCK CHUMP!" (and given your history, that probably goes triple), but I honestly can't see that much of a downside to at least asking.
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Consider going directly to your professors to see if they can accommodate you as well.
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If I can bring in court paperwork proving that's where I was, I can retake my midterms. Therefore, given my luck, I will have the first court case in history that has no paper trail.
My overall course grade will still suffer, because there's no such thing as excused absences. School policy.
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You can't write the nice court people a letter?
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I have my doubts that I'll get a print answer within the two-week turnaround I need, but I gave it a shot.
I have a feeling I'll be standing before a judge before anyone bothers to tell me what the charges are though.
SO
Who wants to shoot me like five or ten bucks so I can afford a bus ticket to and from Atlanta in a couple of weeks?
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:khaaan:
family time
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So I'm "getting kicked out" again because I suggested to my mom it probably wasn't the best idea to rely on me doing her job for her while she goes to the beach.
It wouldn't be anything special except she threatened to call the police if I go in the kitchen (she's called them for less) and I'm pretty hungry / thirsty.
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but... how will she know?
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So I was house/dog-sitting for my parents this weekend while they were out of town and had two friends who I've known since high school visit the house for an hour or so. Then my mom comes back and can't find her stupidly over-priced iPad anywhere. COINCIDENCE? Probably, because my mom is just as bad at misplacing stuff as I am, and it seems unlikely my friends swiped it since I barely left their sides the whole time. Still stressing out about what I'm going to do if it doesn't turn up, though.
tl;dr yuppie apple-user problems. Pretty small potatoes compared to some of you guys here. At least I can take comfort in my mom not being as crazy as Rygaron's.
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You can go use my "Minor Problems of the Entitled and Whiny" thread if you want.
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I will keep that in mind the next time I got to Starbucks and my Cinnamon Dolce Creme Frappuccinno isn't nearly creamed or frappuccinoed enough.
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but... how will she know?
She lives on the couch between my room and the kitchen. The beach was around noon and I just decided fuck it about five minutes ago. Fortunately she had passed out which usually means the end of the current argument altogether.
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Woo multiple fractures!
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Uh, Rico what did you do? This is still just your foot, right?
Like, obviously that's bad, but you didn't ALSO fall down a flight of stairs, did you?
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HOLY SHIT! He did that block right! They don't usually tell you how to do that for THIS EXACT REASON!
It also hurts stopping power a little.
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I finally got some answers. I have a citation number and time of day to be at court.
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But do you know why you're going to court?
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Hey guys, I hate doing this, but I'm about $75 short of rent this week. If any of you could help me in anyway possible, I would really appreciate it and be forever grateful. My paypal is soulbain@gmail.com if you feel inclined to help a bronto out. Thanks!
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Done.
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Long, long ago, I switched insurance companies. Old Policy expired December 21. So I got a New Policy on December 10.
Nobody told Dekalb county that I had a new insurance policy. I thought the new company did that, apparently they thought I should. So when December 22 rolled around, Dekalb county was under the impression that I was driving without insurance, when in fact I was under a policy secured almost two weeks previous.
Driving without insurance is illegal in Dekalb county. They suspended my registration.
I went to court about this before. I told everyone I talked to everything I just said. I thought this was over and done with, but apparently not!
Both insurance companies agree on the aforementioned dates and double coverage. I will be taking printed statements from said companies to court with me as proof that this is a government fuckup instead of anything that's my fault.
A government fuckup that means I have to miss my midterms and break my record of perfect attendance (thus costing me my $100 school credit that has basically been feeding me since this quarter started and I got the one from last quarter). A government fuckup that means I have take an expensive bus ride because my van is about 1500 miles overdue for an oil change, needs the tires rotated, needs a tuneup, etc. and is generally not a reliable way to travel 500 miles right now. A government fuckup that {funny third thing}.
I can almost afford the bus ticket thanks to some Talking Time folks shooting me tens and twenties. So if you didn't just give all your money to Constantine, I could still use a bit to make sure I can get to court. My paypal is still tuvai@hotmail.com.
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Done.
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Are Joxam and Mal really the only ones of us who have any money anymore?
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Actually, since I've been working at the theatre I've had even more money than usual lately.
::3:
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I'm still adjusting to not being able to live a life of rampant hedonism. Temporarily.
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EDIT: tl;dr Nerd gets mad at work sometimes and then whines about it.
What does everyone else here do about their :rage:?
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I usually vent it on the person who caused it. Maybe I'm not the best person to ask.
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That's usually what I do, too. I've chewed out about three of my superiors in the past few years at different jobs, and while I have yet to be fired for it there's clearly a problem there (part of the problem, is, admittedly, the jobs being shitty).
Edit: Guess this could have gone into the job thread
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I internalize it, change anger to disappointment, and redirect it at myself.
:shrug:
Er... At least my bosses love me.
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I make bombs. I don't blow up anything, mostly, I just make 'em and then put them away.
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Hear that? That's the FBI pulling up.
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I'm legally authorized by Canadian law to blow up FBI agents attempting to act outside their jurisdiction.
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Secretly, Zed actually lives in Sweden and is now posting from jail.
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French-Canadian narcoleptics stockpiling homemade bombs is such a stereotype.
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I'm legally authorized by Canadian law to blow up FBI agents attempting to act outside their jurisdiction.
Thank you, Prime Minister Trudeau!
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Nerd what do you do for a living (besides BITCH)
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I'm legally authorized by Canadian law to blow up FBI agents attempting to act outside their jurisdiction.
You're Canadian? Shit son, you're going to have to deal with the Mounties. The FBI just throws you in prison, the Mounties feed you to the moose.
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The fun thing with Mounties is that they have an Uncanny Valley-like phenomenon, where the more obviously criminal you are the more likely you are to be arrested, until you reach kind of a blind spot where they just assume you're with the government.
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Nerd what do you do for a living (besides BITCH)
I'm afraid that knowledge is FORBIDDEN, SON.
....The answer is in a PM because I'm a paranoid bitch.
Anyways, I'm actually kind of relieved this conversation is totally derailed now.
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I'm legally authorized by Canadian law to blow up FBI agents attempting to act outside their jurisdiction.
You're Canadian? Shit son, you're going to have to deal with the Mounties. The FBI just throws you in prison, the Mounties give you hugs. (http://beatonna.livejournal.com/67829.html)
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You're Canadian? Shit son, you're going to have to deal with the Mounties. The FBI just throws you in prison, the Mounties feed you to the moose.
And mynd you, moose bites kan be pretti nasti.
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HOOOOOOLD IT.
THOSE RESPONSIBLE FOR SACKING THOSE WHO WERE RESPONSIBLE THIS THREAD HAVE BEEN SACKED.
THIS THREAD HAS BEEN COMPLETED IN AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT MANNER AND AT GREAT EXPENSE AT THE LAST MINUTE.
Samba de Amigo - Samba de Janeiro (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQopOPpCU3o#)
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Wait, can we go back to the "Joxam gives out money" part of the thread
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I'd vastly prefer never needing to go back to that part again.
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My relationship that's nearing a decade in length is basically dead. There's really no hope or promise to it anymore, and most interactions result in anger and depression.
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Ziiro, I didn't know you were in a relationship. How is it that it is never mentioned on vent ever? Was (s)he a serious secret for some reason?
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most interactions result in anger and depression.
Take this with the grain of salt it deserves coming from a total stranger (or take it with the unbiased observation that only a total stranger can give, whichever is more useful to you) but if this is true, and it has been true for some time, and shows no signs of not being true anytime soon, it is probably best for the both of you to move on.
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LD: Not so much a secret, but something I'd rather not talk about with the ventrilo group.
Friday: Yeah. That's the logical thing to do. (Not sarcasm. I understand that's exactly the right thing to do at this point.)
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If you're arguing, you're still communicating. It's possible to come out of the nosedive.
If you're not even talking anymore, yeah, you're done. The Ex didn't set out to dump me the day she did. It was just the first real converation we'd had in two weeks.
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I'm actually avoiding all conversation right now.
And that's enough about me. Back to you, R^2:
R^2's Van/Job situation/life (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8szWccJvb4#)
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So, day before yesterday:
My sister broke my glasses, had to get a new pair out of pocket (thank god for having the prescription handy)
A filling in my tooth cracked and popped out.
>:(
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Doctor is saying the word "cancer" way too often for my liking. Off to yet another specialist.
On the plus side, it only took me 15 minutes in the doctor's office!
Edit: um. Just fell down a flight of stairs in the hospital. It's like rain on your wedding day, man.
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when you say "the doctor is saying 'cancer' too often" is it accompanied by "win" or "fail" or "trololo"
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If you're going to fall down a flight of stairs somewhere, a hospital is probably the best option.
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Three job offers in one week. >:|
<Lottel> Even your good luck is bad luck.
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lol
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Came home and the fucking dog ate my tetris cartridge. Pieces everywhere along with paper towel bits. I could kill this dog sometimes, god damn.
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So I got home from work and the dog my mom is being paid money to watch is locked in her room, letting out yelps so high pitched I'm amazed I can hear them every second or so. I get into her room and find there is shit and piss covering the floor, and now my sock.
Call my mom to make sure she didn't die early this morning and that's why everything has gone to hell. She's "out with a friend" and "it would be great" if I could clean up the mess before she gets home. Clean as much as I can with the dog yelping right in my ear and somehow avoid tossing it out a window until I run out of paper towels, and decide my mom can handle the rest.
Go into my room and realize the dog must have been doing it for hours because my cat has gone insane and knocked over everything I own. The dog still wont shut up.
My mom is regularly offended that I don't think she takes her job seriously.
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Came home and the fucking dog was standing straddled over Arc's cold body. His tommy gun was still smoking and the corpse was leaking blood all over my nice new carpet.
"You gotta help me, boss," he whined as he stared at me with his huge, watery eyes. "I messed up bad."
"I know, boy, I know," I said as I walked over and slowly petted his head. "It'll be all right, I promise."
I knew I'd give myself away if I started crying, so I held back the tears using everything I had as I slowly drew the needle out of my back pocket.
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Simo Belmo walked through the door in one fluid motion. Dead persons everywhere. Bits of torn paper, shredded shoelaces hanging from the overhead fan. A river of blood, piss, and shit.
Slowly, like puppets with frayed strings, the corpses began to rise. And bark.
"This is the work of my goddamn vampire dog," Simo said.
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Friday
What would have happened if you didn't clean it up? Would she have been mad at you for not doing her job? Does he brain contain no logic at all?
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short answer: no
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I'm thinking of a number... Between 450 and 850.
Do you know what it is?
It's my credit score the fine for driving with a suspended registration in Dekalb county, Georgia.
[spoiler]It's $650.[/spoiler]
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Fucking Georgians. A haven for gutless Tories if ever there was one.
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"Oh thanks for coming in for orientation but we need a different photo ID of you. Your driver's license expired last December."
"lolwut?"
"So could you bring another form of ID to us today?"
"Um... No, I'm in Atlanta right now."
"We need to file your I9 within three days. Can you get it to us by end-of-day Friday?"
"I don't know, now I kind of need to go to the Georgia DMV tomorrow and get a license so I can drive back to Nashville..." And who knows what tomorrow will bring?
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It turns out my financial aid was somehow fucked up, and college is actually going to cost money! Also they waited until today to let me know, with everything due on Monday. So now I've got no spending money and I need to find $140 by Monday or they start charging late fees to my account.
This is a pretty small amount, but my dad and I live paycheck to paycheck, sometimes deciding that X utility doesn't need paid this month, so I have no idea how we're going to pull this off.
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Hey, they hit me with that halfway through my first quarter! Good times, good times.
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Yeah, Financial Aid is bound to push you over a counter at some point. Sometimes your college has a spot you can yell at people until they actually help, buuuut it's not super common that it works.
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Jeez guys. I always had the problem that they decided I needed more Aid and gave me a check and if I didn't pick it up in the next three days, I'm fined and they'll have to give me more money to cover the fines and I have to pick up THAT check in so mqny days or
Of course, I guess posting on this board has proven my bad luck is completely different than everyone else's.
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Even your bad luck is good luck.
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I've said it before and I'll say it again. We need to team up. Adventures in Space starring R^2 and Lottel
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"I swear, R^2, it's a little bit tiring that I keep getting these awards for bravery. Don't you agree? R^2? Oh, you're trapped outside the airlock again."
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"Oh... Oh no... Shouldn't you have a helmet R^2?"
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"Busty McSeven-Starbuck, help me rescue R^2...after the boot scene of course."
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Driving around, got to the parking lot of my destination, got out and stretched. "Sure is bright ouOOOOOUGGGGGHLE" and vomited everywhere and fell backwards onto my car. Dizzy spell passed and I was left feeling squeamish and confused. Drove home using back roads.
Highly confused and now really tired for some reason.
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Vomiting takes a lot out of you. How much of it was solids?
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Good lord man. Food poisoning?
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Basically, no one will ever really know just what's the matter with Lottel until the autopsy.
:/
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oh god he really is dead isn't he
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wh- juh- uhhhh
cheese it!!
(http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/7144/itrunnn.jpg)
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Usually when I get that feeling it's just my brain fucking with me.
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Hrup. Dead'd be an improvement. Gotten sick twice since then. Dry heavin' fun, bro.
Also, constant dizziness! It's like I'm on amusement park rides, without carnies or the good food.
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Vomiting takes a lot out of you.
:oic:
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It's regurgitated material. I'm sorry.
Hrup. Dead'd be an improvement
Food poisoning?
I don't think we're ready to make a for-sure diagnosis with a merely perfect symptom match. Knowing Lottel, it could be something far worse (that gives him superpowers).
So anything suspicious in your diet lately?
EDIT:
Also, oh, food poisoning can murder you if you don't have access to basic care, kind of like swine flu or just a bad case of seasonal flu. So try not to push your limits.
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Unusual? Let's see. In the past two days I've eaten three packets of cookies, spaghetti, lasagna, chili burgers, onion rings, bbq pork... oh. And a small salad.
It was probably the salad.
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that's why I never touch the stuff
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that's why I never touch the stuff
My gut agrees, but my head says ground meat is scary.
Well, keep your fluids up. Do what some reputable place tells you to do to take care of food poisoning.
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Finally got together with a guy I've liked. Spent a lot of time together for 3 weeks having a great time.
Today I drive him to the airport so he can go to Korea for at least a year.
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gah
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Be careful. That happened to a friend of mine and when she came back: BAM! Marriage.
EDIT:
The marriage was tasteful and frugal, but was also "dry".
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but it came with a free frogurt
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Girlfriend's living with me in London now. She's pre-menstrual and I'm exhausted of trying to attend to all her needs while reassurring her constantly that no she's not a burden and no I only tried to make a joke I wasn't trying to offend you HONEY PLEASE.
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Pulled a muscle in my back.. This is the first muscle I have ever pulled and I had to be sent home from work.
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My dad just came by, he's taking his dog into town to get put down. He's basically living out of his car at the moment. and the dog is big, and doesn't react well to living in a car, Constantly whining and stuff.
He can't really give the dog away or anything, nobody wants to take him, he's a really big one, and he's kind of aggressive with other dogs. And it's just too much for him to deal with, I wish I could help somehow, but his dog would kill my cats, and my stepdad wouldn't want me keeping a dog on the property anyway.
Anyway, I tried to get him to wait a bit, but he's going up to queensland soon to try find work, so he can't really wait any longer.
It sucks, but I imagine it sucks even more for him. I'm amazed i'm not crying more yet.
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My dad just came by, he's taking his dog into town to get put down. He's basically living out of his car at the moment. and the dog is big, and doesn't react well to living in a car, Constantly whining and stuff.
He can't really give the dog away or anything, nobody wants to take him, he's a really big one, and he's kind of aggressive with other dogs. And it's just too much for him to deal with, I wish I could help somehow, but his dog would kill my cats, and my stepdad wouldn't want me keeping a dog on the property anyway.
Anyway, I tried to get him to wait a bit, but he's going up to queensland soon to try find work, so he can't really wait any longer.
It sucks, but I imagine it sucks even more for him. I'm amazed i'm not crying more yet.
/me hugs Stush
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I don't know, this might be too late, but do they have emergency drop-off programs there? A local animal shelter might take the dog in and see if they can adopt him out.
I mean, if he can't be adopted they'll still put him down (sometimes in a week or two, sometimes in a month or two - it really depends on the shelter), but they have time to try where your dad doesn't.
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He wanted to drop him off at the shelter, but he's just way too aggressive with other dogs. Like, it's weird, he was fine with my dad's other dog, who was a tiny little jack russell. But with other dogs, he just attacks them.
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I've run into a... situation.
I'm at a point where I don't know what to do for money for the next month. See, I'm applying for a student loan, but I'm not sure when it's going to be processed. My credit card is almost completely maxed out. My work won't give me more than ten hours a week. And I'm not sure how much longer I can stay on Ontario Works. To give you an idea: Today I tried to buy $30 in groceries and I couldn't pay for it.
And just now I just learned that OSAP took a chunk of money out of my account this month and last month without notifying me.
I don't like begging, but if you can spare any money, my paypal is ab03ac@brocku.ca
Please help.
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*Silversong hugs Buge
I don't have a lot till I get paid at my new job in 2 - 3 weeks, but I can spare something. Hang in there.
I don't know how unemployment works in Canada, but I'd been drawing it while working because I wasn't making enough to live on. They called it 'underemployment.' It would probably take a few weeks to get set up, though. :/
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(http://gotgame.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/bad-dudes-prez.jpg)
Seriously, I want to hug all of you at once.
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Glad to hear it. I was getting a little worried about the whole "I can't help Buge but I'm spending hundreds of dollars on cookware" thing even though all of that went straight to my heart-attack inducingly high credit balance.
So, thanks, people who are more comfortably wealthy than I am!
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I might have to learn how to make video games so I can make a game where the goal is to hug all the #finalfighters/brontoforumers at once.
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I felt like shit because this is the first time that I can't help people on here that need money D: but I'm glad it got taken care of.
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I feel like shit because I can never help people on here that need money D: but I'm glad it got taken care of.
I need a job...
and friends...
and many other things... :sadpanda:
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Uh... does it really take five to seven days for a Paypal-to-bank transfer?
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Well, paypal is sort of a bank, so the ordinary rigmarole that goes with cashing an irregular "large" check from "small" private accounts is likely to come into play (to protect banks from people abusing float time). But I've heard of 3-5 day holds, not 5-7 days.
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I don't think PayPal really has a Canadian branch, so...
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They usually told me 3-5 days and it generally happened in 2-3, not counting weekends of course. Not sure how it's different up in Kaneda.
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All right, my first paycheck! Now I can get crackin' on paying back some overdue bills and de-- wait, no. Van's not starting. Never mind.
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This is a tall order, but does anyone have a spare car that runs marginally better than R^2's van? Seriously, a Power Wheels would probably work.
It sucks so hard to see these posts where R^2 has likely spent multiple running cars worth of money on repairs because he simply needs something that moves, but can't drop all of that cash at once.
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Could pool or money or start some community project thing that goes towards "Get R2 a new car" thing maybe.
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Such endeavors do not have a history of ending well (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=5852.0), but thank you for the sentiment nonetheless.
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No, see, this endeavor would be run by someone competent at this sort of thing. And actually be thought out.
And not be total shit.
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So we are outsourcing it?
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Van seems to be starting up okay, so I filled my gas tank and paid my overdue school fees. And that's that for this pay period. ::(:
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My luck is starting to turn around, guys. I'm mean, yeah, my van broke down again,n, but it broke down when I had a few hours before my next class and not, like, right before I had to be at work. That's an improvement!
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Sixteen-hour workday yesterday. Hooray for overtime dolla dolla billz y'all
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I think you got your posts mixed up.
Unless the transposition was intentional? :whoops:
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Poor R^2, he can't tell the difference anymore.
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Hurt him MORE.
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I've been depressed all week since having a anxiety attack on Monday
Worst part is that it happened while I was in my car in a parking lot for a support group.
I had an anxiety attack because I was trying not to have anxiety attacks.
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So when I told T-Mobile "Close down both lines on this account and don't charge me anything else; I'll make regular payments to take care of this back balance", they heard "Go ahead and charge me for another month because I'm made of goddamn money and don't mind giving it all to you."
So that's paid off and I'm one step closer to recovery, but there goes the other stuff I needed to do with this paycheck. :rage:
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Don't they record those conversations for improved customer service for things like that?
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"Hey, you want to hang out? I'm catching up on Doctor Who."
"Sure?"
"Oops. Have to run a quick errand. You might as well come. It'll just be for a little bit."
"I guess?"
Next hour shopping for underwear with someone I don't want to picture in her underwear.
Oh, and to add to it, I'm going to get flak for this.
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px plz
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Oh, Lottel. ( 9_9)
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Just because my problems are different doesn't mean they aren't also terrible, man.
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I need to invent a kitty teleporter, so I can send my fuzzies to people who need them. R^2 gets them first. Lottel doesn't get them because I don't want him picturing my kitties in underwear.
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you are talking about your boobs, right?
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My sister just got released from a psychiatric hospital today. The reason I'm posting here is, until today, I didn't know she was in a psychiatric hospital.
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Oh, and my water got shut off, they want $80 to turn it back on, and I only have $50 to my name until next Wednesday.
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So it turns out two weeks of strenuous labor for ten to sixteen hours a day every day is enough to give you a repetitive stress injury. Who knew?
It's incredibly painful to move my left hand, and I can't make a fist. How am I going to fight crime now?
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The Chinese say you should never strike a man with a closed fist.
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stomach sickness = the worst
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poop everywhere
all the time
it never stops
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Jonathan Coulton and They Might be Giants concert got canceled last minute due to family emergency. Unfortunately I only found this out after driving 2 hours to the venue.
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you are talking about your boobs, right?
Stush is a guy
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I don't see how this matters.
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Stush is a guy
LIES AND SLANDER
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Stush is half cat, half wound-from-cat-scratches last I heard.
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I thought Stush was a pirate.
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I'm not going to weigh in on this topic, it's clearly a trap.
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Stush placed Second in the Hottest Girl Ever Megapoll
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Sick, ear pain, doctor says not ear infection but throat problem causing ear problems, dizzy, sucks.
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What should be a fine day is ruined by my sister is leaving to move across the states. That's not the part that infuriates me or ruins my day however. That I'm somewhat happy about because I can finally stop giving her money.
What makes me mad - madder than can be expressed in words or images - and ruins my day is for years she's had two cats that she is completely irresponsible with. The poor things just continue to suffer from her awful choice in boyfriends to her poor living conditions. Yet they are the sweetest cats.
She's known about this move for a while and yet made no plans, no donation/drop offs to no kill shelters. I can't take them and my parents can't take them; they pee on the floor and on a lot of clothes because they are very poorly trained. They're also just past middle age at this point. They also still have their claws. Nobody wants them.
She leaves tomorrow and will probably just have to leave them on the doorstep of a shelter and hope for the best. It's not like she doesn't want them or doesn't love them - it's that she can't plan or think more than a step ahead worth a shit. She's also worse than me in dealing with personal finances, if you'd believe it. In the grand scheme I understand my shit day is nowhere near equal to anyone elses, but fuck am I angry.
:tldr: my sisters cats are suffering/going to suffer because of my sister's irresponsibility and it makes me mad as fuck and ruins my day.
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Last night I sat in the parking lot at work, asking passersby for a jumpstart. Turns out a lot of people who work where I do are far too busy to spend five minutes helping a stranger. I got a jump from mall security and went home.
This morning, it's beyond the help of a jump-start. I'm getting a ride into work, and need to find a way home.
Payday is in three days. I could have taken it to a shop once I'd gotten paid.
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I didn't know you could have negative dollars in a bank account.
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Really? That makes ME feel terrible.
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It's like taking out a loan with a fixed interest payment the size of the Insufficient Funds fee!
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I couldn't get my hot water heater to light, turns out the gas company didn't transfer services when I moved properly and turned the gas off
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:slow:
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I went to the doctor for my follow up.
"No, you don't need more radiation treatment."
Yay! Good!
"But if you ever have about four palms worth of area visible of the crud, come back and see us."
Er, okay. Well, I figure at some point in my life I'll need this stupid light treatment again.
Hey how about this mole?
"Oh dear, that's no good. Let me get out my 6MM HUMAN HOLE PUNCH."
BOO THAT'S BAD.
I find out in two weeks if get to join the armpit melanoma club.
:facepalm:
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Where do I look on my body for this because now everyone's scaring me.
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1) Find angry-lookin' moles
2) Show doktor
Don't let this worry you though. I normally wouldn't be predisposed to skin cancers, but then I had to get UV radiation therapy for, oh, a year to prevent the proto-lymphoma from becoming REAL LYMPHOMA, NOW THAT'S REALLY BAD. So yeah, that carried a marginally increased risk of skin cancer.
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A few years ago I had a mole biopsied for melanoma and testing revealed it to be just a normal lump of flesh.
I'm so sorry everyone. I failed you all.
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It's okay, it's not your fault that our science isn't advanced enough to have caught what it really is yet.
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And by the time science catches up, it'll have spread into your bone marrow.
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Well yes but in the meantime Mothra and Friday and Mongrel(?) are [spoiler]not really[/spoiler] dying of the suff I should have gotten myself and that's just not something I can have on my conscience.
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So I get a call at 2 AM that a friend is doing something stupid. So I rush over trying to find out what's going on. I come back and said friend I was worried about was using my comp to pursue sins of the flesh. When confronted he starts acting crazy and bolts out the door. What the Fuck just happened.
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Context:
From #ff
<Brentai> The levels aren't generated.
[01:50:48am -7] <Brentai> More like 6P Castlevania mashup.
[01:50:55am -7] <SimonTheDigger> It's Castlevania with giant fuckoff levels
[01:52:11am -7] <Envy> Standing at 6'5 this young fox was at the prime of his youth. He was 22 years of age and looked as if he was heading down tot the beach. Dark fur on his hands and feet and bright orange with white markings everywhere else. Giving a nod to you he just gave a light smile.. He had a bit of a secret love for a type of woman though he was often embarrased to speak of it out loud. In fact to him women we
[01:52:12am -7] <Envy> re to be treated as a goddess. [Bi-No Pref] [BBW lover.] [Whisper Friendly] Ref (http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f216/Ninjabredman01/a217419eca66b8c4528f0fb5e34dffe8.png) [Ask for F-list]
[01:52:17am -7] * Envy (~Envy@c-98-214-232-137.hsd1.il.comcast.net) Quit (Quit: HydraIRC -> http://www.hydrairc.com (http://www.hydrairc.com) <- In tests, 0x09 out of 0x0A l33t h4x0rz prefer it :))
[01:52:25am -7] <@Romosome> Huh, really? I thought the giant fuckoff levels were randomly pieced together
[01:52:37am -7] <@Romosome> ...
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So instead of chasing your alleged friend and asking him how and why he is in your house and using your PC suddenly without permission for any of the above, you post on the forum instead of rejoining the IRC client that you presumably saw him close if you caught him in the act like you claim. Also, your last comment that was pretty obviously you was at 00:16 (must have been a short trip) so why did he even have the IRC window open at all if he was pasting html tags into something?
It would be easier and less painful to fess up to being a dirty furry that feels guilty about it. Now you're a dirty LYING furry. :shrug:
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This story is so boring I can't even keep myself interested enough to type it out, but tl;dr bureaucracy is tiresome and nothing I do can be easy.
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So uh Seal Beach shooting (http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2011/10/seal-beach-shooting-victims-throughout-entire-salon.html).
Romo, I don't know if you're still in SB, and I assume that even if you are you don't spend a lot of time in salons, but that kinda shit's gotta be jarring. (A month or two back I visited an old college roommate in Tucson and on our way to lunch he pointed out the spot where Giffords was shot. It was unsettling.)
Hope all's well with you and your friends and family. And of course same goes for anybody else reading this who lives 'round those parts.
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Friends and family all seem to be accounted for. Just heard about this an hour ago after an already exhausting day. But at least I'm still alive, right?
We're all fine here, except for the eight dead strangers. Seal Beach is a small place and it happened literally within walking distance of my mother's house. I'm going to go lay down and wait for the temperatures to drop and the world to suck less before I even bother thinking about it.
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hi dudes
i don't normally read this thread because well i guess i don't really have an excuse but here i am
sorry for all the poops :(
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Weird mixed feelings moment. My great uncle, who has always helped to take care of my family when we were having financial difficulties, died. My mother is pretty torn up about it. On the other hand he'd had pretty bad alzhimers for a few years now, and my mother is going to inherit 1/3rd of his fairly large financial portfolio, which will completely change her quality of life as she's living off of social security disability right now. Also his funeral is the same day as the game I just spent 200 dollars on tickets to, but that's kind of less important right now.
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It's always tough when someone faces the inevitable and you're almost relieved for it. It's not any easier when the deceased straight-up tells you that they're looking forward to it.
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Also: No need to let the tickets go to waste. Just resell 'em.
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Also: No need to let the tickets go to waste. Just resell 'em.
Turns out I was wrong on what day the funeral was, so I'll actually be able to fly back for it thankfully.
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Drunk driver pulled blind into oncoming traffic, causing me to t-bone them. Thankfully I hit the breaks quickly as I very easily could have killed the passenger. 4 cars involved in the wreck, and I'm without a car for a while. I have to call the police tomorrow because the 2 people in the car driven by the drunk driver switched their story about who was driving and I couldn't recall who was driving at the time, though I've remembered now. The guy seemed pretty shaken up, insisting he was going to jail right after the accident. At one point he called his mother in tears and we overheard "nah I wasn't drinking tonight mama. Just a few shots that's all."
It was my first nice car. :;_;:
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You are not dead or hurt! This is good! Your nice car's nice brakes served their purpose!
Prrrrobably not much consolation at the moment, but maybe later it'll look better? Like after you get your replacement car/repairs done.
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Being sick sucks. I couldn't even drink water for a day or so without barfing it up.
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Today marks the nine months to the day I've had this damn headache. If I were pregnant instead, I'd've had the baby by now.
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You might be pregnant with Athena.
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You might be pregnant with Athena.
It's a trick. Get an axe.
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Today marks the nine months to the day I've had this damn headache. If I were pregnant instead, I'd've had the baby by now.
Could be a brain tumor, better go check that out.
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Been there, done that. Nothing they could see. Told me to deal with it and maybe one day it'll go away.
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i hate to say it, but... neuralgia?
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stop using drugs
or
use drugs
as applicable
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DRUGS ARE THE BEST
:advice:
DRUGS ARE THE BEST
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Perform a logical inversion on your current state of drug use.
This applies to all problems.
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SMOKE ROCK ALL DAY
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SMOKE ROCK ALL DAY
Super Hans on Crack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRS41-7MTSs#)
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The DMV has informed me that my license is being suspended unless I pay $75 for having an uninsured accident and not reporting the injury of the other party
A) I have never owned a car and not had insurance (Nearing 10 years)
B) What injury? This is the first I've ever heard of it and the accident happened over a year ago
C) The DMV and the woman I called for hte accident line are pricks.
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Ick.
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@Aoko> So, to recap my day today.
[07:23:29pm -7] <@Aoko> I woke up, had a midterm that I didn't remember half the questions on.
[07:23:46pm -7] <@Aoko> Wnet to bio, sat through a lecture with no internet, with a quiz at the end where half the words were foreign to me.
[07:24:20pm -7] <@Aoko> Went to the DMV< was told that my license has been suspended since last november, and that the first letter they sent me (That I never go) was the first warning, and the second letter says it's not suspended yet.
[07:24:23pm -7] <@Aoko> They want $75 to reinstate it
[07:24:35pm -7] <@Aoko> Called my parents to try and cool my head, got told off because my brother decided to be a prick and make them angry.
[07:25:16pm -7] <@Aoko> Drove home, went for a walk, came back, can't calm down enough to find paperwork
[07:25:22pm -7] <@Aoko> Went to the store, got punched in the eye for not giving someone my soda.
[07:25:44pm -7] <@Aoko> Sit here at 7:30pm holding an ice pack over my eye with homework to do and no will to do it.
[07:25:47pm -7] <@Aoko> Dear Life: Get fucked.
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while outside to take the trash to the curb shortly after the last post, I tripped, twisting my ankle and scraping my arm up on the concrete
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Oh no. :(
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R^2! When I said "Man, give that thing to Mitch McConnel or someone!" 'someone' didn't mean Lyrai!
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Maybe it's time to go to bed and cut this day short.
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Wait. Someone actually punched you for a soda!? What kind of filthy barbarous town do you live in, and how can I get in on wanton selfish violence like that?
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Don't be a fool! Nobody can stop all those gangs of students and evil bosses!
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Tomorrow can only be better, right? Right?
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Tomorrow Lyrai's body is found double-punched with soda poured down the pants.
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Don't be a fool! Nobody can stop all those gangs of students and evil bosses!
Hey guys, I just found a whole roast chicken in this garbage can. What the hell is going on here?
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Tomorrow Lyrai's body is found double-punched with soda poured down the pants.
(http://codedmonkey.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/noooooo.jpg)
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Having had a pretty bad day already, and not having had soda in months, I decided to treat myself. So I drove to the store, got some, and then:
(7:13:14 PM) WAHA!: Was walking out when someone 'bumped' into me and said they liked the soda.
(7:13:19 PM) WAHA!: I kept on walking ignoring them.
(7:13:29 PM) WAHA!: THey got in front of me again, saying they wanted some. I ignored them and moved to the side.
(7:13:46 PM) WAHA!: He stood in front of me again and demanded it, I started screaming for help.
(7:13:52 PM) WAHA!: Punched me in the eye and then ran off.
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TWICE IN ONE DAY?!
:scanners:
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That... is an AMAZING story to pair with that avatar.
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I BELIEVE that's the story of how it happened, Mongrel, not a detailing of a repeat.
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:B
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That is a pretty ridiculous thing, Lyrai, people are space butts.
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Don't give them that much credit. They're just regular butts at best.
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Yeah so it turns out turning someone down when they ask you out kinda sucks
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Well, look at it on the bright side. They find you desirable enough to want and approachable enough to ask out!
But yeah. You feel like a jerk afterwards.
My advice: Fake beard!
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Well, it is after Halloween, so all the fake beards should be on clearance...
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I have tried that whole dating out of pity deal and it is a far shittier thing for one to do in the long run. You did what you should've done.
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Yeah, that. I've done it more times than somebody who claims to be a quick learner ought to, and it always ends the same. Brain that puppy before it becomes a wolf.
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I got assaulted by drunks today.
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Evidently you need a bodyguard, and Nex needs a personal trainer.
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I need a what
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Someone to make sure you have more good days than you have bad days until you get enough good days to do it out of habit.
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I think we call those escort girls, Classic.
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Wake up at four in the morning for work. Get there, get ready, hang out on the sales floor for half-an-hour before the manager finally notices me and explains how they changed my shift for that day but no one bothered to tell me so I should come back in two hours. Get home, one of my monitors decides it's done turning on ever again. Hot water is off for the third time this week.
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fifth consecutive day of every tooth in my mouth constantly blasting red-hot pain waves directly into my living brain.
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Obviously, the point of failure for their evil scheme is the brain. We excise it immediately.
Also every tooth? Are you sure it's not a pinched nerve somewhere else in your face?
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no, but it's not like i could do anything about that either.
the bottle of hydrocodone sitting on my desk is also pretty irritating to me right now, since i'm apparently immune to fucking hydrocodone.
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Is seeing a doctor and/or dentist an option perhaps
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not canadian
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At work we charge nine cents for black copies. If an employee messes up a copy for a customer we eat the loss.
About a month ago my doctor misdiagnosed me three times before finally figuring out what was wrong. Today I got four bills from the labs my bloodwork was done at.
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Oh, ok, bye forever computer.
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So yesterday was going fine. Mom (who you might recall I live with and care for) is just sleeping. I go to wake her up for a doctor's appointment and she's completely out of it. Can barely speak, and nothing she says is making sense, then she starts vomiting basically continuously. Also complaining (barely coherently) about dizzyness and a desire to sleep.
That's a cocktail that means a trip to the hospital. Because she's so out of it I end up riding with her just so the doctor's have someone to get real information out of. Spend about three hours sitting in the trauma center/emergency ward at UMC, which is really rather nice as ice cold medical dungeons go. They tell me she's going to be admitted overnight, and I decide to stay until she's settled in her room. Then some kind of large accident comes rolling in with multiple victims, doctors running back and forth. You know it's going to get bad when you start seeing doctors and residents throwing on the face mask with splash resistant eye shield.
Now, I don't have a car, or any nearby friends to call these days, so my trip home is a pocket full of bus fair. I have no idea how cold it really was, because I've got the flu, but I was only wearing a t-shirt and it's November in the desert, so probably pretty fucking cold. Certainly it felt that way. Eventually, I simply had to leave before it got too cold. So I scurry out to the bus stop out on Campbell which is fortunately a straight shot to the bus stop closest to my house, which is still about a mile from my front door.
I finally get home, wrap myself in my bathrobe and crash in front of my tv, barely conscious, and eventually passed out. At some point I woke up and dragged myself to bed.
Wake up around 2am, and spend the next eight hours trying to get in contact with my mother so my raging anxiety disorder will calm (good news or bad, I just need to know). Finally I get ahold of her, and she's doing better, but probably not coming home today because they still don't know what caused everything. Tests tests tests.
Now I'm miserable with the flu, and to top it all off Verizon seems to think I didn't pay my bill and is threatening to turn off my phone, even though I did. Not the fucking time, Verizon.
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fffffffffffffff
At least nothing's dangerously wrong with your mom. Confusion, slurred words, and nonstop vomiting sound like some seriously bad news.
Good on you for getting her there right off the bat.
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blah blah blah bills
blah blah blah work
blah blah blah first cigarette in over a year
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My day was going to be great (finally found a career that I'd like) until I ended up with a painful ear infection that's still making my ear ring, maybe it's a sign...
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Oh that wasn't my save file becoming corrupted in Skyrim. It was just my hard drive melting into slag.
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Dad came into my room and told me I need to mow today. I said alright. Then I get a text saying "Tornado warning" and checked the weather. I had about 45 minutes before the worst part hit. Well shit.
Ran outside and it started hailing.
Then the door wouldn't open and the puppy just sat there staring at me. As it peed on the floor.
Pretty much the best.
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Let the torando take care of mowing the yard and open the door so it can clean out the puppy pee like a vacuum.
This shit solves itself.
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You have a puppy, your day cannot be bad.
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It's my parents puppy and I dislike this puppy. And those are words I never thought I could say.
But this puppy is pretty much just a cat minus the litter box.
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Well, obviously, if he pees on the floor.
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cocksucking motherfucking
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Malikial are you a brony now
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My motherboard seems to have passed away. I'm not the kind of person to have a backup computer, because I'm not the kind of person who can afford one.
Its been a week and a half since I've been to class, and I still haven't gone to a hospital.
I've never been so fucking stressed out in my life.
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I don't know what a brony is.
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Then you're probably safe.
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Cross-file this under Weird Happenings:
Someone stole the rear-view mirror off my bike's handlebars.
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My car's front wheels are basically fucked. It's going to take around $800 worth of repairs to make it driveable. Also, this girl I'm dating tried to convince me to let her give my dog xanax so she would be calm around the girl's cats, and then went off on me when I told her I didn't want to see her again because SHE WANTED TO DRUG MY DOG.
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My car's front wheels are basically fucked. It's going to take around $800 worth of repairs to make it driveable. Also, this girl I'm dating tried to convince me to let her give my dog xanax so she would be calm around the girl's cats, and then went off on me when I told her I didn't want to see her again because SHE WANTED TO DRUG MY DOG.
This is the one from the picture?
Oh dear. :/
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I swapped lines there and thought your dog's front wheels needed to be replaced. Perhaps converting the dog into a cyborg dog would solve your problems.
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Okay, so. I've been trying to get a driver's license in Tennessee, because I live there now and that's a Shit Days post on its own but anyway
I swing by to figure out what's taking so goddamn long and they're like "lol your Georgia license was suspended for some reason :shrug:"
and I'm all "lolwut"
So of course I can't get ahold of anyone in the Georgia Department of Driver Services because they apparently have just the one person there answering phones and they get paid by the hour not by the actual number of people helped or whatever.
So I drive to Atlanta on a suspended license.
On the way I notice a car parked in the median.
Which turns out to be a cop with a radar gun
Who turns on his headlights after I pass by
Welp looks like you got me I guess my van's impounded and I'm going to jail or whatever happens to people who drive without a lic--
oh, he's going after that SUV. Whew.
So anyway.
Turns out my court date from August? In addition to the $650 fine I had to spend in fees for someone else's paperwork fuckup, they suspended my license. To get it back I must take a defensive driving course -- again, for a paperwork fuckup completely unrelated to how good I am at actually driving -- and pay an additional $220 in fines.
Nobody told me this until I took it upon myself to make a roadtrip three months after the fact, of course.
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I got in my car at a college campus thirty miles from home, pushed the button on the shifter stick and pulled back to move the car out of park, and it came off in my hand.
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I hate to ask, but that was the test drive, right?
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No, I've had it for 5 years now.
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I got in my car
I cannot fucking read. I am sorry.
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So I go to the store and what do I find? Green bananas. I've never understood green bananas. You can't eat them for a few days, and when you do get around to it, you get halfway through the bunch and the rest get all squishy. Bananas are frustrating.
Then, I go to buy some disposable razors and I find a pack of razors with five blades. Five! What do I need five blades for? Two, yeah. Three's good, but five? It's not like a razor gets better with more blades. Who are they trying to impress?
This concludes my tribute to Andy Rooney.
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OK kids, this is a buzzkill.
Green bananas are sold because some people like to fry and salt unripened plantains/bananas as a salty/sweet snack. These guys are morons of course, because the only way to do up fried plantains is in thick, nearly overripe chunks so that they're crispy on the outside and almost boozy on the inside.
The five bladed ones have a battery of four blades, which is thought to be a modest improvement to three blades. The fifth blade stands alone, the theory being that single blades are better for precision shaving. As to who they are trying to impress, they are trying to impress men. Womens' razors are not (yet?) as ostentatious.
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The ones I bought were.
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Evidently they impressed you somehow?
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My razor had 5 blades, but I didn't feel like it was enough, so I taped a dozen more on there. Best shave ever.
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The next evolution in shaving technology is going to be the custom fitted razor mask. Put it on, move it slightly, hope your face hasn't changed at all.
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I go out of my way to find the old two-blade razors (Sensor Excel - which thankfully are still made). I simply cannot use the five-blade monstrosities at all. Even three blades is too big, really.
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videocard is all the way broken now, corporate assholes taking over property management so we're out of a job, rent going up, spoke snapped on rear bike wheel, teeth hurting again, no money to fix any of these problems
blah blah blah
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i want to complain, but i wont cause i'm shy. pretend i did, cause its pretty bad -_-
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What's the point of posting if you will not share your awful luck? Out with it.
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ok... you're right...
*censored*
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I finally have something to contribute!
I was on my way home from picking up my girlfriend from work, when I noticed an alert on the dash that said "Service Theft System." Weird, I thought. The owner's manual said that this alert usually goes away, but that there is a chance the car will not turn on after being shut off.
Pulled into the garage, turned off the car, tried the ignition again... Nope.
Please please please let the shady mechanic man be able to circumvent this without me having to go to the dealer.
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Do you feel safer?
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What kind of car do you have? If it's just an issue like the battery is going bad(Happens in a lot of Caddies when the battery is going bad) you can fix it easy. Also, using the automatic unlock to lock your car, leave it locked for a half hour then unlock it with the same automatic thing can reset some problems in the computer.
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That's heartening; it's a Cadillac DeVille, 2000.
My uncle seemed to think it might be a battery issue, too; the gauges on the dash (all digital) are acting odd as well. If it's just a bad battery, I'd be SO HAPPY. Mechanic opens at 8 on Monday, so hopefully this will all be resolved swiftly and cheaply.
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Mom just called me about half an hour ago.
My grandmother is on full-time hospice care. The doctors say that she's got a few days left.
I've got some complex feelings about this...stuff I don't want to get in to on here...but she's my grandmother.
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Christ. Sorry to hear that, man.
In the past two months I've had a couple my family's known since I was born, my "aunt" and "uncle" in every respect but blood, put on hospice and pass away. Both were struggling with cancer, and I'm just glad we had the time and warning to see them a few times and have dinner with them before they passed.
It's staggering how quickly it happened for each when they were put on hospice. Just try to be ready for that.
All I'll say is that they were both in a state near the end that it came almost as a relief that they wouldn't have to deal with being so exhausted and frustrated every day. I don't know how I'll feel when I'm in their shoes in however many years, but they weren't able to live their lives any more, they were just surviving, and with no way to get better, it felt like this was the only way it should go.
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Oh, she's been on hospice for a while, and I'm no stranger to family members being on hospice to the point my grandmother is at right now.
My great aunt and mother's cousin both were on hospice near the end.
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You have my sympathies, McDohl.
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Man, sorry McDohl.
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Yeah, my phone is a useless brick in my pocket, so I gave my mom the work e-mail address in case there's any change to the situation. Texted my manager last night to expect the request for bereavement leave.
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Feeling pissed to the point of incoherence by everything. Pissed at indie stuff because I missed the bundle deal. Pissed at work because my coworkers are idiots. Pissed at tf2 because I keep missing good trades.
Basically, I feel like I'm unable to make good decisions and that I'm getting no space for myself.
Which is a pretty bad thing to feel a month before one's wedding.
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So you're gainfully employed and getting ready to marry the woman of your choice but right now you're upset about virtual hats and games that sell for a penny.
Sounds to me like you've very successfully operated under a set of adult priorities and have just temporarily forgotten about them. Maybe take a break, grab a coffee, sit down and write out what's important to you and what you actually have.
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I am in almost literally the exact same position and I don't pretend to have all the answers, but when I am having a day where I feel like all I want to do is sit around and play video games, I remind myself that there have and will continue to be a great number of days when I don't, and those are the ones that end up hurting.
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So you're gainfully employed and getting ready to marry the woman of your choice but right now you're upset about virtual hats and games that sell for a penny.
Sounds to me like you've very successfully operated under a set of adult priorities and have just temporarily forgotten about them. Maybe take a break, grab a coffee, sit down and write out what's important to you and what you actually have.
Yeah, which is why I don't post here often.
The thing is, it turns out there's a step between "unsuccessful" and "successful" and I'm stuck in that. It feels like I've got here by mostly luck, and that I have to do it all over again and I have no idea how long it'll take, if I ever manage.
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But you are successful. The only way to define success without going Patrick Bateman in the process is by what you've done, not who you are. The fact that you haven't completely abandoned/discredited the identity you held while you made it this far isn't a sign of weakness.
Your success might feel like luck and it probably doesn't feel like you deserve it, not the least of which reasons being that you are a smart dude who is aware of the privileges you've been afforded. Unfortunately, a lot of it IS luck and I certainly don't feel like I've earned my modest success. But to use that as a reason to write off everything you've accomplished through merit is just as silly as thinking you are some kind of living, breathing bootstrap, because I know this might blow your mind, but there are a ton of people born with totally insane privileges you and I could never dream of that still manage to ceaselessly fuck up their own lives and those of everyone around them by virtue of being morons, and the only thing privilege does for them is to keep them alive and out of prison long enough to fuck up again tomorrow.
The hard part is accepting your life has changed because you have changed, and figuring out how to wed the parts of you that haven't changed with this new reality. Granted, most people never achieve that, but if you do, Ghost Carl Jung will enter your dreams and give you a high-five.
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You do have a point. Thanks.
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PACOBIRD'S SECRET TO HAPPINESS:
Your Id, Ego, and Superego are on the same team. It is an awesome team.
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If you say so. Personally I think my superego is the 1% here.
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(http://mimg.ugo.com/201005/44123/cuts/vol-4-job-system_288x384.jpg)
(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbtvrpWqe41qacbz9o1_500.png)
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If you say so. Personally I think my superego is the 1% here.
Ba-ZING
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Heeeey. After a month of drinking pretty much constantly and suicidal thoughts, I'm basically back to normal for me!
So sorry for flaking out on you guys. Give me a couple days to catch back up on things and let me know if I'm still in any games.
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Hey guys. Don't be afraid to vent here. We're all ready to be totally ineffectual for you and recommend real counselors immediately after wasting 20 minutes giving amateur advice at literally any time.
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My D&D game resumes in January. You're still in it.
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So it turns out my secondary HD is completely FUBAR. Yep, 500gb right down the john.
:I
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Either I ate a bad quesadilla or I'm in love 'cause good lord it feels like someone punched me in the stomach.
(Hint: I probably ate a bad quesadilla)
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My roommate's been in the shower for the last twnty minutes and it feels like my bladder's going to pop like a balloon.
:yarr: :derp: :hurr: :MENDOZAAAAA: :leaving: :gameover: :dead: :quitit: :gasp: :mikey:
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Pee in their room.
Revenge is a dish best served lukewarm.
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[yikes, had to redact a couple things. PM if you gotta know anyway]
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In trying to text with a friend I don't talk with often, he told me that: I'm a bad friend, a jerk, and he told me to fuck off, then said "I'm not going to enable your bullshit social fear of interaction by communicating with you on any other medium than talking over the phone or in person"
Hey, thanks for that. That really helps, friend.
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I can only hope that the litany of insults he's slinging at you aren't actually in the text of the commentary. Make sure that it's not just brain problems making you leap to that conclusion. Step back and read it again when you're more calm. It could be something equally infuriating, but possibly a bit more forgivable.
Also this person seems like kind of a dick. Friends need to have sympathy for their friend's shortcomings. It's possible that you have real trouble composing your thoughts aloud above and beyond "bullshit social fear". It's nice that your friend wants you to and, more importantly, believes that you can work past this barrier to full functionality. Unless your friend's got some serious psych chops and should know better, I'd say cut your friend some slack for buying into some portions of bullshit pop psych.
It's likely your "friend" is being a dick for some other, unexplained reason. But if you want to stick it to them in spite of the fact that they might still be your friend, call them a luddite and tell them sometimes communicating by text is a simple matter of convenience. If you want to be really mean, pick something that they use medicine for and say that you're not going to enable their bullshit use of that drug.
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No, he actually called me a jerk and a bad friend and told me to fuck off in the text itself.
I guess I'm not even pissed off. I can see his point of view, and I can agree with parts of it. That was just horribly blunt when I was trying to extend something to get interacting with him again.
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A common illusion to people (specially young people, though some aunts and grandmothers continue to do this through their lives) is that if you yell at other people enough, they'll realize their personal failings and change their ways.
When the most probable thing is that their "personal failings" are either innate or illusory and you're just a dick for pointing them out.
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Out of all my friends in this town, I am now the only one with a job. My only remaining friend in Toronto with a job was given notice this morning.
This of course vastly shittier for them than it is for me, but it's not like I feel good about it.
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"Perhaps you'll be blessed and it won't be the alternator. It could be a relay switch."
"The difference being one costs $600 I don't have and the other costs $200 I don't have? He already has all my money from when I got my serpentine belt, tire, brakes, and windshield wipers fixed last week."
I didn't comment that the best "blessing" I can hope for is something merely bad happening to me, rather than devestatingly terrible.
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I suppose I'm simultaneously complaining and asking for some advice, so I'm not sure I should put it here or in another thread. But this shit really ruined my day yesterday, and I will likely continue to feel like shit until I get this shit working as I'm pretty sure I'll fail this college class if I can't do the fucking homework assignments.
So I spent this past weekend trying to get Visual Studio 2010* (Visual C, specifically) set up to compile code from my textbook for my graphics programming class. We're being forced to used OpenGL and the author's code uses glut, as opposed to the newer freeglut which we'll be using. And so I spent hours attempting to put all the right .lib and .dll files in all the right places for glu, glut, glew, freeglut, and some mesa3D stuff (because it worked for a classmate) and... NOPE. I wasn't alone; the entire class spent the entirety of our last lecture time attempting to get our computers to run the shit. And still, I can't get it to work. I mess with the shit in and out of visual studio, and I end up with one reoccurring error: it can't read glut32.dll. Well, looking up the error code says that it's giving an argument too long for the command line; I think this is for VS's internal command line, and not the system's, but I don't fucking know.
I give up. I try installing cygWin, because OpenGL seems to like Unix a hell of a lot more than Windows, and it won't install right and doesn't recognize any standard unix commands (not that I'm even familiar with unix command line) and I give up there.
So, I'm stuck. Trying to figure out which of the many things based on OpenGL to attempt to use to make this shit work, look for a whole new compiler, or to just keep smashing my head against the keyboard as is hoping for a miracle.
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In less ambiguous thread relevance:
This semester I'm only signed up for two classes; one a day, and I can't find a part-time job... or anything productive to do with my over abundance of free time. Note that I can't get myself to just sit down and work on hobbyist/practice/self-study projects, goddamn I wish I could, but no:
:ohmy: "What should I do? Draw? Study kanji? Try making a game? Write something?"
:advice: "I know! I'll go back to sleep or watch horrible TV all day!"
*On my Windows7 64-bit laptop where I do my work and which Saturn constantly borrows while putting off setting up his desktop for the Nth week now.
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I know that feeling, Catloaf.
"Hey, I should draw!" "Oh wait, I watched some youtube videos earlier, LET'S WATCH THEM AGAIN"
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Right before bed last night I abruptly shifted to mania and found myself unable to sleep. Went to bed at 11:40 and brain was too active to sleep, but i was tired enough that i kept dozing off and immediately waking up. Around 1 AM I started screaming and freaking out because my skin was dry and, quote, 'withering away'.
Four hours later my alarm goes off and I have to get up to go to work. Entire time I'm getting ready I feel like there's someone in the house with me other than my wife and I. I brush it off because I'm fucking crazy today and I lock up the house and then feel like I'm being watched/followed. Get into my car and compulsively check the back seat for anyone back there. Ok, everything's cool. I'm going down the highway at 75 miles an hour and condensation formed the outline of a person in my back window. I was convinced there was someone back there and I damn near plowed into the median.
Hurray for being fucking psychotic!
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I know this is a pretty dumb thing to be sad about, but I think my PS3's disk drive finally died. :( I don't really have much lately, and what I could save was going towards buying a new PC. It's not under warranty or anything, And I dunno if I can send it in anyway, because when I first got it, I got it for free from a friend because the drive wasn't working, and I went to a dude to get a new one installed, I don't think he was like an official PS3 repairman. So I dunno what to do, Maybe I should trade my 360 in to get some cash off of a new PS3, because I barely ever use it, anyway.
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is the disk drive the dvdrom or the hard disk?
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The DVD and blue ray drive. I've looked up how much buying one on ebay costs, and It's not too much, but i've gotta figure out exactly what model I need for my model of console, and then most of them seem to be from the US, and I don't know if those would work in my console or not. And i'm just wondering if that's even the main problem, what if something else is what's broken? Then i'll spend nearly a hundred bucks trying to fix it myself, and still have a broken PS3.
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So after a rough week, I was really looking forward to my friend's dinner party. Unfortunately the other guest had a bit too much to drink so I had to take her home. At which point she started trying to stab me with a pen and I got to her house when she started forcing herself to throw up because "she was too fat to be with me."
And she drunkenly implied she might have started cutting herself again. I called her parents and they showed up and are calling her therapist.
I'm pretty much done with her and that group. I can't handle being the grown up anymore.
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The downside of Lottel Luck. :(
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Sprained my ankle friday night/saturday morning I think. I got it twisted badly and bruised up, hurts to walk. Did I mention my job is basically professional walk around guy? Yeah, had to call in, might go in today because with Super Bowl we shouldn't be busy so I shouldn't need to do a whole lot.
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Did I mention the ear infection?
Because ear infection.
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Filling fell out a few days ago. 4 shots of novocaine plus my usual double dose of ibuprofen in the morning, and it still hurt too much for them to finish "cleaning it." So now I have a bigger hole in my front tooth than before with the added benefits of it hurting like fuck and my dentist telling me to come back in three weeks and we'll figure out how to handle this.
My tooth still hurts guys. Owie.
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Yesterday:
Started with a 9am call about how I owe the rental car company money because the body shop called the insurance on friday and said my car was done, but never told me so the insurance assumed I was joyriding for the weekend. 5 hours later I get home and it's not solved.
Ended with a coughing fit so bad I collapsed and couldn't see.
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Filling fell out a few days ago. 4 shots of novocaine plus my usual double dose of ibuprofen in the morning, and it still hurt too much for them to finish "cleaning it." So now I have a bigger hole in my front tooth than before with the added benefits of it hurting like fuck and my dentist telling me to come back in three weeks and we'll figure out how to handle this.
My tooth still hurts guys. Owie.
Isn't that something you need to get emergency work done for?
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This was emergency work!
The next emergency has to wait a month. My tooth doesn't hurt anymore now that they aren't bothering it, now I just have a bullet hole in my tooth.
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Don't chew anything for three weeks. I mean come on Lottel this isn't hard to figure out.
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But if I don't chew on gum with my mouth open, how will girls know I'm a dangerous rebel?
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Ouch, I know that feeling. I'm on the waiting list for dental work, I went on it last year, I still have a few years to go.
At least it's free, though.
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Australia's only dentist has his work cut out.
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Toothin's a good job, mate.
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Had a customer asking questions to which I gave factual replies.
Had him question why he always gets different answers from us.
Third time this has happened.
~WORKING FOR LIARS~
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I've basically been driving in small circles since 7 am and my head has been hurting worse and worse starting at noon.
I took all the pain stuff I'm comfortable with taking. Going to lay down for a while and see if a) I feel better b) it feels worse and I go to the hospital c) my brain explodes and I'm finally done with my head hurting forever
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There's always trepanation.
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And give myself another hole for life to fuck me through? No thank you.
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Been sick since Monday. It's not the end of the world, but was bad enough that I called in yesterday and today (my two weekdays this week). I sure as fuck hope this clears up before Saturday. I call in on a weekend day after already eating two days and there'll be hell to pay.
The worst parts are that I gave it to everybody (even the cat <:((((( ) and that we ate some pasta that also gave us food poisoning/a stomach bug on Tuesday, so it's like we're LARPing Oregon Trail here.
I don't get sick much, but I never seem to escape winter without one nasty cold.
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My dad's cargo van broke down. He needs it for his job, which is delivering pharmaceuticals to kmart and other places with pharmacies in them. For a week he'd been renting a van, but his boss told him that he couldn't keep doing that. So for a week solid he was out looking at every car lot in town for a cargo van, but his credit was so bad he couldn't get one financed.
He finally got one, and it was way more than he ever wanted to pay because it was a brand new van instead of a used one, but at least he could continue working in it. The car lot just called and said they needed it back. I don't even know how that happens that you can sell someone a car and they drive away and use it for a week, putting 1000 miles on the damn thing, and then you call and say you need it back.
So now we're pretty much fucked I guess. Dad isn't going to have a job because he can't find a cargo van. Places have offered minivans and trucks and all kinds of other shit, but the fact is he needs a fucking cargo van.
Oh and technically my dad is considered self-employed which apparently means no unemployment insurance when he stops working. This is because the company he works for doesn't want to have to actually have any responsibility regarding its drivers.
Fuck I'm stressed. I have no idea what to do. I'm not afraid of being homeless - I've got people I could live with if I really needed to. But this is bad. This is really fucking bad.
Fuck.
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Keep the car. They sold it to your dad, it's his car now.
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Yeah, seriously what the fuck.
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Find out why they need it back. This might be a safety recall issue.
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Yeah basically. Unless it's leased and there are violations he should be able to keep it.
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I guess the sale wasn't finalized even though they let him have the car for a week. He doesn't have the title and if he kept the car it'd probably be car theft or some shit.
It isn't a safety issue, it's a we-can't-get-financed-through-any-bank-anywhere issue.
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I woke up to a phone call at 10am that my mother was in the hospital downtown due to a severe infection around the area on her breast that they cut open to get at the cancer. They have no idea about any of it beyond "infection."
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My uncles results are in and it's middle grade lymphoma cancer. I have no way to describe what I'm feeling beyond there's really nothing I can do to help except talk to him. This really sucks.
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The sinking realization that if I hadn't found a way to break my own debilitating fever, I would have had nobody to call for help except an ambulance.
Also my mainline internet seems borked for no apparent reason, which is just adding insult to massive splitting dehydration headache.
Do these still count as First World Problems? My perspective is so fucked these days.
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I think I might have fleas.
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Oh no, fleas suck! I had to deal with those a while back, I think they're gone now. Just shower like a crazy person and wash all your clothes every chance you get, and hopefully you'll get rid of them! If not, you might have to bomb them.
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Ugh, sounds like it's wash-every-piece-of-fabric-you-own-while-also-spraying-down-your-whole-apartment time.
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As I understand it, fleas are functionally invulnerable to murder during about a quarter of their life cycle. So you need to do murder on them day in and day out for upwards of a week, or the fraction that was murder-proofed will just come ot life and seek blood meals and ruin everything.
On the "plus side" they're generally not fans of human blood like some parasites. So at least it's unlikely that you're "contagious".
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I have a huge cyst on my ass. ::(:
This shit hurts and if it does not go away by thursday they're going to have to surgically remove it. ::(:
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There's no shame in getting asscystence for things like that.
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stop being so butthurt about it goddamn
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See, I considered "Pain in the ass" and "butthurt" to be a low-hanging fruit there.
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a low-hanging fruit
much like shinra's ass
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the only things getting me through this right now are humor and lortab.
mostly the lortab.
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You want low-hanging joke fruit? I'll give you low-hanging joke fruit...
I had a huge lipoma in my ass for years, it was like a chunk of gravel in my asscheek. Wasn't a big deal but any pressure made me notice it and it was annoying. Eventually I asked for it to be removed.
When the operation was done, they showed it to me. It was an irregular shape, about an inch in diameter and was shaped almost exactly like this:
(http://www.scientificamerican.com/media/inline/does-brain-size-matter_1.jpg)
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i guess you really did have...
http://mirrors.rit.edu/instantCSI/ (http://mirrors.rit.edu/instantCSI/)
shit for brains
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cyst for brains
Unrelated! Does it hurt to stand too?
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I had a pilonidal cyst removed a few years ago. Don't Google that. So uh, yeah, that sucks dude.
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I looked it up. ;_;
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He SAID not to.
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:shrug:
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That's a fairly nasty image on the wiki article for that!
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No, both of them are awful.
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I have a huge cyst on my ass. This shit hurts and if it does not go away by thursday they're going to have to surgically remove it.
Remove your ass?
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If your ass offends you, cut it off.
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my wife also has a cyst. it is on her inner armpit. I don't know if these are related or how they are if so. But she had me lance it and drain it, and it exploded all over my face.
She stopped laughing long enough to say 'finally I get to cum on your face'
::(:
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uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.
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So if Lottel's life is a Harem Anime, then Shinra's life is a Farrelly Brothers comedy?
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My father has gone from "fill your own damn gas tank" to "can I borrow $80 for gas" in the course of a couple of weeks.
In the course of a night, he went from "I don't want to leave this strange drug-addicted jobless woman that neither of us knows very well alone at our apartment" to "just let her sleep on the couch when you go to work."
The sad thing is, by now I should just be used to strange women sleeping on the couch, despite the fact that one of them managed to make off with $600 of my property (not my dad's property) a few years ago.
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Is there any way to lock up your stuff, if nothing else?
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My boyfriend of half a year left me tonight, because he just didn't care enough about me. And I had to goad him to do it, even though I still love him.
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I can only offer you my most heartfelt condolences. If I was there in person I'd hug you a million times.
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*Hugs and places kitties*
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I can't begin to guess what you had to put yourself through to push the fellow away. It's painful as hell to take the sensible route like that.
If nothing else, that kind of strength is impressive and heartening, but I'm sorry things were bad enough you had to test it.
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Is there any way to lock up your stuff, if nothing else?
My room has a lock on it after the time I lost $600 worth of shit, but anything not kept in my room is apparently just up for grabs.
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I'm so sorry to hear that, Silversong... but I'm glad you're out of a bad relationship. You're stronger than I was.
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Dudes are gross anyway.
(Condolences :( )
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My aunt passed away this morning after a prolonged battle with cancer. We knew it was coming, but it still sucks. :(
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well that blows
you got condolences, niku
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My condolences, Niku. :(
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Sorry for your loss.
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Sorry to hear it Niku. :(((
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So it turns out I'm allergic to the antibiotics i was taking for my cyst, and i am now covered head to toe in an incredibly itchy rash. My doctor is an idiot, and prescribed me an anti-itch cream, which is actually a pesticide intended to clear up cases of fucking scabies. I don't have god damn scabies! And it does not even relieve itching! A side effect of the cream is causing more itching! Also, it's incredibly, incredibly fucking fatal to cats. Thanks, Doc.
Additionally, I have water coming up through the foundation on the ground floor of my apartment. Oh boy.
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Man, someone I know had that same problem, they had a huge itchy rash, and the doctor was like "Take this medicine", turns out the medicine they got told to take actually made the problem worse, because the doctor diagnosed them wrong, and now it's gonna be really hard to fix. :(
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The month of March was a huge slump for me.
Around the beginning of it, I felt weak and tired. I assumed this was because I slept all day and didn't eat anything. Later, I still felt flush and tired, and it turned out I had a fever. I rarely get sick.
So the fever doesn't seem to be improving, we head to the clinic. Doctor takes one look at me and diagnoses "Flu" since that's been so frequent this month. I get my overpriced pills and try to relax.
After a while of this, I'm still not really that improved. We go to the hospital, and after quite a few tests (including a spinal tap), I get the REAL culprit: Viral Meningitis. The lovely spinal disease that is possibly fatal.
So I got to stay holed up in a hospital for about a week, watching cartoons on the TV and wishing the food was better. But after a while, they let me free.
So now I'm working on my recovery. I've got tingles and numbness through my ENTIRE body, as my nerves repair themselves too slow for my liking, and I don't really walk so much as shamble with a cane. I've pretty much got to "relearn" that one.
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Any idea where it came from?
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Haven't the foggiest.
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Jesus N. Christ. I'm sorry to hear that shit.
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Good news, you're out of the "probably fatal" stage?
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I should hope so, if they sent me home and my prescriptions are done.
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With R^2's luck getting better, something was bad to happen.
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Sorry, Roger. I dodged the "fatal diseases while my medical insurance has lapsed" bullet.
Uh, so far.
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Hoooo fuck.
Hate to see you posting that, but glad it's after the corner was turned at least.
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The best part is that I'm apparently the last person to know how devastating Meningitis actually is. I didn't even know it was fatal until days after I left the hospital.
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Good to see you're still with us, Roger. :)
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Aye, seconding the sentiment!
The best part is that I'm apparently the last person to know how devastating Meningitis actually is. I didn't even know it was fatal until days after I left the hospital.
I bet they were testing the reverse placebo effect, where the body can't die from something as long as it doesn't realize that it probably should. It's quackery of course, so the data obtained from your case may have single-handedly set back medicinal science by centuries. Congratulations!
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My dad is probably going to lose his job.
Our food stamps got cut again because why not.
Also the government has decided that, now that I'm 19, I no longer need medical insurance. Which paid for my prozac.
The government has also decided that, now that I'm 19, my father no longer needs medical insurance, despite his constant, sharp, chronic pains (he has been on vicodin for several years now).
Sigh.
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Damn dude, that's terrible. ::(:
I guess now we know where R^2's luck went.
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Wave of tragic events unfold across the country as my situation improves. We've had major health issues with Roger and financial issues with Nex... Whose car is about to break down every two months for the next couple of years?
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Worst part is, R^2, you just traveled across the country thereby dragging the wake of your luck storm and causing it to cover most of the US.
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Oh THAT'S what caused all those tornadoes.
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Whose car is about to break down every two months for the next couple of years?
:serious:
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Worst part is, R^2, you just traveled across the country thereby dragging the wake of your luck storm and causing it to cover most of the US.
Good thing so few of you guys live in flyover country, I guess.
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Walk up a flight of non-carpeted wooded stairs, get to the top, cat tries to dart down behind me, move to not step on it, it darts under my foot, try to not step on it again, fall down the stairs. I think I broke my ribs on my birthday again this year.(Well a week before my birthday)
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Walk up a flight of non-carpeted wooded stairs, get to the top, cat tries to dart down behind me, move to not step on it, it darts under my foot, try to not step on it again, fall down the stairs. I think I broke my ribs on my birthday again this year.(Well a week before my birthday)
Worst part is, R^2, you just traveled across the country thereby dragging the wake of your luck storm and causing it to cover most of the US.
Good thing so few of you guys live in flyover country, I guess.
:whoops:
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Eh, William has always had bad balance. He can barely stand on one foot.
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My secret shame! Also god my side hurts James! BUY ME FOOD BEFORE YOU GO TO WORK!
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Does raw tofu count as food?
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I just ordered pizza.
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Hey, you can't pin this one on me. Clearly this "accident" was the malevolen work of a cat, and cats were jerks years before I was even born.
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Went to sleep, woke up feeling worse. GOD, my leg on that side hurts too now, big bruise on my hip. My mom was like, "You look like you got your ass kicked.... literally." I'm glad SOMEONE THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY.
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There's a joke about hip-checking here.
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There's a joke about hip-checking here.
Especially with that avatar.
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] <@Sanae> me: Pulling out of college road
[03:20:53pm -7] <@Sanae> look right look left
[03:20:53pm -7] <@Sanae> clear
[03:20:53pm -7] <@Sanae> pull out look right look left
[03:20:53pm -7] <@Sanae> car pulling fucking 80 rips over the hill clips me
[03:20:53pm -7] <@Sanae> almost nails the car in the line behind me
[03:20:53pm -7] <@Sanae> and then only does he fucking slow down
[03:20:53pm -7] <@Sanae> had I not been looking and fucking gunned it I'd have been nailed
Later, my phone went off and I threw it across the room and started crying.
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In the truest sense of the term "Shit Days"...one of the dogs in the house that R^2 and I currently reside in had a...blockage. Me being the only one home, I got to take him to the vet and pay $50 for the vet techs to cut the large turd out of his fur, where it had gotten stuck halfway out. The house still smells.
Sorry when you get home, R^2.
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THERE IT IS
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I met Mrs. A long after I stopped working at that dog daycare with lax standards of health and hygiene. Unless the dog swallowed a pound or two of rocks; or shat, ate his own waste, and vomited it back up; or backed his ass up to our bedroom door and fired shit into our living space; it barely registers on my tragic-events-o-meter.
Yes, all three of those things have happened to me, with the location changed from work to home in the case of the shit-firing.
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Thanks for reminding me why I prefer my pets cold blooded
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Judging dogs based on the ones that go to dog daycares is like judging a... a group based on the worst possible individuals of that group.
I just woke up.
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I have no idea how people can live with their pets sometimes.
Like, I always thought William and I were kind of meh at dog training but apparently the fact that we own two dogs and three cats and you can't even tell they live in our house on a daily basis (it doesn't smell like animals in our house and their aren't dog toys and stuff scattered all over the house) is some kind of amazing stretch in human/dog interaction, or at least you'd think that when you take into consideration how pretty much every person I know ever owns pets.
Last time I went to one specific friend's house I took her out to dinner, not because I wanted to go to dinner with her, but because I had to find an excuse to get out of her dirty fucking, dog smelling house. And even the friends whose houses don't smell like dog, the carpets and floors are just terribly messy with dog toys and chewed up things. About the only other friend I have who I can stand being in their living space, in regards to their pets, is my friend LeRoy but he does put in work to train his dogs so that's to be expected.
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Yeah, that is the worst thing, i've known so many people who'll just let their dogs crap and pee all over their house all day. :(
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The apartment management here put out a notice that if they caught people leaving dog crap without picking it up, even if it's on their patio, then they'd be fined.
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Yeah, that is the worst thing, i've known so many people who'll just let their dogs crap and pee all over their house all day. :(
I know someone whose dogs have done significant damage to the house by dashing into walls, eating the carpet, pissing and crapping everywhere, etc. It has actually lowered the value of his home.
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So it looks like my computer is boned (again)! It turns on fine, but nothing happens afterward. No beeps, no clicks, nothing. And lucky me, I don't even have the money to get replacement parts.
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The Mexican restaurant many of you might recall from vists to me is gone. Eduardo has departed for who-knows where.
Fifty fucking greek restaurants on that strip (that number is not actually an exaggeration - I live a few blocks from ground zero of Toronto's greektown) and it's the one and only Mexican restaurant - run by the most courteous restauranteur I've ever been served by, no less - that has to go under.
:loser:
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So it looks like my computer is boned (again)! It turns on fine, but nothing happens afterward. No beeps, no clicks, nothing. And lucky me, I don't even have the money to get replacement parts.
Oooookay, apparently my computer just went into a coma or something yesterday, because it's working again. I suspect something went wrong with the power supply, since we had a power outage while I was napping... does that make any sense?
The Mexican restaurant many of you might recall from vists to me is gone. Eduardo has departed for who-knows where.
Fifty fucking greek restaurants on that strip (that number is not actually an exaggeration - I live a few blocks from ground zero of Toronto's greektown) and it's the one and only Mexican restaurant - run by the most courteous restauranteur I've ever been served by, no less - that has to go under.
...
I don't know what to say. That was a great place and he was a fantastic restaurateur. I would have liked to visit that place one more time... :sadpanda:
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The apartment management here put out a notice that if they caught people leaving dog crap without picking it up, even if it's on their patio, then they'd be fined.
We have three people in the closest 8 apartments with dogs. All of them bring their dogs out into the same area in front of our apartment, and all of them leave their dog shit out. I am tired of stepping in dog shit. Apartment management won't do anything. I am getting to the point where I am going to start going out at night, picking up all the shit and throwing at at people's windows.
If any of you do this, fuck you.
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Yeah, throwing shit at people's windows when you could just throw it away is worth a hearty fuck you.
:D
Anyways, I get your point, for some reason some of our neighbors let their dogs shit in our front yard and it pisses me off. I never let my dogs shit anywhere but our back yard, which we clean weekly, and these douche bags just let their dogs shit anywhere! Its only like once or twice a month but its still enough to piss me off when I walk outside and there is a giant turd in the grass on my way to my car that I have to dodge and then clean up.
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Put it on their doorsteps/lawns.
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Yeah, throwing shit at people's windows when you could just throw it away is worth a hearty fuck you.
:D
Anyways, I get your point, for some reason some of our neighbors let their dogs shit in our front yard and it pisses me off. I never let my dogs shit anywhere but our back yard, which we clean weekly, and these douche bags just let their dogs shit anywhere! Its only like once or twice a month but its still enough to piss me off when I walk outside and there is a giant turd in the grass on my way to my car that I have to dodge and then clean up.
If it's in the backyard, I totally understand not making a thing of picking it up. But these people live in my apartment complex and there is dog shit EVERYWHERE. I know the woman who lives directly across from me just opens her door and lets her dog out whenever it has to use the bathroom, and there's a woman across and upstairs that has a german shepard she takes on walks and just lets it shit wherever it pleases, without bothering to pick it up. Apt management set up bags and waste stations for this and people are just ignoring them.
There was a point where somebody had stepped in the dog shit and scraped their shoe clean on the sidewalk right outside my door. It was there for three weeks.
::(:
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In a friend's old apartment complex (nice part of town, nice building), there were signs in the elevators asking tenants to please not let their dogs piss and shit in the elevators.
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WE only allow our dogs to shit in the back, other people let their dogs shit in our front lawn, or on our drive way, or on our porch path.
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My dog won't go to the bathroom at all unless I take her for a walk. I make sure not to leave shit in other people's yards, though, and I would expect no less of someone else walking their dog through my yard.
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i specifically try to find apartments that belong to people who let their dogs run around without leashes and then have my dogs SHIT ON THEIR FACES*
*maybe different than reality
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Also I feel I must note that my back yard is fenced in with a 6foot high wooden security fence. No neighbor should ever step where my dogs poo. Even if I don't clean it out but once a week it's still not accessible unless, and we've had a couple of idiots do it, you jump our fence.
I have big dogs, my male dog is almost 100 lbs and while he is a perfect sweetie sometimes my neighbors do things like hit/throw a ball into my yard and then think it's a good idea to try to climb my already dangerously high fence and get it from my dogs. I've had to ask people to not do that a few times. That's probably my biggest pet peeve regarding animals. My dogs are large and because of that I had a lot of flak when I got home owner's insurance. They basically told me that if my dog ever bit anyone, even if it was in defense of itself or me, I would lose my insurance unless he was put down and we've had neighbors do stuff like throw garbage at him, throw sticks at him. One time, a few weeks after my girly dog had puppies my idiot neighbor tried to go over the fence and pick one up to show his daughter. I noticed and asked him not to then I picked one up and showed her, Duke didn't give a shit, but about a week later when the neighbor was over with her, he let me handle them, let the little 7 year old girl handle them, but the moment the guy tried to go near them he went all pissed off. So, I was like, "Just think what would have happened if I hadn't been here and you had jumped the fence last week. Getting over it is hard when you're trying to climb over unhindered, but with Duke trying to tear off your ass I think you'd have had a hard time." He was like, "Oh jeez, I didn't even THINK OF THAT."
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Who woulda thought that a territorial animal like a dog would get angry if you stepped into his territory
(http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y74/jcrocamo/iiam29pb.gif)
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Duke isn't territorial normally. What the heck? Dogs that are well socialized aren't raging terrors at people. People could go in and out of the back yard without him giving a shit all day. I just don't want something to happen. I highly doubt, unless someone was fucking with his puppies(Which the guy was doing) or actively hitting him that he'd EVER bite anyone. He LOVES to play with people, it's just that the whole, "IF HE HURTS SOMEONE YOU WILL LOSE YOUR INSURANCE IF YOU DON'T PUT HIM DOWN." thing that makes me want to keep people away from him. Also kids are horrible. Probably once a month some of the neighbor kids get it into their head that throwing tree branches or rocks at him over the fence is a good idea and if they were like, actively in my yard winging rocks at his face I don't think he'd just let it happen.
But that goes into my other pet peeve, I don't like when dogs are not well trained. Well taken care of and socialized dogs are NOT territorial jackasses usually. I mean a lot of them don't like people in their house if no one is there but most well trained dogs who've been socialized since birth have no trouble with visitors or playing with other people.
AND THIS ISN'T IN PET PEEVES THREAD! SOMEONE CAN MOVE IT OR DELETE IT, I'M A DUMBASS!
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Man, Mal, what kind of sitcom do you live in where your neighbours just randomly climb over your fence all the time, like some bizarre gaggle of suburban Kramers?
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Also, post more pics of your dog, and puppies, plzkthx.
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I don't really think it's a sit-com... More me scaring kids. Last year late some kids were throwing GARBAGE, like McDonald's cups and empty soda bottles at my dogs, I was home but no one else was so all the cars were gone. I guess the kids thought no one was home(Note: Kids here means 17-19 year olds not actual children) and I see what they are doing from my kitchen window, go get my brand new(at the time) Dirty harry revolver, walk over to the window they are right under and knock on it with the gun. They look up, see me and freak out. I watch them run away, see what house they go into and then take a shower, get dressed, walk over and tell their parents about them throwing garbage into my lawn, their mom made them clean that shit up.
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Artist's rendition of Malikial:
(http://i.imgur.com/3yxhE.jpg)
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More like:
(http://gavinstephens.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/snake-plissken.jpeg)
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No, Ted's is more accurate. Mali enjoys eating Werther's.
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This isn't 1971, it's time to upgrade that tiny, socialist gun to a MANgnum (http://www.smith-wesson.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/Product4_750001_750051_764947_-1_757771_757767_757751_ProductDisplayErrorView_Y).
(If your local shooting range has one for rental it's really fun to try out for 10 rounds or so depending on how much you like your shoulder being intact)
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Nothing beats a classic (http://www.lipseys.com/eImages/bn45l.jpg). That is the gun William was talking about.
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Yeah, I know. I just love the .500 because it's basically Smith & Wesson saying, "Hey, remember when we made the model 29 and it was awesome? Let's make an even bigger revolver firing an even bigger caliber and really man up!" Just looking at how much fatter the casing is from the .44 magnum makes me laugh a little inside.
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I feel like the S&W 500 is a novelty gun. The kind of gun that they designed specifically so dudes like Ted Nugent can invite a celebrity friend over and be like "Hey man, you wanna shoot a gun?"
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Well "used for handgun hunting" usually IS code for "novelty gun".
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"Handgun hunting" is a thing?
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It is definitely a "Thing"
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"Handgun hunting" is a thing?
Handgun hunting is the excuse that gun manufacturers use to sell novelty guns like the S&W500. It's a sport engaged in mostly by extremely, extremely silly enthusiasts. Kind of like black powder rifles, but with more giant scopes and rifle straps attached to revolvers.
If I had to bet money, I would bet 90% of the S&W 500s out there are owned by rednecks and counterstrike players and have never been fired more than a few times at the gun range right after it was purchased.
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http://www.handgunhunt.com/images/s33/folmar_bear.jpg (http://www.handgunhunt.com/images/s33/folmar_bear.jpg) warning: this bear has been shot with an extremely silly gun
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Even the bear seems kind of depressed about how silly the nature of his death was. ( ._.)
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They at least had the decency to kill cousin smoky with a 12 gauge. This is bullshit. ::(:
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Went to see Cabin in the Woods last night with a couple friends. It was great! I got home late, though, and I was so tired, I forgot to set my alarm. That's okay, though, because a couple of helpful dudes decided to start chopping down trees with a chainsaw right behind my house at 6 am! Then, in the shower, I got soap in both of my eyes while washing my face.
After that, it was time for breakfast, when I somehow managed to cut my thumb with a butter knife.
I left the house, and stopped at the gas station to fill up my tank, but both the card reader at the pump and the one at the register inside rejected my card. Luckily, the atm took my card, and charged me an extra $3.50 fee.
After I got back on the road, I noticed my hair looked kind of weird. I touched my head, and realized while I was in pain from getting soap in my eyes, I forgot to wash the conditioner out of my hair. I managed to salvage that somewhat by just waiting till it dried, and mussing it up, but STILL.
Then, I realized I had forgotten to bring coffee with me. Every morning, I grind coffee to take to work with me, because the coffee at work is terrible, as all work coffee should be. So I figured I could stop at a Starbucks and just grab a half pound of ground coffee. Little did I know, however, that I had chosen the Starbucks where the dumbest barista in the world worked.
I approached the counter, and after regarding me for a few moments, he asked if he could help me. I asked if they sold ground coffee, and he gave me a deer in the headlights look for a good 15 seconds before answering that yeah, he thought so. He then bolted to the backroom for a second(?), then came back out around the counter, led me to the display of whole bean coffee, and helpfully informed me that they had light, medium, and dark roast coffees. I said I'd take a half pound of Caffe Verona, a dark roast. He started going for the medium, and I corrected him. He reached for the French roast, and I corrected him again. He then reached for the Italian roast, which was on the other side of the Caffe Verona, but with my coaching, he finally managed to grab the right one. :slow:
It was at this point that the manager finally appeared, and after ascertaining the situation, informed me that they didn't sell ground coffee by the half pound, only the pound. At that point, I just decided it wasn't worth the trouble, thanked them, and left, sans coffee.
Finally getting to work, I started on my main task for the day: finishing up a document I'd spent the last week and a half putting together and chasing down signatures for. I sent it over to QA, only to be told that they wanted a minor change made to it. Even though this change literally consists of checking a box YES instead of NO, I now have to go back and get every single one of those signatures all over again. :victory:
Oh, and I believe I've mentioned my car before, yes? Just in case I haven't: when I came out here from Illinois, I couldn't bring my car, as it needed about $1800+ of repairs in order to make the trip. My ex was originally going to buy the car from me once it was fixed, but when that fell through, she agreed to pick the car up from the shop and keep it at her place until I could go back and get it. She went to pick it up on Saturday, but it had been sitting so long, the battery was dead! That's another $140 worth of work! So they put the battery in, and she was supposed to pick it up on Sunday. Sunday came and went, and I didn't hear anything from her. Then Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, until today, when she finally texted me to say that her mom, whom she lives with(she's 34, btw), had told her she shouldn't help me with my car. So I got to call my parents and ask them to make the hour and a half trip from their house to pick up my car and take it back to their place. Luckily, my parents are cool, and they said no problem. In hindsight, I probably should have just asked them from the beginning. :shrug:
TL;DR: Ted and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
There were a couple of bright spots, though: I found a good, local coffee place that's about a mile from my job, and I'm pretty sure one of the administrative assistants was flirting with me. :bunp:
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MODERN PERSON BAD DAY CHECKLIST
(x) Woken up early by some sort of construction
(x) Forgot to set alarm
(x) Mishap in shower
(x) Cut self with knife
(x) Problem with debit card and I got dinged because of it
(x) Someone in customer service was dumb at me
(x) Starbucks
(x) People at work are dumb
( ) My boss is dumb
(x) Car problems
You're 9/10, Ted.
:nyoro~n:
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Yeah, both of my bosses are pretty cool. ::3:
And technically, I was woken up by destruction.
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You still get 40 hugs, Ted, 41, even.
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Remember how I have head problems? I have head problems. And today they were a little out of control to the point I was hallucinating cars and couldn't read for a little while. My job is half reading tickets, half driving to the places I read on the ticket.
To just go a quick run through of the things that happened while I was being dizzy off and on, having trouble reading, and my head was hurting so bad sometimes I had to hold myself up:
I was called in 3 hours early and told I had to close. Car battery died. Corporate boss threatened my job. I hit a meter maid's car (She parked behind me! In the middle of a parking lot!) I got lost in an empty building. My back up driver never showed leaving me to do the work of two people tonight. A lady paid for her $25 ticket all with dimes and said she lost count but she thinks that's enough. I was chased by a pitbull. My manager tried to cheer my up by spraying me with a hose. Since I was wet, my shoes stuck to the freezer and I tripped and hit my head on the wall. Three hours late to a bonfire I was supposed to go to, causing my friends to decide it was the perfect time to gossip about me, since two of my friend groups (that I try to keep VERY separate) met up. I was punched in the stomach by a friend as a joke.
COOL THINGS THAT HAPPENED: I was in the parking lot of the hospital and two ducks were having an argument and I rolled down my window and shook my fist at them and yelled and they turned towards me and quacked before resuming their argument.
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...You win.
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Remember how I have head problems? I have head problems. And today they were a little out of control to the point I was hallucinating cars and couldn't read for a little while. My job is half reading tickets, half driving to the places I read on the ticket.
Can't you claim disability?
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Remember how I have head problems? I have head problems. And today they were a little out of control to the point I was hallucinating cars and couldn't read for a little while. My job is half reading tickets, half driving to the places I read on the ticket.
Can't you claim disability?
They'd have to figure out what's wrong with him first.
No really, if they can't find the medical problem he's SOL both ways.
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Twenty years from now "Lottel Syndrome" will be the reason everyone is attaching ribbons to their cars and stuff.
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Dad and uncle just went to get my car from the shop, only to discover that the windshield wiper motor is burned out, costing another $300 to replace. ::(:
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Twenty years from now "Lottel Syndrome" will be the reason everyone is attaching ribbons to their cars and stuff.
The real question is what colour or pattern the ribbon will be.
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Remember how I have head problems? I have head problems. And today they were a little out of control to the point I was hallucinating cars and couldn't read for a little while. My job is half reading tickets, half driving to the places I read on the ticket.
Can't you claim disability?
Provided Lottel is in the US, the disability here is fucking ghastly. My wife claims it for SAD and agoraphobia, and I would claim it myself for how severe my bipolar swings get if we could actually live on that wage, but if you haven't worked at least ten years you can't claim full disability as an adult, and if you have the cap is still woefully low, like 1200 a month. If you get off work on long-term disability (Which you have to prove to insurance lawyers and your employer) and manage to get awarded SSI depending on how good your disability benefits are they may match up to the salary you were making when you became disabled, but that number will never increase and you can only work a limited amount without risking forfeiture of your benefits. I worked with an autistic guy at a previous job who actually gave up his benefits because he couldn't live on his own anymore.
It was pretty tragic.
Twenty years from now "Lottel Syndrome" will be the reason everyone is attaching ribbons to their cars and stuff.
The real question is what colour or pattern the ribbon will be.
Puce with olive stripes.
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It only happens, like, once in a blue moon anything's bad enough for it to go all wacky like that. All the other time, I'm hunky-doryish, just a constant headache and occasional dizziness and a sort of mental stuttering. I'd feel like a monster if I took disability and was basically fine 95% of the time.
If this job didn't have such stupid rules, I'd have just gone home sic. But to do that I'd have to call the head manager, ask her permission, call around to get a replacement, get a replacement, call manager to see if it's still acceptable, call back replacement to tell them the manager okayed it, and then tell everyone I was working with. While I was working. And since I was doing notsogreat at numbers and letters yesterday...
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basically fine 95% of the time.
just a constant headache and occasional dizziness and a sort of mental stuttering.
Er.
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hi
don't get me started on the fuckedupness of disability in the us
if you want i can post irc logs of the past 5-10 years of me screaming about it every step of the way.
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basically fine 95% of the time.
just a constant headache and occasional dizziness and a sort of mental stuttering.
Er.
basically fine 95% of the time.
just a constant headache and occasional dizziness and a sort of mental stuttering.
Er.
I said basically fine.
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The best part is the obvious seizure that made you forget the quote was already there.
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Not really shit for me, but I guess this is the least-inappropriate thread for this. A buddy from work was smoked on his motorbike and I just found out today.
At first they said his lower body had been turned into creamed corn, but I went to see him today at the hospital and he's more or less okay (some busted bones in his hands and some fucked up femoral ligaments on one side... not great but a damn sight better than what we'd heard).
The important thing was he was well enough to make fun of!
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Not really shit for me, but I guess this is the least-inappropriate thread for this. A buddy from work was smoked on his motorbike and I just found out today.
At first they said his lower body had been turned into creamed corn, but I went to see him today at the hospital and he's more or less okay (some busted bones in his hands and some fucked up femoral ligaments on one side... not great but a damn sight better than what we'd heard).
The important thing was he was well enough to make fun of!
So apparently they just hadn't bandaged him up yet and he really was as bad off as initially advertised (but he seems pretty chipper about things anyway... taking the optimist's "I'm not dead!" view).
Additional pain revealed today: He lost a nut.
I'll leave it to someone else to find the most appropriate image macro here.
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I am currently being forced to listen to old reruns of King of Queens.
Why does Kevin James have a career?
Who thought that was a good idea?
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The same people who greenlit all of Larry the Cable Guy's films.
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He's actually a not bad stand up comedian. Probably just takes the jobs he has now because it pays more. Kind of why Kevin Pollak is better known as an actor now a days instead of one of the best comedians and Impressionists in the fucking game.
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I'll leave it to someone else to find the most appropriate image macro here.
mole man hit by football (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBQf23EAyOI#)
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My landlady just told me I have to be out of the house by July 31st.
And my budget's so tight I can't afford to pay rent here and give first/last to a new place.
:bam:
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Why do you have to leave? :(
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Because she only wants full-time students to rent here.
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Is this a "not renewing the lease" situation, or an eviction?
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August 1st would still leave her with a boatload of time to rent to students and July 1st is too late to rent to summer folks anyway, so she's just throwing rent away by kicking you out that early. If she's not too much of a See-You-Next-Tuesday, see if you can ask nicely for an extra month to figure things out.
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Is this a "not renewing the lease" situation, or an eviction?
Sort of both.
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I'd post multiple times to indicate a lengthly period expanding more than just a day but I thought we had a thread for that but who knows
Repeated nightmares, mental breakdowns, injuring myself more than normal over hte past few weeks and I'm doing so poorly in school I'm looking at dropping classes due to doing so badly by midterm it becomes physically impossible for me to get a passing grade.
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I'm looking at dropping classes due to doing so badly by midterm it becomes physically impossible for me to get a passing grade.
I take it that you're past the "no penalty" drop date?
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According to the school schedule, the "Drop Deadline" was back at the start of the month, but the "Withdrawl deadline" is in June. So yes and no.
:shrug:
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Withdrawals show up on transcripts and sometimes take some sort of dean action. So it's not ideal.
I don't know if it's better at your university to withdraw and retake, or fail and retake.
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I've dropped classes due to stress. It happens, but it is a huge giant pain in the ass, both toward your progress and monetarily. If you can, I'd suggest maybe talking with your professors or TAs about how you still want to finish the class, and seeing what they have to say about helping you get by. College grades can often be shockingly flexible.
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Also, the student health center or whatever your university calls it should have people you can talk to, who are usually a good resource for these kinds of situations. It happens more often than you might think.
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Whose car is about to break down every two months for the next couple of years?
:serious:
:MENDOZAAAAA:
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That was only one month.
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I spent my first paycheck at my new job replacing the brakes and suspension. I started March 2nd.
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It isn't enough that I can't afford to move out. Today I found out my bike has flat tire when I was going to go shopping for food. So I had to take the backup bike, which I learned was about 2/3 the size of my normal bike. I get to the store and buy some bread and when I get on the bike, I find out it has a flat tire too.
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Well, unless it's a left-handed tire, you could cannibalize the bike you like least for its tire!
:goodnews:
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R^2, I'd like to apologize to you for any time I made light of your problems. You handled it with a lot more grace and good humour than I could.
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Well, speaking of. How much do you need to get together in two months?
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You may find that good humor is necessary to get through it. :/
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Yeah, buge, you happen to have come into problems during a time when I've got plenty of money. I'm, as always, more than willing to help if you need it.
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Thanks, you guys. I honestly don't know how much I'll need at this point, since I'm trying to (a) find a place within my price range, and (b) determine what my options are in terms of sources of funding.
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My mom called me to tell me my dad totalled his car and sent a couple people to hospital (he's absolutely fine, they're... also fine, I think?). The main problem is of course the fact that my folks live on such a perpetually razor-thin margin of bankruptcy and utter destitution that who knows where this will put them (it's insurance companies that get sued here, not the individual, but his rates will still be astronomical now, he has to buy another car, etc.).
I think the shittiest part is that I was reminded once again that the telephone is a malevolent and evil device. We don't have friends that call to hang out anymore, no one's going to call and tell us we're getting a pile of money, relatives don't even call to check on us, no, the ringing of my phone only presages deaths, misery, and financial ruin. When I hear that goddamned fucking phone ring, I only feel the cold claws of fear; the sickness in my gut that knows all too well that absolutely nothing good is going to come of my answering.
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Dude, give me your number. I'll call you every night just to chat or something.
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Well, I still do see and talk to my remaining friends but most of them have become so dead to the world that I have to initiate all contact or plans. Except Darryl, who can counted upon to randomly barge in, Kramer-style at some ungodly hour.
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This is why my ringtone chime for anyone who doesn't have a custom tone is the "Status Ailment inflicted" tone from Earthbound. If I'm not expecting your call, I'm expecting it to be about as pleasant as having a mushroom grow out of my head.
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Oh, I ever ignore my mother's calls... she'll just call again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
But I generally prefer not to avoid bad news anyway. Just tell me about it and get it over with already.
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What are the odds of me getting three flat tires in the space of a week?
No really, I want to see the math.
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That depends.
Are you a four year old on the run from the law?
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Ha, I just did this:
you could cannibalize the bike you like least for its tire!
Thank goodness it was the right size.
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I didn't THINK I really cared much about how my hair looked. Very much wrong. I was strong-armed by my parents into getting my hair cut, because it was starting to get in my eyes. The bitch cut off more than half of my hair. Now every time I see a mirror, any time I touch my hair, any time I'm un-distracted by anything else for long enough to feel the lack of hair, I get extremely upset. They fucked up my hair and I liked my fucking hair. I have literally cried about it. It is going to take MONTHS before my hair is back to how it was and I can't go 30 minutes without thinking about it. Fuck.
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Ahhh, that sucks. :( I hate how i look with short hair, People always say it looks good, but they're just silly. I sort of feel like that with my beard, too, I really like having a beard, and hate the idea of having to shave it for job interviews that i'm not going to get anyway! I may as well go in with a neatly trimmed beard. I probably have the same chance anyway.
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Just do what I do, cut your own hair!
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Just do what I do, shave your own head.
I'm not helping.
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Actually, that's what I meant by 'cut your own hair' ::3:
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Check out some guides on goth/emo style (I assume are are such things) and arrange your hair constantly in the most obnoxious, oily, dark, trying-too-hard-to-look-like-it's-3-am manner you can. It's a short-term revenge and a long-term dissuasion from making you cut it again, plus it will probably be more acceptable to you than whatever old-person thing you've had imposed on you.
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Ahhh, that sucks. :( I hate how i look with short hair, People always say it looks good, but they're just silly. I sort of feel like that with my beard, too, I really like having a beard, and hate the idea of having to shave it for job interviews that i'm not going to get anyway! I may as well go in with a neatly trimmed beard. I probably have the same chance anyway.
Here's what you tell 'em
(http://www.twistappel.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/riker-beard-deal-with-it.gif)
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R.I.P. Buddy, the Friendly Cat
1993-2012
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;;;__;;;
I'm so sorry, man.
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We're putting him down tomorrow morning.
The more I think about him, the harder it is for me to call him anything other than my best friend.
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I'm sorry, Pacobird. :(
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Jury duty starting Monday and I don't want to go. Not because I have any problem with the idea of jury duty (other than perhaps thinking I'm a little too young and too unexperienced to properly sit in judgement of someone or something) but mostly because its for three weeks. Ugh. Also I know I am not supposed to be thinking of this but I will be seriously putting my boss out and it makes me feel bad.
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As long as you're part of that community at all and that you remain intellectually honest, I don't think age and experience need be factors. In fact, I don't think anyone is old or experienced enough to sit in judgement; we just do what we must because this is the best system we have. That you don't think you belong there probably makes you uniquely qualified for the task.
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What are the odds of me getting four flat tires in the space of a month?
IT KEEPS HAPPENING
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Jesus Buge, you should stop using tires made of BROKEN GLASS.
Or clean out your tires and invest in some tire liners.
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Or clean out your tires and invest in some tire liners.
(http://i.imgur.com/tsdVc.jpg)
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Well, I mean clean your tires because if a bit of glass or something has gotten inside the tire itself, then of course you'll have continuous blowouts. Old tires can pinch tubes if the tire is torn or hole-y too.
Tire liners means something like this: http://www.mec.ca/AST/ShopMEC/Cycling/TiresTubesWheels/Tubes/PRD~4001-640/mr.-tuffy-bicycle-tire-liners-26-x-1.95-2.5.jsp (http://www.mec.ca/AST/ShopMEC/Cycling/TiresTubesWheels/Tubes/PRD~4001-640/mr.-tuffy-bicycle-tire-liners-26-x-1.95-2.5.jsp)
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Not really the worst thing in the world, but man, I am so flatulent today that not only have I gassed myself, my office chair reeks of it and I have to work in a miasma of self-self generated funk even when I'm not farting.
WHAT DID I EAT?!
:fukit:
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Well, I mean clean your tires because if a bit of glass or something has gotten inside the tire itself, then of course you'll have continuous blowouts. Old tires can pinch tubes if the tire is torn or hole-y too.
It was pretty much this. The tire was old, thinning, and had teensy chips of glass stuck in it. I had to get it replaced with the tube.
I wish I'd known the first time this happened, so I could have replaced it before it popped a second tube.
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Get Slime tubes (http://www.amazon.com/Slime-Smart-Presta-Valve-Bicycle/dp/B000ENQRBY/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1338327179&sr=8-2).
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Get Slime tubes (http://www.amazon.com/Slime-Smart-Presta-Valve-Bicycle/dp/B000ENQRBY/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1338327179&sr=8-2).
That product seems too gimmicky.
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Generally, tires like that (instant-seal-stuff inside!) rarely work as advertised.
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Have to start a new overnight schedule tonight, so I napped mid-day yesterday and stayed up all night to try to adjust.
And then woke up after three hours of sleep.
This is going to be a fun night!
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So I went to Montréal with my mother yesterday, so she could pass some tests and maybe get a better job or something like that. She coulda gone by herself, but she convinced me she felt safer with me along and so on and so forth.
At lunchtime the examiners call a break, and we leave the Palais des Congrès to look for a place to eat. Now the Palais is Downtown Montréal, specifically in a corner of the Chinese quarter. Right in front of us as we get outside is a pedestrian alley literally lined with dozens of small restaurants without a chain in sight.
Mom says: "I don't see a McDonald's from here, let's walk around and keep our eyes open, there has to be one nearby."
I quickly put my foot down. We are in the heart of the Ville de Montréal, renowned throughout the world for the quality and variety of its cuisine, there are hundreds of restaurants of all types within 15 minutes' walk, we are definitely not eating god damned Bic Macs. I talk her into checking out the Chinese quarter and trying something new. A few minutes later I don't remember what our conversation drifted to, because I'm fairly sure my spirit left my body when I heard her utter the word "cat".
Long story short, we had boxed juice and energy bars in the underground parking garage. Still better than clown feed.
When we got back home she bought me dinner at a restaurant she's know for years. I had some trout. It was overcooked. The vegetables had been frozen at some recent point.
Jesus Christ I would go back in time and mess up the fuckers who put the Fear of New in that woman.
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I suffer under similar circumstances. I can't cook a meal around here without someone turning a nose up at something.
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I just don't like chicken feet. Is that so wrong?
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Found out the tea party tomorrow I'd been looking forward to for weeks is being canceled, then drove downtown for a festival I didn't care about attending to meet a friend who didn't answer her phone for 20 minutes so I went home, then found out my other friend I had plans with for today had to cancel due to gym and work.
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The hot water for the build has been shut off for a few hours a couple time previously.
But this is the first time ALL the water's been shut off. THANKS FOR THE WARNING, ASSHOLES.
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Uh, so my dad passed away on tuesday. I've been too busy to post this until now. Not sure what else to say so i'm gonna leave it at that right now.
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I'm sorry, Smiler. You have my sympathies.
/me hugs Smiler
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I'm sorry to hear it, Smiler. Take care of yourself as best you can. Tell us if you need anything.
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Sorry, smiler. :(
*Hugs so much*
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:;_;:
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I'm so sorry, smiler. If there is anything we (me and william) can do, just ask. We're right here man, if you need anything don't feel like you can't ask.
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Uh, so my dad passed away on tuesday. I've been too busy to post this until now. Not sure what else to say so i'm gonna leave it at that right now.
I'm sorry to hear that. It's always terrible when you lose a parent, and it's weird when you think about them and your situation from now on, and how they're not going to be there anymore and there's one less person in your life you can really rely on. If you ever need someone to talk to about it, just know there's at least one creepy shut-in who's there for you.
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Dude I am sorry, that's terrible. The Skype crew is undoubtedly here to try and provide some entertainment if you think it would help if you find time to dick around in IRC.
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Smiler, as James said, if you need anything ask us. I'm sorry this happened. Try to do what you need to as best you can.
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So one of my four-month-old nephews, Alexander, is sick, and they're not really sure with what. Possibly meningitis. They're doing a spinal tap on him to find out.
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Yesterday at work it was my job to clean the dishes. I did. Then, a manager took the onion slicer that I had just cleaned and sliced onions with it. Afterward he hung it back up with the clean dishes. This morning I walked into work to find my very first write up. If I get 3 I lose my job. I was written up for not cleaning all the dishes before going home.
The same manager that wrote me up also told the general manager that she didn't want to work with me anymore because I closed with her once and she thinks my deliveries took too long that night, and we ended up staying at the shop until 3AM. My deliveries took too long because I had to call 4 customers on the telephone from their driveway to get them out of bed and I had deliveries that were all along the edge of our service area. Until this morning when the general manager questioned me about it, I didn't even know that the lesser manager had a problem! At no point during that night or any other night that I've worked with her between that night closing and right now did she mention anything about how long my deliveries take.
This is the first time I've ever had trouble at work. I figured if I ever did have trouble it would be because I was too depressed to go in, or because I was having a manic episode in the middle of a shift. These are usually the reasons why I got in trouble when I was in school. Nope. The first time I get in trouble at work is because one of my managers is having a bad week and wants to blame me for shit that isn't my fault.
I feel betrayed.
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That is, sadly, not unusual. Get used to that sort of thing happening.
(Working for two months I've been blamed for equipment breaking twice, when I didn't even have any idea it was broken in one case and had nothing to do with it the second. This week I have zero hours scheduled on the clock -- seven consecutive days off, eleven if you count the four from last week. Related? Doesn't matter, don't care, can't work there anymore anyway.)
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Nex, as someone who has experienced this in life, I have an unfortunate piece of advice for you.
When you become aware someone like that is literally out to get you, you have to throw them under the bus first. Hard. If there's anyway to whistleblow them for trying to hang it on you, do it. Burn their ass and show no sympathy because otherwise you'll be screwed.
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I've been feeling disoriented, headachey and lethargic today. I don't know if it had anything to do with helping my cousin move yesterday.
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Could be a lot of things. Low blood pressure, low platelets, hypotyroidism, depression, chronic fatigue syndrome.
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Hopefully it will pas, but if not, absolutely go see someone.
Even if it does pass be mindful of a possible recurrence and if it happens again, see if there are any common links between the events.
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On the one hand, if I am sick, I can probably take tomorrow off work.
On the other, god I don't want to be sick.
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Kids' Lives! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jObonJzJZG0#)
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Power was out from 11pm yesterday to about 5pm today. In hundred-degree heat with lots of humidity from recent rain.
Fixed now, but that was a Bad Time.
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Yeah so I'm being evicted.
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On what grounds?
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Poverty.
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Thanks for celebrating your right to blow shit up outside of my window at one in the morning, cock gargling ass fucks. The fever I appear to be getting totally helped me get right back to sleep.
On the other hand, a full shift on time and a half! I'll take it!
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I've called off about 6 times since I've started working in January. According to my boss this is the equivalent of calling off "every other week" and now she's really pissed at me. In related news, my doctor suspects I have stress-induced irritable bowel syndrome.
I'm going to start looking for another job. I like papa john's but I have a very low tolerance for stress and my manager constantly threatening to write me up (it isn't just me - she's pissed at everyone in the store except for one blonde girl that she likes) isn't helping me get my life together.
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I hate to play devil's advocate here but you are calling in about every other pay period and that is, frankly, just as unacceptable.
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You and I either have radically different definitions of "pay periods" or "every other".
Also, a friend of mine used to work for Papa Johns, and he quit after one of his co-workers got fired for being mugged.
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He's been working there for six months, most jobs average two pay periods a month. The math wasn't exact, that's why I said 'almost'. Alternatively, he's called in once a month since he's worked there. I don't see how even that is acceptable.
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People get sick, Some people more than others. I used to get sick all the time.
What should we do? Just have special jobs for people who get sick more often?
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one of his co-workers got fired for being mugged.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
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Honestly, I can understand her frustration, and even I think calling off once a month is a bit much, but most places give at least 6 sick days (or a combination of sick/personal days) especially with doctors' notes, and if this was an isolated incident I wouldn't be ready to quit, but it isn't and I have no indication that things are about to get any better.
Hell, she could have just said "I'll need a doctor's note" and I would have gotten one and that would be the end of it, but frankly I'm tired of working in an environment where every day there are new signs up directed to the workers that any slightest mistake will get us a write up. For the past 3 weeks we have been directed by managers both to stand still at our stations and to go wherever we are needed without being told to move.
One of our managers is usually a driver (fun fact: being a driver is less work and more pay than being a manager), but since one of our managers walked out one night and never came back he has been volunteering to do more work for less pay to pick up the slack, and she's even threatening him with write ups to the point that it's making him feel uncomfortable.
As poor as I am and as much as I need money I simply am not paid enough to continue working in an environment like this, and with signs up all around town offering work elsewhere I don't see the need.
EDIT: Oh, and the manager who has been volunteering? he makes $9/hr. He's just been offered a job elsewhere as a receptionist for $13/hr but he's not sure about taking it because he's been comfortable doing what he does.
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In most environments, even if x writeups equals firing, x writeups do not equal firing.
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If you can find someplace else with equivalent of better pay, go for it. Your current work environment sucks dick, to be frank.
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Nex, I just suggest #1 find new job, #2 quit current job, in that order. Also tell that other guy that being a receptionist is the laziest way to make $13 ever and he should totally take it.
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Yeah. A $4/h pay upgrade plus not working at Papa Johns should be a no brainer.
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I've worked service, and I've worked corporate, and calling out one day a month for six months is pretty bad business anywhere I've been. If you have some sort of medical issue that may keep you from working, your employer needs to know upfront that it's something that'll come up to make it slightly less likely they'll hate you. If you have the sniffles a lot, there's nothing to do but suck it up.
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Every time you call in, someone is getting fucked. Usually the person who calls in the least, simply by virtue of the fact that statistically they are more likely to be there to get fucked when all of their hypochondriac coworkers decide they don't feel like working what they're scheduled.
I MAY BE BITTER FUCK YOU
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Yeah see that's part of the problem also. You are screwing your co-workers over. It is bad business to schedule more manpower than you need to get the job done so you not being their means that they will be short staffed and strained. I haven't called in at in the time that I've worked at the theatre, not because I haven't had days where I've woken up throwing up and felt like shit all day, but because I have never been in a position where I felt like I could call in without fucking over my co-workers, and I'd rather work with a tummy ache than fuck over people who respect me.
Respect here really is the operative word.
When I worked at Wal-Mart I, quite frankly, didn't give one fuck about the people I worked with or the 'culture' at that place.
Now though, I genuinely respect most of the people I work with, and the people I don't respect are in a position that makes it squarely my job to mold them into workers that I do respect.
You need to find a job you like and take pride in it. You'd be surprised how much having a job you like, instead of one you can tolerate, makes going to work, even when you don't feel like it, a lot easier. Furthermore if you genuinely care about the people you work with, not wanting to dick them over generally fills in all the other holes.
I probably sound like an old man or something I'm sorry.
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I'm going to be the voice of dissent here and say that if you get sick often and you take it into work you're an asshole and your boss in anything but the most mom-and-pop short-sighted doomed-for-bankruptcy business is going to hate you if you combine having a poor immune system with spreading germs all over the workplace. One guy toughing it out because all he has is a sore throat is three coughs and a snotty nose away from six people missing work for 3 days because they suddenly and mysteriously all came down with strep throat. If you work for a guy who browbeats you for being sick, chances are good that he is shortsighted and a miserable asshole, fuck off out of there as fast as you can because you are going to be miserable and eventually they are going to fire you at the worst possible time and in the most smug way possible.
When you work minimum wage you can absolutely expect to get jerked around any time you get sick. Same goes if you temp, or you work contract in corporate. The former, it's because minimum wage jobs are usually managed by small-dicked idiots with power complexes who get off on watching people suffer to distract them from the fact that they're 50 and make 26,000 dollars a year telling teenagers how to bake a pizza, and the latter it's because your contract company isn't getting paid the hilariously inflated wage they charge the company they're contracting for - when I worked for Sprint through Alorica, we were paid 9.00 an hour and Alorica was paid 30. Needless to say, it fucked them off when we weren't there to warm seats.
If you want a job you can comfortably take time off with when you're sick, get a job working for a reputable company. Unfortunately that pretty much rules out all minimum wage, all small businesses and any company that makes most of their money off hiring people to work for other people. Good luck!
for the record: I've taken about 20-25 sick days this year (since january 1st) and haven't even had a stern talking to from my manager. Most of those were because of a horrible cyst on my ass bubbling with staph and spraying puss everywhere, but really.
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I should probably clarify that I also work with stoners.
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I should clarify that I got pretty bitter about being yelled at for taking sick days half the jobs I ever worked. Like when I had the worst strep infection of my life, had a fever, migraine headaches, vomiting and on top of that was taking a shitload of codeine based painkillers, and my boss called me a hypochondriac. After I'd been to the doctor to confirm that, Yes, it WAS Strep and Yes, it WAS infectious.
If you're legitimately sick or feel legitimately sick, fuck everyone else in the world, even if you're letting down everybody you work with, your health comes first and no job* is worth that shit.
*(ok Google Breast Inspector might be worth it)
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Honestly in practice even experienced managers at large and successful businesses haven't really keened into the fact that it's better to tell a sick person to go home than to make them (and everyone around them) soldier through it. If I weren't on a phone (yes, at work) I'd link to my comments last Winter to the effect of actually wanting to call someone about the place being a health hazard.
Anyway if I have to throw in my two cents here it's that I've never worked a service position that's not worth trading for a different one at the drop of a hat. The common knowledge that job hopping is bad only really applies to positions where you're expected to be an intellectual property asset; nobody's going to give a shit what you did or where you did it as a drone and will only look at your total time in the field.
Also what someone else said, ALWAYS find a new job and THEN quit, NEVER the reverse EVER. EVER.
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I think we're also dancing round the people with chronic conditions that are non-infectious. Mental issues, recurring migranes or similarly debilitating conditions, even serious stuff like cancer or [noun] sysndrome/disease.
There is quite simply no sympathy for that. If you reveal such things beforehand, you probably won't be hired for anything in the first place, because nobody wants a "problem worker".
I'd love to have better news, but people in that position basically are always going to have a shit time of it.
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I think it's less that we're dancing around it and more that we don't find "Welp, you're fucked" to be a very productive response.
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I'm lucky that in most of the jobs I've worked at, they've realised that it's better to stay home sick than make everyone else, or heaven forbid, a customer sick.
I mean, sure, it means more work for the other people, but it's not very respectful to give someone your illness, either.
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I think it's less that we're dancing around it and more that we don't find "Welp, you're fucked" to be a very productive response.
Well I hadn't seen so much as a passing acknowledgement of the phenomenon. I figured I'd say something instead of just randomly making assumptions about your opinions.
I'm not making that excuse for myself (only day I've taken off sick this year was when I basically had dystentery) and I honestly don't even think Nex is in that boat either. Six days is high, but to me it sounds like the stress at that job is actually making him sick rather than anything else.
I appreciate the respect problem and also the logic of not infecting your co-workers, but some workers have more complicated and intractable problems and it just bothers me that people often just pretend that stuff doesn't exist.
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I think we're also dancing round the people with chronic conditions that are non-infectious. Mental issues, recurring migranes or similarly debilitating conditions, even serious stuff like cancer or [noun] sysndrome/disease.
There is quite simply no sympathy for that. If you reveal such things beforehand, you probably won't be hired for anything in the first place, because nobody wants a "problem worker".
I'd love to have better news, but people in that position basically are always going to have a shit time of it.
Make it to 1 year on the job working full time and they can't fire you for missing work (For illness, anyway) anymore, at least, in the US anyway. FMLA is your right and if you don't apply for it the day you hit the 1 year mark you're a fool.
I appreciate the respect problem and also the logic of not infecting your co-workers, but some workers have more complicated and intractable problems and it just bothers me that people often just pretend that stuff doesn't exist.
The other half of my issues this year not specifically related to staph have been because of bipolar related insomnia, so I absolutely know what this is like. Some of my employers have been very understanding (like this one) others have definitely given me a hard time over it. This is why FMLA exists. I wish there wasn't a one-year barrier to entry, as it kind of screws people with recurring issues, but if you can make it that far you're at least protected from being fired for having a chronic condition.
I'm one month away from a full year on the job and boy am I counting those days.
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They can't fire you for things protected by FMLA (and there are similar protections up here, though not quite the same), but any boss who wants to fire an employee can find a way.
And yes, as you pointed out, you need to make through that first year.
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They can't fire you for things protected by FMLA (and there are similar protections up here, though not quite the same), but any boss who wants to fire an employee can find a way.
And yes, as you pointed out, you need to make through that first year.
Yeah, but if it's a bunk reason and they can't prove it isn't you're entitled to unemployment, so at least you have a little income while jobless without prospects.
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Well, this is true.
And managers being shitty and creating imaginary reasons to fire people is hardly limited to just health issues. I've seen people railroaded so many times they oughtta give me an Engineer's license.
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I actually didn't know about the FMLA thing. I'm completely oblivious to things like that. As a matter of fact I don't even have my own bank account yet (my dad and I share the same name so he just cashes my checks for me).
I'm pretty sure that like 90% of my problems are physical manifestations of stress, which is why I am taking medicine and now that this is becoming a serious issue I'm looking for psychologists in my area.
I trust that somehow things are just going to work out, but getting there is taking a toll.
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Sounds to me like you're trying to enable positive change in your life, in this and in looking for a new job. Things are clearly rough now but you're working to get them better and fundamentally that's about the best anyone can be doing.
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I made it to work today. Got a flat tire 1/3 of the way through my shift. LOL.
Man, when it rains, it pours
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if you knew how to change it, you can at least consider yourself superior to 45% of your peers!
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It seems the more I advance in life, the harder simple things become. I can't work anymore.
I usually need 20-30 minutes by myself before I can concentrate and do some actual work. When I lived in my parents house, that period was being constantly reset by parents that felt that boy surely was doing NOTHING just sitting at the computer like that.
Now, it's neurotic co-workers that don't realize a manager's purpose is to keep the working people calm and unworried and a hormonally overloaded wife that breaks into tears if I as much as suggest she order pizza for dinner on her own.
I wonder what it feels like when you bash your head against the wall so hard it breaks your skull.
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Really hurts! Plus, you get blood everywhere.
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Yeah, I've gotten to the point where I just need to specifically itemize every single thing I have to do so I can dash directly to it during the periods when people let me deal with my own stuff. And then I have to balance THAT with the need to do something besides transform into some kind of A-type robot, so that when people interrupt me in the middle of something it's 50/50 going to be something non-productive, so I get a whole lot of WHY YOU SO LAZY BRENTAI?
Take pleasure in all that you have, because it's all that you have.
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Car broke down
Smashed face against fence
almost got mugged
was suppsoed to be aweek long vacation.
fweeeeeeeeeeeee
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So I had explosive diarrhea today I wasn't able to get to a bathroom in time.
While I was downtown. In public.
Miles away from home.
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Oh shit
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Oh shit
I love you
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Cha cha cha
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Shit Days
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The irony was not lost on me.
My sphincter control, on the other hand, was.
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My day wasn't tip top today.
I feel victimized.
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(http://i.imgur.com/w3kGP.jpg)
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So yesterday my AC just turned the fuck off, which in Arizona in fucking July is a NON-TRIVIAL PROBLEM. So today, early as I can I call up the company that installed my heat pump, because I have a ten year full coverage warranty. Good news so far! So the heating guy comes out and tells me that there's no power to the roof, the breaker is dead, and there's probably a short somewhere. Cool, now I have to call someone I have to pay. So I do a little research and get an electrician in here. He's a nice guy, but I am 100% poor, especially since it's the latter half of the month, so I'm sweating bullets (which I would be doing anyway because it is 90 degrees inside my fucking house), because I have no idea how deep this rabbit hole is going to go. Turns out by breaker box is a million years old and no longer made, and the company doesn't exist, so you have to buy third party parts which, instead of like 20 dollars, cost 70-ish. So he goes, buys a new one, plugs it in, and it fries. So there's a short, and unfortunately that really is the only way to find out.
Now he goes up on the roof looking for the short, and boy does he find it because he tosses down a huge handful of scorched wire for me to examine. So now he has to buy another breaker, some other parts for the new connection to the heat pump, and add another hour of work to the bill.
Finally, it all gets done, and thanks to him actually being a really cool guy, I'm only cleaned out and not overrun on everything.
Easily the worst part of the day was the constant, sphincter tightening terror at how deep this fucking rabbit hole was going to go. Fortunately it stopped exactly where my funds did. Unfortunately I am wiped out until the first.
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Man I reached some kind of nirvana peak of shit-not-giving so many things went stupid today. Suffice to say had I not knowingly taken the whole day off shit would have been flipped. Long story short the last two weeks and few hundred bucks of medical treatment were for naught because I got handed the wrong container.
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My dad, who owes me $700, just asked me to ask my mother and grandparents if any of them could loan him $1000 in exchange for $100/month for the next 12 months. There isn't really any guarantee that he would be able to get that.
Back when half of England was rioting I really didn't understand how poverty and oppression could cause general riots (that weren't directed at, say, banks or police stations). I think I get it now. I'm not saying I'm oppressed or that I'm going to go incite a riot. I'm just saying I understand.
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I know this isn't really a "Shit day" thing, but I feel like i've gotten into a real rut lately, I can't find a job, so pretty much all I do is hang out on my computer, checking websites and chatting to friends. When it's busy or there's lots of people to talk to, it's fine, but there's been a lot of times lately when i've literally sat there hitting refresh on a bunch of websites for hours on end.
The big problem is, there's not much else I can do. I get sick of games super easy lately, I can't draw, And I live in a tiny town with nothing in it, so I can't go out and hang with friends or go to shops or anything.
I feel like getting a job, or at least finding out what I want to do course-wise, would help a lot, I just feel unmotivated about everything. Most of the times i'm honestly fairly content with doing nothing, but sometimes it just really gets to me and I Hate feeling like i'm not going anywhere.
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Yeah, I did that when I was unemployed. I think it's fairly common. You have nothing to do, nothing to work towards, so you just repeat the same things over and over again and get depressed.
...I don't really have any sort of magic solution, though. What snapped me out of it was finally finding a job. Maybe you could go volunteer somewhere? Library? Park? Something? Even in a small town there should be some volunteer organizations for local things.
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I sit around all day an hit refresh on websites with low traffic even though I am employed.
I wouldn't feel too bad about it, so long as you don't give up looking for work. That's a much bigger problem/warning sign. But it sounds like you're still looking, so just hang in there.
Also, yeah, volunteering when you've got no work is something both Starr and I have done. That's definitely a good suggestion.
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I gave up looking for work a while ago when I applied to everything multiple times, was told "We'll contact you if something comes up" and the Now Hiring sign stayed up.
After repeatedly checking, double checking, triple checking, and going so far as to call in a favor from a friend of the family to give me a mock interview and tell me what I was doing wrong, and what to do better.
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:itsatrap:
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I sit around all day an hit refresh on websites with low traffic even though I am employed.
I wouldn't feel too bad about it, so long as you don't give up looking for work. That's a much bigger problem/warning sign. But it sounds like you're still looking, so just hang in there.
Also, yeah, volunteering when you've got no work is something both Starr and I have done. That's definitely a good suggestion.
It also looks better on a resume than a long stretch of unemployment.
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I gave up looking for work
It used to be that going someplace in person could help your case. Not so sure anymore.
i've literally sat there hitting refresh on a bunch of websites for hours on end
This happens to me occasionally, and it is a sign of bad, addiction and depression. If you find yourself doing it while the sun is out, walk for 20-40 minutes. Usually the sunshine and exercise can pull me out of the funk long enough that I can get back to being productive.
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I'll probably be at my old job again once it starts to warm up, so that's something to look forwards to at least. I sort of feel like lyrai does, though. I've been applying for jobs so long, I never seem to get jobs that I apply for, my first real job, I got through my job network people putting me in for an interview, because I had been unemployed so long, and my last job and my semi-current job, I got through my dad.
I've literally applied for thousands of jobs, I've probably gotten a few dozen interviews over the years, And of those, i've gotten one job, which was alright, but they fired all the workers on christmas to hire new ones.
It's just really easy to get burned out, But I'll give my boss a ring soon and see if he wants me again this summer, that'll make the future seem a bit brighter, at least.
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I told you guys how I was hired for my current job, right? Got called at 9 sharp in the morning - at this point I'd been solo for a couple years and used to waking up around noon unless I had an interview, so I was more than a little out of it when I answered. Plus I had been getting steady rejection calls the whole time, so I was all ready for that. Recruiter gives me the usual spiel, you know -
"So I wanted to thank you for interviewing with us the other day."
"Mm-hm."
"Management was very impressed with your skills."
"Right."
"But there are a few areas where you need improvement."
"Yes, yes I know."
"So if you're willing to work on that, we'd like to make you an offer."
"Okay than... uh... errr... did you say an offer?"
"Yes."
"..."
"Hello?"
"Hello, yes. Can we... can we start this conversation over?"
I guess my point is that if you keep trying past the point of really caring there's still a chance that an opportunity might suddenly clonk you in the back of the head. I'm not Pollyanna enough to believe that sheer determination is going to solve everyone's problems but it's a better choice than just shutting down without another plan, so chin up, I guess.
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Check around for any new construction of big stores, too. If you don't mind just looking for retail work, they'll have cattle calls sometime prior to the grand opening where they're more desperate for competent pairs of hands than competent fully rounded employees. It worked for me last time, anyway.
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That's how I got my last regular job, new target store was opening up and my job network people put an application in for me.
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Target stores? In Australia?
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It's a completely different company to the american one, they just bought the logo and name to use in australia.
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We had our move all planned out. My fiance has all his stuff in a storage unit in Dallas. He's in Orlando for work. The plan was something like this:
- He flies to Orlando from OKC then flies back to DFW Friday night.
- When he gets there at 8pm, spend the night packing the storage unit stuff into a Uhaul.
- He drives up early Saturday, two local movers are there to unload the truck.
- Movers come to the apartment and pack up my stuff.
- Movers unload my stuff at the house.
- We try to get as much done by Sunday afternoon when we both leave for different business trips.
It wasn't TOO crazy until he found out ten minutes ago that his flight was canceled and the next flight out is at noon tomorrow.
I think what's happening now is his parents just both left work early and are packing his storage unit stuff now, and will drive up tonight and help me out. I am really not prepared for them to see the pit of filth that is my half-packed apartment.
Also the heat index is still 121. Although the high tomorrow is only 111 so yay
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dont melt
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Uh, holy crap.
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Since you posted that thing where roads buckled and streetlamps melted, you are treating this like a dangerous-to-your-health emergency operation, right?
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didn't die
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That doesn't go in this thread.
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died
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Oh shit a zombie.
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"So this one time my buddy Keith was helpin' this girl move house, right? Only it was really hot out, like you know that hot when the dumpsters catch fire? Yeah! That hot! So anyway, it turned out that Keith didn't notice these melting streetlamps and- "
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NOT NOW, ELLIS!
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So power was out at the theatre today for almost an hour and a half. Trying to explain why we we couldn't just start the movies over when the power came back on and that we had to cancel the rest of the sets that evening was like pulling teeth.
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So power was out at the theatre today for almost an hour and a half. Trying to explain why we we couldn't just start the movies over when the power came back on and that we had to cancel the rest of the sets that evening was like pulling teeth.
Okay, I'm actually curious. Like, if the movie starts at 5 and power goes out at 5:30, obviously you just refund the money for that showing. But if it comes back at 7, why can the 8:00 showing not proceed? Is it just a matter of "stop pre-selling tickets and send people home because you don't know when the power will be back"?
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Because your movie stopped 30 minutes into it with 1/4 of the film on one table and 3/4 of the film on another and then stayed that way the entire time the power was off. You can't exactly rewind a three platter film system so you have to play out the entire rest of the movie before you're ready to go again.
(http://www.waterwinterwonderland.com/images/drivein/240/V%5EPlatter_System_-_photo_from_Kim_Connel.jpg)
Also this person is stupid, who puts uninsulated cups on a film platter!?
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Guys without fingers apparently
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So power was out at the theatre today for almost an hour and a half. Trying to explain why we we couldn't just start the movies over when the power came back on and that we had to cancel the rest of the sets that evening was like pulling teeth.
the only thing worse than this is when you have to explain that an entire evening's showing of a film is cancelled because the projectionist dropped the fucking reel
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So I go into the dentist for some tooth pain and find out I basically need to get a root canal as soon as possible. (so next week) I've hit the cap on my insurance, so I have to pay out of pocket. So that's a nice random 800-900 bucks down the drain. I can afford it, but it's still annoying as hell.
I really wasn't expecting to have a crown in my 20s.
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I have like 6. ::(:
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So power was out at the theatre today for almost an hour and a half. Trying to explain why we we couldn't just start the movies over when the power came back on and that we had to cancel the rest of the sets that evening was like pulling teeth.
the only thing worse than this is when you have to explain that an entire evening's showing of a film is cancelled because the projectionist dropped the fucking reel
Or my favorite moment from my college projectionist days, explaining that we would be stopped until we could replace the projector's power plug, which had spontaneously caught on fire. These were always very special projectors:
(http://i.imgur.com/rZYMJ.png)
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"Why is that man wearing blacksmithing equipment?" "Changing the light bulb."
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So I go into the dentist for some tooth pain and find out I basically need to get a root canal as soon as possible. (so next week) I've hit the cap on my insurance, so I have to pay out of pocket. So that's a nice random 800-900 bucks down the drain. I can afford it, but it's still annoying as hell.
I really wasn't expecting to have a crown in my 20s.
If it's not one of your front teeth get it pulled. Root canals are a great way for dentists to revenue, since most of the time they're going to result in you going back to get it extracted in a couple of years anyway.
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(http://i.imgur.com/rZYMJ.png)
I'm worried that if you tried to run a lamp projector inside a countryside collage it would catch fire.
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If it's not one of your front teeth get it pulled. Root canals are a great way for dentists to revenue, since most of the time they're going to result in you going back to get it extracted in a couple of years anyway.
How are you supposed to deal with the gap in your teeth, exactly? That's going to cause problems down the line.
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If it's not one of your front teeth get it pulled. Root canals are a great way for dentists to revenue, since most of the time they're going to result in you going back to get it extracted in a couple of years anyway.
How are you supposed to deal with the gap in your teeth, exactly? That's going to cause problems down the line.
Live in Oklahoma.
Seriously, Mars, don't listen to this advice. It is bad advice. Crowns are excellent.
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If it's not one of your front teeth get it pulled. Root canals are a great way for dentists to revenue, since most of the time they're going to result in you going back to get it extracted in a couple of years anyway.
How are you supposed to deal with the gap in your teeth, exactly? That's going to cause problems down the line.
Live in Oklahoma.
Seriously, Mars, don't listen to this advice. It is bad advice. Crowns are excellent.
Wow, I instantly regret any time I have ever defended you. That was a low blow. Get fucked, dude.
Buge, I've had a few of my back molars extracted because it was the choice between a root canal and an extraction. An extraction's about a hundred bucks, a root canal is about 900 but all the pre-crown work is another 1500. I debated about it, but my dentist was actually honest with me about it and told me about half the time the root canal doesn't work and they have to pull the tooth anyway. Even if they dont, you're living in borrowed time, because eventually the crown will fail and you'll still have to get the tooth pulled!
If it's not one of your front teeth nobody will ever notice it, and you get used to moving food around to avoid the gap, or you don't notice the gap at all since the food gets minced by the teeth around it. It's subconcious, like chewing with the other side of your mouth when you get a toothache. You don't even think about it.
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You can get implants, they're just more expensive than the root canal and crown combined.
Personally I detest the idea of losing natural teeth (even though they lose themselves just fine) but that's kinda my hangup.
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Wow, I instantly regret any time I have ever defended you.
That's kind of a low blow too.
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Live in Oklahoma.
Wow, I instantly regret any time I have ever defended you. That was a low blow. Get fucked, dude.
I don't think that's any lower than you insulting Oklahoma City pretty harshly when you thought I lived there.
to everyone who has never been to Oklahoma city;
Despite having the largest square mileage of any city in the USA, I don't think any building is higher than a mailbox and most of them are held up on cinderblocks with a boot on the foundation. No offense to MCE, but the last time I was in OKC I drove down the wrong street and dueling banjos started playing with a ranchero accordian and trumpet accompaniment.
I don't find it personally offensive, but if you live in OK and still have this kind of bias, wouldn't it make sense for someone else to make a joke about being toothless and living in OK?
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I was making a light hearted joke not targeted at an individual. I don't know, I guess there's no difference, I'm sorry?
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I didn't interpret TA's comment as directed at you specifically but I've been wrong before
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I guess TA will clarify it eventually but I figured the implication was "nobody would notice your missing teeth".
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I guess TA will clarify it eventually but I figured the implication was "nobody would notice your missing teeth".
raggin' on oklahoma and oklahomans is not the same as raggin' on shinra
check your privilege
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ok I'm sorry guys :( i overreacted
(http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm50/mew4foxtailninja/Fav%20anime%20and%20manga/sad-dog.jpg)
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oklahomans
They're called Oklahomos. Oklahomies is also acceptable.
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Oklabroma
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It's one of my front teeth (right behind the canine and I'm already missing the ones to the sides of my very front teeth) so the entire argument is silly!
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YOU'RE silly!
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Today I found out that the guy I'm staying with has never seen fit to invest in a plunger. I also found out that his toilet plugs up quite a bit. Luckily wal-mart had some super-plunge-o-matic thing and the problem is now resolved. Still embarrassing though.
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What does he do all the other times it plugs up?
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No idea.
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What does he do all the other times it plugs up?
Wait until someone else tries to use it and then blame them.
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What does he do all the other times it plugs up?
Duke Nukem Video Insult #6 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bg3Q5BEMUag#)
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The tracking number for a package of expensive lolita clothes says that it was delivered to me yesterday. I never saw it. Further bothering of the post office reveals that the delivery driver says he left it in front of my door. In an unlocked apartment building in a large complex. I've cried a lot, dumpster dived, opened a police report, checked craigslist, told the apartment office and asked at the clothing consignment shop across the street. Oh, and taped a note to my door asking the mail carrier to not leave packages outside my door.
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I would raise hell with the post office too. Depending on who you bought it from and how, you might be able to get a refund as you never signed for anything. Even if you can't get a refund through the buyer, you might get one through your credit card issuer or paypal if you used either of those to pay.
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Priority Mail doesn't require a signature, so there's nothing I can do there. The seller was just some girl in Virginia. And looking at PayPal's claim policy, I don't see a way to file a claim that was not the seller's fault.
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You are allowed to file a claim through paypal for a non-received item, but yes the seller will be responsible in that case.
I would seriously beat someone at the post office until money comes out.
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....I think I will actually ask to see the policy where it is procedure to leave a package outside a door in an unsecured building. The mail deliverer I talked to today thinks that's wrong.
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The fact that you have a clear note on your door specifically telling them not to do that may actually matter too, so I would definitely bring that up.
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She put the note on the door after the fact, though.
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Check and see if she got insurance. If not you might be screwed, as I don't think priority has any obligations that they need to meet in order to leave it at your house. We frequently get stuff left right on our front lawn and aside from asking them to hold the package before it come to your local post office, there really isn't anything you can do if the sender didn't get insurance.
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I think you should file a claim with paypal. The seller should have paid for insurance or used a different shipping service. Priority mail is notorious for theft - both in their offices and at delivery locations - and no reputable shipper should be using it to ship anything valuable. From my experience, priority mail is a service you use to ship heavy, cheap shit. You should be using signature-required UPS for something valuable.
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This isn't a retailer, this is some girl in Virginia.
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My rhomboid muscle is all fucked up for some damned reason. It's made my right shoulder joint ache for literally the entire day.
I swear my life has just become the litany of random aches and pains that come along and cripple me for a day or three before vanishing again.
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Sounds like my sex life.
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The good news is: that probably doesn't mean anything bad.
The bad news is: it's never getting better.
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I swear my life has just become the litany of random aches and pains that come along and cripple me for a day or three before vanishing again.
Mongrel
seriously
how old are you
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TOO DAMNED OLD.
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Don't worry man, you're only as old as you feeeuuuhhh never mind.
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TOO DAMNED OLD FOR THIS SHIT.
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My rhomboid muscle is all fucked up for some damned reason. It's made my right shoulder joint ache for literally the entire day.
I swear my life has just become the litany of random aches and pains that come along and cripple me for a day or three before vanishing again.
Once I went to the hospital for an appendicitis scare before deciding to just keep my bloody mouth shut unless a) I am actually bleeding or b) more than 3 symptoms of a heart attack.
And it turns out most pains do go away if you ignore them!
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I did that and now my left knee is permanently fucked up in ways my doctor still won't explain properly. I tried to do that for my skin condition because it didn't bug me at all and I almost left a welcome mat out for cancer to take over my body.
The theory of STOIC WALL always makes me laugh. I mean nobody likes a whiner or a hypochondriac, but keeping quiet about legitimate pain isn't supposed to give you some kind of award unless there's a guy bleeding to death beside you. Even then, you should say something after triage is done.
My grandmother's been gone for a couple years now, but she'd have been gone a hell of a lot sooner if she hadn't spoken up about her discomfort after an operation a few years back.
You just have to keep some sensible perspective. I Didn't go see anybody for this shoulder thing, because yeah I know it will go away. The muscles that run into my neck are simply fucked up. A few days ago, my left nut hurt for three days straight like someone had kicked it that was no fun either but that went away too (it stopped a little while before I was thinking of actually going and seeing someone about it). It's not like I go run to my doctor every time something twinges.
And for whatever it's worth, I have in fact gone to the hospital for three symptoms of heart attack and don't regret doing so even though it wasn't one.
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Yeah you're right. Sorry.
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My knee is about as fucked up today as it's been in a long time, and I've been trying to take things easy on it where possible.
(I would like to go back to a doctor about it but have another two months before I have any health insurance.)
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Yeah you're right. Sorry.
Don't get me wrong. I wasn't mad at you and you have something of a point. Little irrelevant pains do go away (usually) and people are especially sensitive to hypochondria in a publically-run health system.
I think it's just comes down to knowing your body well (this is harder than it seems!) and being as honest with yourself as possible (which is even harder!). A good example is that nut thing. I didn't do anything at first because that just happens to me sometimes. What changed my mind was the fact that it was at a higher pain level (initially*) and it lasted way longer than it usually does. But then it went away and I decided not to go after all, though I may mention it the next time I see my doctor for a checkup or something.
I mean, I don't want to be some asshole whining over nothing, but nor do I want my nuts to fall off! So I just kinda have to play it by ear.
*This time while I was riding my motorbike (which has a nice big cushy seat - so that's not the cause). It is no fun to try and keep a motorbike upright in squirrely Toronto traffic when all of a sudden somebody kicks you in the nuts.
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Man, I am making it sound like my body is just falling apart aren't I?
I AM NOT ACTUALLY AT DEATH'S DOOR GUYS.
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I dunno, if you ride a motorcycle then worrying about the health of your bozackles is pretty valid.
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Among other things...
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I'm pretty sure I had similar symptoms (got some minor swelling) after a long car ride, but those dissipated after about 20-30 minutes. It was a lot like having a poor-circulation limb warm back up.
Yeah, the car ride was so boring one of my balls fell asleep. (Additional exciting details about this car ride available on request.)
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"Hey Mitch. You're a happy guy. Why?
No seriously. Why are you happy? Your life sucks and you have nothing going for you. I don't even think you have a sincere relationship with anyone. Why are you happy? "
"Uh. Hi?"
Weeeeeeeeee. Drunk friends are great.
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I listen to the Cheers theme when people call me Mitch.
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Which doesn't happen often seeing as that's not your name?
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Could've been worse. Those words could've come out of a drunk girlfriend!
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No, I listen to the Cheers theme song a hell of a lot.
Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
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At 2am this morning the smoke detector in my bedroom started chirping once per minute. It is wired, so it isn't a low battery, and I checked the breaker it is on. It stopped for a few minutes earlier and seems to have stopped for the moment but I am not sure it wont start back up again. It is impossible to sleep through and hard to even sit in the same room with and I have no idea when it is going to be fixed.
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Does it have no slot for a battery at all? The one in the apartment my sister just moved out of was also wired, but still started beeping and it had a battery slot. We assumed the wire was just to connect it with all the other smoke detectors in the building. Plus it probably needs a battery for when the power goes out.
Is there someone whose responsibility it is to make sure stuff like that is fixed that you can call?
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Smoke detectors in most newer houses are required to have wired electrical power with a battery backup. The battery degrades whether the device ever uses it or not so it will complain at you if the backup starts failing.
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This morning at 7 am I was woke up by knocking at the door and what not. So, I wake up, get dressed and go check it out. Group of religious nuts handing out full sized flyers about how god hates fags and brown people. I was trying to sleep and in no mood for their bullshit so I told them I was gay and my mom was Mexican so I'd thank them very much to get off my fucking porch. Haven't been able to properly fall asleep again since. Fuuuck that kind of shit pisses me off.
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Tomorrow: Malikial wakes up to a burning cross on his front lawn.
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Humans have this crazy habit of making tiered goals. Starting with "I want to be happy" they think "well I'll need a house and a gorgeous wife and some smart athletic kids." For that they need money. So they think "well I want to be a writer so I'll go to school for writing." But they need money for that too so they think "well I'll work at this minimum wage job and bust my ass for a little while and then I'll go to school." And of course it doesn't work out according to the plan of min wage -> school -> money -> wife -> kids -> happiness. instead it goes min wage -> accidental pregnancy -> loveless marriage -> misery -> death. The only way to prevent this is to focus on the next goal up, which is money, which is addictive. So you go to this minimum wage job and you avoid accidental pregnancy by denying yourself the pleasure of a modern sex life and meanwhile you're getting all this money and before long all you can think about is more money. Without a sex life you become bitter or apathetic toward romance in general and the idea of having a lovely wife becomes a pipe dream for someone further on down your family line, but certainly not you. So you settle for someone who's hot and stupid and you don't really love her but she'll give you the kids and hopefully you'll love them (I sure fucking hope you do because you're stuck with them for all intents and purposes) but you probably won't because they take all of your money and they are neither as athletic nor as smart as you dreamed they would be and your hot, stupid wife whom you don't love is probably out having sex with the gardener who long ago decided that money was stupid and instead he was going to work hard and get laid all the time and he's doing a much better job of it than you ever did.
The tragedy is that tiered goals work enough of the time that people keep trying them even when they start to fail, and there's really no other option (at least as far as I know) for making long term plans succeed.
So in the end we're all doomed to misery except for the gardener whose sole purpose in life is to get laid, and even he isn't all that happy because even though he's getting laid he's also shoveling cow shit 10 hours a day for some asshole who drives a Mercedes and sits in an air conditioned office thinking of ways to get more money than he could ever possibly fucking spend.
I've had a shit day.
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Money IS pretty stupid. As long as you've got enough to get by, you're good! Which honestly isn't a very large amount. It helps if you live in a country where medical care won't cost you several years of wages or whatever, though.
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Unfortunately I live in a country where the entire system was established by and for money addicts who never cared about love to begin with because they were born with money and started off at a young age not giving a shit about anything except more money.
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I can't help but be offended by various implications of this tirade.
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And of course I'm self-aware enough to wonder if my own quest for sex and love is any better than the Capitalist Dog's own quest for money. Were I to find either I have no idea if I'd be happy or be some kind of awful philanderer who lived multiple lives trying to receive as much love and affection as he could possibly get.
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I can't help but be offended by various implications of this tirade.
Yeah I'm offended by it too but it's in my head and I can't fucking ban myself from my head or I would have done so a long time ago.
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Unfortunately I live in a country where the entire system was established by and for money addicts who never cared about love to begin with because they were born with money and started off at a young age not giving a shit about anything except more money.
Wasn't your country actually founded by religious fanatics for whom money-hunger was merely an unfortunate side-effect?
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That's a misconception for a couple of reasons. Firstly, the pilgrims that came here looking for "religious freedom" (they actually just didn't like the way religion was handled in England at the time. nobody forced them out they were just kinda like "eh this isn't working") aren't the founders. Most of the country was farming operations that were run by people who were already rich and offered the very poor a "new life" in exchange for labor. New England is where the religious shit went down, but everything south of that was tobacco production (maybe some cotton? it's been a while).
The founding fathers as we know them weren't really poor. We like to say that they were all self-made men but they didn't start from scratch so much as they had a lot of work ethic, which starting from scratch will actually diminish fairly efficiently. But there's a reason Ben Franklin is on our $100 bill. They also weren't very religious. Deism was the popular philosophy among intellectuals of the time period. Jefferson is famous for having cut up a Holy Bible and only keeping the parts he thought were relevant.
Edit: <Insert insensitive statement about how moving upward in a class structure is and always has been a myth>
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Er, that wasn't a request for a lesson in history I actually do know.
Maybe I should've added a :whoops: above, but I suspect you would have posted the same reply anyway.
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Sorry, I like to talk and it's something I know a bit about. I got excited to share.
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I don't really think being really interested in money is any worse than being really interested in love. Everyone's just got different ideas of what they want, and shouldn't really be looked down on for pursuing those ideas.
Well, except when it hurts other people, of course.
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Arctic Monkeys A Certain Romance (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUGzWETn1HQ#)
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I, for one, like the concept that you can't have casual sex without pregnancy.
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When did NexAdruin turn into Spram Lite?
(50% less sodium than regular Spram.)
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Diet Spram? Spram Zero?
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That's a bit much. I don't really think we have to start worrying based on one minor meltdown.
Unless he starts stalking rich people.
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I, for one, like the concept that you can't have casual sex without pregnancy.
It's Akin's corollary: Women get extra-pregnant while wanting and enjoying sex.
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I was thinking along the same lines as R2. If I'm not mistaken, this isn't the first post in this vein.
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Spent about an hour talking my mom through fixing her truck over the phone at work today. I hate that I'm so terrible at visualizing and explaining stuff if its not right in front of me.
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I, for one, like the concept that you can't have casual sex without pregnancy.
This isn't at all what I said but okay yeah sure.
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I must not know what the definition of "a modern sex life" is, then. I assumed you meant the kind of sex lives people have that could simply be described as modern, without needing further explanation or simply refer to "traditional" monogamous situations.
Edited for clarity.
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Nex at this point I think all you can do is admit that you said some stupid shit because you were having a bad day and leave it at that. We've all been there buddy, it ain't the end of the world.
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You also could have read the rest of the post that included a gardener fucking your wife without getting her pregnant.
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Nex at this point I think all you can do is admit that you said some stupid shit because you were having a bad day and leave it at that. We've all been there buddy, it ain't the end of the world.
You know, Joxam, I'd love to say that I don't believe this stuff to be true. I'd love to say that I think I have a chance of being happy. But we can't afford - and should not - ignore that these thoughts went through my head and seemed valid enough to type. Anger doesn't open a portal into someone else's head and put negative worldviews in. Anger is the result of already-negative worldviews.
Some of the stuff I said was harsh. Nobody wants to think that their wife is fucking a gardener. And for what it's worth, I'm not even saying that this particular pattern of events is the norm. I'm saying plans fall apart no matter what, in part because we lose sight of the next step, and then we end up miserable.
Also, for the record, I don't think chasing love is really any different from chasing money, except that money is addictive as hell and from an early age we are all told many times to keep chasing it forever and ever and a lot of people never stop to ask why, even when they've got more than they'll ever need.
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I said this in IRC a few days ago and it remains true. You need to get laid, man.
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I've never understood why people think that's a helpful thing to say to people with self-esteem issues.
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Alls I know is that biting the hands that are trying to smooth things over for you probably isn't a good idea.
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You also could have read the rest of the post that included a gardener fucking your wife without getting her pregnant.
Yes, but it's really, really hard to read "you avoid accidental pregnancy by denying yourself the pleasure of a modern sex life" any other way.
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In my experience, wives are a lot more likely to fuck neighbors than gardeners. And no, I've never been married.
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Which means that Ted has been the neighbor before.
:suave:
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You also could have read the rest of the post that included a gardener fucking your wife without getting her pregnant.
Yes, but it's really, really hard to read "you avoid accidental pregnancy by denying yourself the pleasure of a modern sex life" any other way.
This is one of the things that people do. It is not the smartest thing to do but it happens. Besides, in the example not having sex is not merely an attempt to avoid pregnancy (I painted it as that, but it's bigger). The reason you're trying to avoid pregnancy is because you're busy getting (addicted to) money, and social relationships of any type get in the way of that at after a point.
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I tell you this buddy: You can definitely get addicted to love. With or without the sex part (but the sex can also be addictive).
I guess the moral of your rant is not to focus so narrowly unless it's something you enjoy focusing on.
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Especially with a harem like the Robert Palmer girls.
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Which means that Ted has been the neighbor before.
:suave:
Ted is everyone's neighbour, he's constantly at warp 10.
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You also could have read the rest of the post that included a gardener fucking your wife without getting her pregnant.
Yes, but it's really, really hard to read "you avoid accidental pregnancy by denying yourself the pleasure of a modern sex life" any other way.
This is one of the things that people do. It is not the smartest thing to do but it happens. Besides, in the example not having sex is not merely an attempt to avoid pregnancy (I painted it as that, but it's bigger). The reason you're trying to avoid pregnancy is because you're busy getting (addicted to) money, and social relationships of any type get in the way of that at after a point.
I try to avoid pregnancy because I don't want kids. Plenty of people who don't have money don't have kids. I would argue money is the last thing on the list of concerns for why people who don't want children don't want children. Obviously it's there, but I don't think it's nearly as important as you think it is.
What exactly is this conversation about? It's been 3 pages of meandering euphemism with people responding to various parts of that euphemism. Are you just philosophically done with the world at this point or is this euphemism all related to something greater that's happening in your life that you want to share with us to get validation for, but don't want to tell us about?
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It could also be not having a clue what he wants to tell us about.
It's not like our brains are perfect self-analyzing machines.
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It could also be not having a clue what he wants to tell us about.
It's not like our brains are perfect self-analyzing machines.
I think this is it if anything. I'm as much frustrated with myself as I am frustrated with anything else right now. Probably moreso.
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I noticed last night that my cat has lost a lot of weight. Took him to a vet today, they did x-rays, he has an 8cm mass in his abdomen and hasn't eaten in 3-4 days. Going in for an ultrasound tomorrow, to find out whether surgery can help or whether I'm gonna lose him.
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:( Really sorry. My last dog had the same shit happen to him. Cancer is such a fuck.
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;___; same thing happened to Wew too. I'm sorry man.
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:( Really sorry. My last dog had the same shit happen to him. Cancer is such a fuck.
Don't even know if it's cancer or what, yet. Gonna find out tomorrow, I guess.
Guy's 9, he's supposed to have a few more years in him.
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I'm so sorry.
My friends just had to have their 7 year old bulldog put down because of that. :(
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/me hugs TA
I hope the little dear's okay.
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Got the ultrasound. It's almost certainly cancer, FNA will give the final details in time for the oncologist visit Tuesday. It's on his small intestine, but not causing a blockage, and his kidneys, liver, and spleen all look and test fine. So, hopefully this is fixable.
Cat still looks awful, but he doesn't seem to be in distress aside from having his belly shaved. He's practically skin and bones, huge hollows by his flanks, protruding spine and hips, and even his head feels boney to the touch. It's a testament to how big of a cat he is that even like that, dude weighs 17 pounds.
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So he's one of the fat cats.
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Not even fat. Skin and bones, now. Just huge.
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Lymphoma.
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Is... is that treatable? I admit I don't know much about cats, being severely allergic.
Either way, you have my sympathies.
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Is... is that treatable? I admit I don't know much about cats, being severely allergic.
Either way, you have my sympathies.
Treatable, maybe. Curable, no. He's on chemo now. In a couple weeks, I'll know whether the cancer is in remission - if not, he pretty much has to be put down then, but if it is, still only about a 15% chance of him living to see summer.
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I'm so sorry, TA. :(
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As hard as it is, the only advice I can give is not to try and have him put down within two weeks either side of Christmas day. If it looks like you'll have to put him down, do it earlier.
Not because of bad memories or associations (though those are legitimate considerations for some people), or because it's more convenient (an asinine reason), but because trying to nail down a vet who'll do it properly at that time of year is something you definitely don't want to be doing.
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So my brother's in-laws are trying to cheat him and his wife out of their children.
I... literally have never conceived of anything so horrible. This man and woman are trying to steal their daughter's babies.
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Uh, cheat them out of their kids how?
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Alright, so here's the story abridged: one of their twin baby boys had some bleeding in the head (of which the cause is still sort of unknown) and the doctors called Child Protective Services on them. The mother-in-law and her wealthy husband footed the bill for a high-priced lawyer. Awfully nice of them, right?
They then proceeded to draw out the process abnormally long and convinced the parents to sign over custody to them as a means of keeping CPS from placing the children into foster care (which it now seems they apparently never had any intention of actually doing), and are now refusing to let my mother -- who it should be noted is legally allowed to care for the children unsupervised -- to babysit them.
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That's pretty low. Does the biological mother have any legal recourse?
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Well, it's not permanent custody. They CAN get their kids back, assuming things work out.
For now all they can do is grin and play nice.
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Harnessing The Power Of Cat (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7zclsbtWV4#)
Requiescat in pace, Big Orange.
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:( You have my sympathies, TA.
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What a lovely cat, I bet he had a happy life with you. Sorry to hear he's gone. *Hug*
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Today I learned that a longtime friend lost a fight against depression.
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:( I'm sorry for your loss
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Another sympathetic frowny face goes here.
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Really sorry to hear that, Lyrai. :(
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Sorry, lyrai. *Hugs forever*
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My little sister got hit by a car.
She seems to be OK apart from a broken nose and some scrapes but she's in a hospital in another city so I can't do anything but sit here and wait for messages from my mother and feel shitty/worried. So it could have been worse but all in all still pretty lame :T
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That's rough. I'm glad she's okay.
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I'm glad to hear your mother is with her at least, so she's not alone. But yeah, that sucks.
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my car broke down while I was heading in from a delivery. it isn't worth fixing, but at the same time I need a car for my job.
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so... it is worth fixing, then?
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no, I need to buy a new car.
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What's wrong with it? Unless you messed something up by ignoring oil or coolant issues, most anything on a car can be fixed for a 'still worth it' price.
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What's wrong with it? Unless you messed something up by ignoring oil or coolant issues, most anything on a car can be fixed for a 'still worth it' price.
Yeah, if you can fix a car for 200 or 300 bucks (most repairs are in this range) it is almost always worth fixing it over replacing it, esp. if you aren't paying payments on the car. If you want a new car, rather than get stuck buying one when you're in the midst of an emergency, save money and keep driving the new one until you have catastrophic failure of some kind, e.g. transmission or engine failure.
The last time I got doom and gloomy about my car, I managed to get it fixed for eighty dollars.
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/me cough
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Really does depend on what went wrong with it. If you're not mechnically-inclined, LOTS of things can cost way more than $200-$300 to have fixed.
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What R^2 is kind-of pointing out is that the fix is only a cheaper option if it's permanent and the only thing wrong with the vehicle. If the thing is a rolling time bomb then it's easy to wind up in a position where maintenance is way higher than the cost of buying something that just fucking works. I've been down that road too.
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All I meant was it generally costs less than $100 to buy a part from a junkyard and plug it in and get the car running again until you're in a position to get a better vehicle, anyway.
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If you're not mechnically-inclined, LOTS of things can cost way more than $200-$300 to have fixed.
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Right, but I would generally assume that the people I'm talking to on the internet A) know what a search engine is B) can handle a ratchet (that is, have hands) C) can follow Lego diagrams. I suppose I'm giving a bit in not just thinking everyone's some kind of simp.
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The ability to follow a manual is good, but having some inherent familiarity with cars, even if only basic stuff, is still pretty important.
Anyway, why don't we wait to see what's Nex says is wrong with it.
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Never say a car isn't worth fixing until you've gotten an estimate from at least two professionals. Just saying.
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Man, It's been a long time since I had a sub-$800 mechanic bill.
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Man, It's been a long time since I had a sub-$800 mechanic bill.
Try another mechanic. Like I said, always get a second opinion with these guys. A lot of the time they're taking you for a rube and trying to fuck you.
I had a guy in a Meineke once tell me that my model of car could never go out of alignment, so if I had an alignment issue it had to be a problem with the front end. I also had a guy tell me my frame was bent, so they couldn't do one repair without doing another one that would have cost many thousands of dollars first. Both of these mechanics were lying to me.
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I had a guy in a Meineke once tell me that my model of car could never go out of alignment
Haha, oh man, wow. That's some human-caricature level shit right there.
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My current mechanic is goddamn amazing. I went in there to get an alignment done and the front end was fucked up so badly they just went over, said "forget about it", (the damage to the front end has totalled the car, so it's not worth repairing - another sign of a good mechanic is when they're willing to tell you to cut your losses instead of pushing you for repairs exceeding the value of the vehicle) and comped me an hour worth of fucking around under my hood. I had an issue with a blown vacuum hose earlier this year and they charged me eighty dollars to fix it. If I'd taken it to a less reputable shop I probably would have gotten bent over on both repairs.
My last car made a trip to a mechanic's shop and they pulled the cables for the AC unit during a winter repair so they could go back and charge for the AC repair when summer rolled around (pretty much anything on the AC system is 800-1200 dollars) so this is the kind of people we're dealing with.
Learn how to fix minor shit yourself (it's a lot easier than you'd think - get a service manual and some socket wrenches, seriously) and for major shit SHOP AROUND. Don't go to mechanics that have brand names. If they're a a chain and have more than eight stores, look someplace else. Those places are all about profit, and profit means upselling and fucking their customers. They make money on volume, not repeat business.
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Things you should be able to do in your driveway / parking lot of the auto repair shop / your apartment parking lot/garage:
Oil change (if you can find a place to do it for 20 bucks, I think this is too time consuming to do yourself...)
Brake replacement (if your brakes squeal when you brake)
Brake bleeding (if your pedal is gushy and falls to the floor)
Battery replacement
Battery cable replacement
Alternator replacement*
Serpentine belt replacement
Air filter replacement
Virtually any hose replacement
Charging your air conditioner
* Just a note about alternator replacement: on some cars this is ludicrously easy, and on some cars this is the hardest fucking thing in the world to do. It depends on whether or not the people who designed the car were fucking retarded. In my car, you have to remove the crankshaft to put in a new alternator. I found this out AFTER I'd taken a day off work to do the job. Considering you have to remove the engine from the vehicle to do this, this is obviously something that requires a trip to the shop. It's also virtually gauranteed to turn a 200 dollar repair into an 800 dollar repair.
If you need to get brakes done and aren't confident you can do it yourself, call the mechanic's shop first and ask if they will let you supply your own parts. You can save an easy 20-40 bucks this way and supplying the parts yourself means you won't get stuck with their garbage parts that they buy in bulk and markup 200%. Every mechanic does this, honest or not. If you need rotors replaced, find out if the mechanic will spin them for you, and if they won't or it costs a lot (it really shouldn't) put your car up on blocks, take the rotors into an auto parts store and have them spin the rotors for you. New rotors are fucking EXPENSIVE so don't let your mechanic force you to buy new ones unless your current rotors are completely shot. (if they were made inside the last ten years, they should be good for the entire life of your vehicle or close to it. Seriously, I was driving on completely shot brakes for 4 months and they were still good after a spin. If you change your brakes on time, you will almost NEVER need to replace rotors)
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I like to do the oil change myself, because I don't feel like burning my vehicle if some don't-give-a-fuck idiot can't be bothered to put in the drain plug or filter in right. Plus it is basically the easiest thing to do other than changing a tire:
1) Take out drain plug & let drain
2) Remove filter (which, in fairness is the only poorly-designed thing on my bike - the oil filter well only has a quater-inch of clearance around the filter)
3) Put in new filter (add a little oil to the gasket to ensure a good seal)
4) Put drain plug back in, refill with appropriate amount and type of oil
5) Take old oil out for disposal (there are car places that will take it)
My front brakes are so squeally. The rotors are warped to hell and the pads are probably partially glazed even though they're not that worn down (still well within specs). I really should get them replaced, but the braking power isn't too bad (it's not GREAT, but eh...).
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My front brakes are so squeally. The rotors are warped to hell and the pads are probably partially glazed even though they're not that worn down (still well within specs). I really should get them replaced, but the braking power isn't too bad (it's not GREAT, but eh...).
Yeah, this is me in a nutshell. I had it get so bad at one point that I was breaking on two thin strips of metal and half a rotor. The car still stopped, amazingly, but it sounded like I was running chunks of metal in a garbage disposal every time I hit the brakes.
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Not really the end of the world here, but still shitty.
We're sending out our Christmas cards. My grandpa's with my aunt for Christmas, so I figured we'd send his card there. I was looking for a larger envelope to send both cards together, so I started sifting through leftover cards from previous years.
I found a neat little pile of envelopes all addressed to my family and didn't understand at first. Then we figured it out: since we were so busy dealing with Wew's sudden cancer, Starr and I both thought the other had mailed them.
So not a single person in my family got their Christmas cards last year.
Er.
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The car was old and had a lot of problems. It currently doesn't even start despite all our best efforts. We knew it was going to stop working soon we were just hoping it'd make it another couple months.
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Job is going well. More hours, up for a raise in a new week. Girl I've been interested in for a few months now just confessed affection for me. Getting respect from the family.
Life's been good.
Totaled car. I'm a delivery driver so there goes my hours. And maybe the raise. And maybe my job. Hard to date someone who lives 30 minutes away if neither have cars. Family is pissed I wrecked the car.
That seems about right, yeah. Got actually happy there for a day or two.
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Jeez are you okay at least?
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Yeaaah. Which somehow makes it more stupid.
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I bought Starr a fairly-rare thingy (not a magic card) as a Christmas present from some guy online. He's got an established shop with a good rep, so this wasn't some yahoo internet idiot, as far as I could tell. I paid him on Dec 7th and he charged me extra an assload extra for expedited shipping (it was in fact the only kind he offered, but I didn't mind too much since there was a chance regular parcel mail would be too late).
Wanted to know where the fuck the thing was, so I went to bug him. See a message he sent three days ago. "Hey I never got your payment. Where's your payment?". I checked PayPal expecting to have made a stupid mistake or something, but nope, turns out I damn well sent the cash exactly when I said I did, back on the 7th.
Even if fuckface isn't playing some kind of scam, there's no way the gift's getting here in time.
:rage:
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Guess I've got shingles.
wah-wah
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God, I hate the feeling where I know I'm getting a cold and I can't do anything about it.
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Eat some inari.
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(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2550/3926979155_52d99d9eb5_o.jpg) ?
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Inari sushi is sushi rice in a pocket of fried tofu skin with some kind of syrup on it. Done correctly, it has mild medicinal properties which are useful for colds.
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Mom, dearest little mama, we've had a great relationship lately, and I don't want to fight with you, in the holidays or ever, so I'm going to pretend you didn't just financially threaten me so I'd spend New Years' with the lot of heartless* hypocrites** we call an extended family.
*: "You should have remained with the man who capped ten years of psychological abuse with a strangulation attempt!"
**: "I never said that! Don't bring it up again! That said, you wouldn't have that much money trouble if you were still married to an actuary."
God, I hate the feeling where I know I'm getting a cold and I can't do anything about it.
I found I have fewer colds now that I actually kind of look forward to having an excuse to pop extra-strength Fisherman's Friend like candy.
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I've had luck before with Slippery Elm. Just mainline that shit while you feel the cold coming on, and you might actually stop it from happening at all.
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Woke up dizzy as fuck today...at least it's a good deal less painful than my typical experiences with dizziness. And for some reason everything keeps changing sizes!!! Everything's still in proportion to everything else, but it's like my brain keeps slowly adjusting my mind's view port angle on a fixed monitor size meaning everything keeps being just slightly zoomed in or out and everything feels like it's the wrong size compared to how it was just a moment ago. Basically, I get used to it, blink, then it's all different again.
Actually, I think that computer screen metaphor is eerily accurate, as my peripheral vision and how much of my vision is within the bounds of my glasses keeps shifting too. Although I can't tell if it's proportional.
Oddly enough, I don't notice any change in detail; things that look like they should be too small for me to read are clear if they're in a proportion that would mean I should be able to read them.
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If you've been feeling stuffy lately (or even if not) you might be getting mucus buildup that can translate to the same disconnectedness of an inner-ear infection.
Guess I've got shingles.
wah-wah
After a night of dealing with trouble from all sides getting the pain meds, I finally got some in me this morning.
On one hand all the fun parts of pain pills are definitely working (general lightness and lack of anxiety), but through it all I can still feel the sore parts. It's certainly toned down but even just the fabric of a shirt folding a little awkwardly can be a sharp shock.
I'm not sure if I should give it time and take more, or call the doctor back today and ask if I can get the higher dosage. I've already put off the last leg of moving so I can spend today and tomorrow as near a bed as possible.
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<sleepbandito> So let's review:
<sleepbandito> Day before moving, get shingles
<sleepbandito> Day of move, bad snowy weather
<sleepbandito> Day after [move should have happened] my muffler falls out
<sleepbandito> Happy New Year!
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God, I hate the feeling where I know I'm getting a cold and I can't do anything about it.
Okay, this might not be a cold.
It feels more like Strep Throat.
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God, I hate the feeling where I know I'm getting a cold and I can't do anything about it.
Okay, this might not be a cold.
It feels more like Strep Throat.
Don't mess with strep. Go to one of your fancy free socialist doctors right now.
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Nope, it's a cold.
So! Who wants an open-mouth New Year's kiss?
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I Have one too, maybe they'll cancel eachother out.
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Whoops! This probably includes me! (http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/politics/government-faces-class-action-lawsuits-over-student-loan-borrowers-lost-data/article7492261/)
Well shit.
At least I know what to do about this, given it's what I do all day. Maybe I'll even get a few class-action dollars a few decades from now. Not that that's going to be worth the trouble if someone tries to get a $50,000 loan in my name.
EDIT: Confirmed. Ah fuck. ::(:
EDIT2: The funny part was I knew way more about dealing with the fallout of ID theft then the government rep I called. So she asked ME for information to tell to help people.
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I accidentally just barely scraped a car while parking tonight. Its dark, so I am not positive, but I am pretty sure the paint isn't even scratched. The car was also super dirty, so hopefully the guy isn't someone who cares that much. That said, someone hit my car last year and didn't leave any info or anything and I know how I felt about that, so I left info anyway.
Now I am feeling constant dread because I know sometime in the next 48 hours ill get a phone call and it could be anything from "oh its kay NBD" to "HOLY SHIT FUCK YOU ARGGGGG"
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Fucking CHRIST
Fuck
FUck
Fucking SHIT Fuck shit damn fuck christ shit FUCK
I'll type more here when I'm coherent but FUCK
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Driving home, my front axle started making a horrendous grinding/scraping sound. Getting towed to a mechanic now, hope it's nothing major.
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Sounds like maybe the CV joint if it was the front. Dunno how much those cost now. :/
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The tow truck driver suggested that, and said if it was, it should be pretty cheap. My roommate referred me to a mechanic who does good work for cheap, so here's hoping for the best.
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So basically it was an argument with a die hard gun fanatic that ended badly and I just got so frustrated at the obscene lack of logic and borderline OBUMMER BAD GUNNA TAKE MAH GUNS that I snapped
So, sorry for worrying people and thank you for checking in on me and reminding me that I'm not the crazy one here.
In that sense.
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So basically it was an argument with a die hard gun fanatic that ended badly and I just got so frustrated at the obscene lack of logic and borderline OBUMMER BAD GUNNA TAKE MAH GUNS that I snapped his femur in three places
I'm glad you're okay, Lyrai!
Also, the mechanic just called. Turns out, when I had all that work done on the front wheels of my car last year, they left one bolt in one of the bearings looks, and it came out and started rattling around inside the axle(or perhaps the hub, I'm not sure), and jacked things up.
Then he said, "are you ready for the bad news?" before telling me it's going to cost about $200 to fix. :lol:
(for perspective, the place that "fixed" it last year charged me over $2000)
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You're not getting it done for free by the guys who fucked up?
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So basically it was an argument with a die hard gun fanatic that ended badly and I just got so frustrated at the obscene lack of logic and borderline OBUMMER BAD GUNNA TAKE MAH GUNS that I snapped his femur in three places
I'm glad you're okay, Lyrai!
He's my father, so
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You're not getting it done for free by the guys who fucked up?
The guys who fucked it up are in Illinois, I'm in San Diego, it's been a year since they worked on it, and there's no way I could prove it's their fault.
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If it makes you feel any better, the same sort of thing is why I need a root canal.
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Your last dentist left a loose bolt in one of the bearings, and it came loose?
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Didn't get the gig I was angling for and my sister-in-law's father's condition went from "terminal" to "all we can do is make him comfortable now". Good day.
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Would you like a slightly-too-long hug?
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I could use a couple of those but I've been listening to musical soundtracks all day to alternately lift my spirits and depress the hell out of me anyway. Goddamn you, melodramas.
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/me hugs Niku
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Well, that's all pretty terrible. If there's anything you need, man, you can talk to me.
I mean, okay, I'm broke and all, and if I go over to your place I'm totally going to need you to cover the cost of gas.
But otherwise I'm totally here for you, dude.
In less tragic news: something I said on youtube about Kratos got referenced by the two best friends today (http://youtu.be/-uqvKtd89gw?t=16m8s). This was the highlight of my day. And that makes me sad for myself.
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DN, if you want to go over to Niku's I will front you gas money, no questions asked.
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brother needs tablet
brother makes plans to buy tablet
~SHIT HAPPENS~
brother cna no longer buy tablet
run all over town looking for a deal on a tablet
can't find one
make plans to help him afford it
dad gets mad I tried to help
brother gets mad we suggest it's a bad idea to drop $500 on something he can no longer afford
mother gets mad due to communication failure on her end
dad says it's my fault she's mad
brother hates all of us
my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head my head
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This kind (http://www.monoprice.com/products/subdepartment.asp?c_id=108&cp_id=10841) of tablet?
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I think she means the ipad kind.
Hm... the drawing kind is probably going to have to get itself a new descriptor, now that the other kind of tablet is popular. Too much confusion.
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I got into a minor accident today. Nobody was hurt, thankfully, but it was my fault. I hit a patch of ice and slid into the oncoming lane. Somehow I managed to not get a citation for the accident, so it's just a matter of repairs/insurance. I still feel like an idiot, though.
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That's the worst.
Black ice is the worst.
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:racist:
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Monday and Tuesday: Dad's sick
Wednesday and Thursday: mom's sick
Friday & Saturday: Go fuck yourself
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Man Lyrai, I feel like I need to shove some serious good times in this PDS box :(
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So now the power at my house is shut off because my roommate told the power company we'd be out on the 1st, and forgot to update them when the new place got delayed.
And since our water pump runs on electricity, now we have no power, no water, I woke up with a crick in my neck that won't go away, and I have to get an eye exam this morning.
:painful:
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Final tally
8am-5pm babysitting
Paid: $0
Broken: Wii, DS Lite, Blu-Ray Player, Toy Story 3 Disc
Health: Mother in hospital, severe stomach and head pains
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Also a heart attack scare.
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How broke we talking here?
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I took the Wii apart - amazingly, Thad's thread about it was something of a help. The disc drive itself appears to be fucked, as I can frankenstien it to a working capacity on the menu and VC games, but it shits the bed when a disc is put in.
I was already saving up for a Wii U. Might as well do that.
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Chatting with girl I've had feelings for for a few years now, but can't date despite mutual feelings because she has a boyfriend. Get confirmation that she did in fact break up with her previous boyfriend and start dating someone new without even giving me a second thought. She can't understand why I'm unhappy about this.
::(:
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Are you sure about the "mutual" quality of these feelings?
At the risk of being skeezy, if a girl wants to date you she will either two-time or split from her current engagements and (call me old fashioned) as a gentleman your best bet is to make enacting those decisions as easy as possible.
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What Classic said. Assuming you've both made your desires clear in the recent past(and I do mean recent; feelings that aren't acted upon can fade pretty quickly), if she really wanted to date you, she would have.
My advice: move on. It might seem harsh, but if she's moved on and you haven't, it will only cause pain for both of you. Plus, it's really hard to meet new people(and potentially interface your reproductive organs with them) if you're pining for some lost love from your past.
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Are you sure about the "mutual" quality of these feelings?
At the risk of being skeezy, if a girl wants to date you she will either two-time or split from her current engagements and (call me old fashioned) as a gentleman your best bet is to make enacting those decisions as easy as possible.
Thanks to Facebook logging everything ever for data-mining ( :perfect: )...
i wish there was a way for us to be together that didnt involve me leaving [previous boyfriend]...
do you believe a person can love more than one person?
Factor in things like a bunch of time spent cuddling, sometimes a bit more... One time with spending the night [not a euphemism, although there was some making out and falling asleep while cuddling]... Yeah, I'm about as sure as I can be that feelings were mutual.
What Classic said. Assuming you've both made your desires clear in the recent past(and I do mean recent; feelings that aren't acted upon can fade pretty quickly), if she really wanted to date you, she would have.
My advice: move on. It might seem harsh, but if she's moved on and you haven't, it will only cause pain for both of you. Plus, it's really hard to meet new people(and potentially interface your reproductive organs with them) if you're pining for some lost love from your past.
I've been trying to move on, more seriously after a fight we had last spring about this whole mess. Doesn't help when I keep seeing her every so often (given college and some mutual hobby interests and all - plus we're in the same honors group thing) and that tends to just dredge up all the feels again.
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i wish there was a way for us to be together that didnt involve me leaving [previous boyfriend]...
do you believe a person can love more than one person?
This isn't the solution for everyone, but: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polyamory (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polyamory)
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Oh, and when I was talking to her about WHY I'm upset on getting confirmation that she's dating someone new, her explanation was that she "didn't want the same situation" as the previous boyfriend (who was like a senior when she was a freshman or something along the lines) where I've graduated (I'm a senior getting ready to graduate in May, she's a junior with a year remaining) and left because "its really hard for me to be happy when i cant see my bf much less hug them".
i wish there was a way for us to be together that didnt involve me leaving [previous boyfriend]...
do you believe a person can love more than one person?
This isn't the solution for everyone, but: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polyamory (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polyamory)
Yeah, I'm familiar with the concept but kinda doubt that'd really work for either of us. (I'm a Quaker, I'm probably familiar with, and know someone who identifies with, just about any kind of weird sexuality you can find.)
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Pretty sure you need to drop it with that girl. While Ted is suggesting polyamory, from what you pasted it seems more like she lacks the emotional maturity to confront her emotions on the issue. Since you indicate you're a teenager, it's almost guaranteed you're going to find lots of people with this kind of screwed up emotional baggage. But at the end of the day, she is lying to you and him. And she knows she can lie to you, so she's going to keep doing it. Find yourself someone who is more mature and thoughtful, not someone who is willing to lie to her current boyfriend and you.
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Yeah, looking over what you've posted, I doubt polyamory would be a good idea, even if you were open to it. It requires openness, honesty, and communication between all parties involved, and I get the feeling that's not what's going on here.
So yeah, like I said before, the absolute best possible solution is to just :leaving: and be done with it. It sucks, but hey, you're young! There's still plenty of time for you to find the right girl(or guy) for you. Don't pin all your hopes onto one person this early, especially when that person is as comfortable with dishonesty as this girl seems to be.
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Pretty sure you need to drop it with that girl. While Ted is suggesting polyamory, from what you pasted it seems more like she lacks the emotional maturity to confront her emotions on the issue. Since you indicate you're a teenager, it's almost guaranteed you're going to find lots of people with this kind of screwed up emotional baggage. But at the end of the day, she is lying to you and him. And she knows she can lie to you, so she's going to keep doing it. Find yourself someone who is more mature and thoughtful, not someone who is willing to lie to her current boyfriend and you.
I was a teenager when this all started, but I'm slightly past that at 21 / turning 22 this summer.
Yeah, looking over what you've posted, I doubt polyamory would be a good idea, even if you were open to it. It requires openness, honesty, and communication between all parties involved, and I get the feeling that's not what's going on here.
So yeah, like I said before, the absolute best possible solution is to just :leaving: and be done with it. It sucks, but hey, you're young! There's still plenty of time for you to find the right girl(or guy) for you. Don't pin all your hopes onto one person this early, especially when that person is as comfortable with dishonesty as this girl seems to be.
Yeah, this was less a "omg I still want to be dating this girl" (we're coming up on like 9 months of no longer messing around, and me doing what I can to get over my feelings for her) and more of a "... Hooray, yet another almost-find-a-girlfriend-but-NOPE. I need to angry rant to someone and don't feel like taking this public on Facebook / posting one of those goddamn 'I'm having a shitty day but I refuse to explain it when someone comments asking what's wrong' statuses".
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I have no other comments that haven't already been raised, but in my experience Polyamory is one of those things that is theoretically possible but never actually happens in real life.
And yes, I have known actual people who claimed they were in a polyamorous relationship, one of which lasted for many years. But they were always broken, and usually boiled down to one or two greedy self-centred people manipulating two or one weaker ones.
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You could say the same thing about a lot of monogamous relationships, too, though.
For the record, I'm not advocating polyamory. I don't think it's any better or worse than monogamy; I think it works for some people, but a lot of the time, human nature just gets in the way.
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I don't really disagree with the substance of what you're saying, it's just been my experience that as the number of people in a given relationship increases mathematically, the number of critical failure points increases geometrically.
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Also "do you believe a person can love more than one person?" has never been used to mean anything other than "I love making out and hate responsibility."
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Also "do you believe a person can love more than one person?" has never been used to mean anything other than "I love making out and hate responsibility."
(http://intentionallyblank.net/images/forumresources/thissohard.gif)
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Also "do you believe a person can love more than one person?" has never been used to mean anything other than "I love making out and hate responsibility."
(http://intentionallyblank.net/images/forumresources/thissohard.gif)
... and suddenly today became awesome when I remembered NEW COMMUNITY IN TWO DAYS.
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In fairness to the girl in question, though: who doesn't love making out?
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I believe a skeleton can love more than one skeleton.
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I believe love can bloom on a battlefield.
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Blue Collar Comedy Tour " I Believe" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76Hi6uf0fiM#)
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I believe a skeleton can love more than one skeleton.
cue mental image of two skeletons hugging tightly, their ribcages all embedding in each other, and now they can't pull back
welp, if anyone needs me i'll be looking at pictures of kittens for the next five hours
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I'll be in my bunk.
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Oh hello, $164 charge to DirecTV. Didn't I report you as fraud three weeks ago? What are you doing here? Overdrawing my account? Okay, cool, catch you later.
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Fuck doctors.
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I just got a new job, finished my two week trial on friday. Which is a really great thing, but.. I dunno, all the pent up stress from it hit me today, My boss wants me to try learn more stuff outside of work, but every time I try it, I can't get myself motivated, I'm tired all the time, and I'm starting to realise that I just can't deal with stress at all, as soon as it appears, I just crumple.
I guess it'll pass, but I've had a pretty shitty day today.
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I missed Pancake Day. ::(:
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My sister's in the hospital about to get emergency surgery due to a ulcer that ate through her stomach . Hole doesn't seem to be that big, but it's still very worrying.
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emergency surgery
This is always bad. Especially in that it's exactly the kind of thing worrying will do no good for.
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It's always pancake day, if you believe in yourself.
Except during Lent, unless you want to go to Hell.
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Fuck. It's ash wednesday isn't it?
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(http://internettoday.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/ashwednesday.png)
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The doctor is concerned I may have schitzophrenia, "or something of that nature."
I get tested (Start the tests?) on Friday.
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Schizophrenia, aka "Maaaaaan I dunno."
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Isn't "schizophrenia" about as broadly meaningless as "autism"?
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Further developments: The test results on Friday can determine if I suddenly owe people several tens of thousands of dollars, as well as immediately lose my only existing cash flow.
Slightly more worried now.
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Jesus.
Suddenly owe many k for the medical care, or is are there still other horrifying angles to this story?
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Many other horrifying angles.
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I spent all night last night in the hospital. They weren't able to figure out what was wrong with me, but the most likely culprit is a gall stone. I guess I had to pay some price for losing 60 pounds in five months. :(
Just some perspective on what it felt like for anyone who has never had this happen before: they gave me a shitload of morphine on an IV and I was still in some pretty unbearable pain. It's the kind of pain that makes you nauseous it's so intense. I really hope this never happens to me again.
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Yeah, I had a friend who had gallstones. It was ruinous. Solution is to get the gall bladder out, though - as much as his boss tried to push for it to avoid the insurance hit, you don't want to just try to make do.
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I thought my dad had a stroke, turned out to be a migrane.
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My brother apparently tried to run an ex-marine off the road. Or he tried to run my brother off the road. Or the guy was a methhead.
My brother's having a crazy breakdown over everything.
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I went to the dentist yesterday! After taking an x-ray and poking around my teeth for a while, he determined that I have an infection underneath one of my molars. That explains the excruciating pain I experienced over the holidays: the nerves in that tooth were slowly dying! It also explains why the pain went away after a week or so: the nerves all died. :whoops:
Now I have to get a root canal. ::(: On the plus side, since the nerves are already dead, it shouldn't hurt so much!
...right?
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In my experience, properly anesthetized root canals don't hurt a bit. They're quite uncomfortable afterward, though...
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My last one was over in 15 minutes and completely painless. ...and then the anesthetic wore off while I was sitting there with an open cavity waiting for the crown to bake. Whoops!
Still would have been okay if I hadn't been suddenly called on to give a presentation to the VP when I snuck back into work to collect my laptop and go home to sleep. So uh... take the day off, and you'll probably be fine.
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My sister, whose been like a mom to me since my real mom died of cancer, might have cancer ::(:
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I got mugged.
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Are you okay? Physically, I mean.
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Yeah, hope you're all right and let us know if there's anything we can do to help.
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Man it sure is hard to continue loving the rain now that every pressure drop gives me a horrific fucking headache. It's like being hungover and I only had two beers last night.
Doesn't help that I've got a bunch of people coming for a party and now there's a lot less dry ground to stand on than there was yesterday.
And I just washed that damn patio, too.
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Extra strength Excedrin, Thad. Acetaminophen, aspirin, and caffeine. Pressure drops give me migraines too, and that clears 'em up.
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I don't know if it's any consolation, but I get mild hangovers now after even a single drink.
EDIT:
My "groceries" budget has become a lot less tight for it though.
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Extra strength Excedrin, Thad. Acetaminophen, aspirin, and caffeine. Pressure drops give me migraines too, and that clears 'em up.
Ibuprofen, acetaminophen, and this (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003CP15JK/) work pretty well for me, since ibuprofen is an anti-inflammatory, acetaminophen is a pain reliever, and the nasal spray helps with the inflammation and any congestion.
Pretty sure you're not supposed to mix ibuprofen and aspirin, though.
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Ibuprophen and Aspirin have weird and potentially dangerous interactions. As far as I can tell, they bind to the same site. The result seems to be that the Ibuprophen attenuates staying in the system longer than you might expect without any obvious change to the benefit of the drug.
Aspirin is also an anti-inflammatory though?
EDIT:
That said, Aspriin and Ibuprophen are both rough on your liver (never got an answer as to "how rough" relative to say, alcohol). So you've gotta balance that against your headache.
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I thought Acetaminophen was more rough on your liver than Ibuprofen.
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It is, but interactions.
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Last I checked (2010?) the FDA was suggesting that Tylenol was actually safer in general than aspirin. The problem is that so many things have a dose of acetaminphen that people were getting consistent high doses without realizing it.
A quick search pulls up this guy http://www.fda.gov/Drugs/DrugSafety/ucm310469.htm (http://www.fda.gov/Drugs/DrugSafety/ucm310469.htm).
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Oh, and I found the article I found back then http://www.fda.gov/forconsumers/consumerupdates/ucm168830.htm (http://www.fda.gov/forconsumers/consumerupdates/ucm168830.htm)
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Extra strength Excedrin, Thad. Acetaminophen, aspirin, and caffeine. Pressure drops give me migraines too, and that clears 'em up.
Extra strength Excedrin works great, but there's no way I'm taking acetaminophen when I plan to be drinking all night.
Ibuprofen did the job all right. I'm still hurting but I'm improving.
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So I've had a rough few weeks. Personal shit, lady problems, finances, then I had a car wreck which only further exacerbated those problems.
But okay. I can handle that. I've done it before.
But my right hand has been shaking for about three hours now and I'm beginning to get pissed.
Edit: of course, being a delivery driver means no car no work. No work no money. No money no car.
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The other day, I get approached by a police officer on campus. She says that several of my classmates in a class the day before heard me say "If I had a gun, I'd blow this campus up." or something like that and reported to the teacher who informed the campus police. I said nothing that could've even been misheard as something like that. I inform the officer of my side of the situation and how I'm a pacifist. I may say some foot-in-mouth stupid shit on the internet every so often, but I don't do that shit in real life!
The thing is, the class that this occurred has more army-types (ROTC, veterans, etc.) than any other class I've taken and I am by far the least threatening person in the class.
I am going to yell at all of them next week.
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Are you going to tell them you'll shoot them?
Also, man, no wonder you guys have trouble in wartime if your future non-coms think that handguns "blow stuff up".
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Are you going to tell them you'll shoot them?
No. Just... No.
I'm merely going to rant loudly and make clear that I'm thoroughly offended by their slanderous accusations. ...And maybe bring in cupcakes filled with laxatives, shaving cream, toothpaste, ipecac, and other gross things with clear labeling of "ONE of these contains <blank>" with the others all having something else horrible but mostly benign in them.
EDIT: Literally 30 seconds after posting this more police officers knocked on my door for a bit of a follow-up investigation in which I gladly obliged to let them search the mess that is Saturn's and my apartment for weapons to show my innocence. Apparently, now It's not from just the other day but from over two weeks ago, and there was a specific quote of "lock and load," which I don't think I've ever said at all before quoting their quote to Saturn in disbelief.
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I'm thoroughly offended by their slanderous accusations.
Mass Effect: Commander Shepard - "I've had enough of your __________" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17g_EhQqNR4#ws)
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Are you going to tell them you'll shoot them?
No. Just... No.
I'm merely going to rant loudly and make clear that I'm thoroughly offended by their slanderous accusations. ...And maybe bring in cupcakes filled with laxatives, shaving cream, toothpaste, ipecac, and other gross things with clear labeling of "ONE of these contains <blank>" with the others all having something else horrible but mostly benign in them.
EDIT: Literally 30 seconds after posting this more police officers knocked on my door for a bit of a follow-up investigation in which I gladly obliged to let them search the mess that is Saturn's and my apartment for weapons to show my innocence. Apparently, now It's not from just the other day but from over two weeks ago, and there was a specific quote of "lock and load," which I don't think I've ever said at all before quoting their quote to Saturn in disbelief.
Never consent to a search.
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Never consent to a search.
Generally a good heuristic, but...
I literally had nothing to hide, and figure the more cooperative I am the faster I can get this whole thing behind me. Also, they didn't find anything--rather they didn't plant anything to 'find' it later. And I don't particularly care if they do end up arresting me, mostly because how ridiculous it'd be if they did.
They have no case against me, not only because I'm innocent, but because no one in the class is even sure about the others' names and it's based on hearsay that wasn't reported for two weeks. Also, I am the least threatening person in the class! Being a pacifist, and all.
Oh sure, I'm angry, crazy, have no friends, hold a 'radical' political view, know too much trivial knowledge about guns (damn you, Gunsmith Cats!), play violent videogames, no job, a hatred of small children, and should probably stop listing how I fit the profile of a gunman immediately, but.... damn, where was I going with this?
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You were going to tell us about the time you beat jury duty.
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Never consent to a search.
Generally a good heuristic, but...
I literally had nothing to hide, and figure the more cooperative I am the faster I can get this whole thing behind me. Also, they didn't find anything--rather they didn't plant anything to 'find' it later. And I don't particularly care if they do end up arresting me, mostly because how ridiculous it'd be if they did.
They have no case against me, not only because I'm innocent, but because no one in the class is even sure about the others' names and it's based on hearsay that wasn't reported for two weeks. Also, I am the least threatening person in the class! Being a pacifist, and all.
Oh sure, I'm angry, crazy, have no friends, hold a 'radical' political view, know too much trivial knowledge about guns (damn you, Gunsmith Cats!), play violent videogames, no job, a hatred of small children, and should probably stop listing how I fit the profile of a gunman immediately, but.... damn, where was I going with this?
Yeah see, I even have guns (I'm even sitting here at my computer playing with an empty casing 'cause I don't leave my brass [okay it's actually copper-washed steel, I'm using cheap ammo...] at the range) and I'm pretty sure I could beat "Ambiguous hearsay from two weeks ago".
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My plans for the afternoon were interrupted by a splash of ammonia-based cleaner concentrate in my eye.
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R^2 you are not allowed to post in this thread anymore ok
I saw your post in recent posts and I was like no
no
noooooooooooooooo
oh god his van exploded and killed his entire family
or he woke up and everything that had ever been good in his life was a cruel dream
I can't take it ok
and then I read that you got something in your eye and I'm like
huge sigh of relief, tension and adrenaline drains out of my body
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:rogue:
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Aww, that's sweet, Friday.
HELLO EYEBALL MY NAME IS SODIUM HYDROXIDE AND I WILL BE YOUR FLESH-CORRODING CHEMICAL AGENT THIS EVENING wasn't exactly the highlight of my day, nor was the emergency room visit that followed, but to my knowledge the Albatross is in an Atlanta scrapyard and my family is fine.
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hello hardware store
i need something to kill a toilet
chemicals or tools basically i want this toilet to suffer
something with warning labels
what i am asking here is, can a toilet feel pain
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Lots of bad curry.
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Well, he's in England, so that's not hard.
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I was going to post that I had a sinus infection in Good Times with an explanation that I thought it was something way worse, but then I started taking antibiotics for it and eeeyaaaaargh.
My av fits PERFECTLY right now.
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Wait, why do antibiotics make it worse?
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Temporarily; I guess whatever was stinking up the joint flipped the fuck out when it started dying. Seems much better now.
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Antibiotics tend to kill more than just what you want them to kill. Some of them especially do a number on the useful bacteria in your intestines, or otherwise upset some physiological balance or another. It's kind of like really mild chemotherapy, in a way, which is basically flooding your body with deadly toxins and hoping the good bits outlive the bad bits.
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Which is also why, when you have cancer they also use radiation therapy, which kills or weakens the bad stuff as best they can.
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Oh, we're already talking about antibiotics? Because that's just what I came here to talk about.
I've had a head cold for 3 weeks now. Last week I finally went to see a doctor about it and got a prescription for some antibiotics.
I, too, will be delicate about precisely what they've done to my body, but I WILL note that I spent most of the day blaming the week-old hot wings I ate last night.
Yogurt is supposed to help -- you know, probiotics to balance out the antibiotics, replenish the gut fauna. I just had a cup and I sure hope it makes me feel better.
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I don't get stomach problems when I take antibiotics but it almost always causes my mouth to be sore. :(
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I can't take Zithromax because it basically shreds my stomach. The one time I was prescribed it I was shitting liquid for about an hour.
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Golly. I am an invincible god compared to you nerds.
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2 days in 1.
last night, i could hear my mother downstairs crying in the bedroom, and my dad kept storming around the house, angry. he barked at me to leave the house alarm off, and eventually told me to just ignore it and go back to bed.
try to talk to him about it today and just get into a huge argument over it, hitting a shitload of topics and venting a bunch of stress before it all petered out
among other things I learned are:
He is pretty much a straight up wall now. No change, at all.
He's planned how his suicide will go if his chronic pain gets that bad. Said it wouldn't involve his guns. Realized later how he'd plan to do it, realized also he pretty much will get away with it unless I keep tabs on him 24/7
He still has no idea how to communicate with me, or I him, and refuses to comprehend the possibility there's a malfunction in his viewpoint, despite me begging and pleading for him to consider beyond the fact that I'm fundamentally broken on a social level.
He still has a vicious "I'm right" complex
Just
Fuck.
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I've said this before (both on this board and in real life to other people), but there comes a point when "family" just don't mean anything anymore.
Now, I don't know you or your situation, Lyrai (beyond what little you've chosen to reveal here) so I can't make a completely informed judgement. But...
Well. There comes a point when I think it's healthy, for YOU, to stop thinking of Family as... well... "Family", and start treating them as you would a person who is a detrimental to self but are unable to get away from.
My point is, I think it would be healthy for you to detach emotionally from the relationship with your father, if he isn't at all interested in having a healthy emotional relationship with you.
This doesn't mean you need to be rude or mean to him. I don't get into emotional relationships with Bank tellers, but I treat them politely. I just don't, you know, care about them.
Anyway. Take this as you will.
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You're not wrong, but that's easier said than done. Condolences, Lyrai.
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My mom more or less had to cut ties with her sister, but she still has a conversation on the phone with her at least a month that leaves her fuming or crying even after intellectually saying she's been "done" for years. So yeah, very much easier said than done, but also worth doing your best to try.
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As a child of an alcoholic, yeah, I know 100% from personal experience that cutting emotional ties is easier said than done.
But I did it, for my own mental health. It took a long time. But it was worth it, so I wouldn't have to care anymore (beyond mild amusement) when he'd do deplorable shit.
Of course, that gave me a lingering case of extreme anger management issues, (some of which issues have been seen here! in my less than intelligent moments) but in recent times I've been making progress on those, too. Dysfunctional families of all kinds leave deep scars, and you'll never be entirely free of them. But you can get better, slowly but surely, day by day. It just has to start somewhere, and for me, that start was when I realized I didn't "have" to love my father (and my mother, but that's another story) anymore.
Anyway. I hope things improve for you.
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All of this is recent. Like for most of my young life, they fought tooth and nail to not have me committed and permanently locked up due to my disability. In Texas of all places, where I had a woman tell me it'd be better if my kind was dead. When I was like fucking 12.
But it's all in the last few years that this has come boiling up. I guess I'm just asking myself what the fuck, why now?
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Well, what I was most worried about has happened. He also hasn't laid a loaf since the last time he came from the vet (and he's always had trouble with bowel movements). Man's lungs are filling up again and we need to take him in to be drained out and get some oxygen. Since it's Sunday and our vet is closed, we have to take him to the emergency vet, which charges about triple what our usual place does.
To pre-empt the "Why not just have him put down?" question, I'll say, yes, if he just going to be in horrible discomfort like this, obviously he has to be put down. We're not sentimental to the point of it overriding all good sense and we're not going to sit around and watch our boy suffocate every couple of days.
However, when he went in last Wednesday, they said his heart, thyroid, and kidneys were all sound (not anything great, but they're not the problem). He's supposed to go to have another exam and a test for cancer, which is the big question mark, on Wednesday. If that comes back clean, then it's possible that this is some fully treatable condition instead, but we can't know that yet and have to go through the motions.
We love that little boy to pieces; he's all we've got.
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They didn't do x-rays this time, so luckily I'm only down another $300 for now. Man is fine for the time being (including, er, intestinally), so we just have to make sure he takes it easy. The main problem with that is that a mouse somehow got in the apartment and is in and around the living room somewhere. The last time he found it was yesterday and his getting super-excited then while hunting may have been what pushed him over the edge (well, that and his horrendous constipation, which has given him problems in the past).
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I had more shit happen but right now I'm more worried about Mongrel's pet which I can't tell if is a cat or a dog but either way pet ;_;
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He's a cat.
(http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y25/FramFramson/boybedfumz2.jpg)
(http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y25/FramFramson/boybedfumz1.jpg)
These are older pictures, but he looks mostly the same only thinner (and now with shaved patches in his flanks).
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Poor softywarm snugglefuzz, give him lots of cuddles.
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It's man's fifteenth birthday today and he has to go in to get an enema.
;___;
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He was so weak we had to put him down.
Our little boy is gone. It's so cold and empty in here.
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:( *Hugs Mongrel so much*
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I'm so sorry man
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Thanks guys.
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Not particularly shit day, but I can't find a better place to post this.
Saw a dead body last night.
Woman with a .21 BAC hit-and-ran a 59 year old woman visiting from China.
The good news is she got caught already (apparently super drunk people don't hide evidence well), and was charged with vehicular manslaughter first degree, leaving the scene of a fatal motor vehicle accident, tampering with physical evidence, driving while intoxicated, aggravated driving while intoxicated, and conspiracy sixth degree.
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So a few days ago I had severe tooth pain. Like, megabad tooth pain. Couldn't sleep at all. Had taken some painkillers, nothing. Stumbled into the bathroom at 4am to just brush the fuck out of my teeth out of desperation.
Grabbed my razor by accident.
I've more or less fully healed, but I looked like a goddamn monster for a while.
Then yesterday I had what I can only classify as a fullfledged goddamn psychotic break. A mania episode mixed with a panic attack? I couldn't sit still, I couldn't form coherent thoughts, I couldn't talk, I couldn't stop crying, it was like I was piloting a machine that suddenly everything went haywire. My parents wondered why I was screaming (I don't remember screaming) and I just sort of lunged toward the stairs, figuring maybe I could GESTURE something, I ended up falling down them, then rolling around on the floor screaming because in all of this, I had massive pressure on the back of my neck/head, which was what preceded the whole thing.
So I'm on the floor, my mom's freaking out, my dad's just completely at a loss, all the animals are going crazy, and then finally I just snap and scream. I scream until I'm goddamn hoarse before managing to, I guess, simply run out of energy.
Was pretty much wiped out for the rest of the day and most of today.
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Damn, Lyrai. Are you feeling a little better now?
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Holy crap, Lyrai and Grath.
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I don't know how to help with psychotic breaks and finding dead bodies. I wish I did though.
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I bought six boxes of kleenex on Friday and I've already gone through a whole one. Stupid cold.
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I caught a stomach flu! Fever, stomach cramps, aches, fatigue, nausea, and everyone's favorite, diarrhea.
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Well that explains what's wrong with your face.
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Ted's avatar is saying "di-ar-rhe-a".
Just try to unsee that now.
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I'm... not going to go into to much detail about this because of legal reasons but
I headbutted a woman in the face while I was naked the other day
it was a really weird night.
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Wh
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Whiskey
Tango
Foxtrot
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We expect that kind of weirdness from Lottel, not Classic!
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We expect that kind of weirdness from Lottel, not Classic!
I regret ever having brought you into the awesome negative karma club.
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Also I just dumped a girl and I feel like shit for it.
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Mad Men: Don Draper Says "What?" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WsJSRP7cZVo#ws)
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Has anyone here ever had a break-up that was clean for them?
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Define "clean".
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DN, did you headbutt your Ex?
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Public board.
Also have I been extra cranky to you guys recently?
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We expect that kind of weirdness from Lottel, not Disposable Ninja!
I regret ever having brought you into the awesome negative karma club.
Hmm. I was posting from my phone and somehow got the original post confused. My bad.
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Forgiveness was for past R^2. Current R^2 is dead to me.
EDIT:
I guess I'm really fucking crabby and whiny today. shiiit.
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If you really meant it you'd click my karma back up to positive numbers.
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...wow.
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My only regret is that I didn't do it alone.
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TIL there's a small(?) cabal of people willing to click buttons for several minutes to teach me a lesson about... not saying the wrong name sometimes? I guess?
Is this why we can't have nice things? I feel like this is why we can't have nice things.
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R^2 I hope you realize this means your immediate expulsion from Codename: The Neginites
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Is it just me or are all the negative karmas no longer negative, but equal to the user's post count?
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Just some of them. It's an easy fix, though!
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Which of you stupid fuckers let R^2 back into The Neginites?
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:nyoro~n:
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I've forgiven R^2.
Now it is YOU who are dead to me!
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Seriously D_N, if you want to spill guts about that incident we can or can not do it in some other space. But if there are legit legal reasons you don't want to share, you probably shouldn't confide in someone who can't be compelled to testify against you in court.
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TA, does that apply to anyone here?
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Seriously D_N, if you want to spill guts about that incident we can or can not do it in some other space. But if there are legit legal reasons you don't want to share, you probably shouldn't confide in someone who can't be compelled to testify against you in court.
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TA, does that apply to anyone here?
Not unless we're married to him, or are his attorney.
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QUICK: WOULD YOU RATHER MARRY ALL OF US OR HIRE ALL OF US AS ATTORNEYS?
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I have a few medical oddities I have to get checked out that are probably nothing(Am I saying this to comfort myself or because they actually are? Who knows), but I freak out about them anyway. Anxiety has been running on high for a while, I can't seem to get it under control. Had a paranoia attack a few nights ago as well. I also learned from the dentist that I'm going to have to get all of my wisdom teeth out, and soon.
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Well, I can tell you that getting your wisdom teeth out is no big deal, so long as you get some painkillers.
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I had a wisdom tooth that was coming in sideways, dentist had a hard time pulling it (I wake awake, just numbed - super fun) and I was able to get back to eating solid food within a few days and it was pretty much all healed within a week.
Also, Vicodin is fun.
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I had three out at once and didn't even need painkillers. The holes healed up nicely and quick. Not that I'm claiming any macho cred, jut that those teeth were ready to go easy anyway (mine had to come out because they had never fully formed, so they were literally crumbling in my mouth and had very quickly turned into jagged stumps).
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The actual procedure isn't what I'm really afraid of (Though it bugs me a bit) It's mostly infection and aftercare fears. Additionally, costs. I may have insurance but it's going to be really really expensive, no doubt.
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Likely, yeah. Are they impacted?
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Luckily, no! They're all sticking out of the gums and facing the right direction(although one is still about 75% underneath). I have to go to the oral surgeon for a consultation early next month.
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I had three out at once and didn't even need painkillers. The holes healed up nicely and quick. Not that I'm claiming any macho cred, jut that those teeth were ready to go easy anyway (mine had to come out because they had never fully formed, so they were literally crumbling in my mouth and had very quickly turned into jagged stumps).
You stopped talking long enough for someone to look in your mouth?
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Look, these rambling, pointless stories don't tell themselves, you know.
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Getting your wisdom teeth yoinked is something most people go through at some point, so it's not worth worrying about much. Take a deep breath and get it done.
As a bonus, what they give you for it will probably make all that anxiety go away for a while.
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As a bonus, what they give you for it will probably make all that anxiety go away for a while.
No kidding. I think it was about two days until I could form complete sentences again.
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Are you guys sure you're not getting dental services from drug dealers?
I think the strongest thing I got when I got my wisdom teeth pulled was antibiotics and ibuprofen.
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It's mostly infection and aftercare fears.
I had dry socket after mine once. It hurt like hell, but I just went back to the dentist right away, and he put in this wad of stuff with what I assume was clove extract (given that everything I ate tasted like cloves for the following week). I was in and out of there in like ten minutes and I didn't need any other sort of painkiller or medication. If that's one of the things you're worried about, you can probably cross it off the list. (Unless you really hate cloves I guess?)
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Getting my wisdom teeth out was like teleportation/time travel. Just, DING! In a different room, hours later with blood in my mouth, and my wisdom teeth didn't come along for the ride. I could talk and walk on my own and everything! Then the next week or so really sucked.
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I don't take pain medication so I just waived the prescription I was given, but they even tried to give ME Vicodin. Sooo.
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Huh. They just told me to take extra-strength Tylenol. I didn't really need it... so I guess I was just lucky?
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When I got my wisdom teeth removed they gave me 14 Vicodin. I still have 13 of them. I took one when I got home because they told me like 5 times id regret it if I didn't. I used Advil some days and nothing other days. All in all it was no big deal. Not sure if I got lucky or if all the horror stories I've heard are just trolling.
EDIT: Just checked my numbers were off by 2
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I think it just depends on how far out those teeth have grown and why exactly they need to be removed.
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My dad's in the hospital right now because he started throwing up straight blood. After he got there he threw up a literal bucket of blood. Waiting for an update now.
He had a lot of heartburn when I was a kid (due to very large, very late meals and stress), but not in a long time because he's been running for the past 10 years or so and he's actually in much better shape than me now. Other than this buckets o' blood thing.
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I hope he's okay. That sounds awful. :S
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Yeah, he's gonna be alright. He tore the connection between his esophagus and his stomach somehow.
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... If it weren't so horrifying I'd say that was kind of cool. In much the same way that I've been conditioned to treat any feats of actual or potential self-destruction as cool.
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I'd heard about that sort of thing before. It's not really a "how did this get torn" sort of thing, as I understand it, it's more a "tissues generally degrade until they can't handle day-to-day stresses" sort of thing.
(I've had similar problems in my large intestine.)
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I find out if there's a 50/50 chance that my cancer risk skyrockets to "Consider where you want to be buried in a few years" in a few days.
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I'm not sure I'm reading that sentence correctly. Are you saying there's an undefined chance of half a chance of a good chance of cancer?
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Actually, that's a fair point. Lyrai, I feel super feels for you and your situation, but you post cryptic and impossible to parse stuff in here an awful lot. I'm not even sure WHAT to be worried about most of the time. :(
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I'm slightly unclear as to the situation myself, but from what I can parse from my parents -
The doctors are suddenly worried about my mother's breast cancer, which (so far) has been in remission. Apparently she may have some kind of gene or genetic marker for it, so they took her in for blood tests today (I got to play chauffeur, wheeee). I have no idea as to the chance of this being there or how they even begin to look for this.
If she does have it, genetics says that I have a 50/50 shot of having this same gene. Which, to my understanding, increases my cancer risk to uncomfortably high levels.
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Actually, that's a fair point. Lyrai, I feel super feels for you and your situation, but you post cryptic and impossible to parse stuff in here an awful lot. I'm not even sure WHAT to be worried about most of the time. :(
For some reason ranting about it (in this case, general bad things, not this situation) without acknowledging it directly helps me feel better. Give me a few days and I can give you a psychobabble readout but that's the gist.
Other times my brain literally just fucks itself inside out midtype.
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Well, part of my point is that you're a few layers of abstraction away from needing to worry here. There's a 50% chance of an 85% (at worst) chance of a 30% chance of being in any real danger, and that's assuming you're over 50.
I'm sure it's not anything resembling comfortable to think about, but don't start regarding your life as a ticking clock just yet. I mean, moreso than usual.
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Hey, that reminds me, I'm two years overdue for the checkup for my increased cancer risk.
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Yeah, Brent's got the right of this in this case. And I know saying "don't worry about a thing!" is not a saying that has ever made anyone stop worrying about a thing ever, but in cases of things like genetic cancer risk all you can really do is ask a physician what you can do to minimize your risks, since so much of that is out of an individual's hands in the first place. Super healthy people dying of cancer, etc. Statistics about accident and death likelihood have never stopped people from being afraid of shark attacks if they're already afraid of shark attacks, but try not to let statistics bum you out either unless it actually becomes a Thing.
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Well, perspecive is important, but I can certainly see where Lyrai does not need extra toppings on her shit sandwich.
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Any birthday plans I had were shot to hell when I had to accompany someone to the emergency room for detox. pityfishing.jpg
(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb48joOZyR1qzjlovo1_1280.png)
(The person in question is fine atm, for anyone curious)
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in less horrible news i am at the ass end of being sick wherein a nonstop torrent of nasal fluid is flowing out of my head
also, i have some horrible indigestion that caused me to throw up all of my spaghetti
this has been a terrible day.
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My dad got out of the hospital late last week and he seemed to be better.
Looks like he managed to get a lung infection and pneumonia while he was there and wound up going right back in yesterday (they released him today). Hospital souvenirs!
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I need to get a lot of dental work done, because the constant, sometimes paralyzing tooth pain is starting to cause mental issues, going by observations from friends.
Last year, the state pulled dental & vision from the government health plan to save money.
http://pastebin.com/KNqvA7EB (http://pastebin.com/KNqvA7EB) Anyone want to buy some shit?
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Basement flooded. I hurt myself a few times while dealing with it and I am exhausted.
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So, hey.
Word of advice to future carpenters out there: four nails is not enough to keep wall mounted cabinets mounted on a wall.
Guess how I found that out. Go on. Guess.
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Clearly, you needed bigger nails.
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You ran out of nails while mounting a cabinet?
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I'm no carpenter, but I'm pretty sure you shouldn't be using nails at all when mounting a wall cabinet.
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Oh no, I wasn't the one who nailed it the wall.
I just have to deal with it. In the laundry room.
Where we keep bleach and detergent and some paint a bunch of other caustic shit.
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Hopefully you keep that stuff in thick plastic jugs with lids, so they're no threat while you replace the cabinet.
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There's a special place in hell for tow truck drivers.
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Went through with the wisdom teeth removal on Friday. Shit still hurts, and I just want to eat solid food again.
It also made my face really swollen, so when I was sleeping once I woke up gasping for air because it basically gave me sleep apnea. No more sleeping on my back, then. Time to drool blood everywhere.
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This isn't all that bad, really, I guess, but I just want somewhere to talk about it.
I went to a psychologist for the first time ever a couple of weeks ago, and after talking with her a while, she told me that my problem probably isn't depression, as me and my GP had figured, but anxiety instead. So I am basically so nervous about everything that I never do anything, which makes me feel shitty and even more nervous about everything, and over about a decade this has increased to the point where the idea of drawing terrifies me, and I don't really wanna do anything but watch videos and play minecraft.
Brains suck.
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So, hey.
Word of advice to future carpenters out there: four nails is not enough to keep wall mounted cabinets mounted on a wall.
Guess how I found that out. Go on. Guess.
Jesus fucking hell. This was in April? This was the last time I was sick.
Fuck me.
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I have a hemorrhoid! And possibly strep.
:whoops:
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Hopefully not in the same place.
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Yep, it's strep.
On the plus side, that means I don't have to work this weekend, and that new Tomb Raider game is turning out to be pretty good!
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I went swimming for the first time in... 15 years.
As soon as I hit the water I remembered two things. I forgot how to swim and the reason I stopped swimming was a near drowning.
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I need to get a lot of dental work done, because the constant, sometimes paralyzing tooth pain is starting to cause mental issues, going by observations from friends.
$11,000 to fix my whole mouth.
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I don't want to give unwanted advice, and I'm not saying it'll come to it, but a chapter 7 or 13 is probably better than going insane from constant pain. Just judging from your comments about your existence in general.
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Hit & Run on my car while it was parked. No one saw who did it.
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You should probably just go ahead and change your name to A^2 now.
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Given the health problems my father & brother are having that I'm leaving out, yeah.
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Sympathy sad face.
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I tripped and fell yesterday after walking on a slick rock like a dumbass, and now my neck hurts. I dunno how serious it is, but since putting a heating pad on it seems to help, I'm hoping it's just a couple sprained muscles and not, like, whiplash.
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So early last week I started grinding my teeth in my sleep. I woke up Wednesday at 4am in the worst pain I've ever been in. Puking from the pain. Spent the next few days on pain killers as a giant blood bubble kept forming over my front right tooth.
Today's the first day since then I could get into the dentist. I was grinding my teeth so hard, I KILLED TWO TEETH.
Go me.
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I know a couple people whose grinding is bad enough that they've been told to wear mouthguards while they sleep.
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Just learned a lesson in physics the hard way.
Drove my car (Which is a piece of crap) down to my boss's place to let his dogs inside and close the back door.
It got there fine, but died while I was reversing out. It was on the road at the time, so I had to move it off the road, so I put it in neutral and started moving it down the hill, which turned out to not be the best idea. As we started moving onto the hill, it started gaining momentum, I tried to reach the shifter to move it into park (Hand brake is pretty much useless) but I couldn't, it kept rolling and it was dragging me along beside it, clutching onto the driver's side door.
It finally stopped when it banged into a thick fence post, sort of squishing me between the door and the car, Fence post was fine, car's a little banged up, though.
I'm mostly fine, other than feeling like idiot #1, and having a scraped up leg.
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If you're ever in that situation with an automatic transmission, your only option is to just jump in and slam the pedal brake.
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Yeah, that's... yeah.
I was pulled over by a cop one time. That was a first for me and it was a short time after I got my license, so I got kinda nervous; I didn't do anything wrong but I was like "oh hell I forgot to check something obvious and now I'm fucked". Anyway, I put the car on neutral instead of park before I stepped out. Fifteen seconds I'm like "what seems to be the problem officer" and then the car starts rolling forward with no one in it.
My first reflex? Stick my arm through the rolled-down window and try to hold the car back like you'd grab a drunken buddy to keep him from picking a fight.
Short story short, that didn't work.
So yeah I ran after the car, managed to get a leg in and step on the brake pedal. It wasn't a big incline, fortunately. I got kinda lucky there.
In the end the cop just wanted me to rev the engine to make sure I wasn't running some sort of illegal noise mods (it was a '77 Chevelle Malibu so I guess that might have been a legitimate concern, I'm sure that sucker could output a decibel or two if it was tampered with). I'm pretty sure he was more amused than anything about the whole affair and I got in no further trouble. So, uh, double lucky!
(Guy sure was a better sport about it than the two others who pulled me over later on, which I'm pretty sure was for the heinous crime of driving while bearded because I have fuck all idea why else they'd have done it.)
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77 Chevelle Malibu? Haha, oh man, that musta been some kinda sweet-ass land-shark action.
That's the kind of car that makes brruummmm-brruummmm noises and means it.
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Yeah, I miss that car. Well, I don't miss the gas mileage, but I miss the car nonetheless. It would go from a smooth, syrupy purr to a bassy roar, but without the obnoxious braaaaaap of an asshole's machine.
Frame broke in half after 25 years of loyal services though. Oh well. Sure was a culture shock to go from it to a '92 Mercury Tracer.
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Haha, yeah, my first idea was to try stop the car by holding it back, it was not very successful.
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It turns out that it's not that I ate too much at lunch (though I did)! I have some kind of bug or food poisoning! :imagination:
Fever of 39 just broke, so hopefully tomorrow I'll feel a lot better, but right now is blleeaaarrrgghh.
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39? Jesus you're a Popsicle!
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Canada, man. They use that other temperature scale over there.
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...wait, 39 Kelvin?! Jesus, you're a popsicle!
(Try shedding those remaining 39 degrees. You'd be 0K then.)
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I don't know, but it feels like 39 is well below what we use for cryo-stasis (if it can actually work). I mean, the temperature of the whole observable universe is something like 2-5, right?
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Only because of background radiation.
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... I thought that was the "average temperature" (which is redundant, all temperatures are averages) of the observable universe, not the temperature of (near) vacuum?
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The vacuum of space still has a lot of photons. Those photons are what carry the radiated temperature and keep space at a balmy 3K.
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Not so shit as what usually gets posted here, but got a jury duty summon. Could have been actually shitty, as it was dated for right on the end of the vacation I'd planned to visit my folks in NorCal, but they took the postponement so yay.
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Good news: I'm in Tokyo
Bad news: my back's fucked up from the flight, I'm in minor withdrawal/reverse withdrawal* from my medications because of said flight, I currently lack a much needed GPS/working cell phone and my study habits sucked so hard that I have virtually no confidence in my ability to communicate with others.
*When I take my anti-depressants again after too long my withdrawal symptoms get worse before they get better.
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But at least you're posting this from a cosplay cafe, right? And there's a trio of buxom waitresses clinging to you and giggling at all your witty remarks while Japanese salarymen glare furiously into their drinks, too bound by cultural mores to confront the gaijin pussy-magnet in their midst?
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I wish... perhaps tomorrow (which starts at noon EST). Today I just getting set up; wondering what is socially acceptable to buy at a convenience store (I want to get a toy/candy, but I'm pretty sure it has a silent NERD!!! alarm set up to it that goes off if one even looks at it too intently), getting lost on on the train system, having one awkward conversation after another in which strangers get the impression I don't speak a word of Japanese until the very end where I become momentarily fluent, renting a smart phone so I don't get lost again... Y'know, the basics.
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We found out two days ago that the puppy had contracted parvo -- still not sure where the testing slipped through at the shelter or exactly what happened. With the Fourth, all we could do was take home some medicine and some nutritional fluids from the vet to feed her with until we could take her in today to get her on an IV, but she took a sharp downturn last night and passed away this morning. I am heavily not okay with this for a dog we only had for six days.
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Truly sad times.
I've been fortunate enough to have all of my puppies grow old and it still hurt badly.
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So sorry niku.
Poor critter ;___;
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On the bad side, I hung out with a bunch of older retired guys who were pretty cool (old motorbike meet-up), but who all declared "Gee, I've never had a job I disliked." and stared at me like I was a mutant after I answered that I hated my current job (I was asked about this; I didn't just start bitching to nice people I barely met).
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Not so shit as what usually gets posted here, but got a jury duty summon. Could have been actually shitty, as it was dated for right on the end of the vacation I'd planned to visit my folks in NorCal, but they took the postponement so yay.
If you're lucky, your jury duty will end up like mine: "Check the website for Jury Duty every night for four days, with them not needing any jurors for the next day, until they put up a message that they don't need any jurors, you've done your civic duty and you're out of the jury pool for 5 years".
Also, if they bring you in, you can probably get out of being a juror by saying that you believe in Jury Nullification (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jury_Nullification) in some way. My dad commented when they were swearing people in that it was also the juror's job to judge the law and when they called his number to interview him for the jury they didn't even let him sit down before they threw him off the jury.
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Well, I am a supporter of jury nullification, so there's that.
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:montoya:
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Man I just did my civic duty yesterday and it was fine. I mean it's kind of staggering how many people slip out of jury duty by not understanding the fifth amendment but w/e man.
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Back in America, currently at LAX. Some asshole TSA agent stole all my pocket change. Which was in yen, which means it's easier to have a lot more money in a lot fewer coins, which means they stole at least $10 USD equivalent from me. My money was in a tub to go through the xray, I find on the other side that everything that was in the tub is just on the rollers with no tub, I ask about it, and look for my money on the ground, no one is any help at all. A lollipop that was also in the tub was sitting on top of the xray scanner, they let me have it back but no one would say how it got there.
Yeah, one of them stole my fucking money.
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Hey my Costco membership lets me buy roadside assistance at like half the price of CAA and it even covers motorcycles! Yay! Cool! That's actually a very good buy!
Oh wait my bike is ten years older than their coverage permits. Boooooooo!
Oh hey, they didn't tell me this until after I paid and registered. BARRRF.
They should refund it after I go nag them tomorrow, but still. :MENDOZAAAAA:
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* Morning Phone Ring
<Lyrai> h'lo?
<Dad> You know how Aunt D was in the hospital?
<Lyrai> yeah?
<Dad> They found out what was causing it. Lung cancer.
<Lyrai> ....shit.
<Dad> That's one way of putting it, yeah.
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That sucks. Lung cancer is a bear of a thing. My dad suffered through that shit. I'm sorry, you have my condolences.
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I'm at the "all my nerves have shut down and I feel like I'm floating" stage of a typical minor illness. I should be happier about it because it's the least painful part and usually signifies that it's breaking, but I hate it because my brain can't help but compare the feeling with death, and then I start getting into some really weird shit. (http://whatiwish.ytmnd.com/)
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* Morning Phone Ring
<Lyrai> h'lo?
<Dad> You know how Aunt D was in the hospital?
<Lyrai> yeah?
<Dad> They found out what was causing it. Lung cancer.
<Lyrai> ....shit.
<Dad> That's one way of putting it, yeah.
Shit got worse. I don't know much, but my dad told me to "Prepare for the worst."
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Jesus, Lyrai. You have my sympathies.
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Now I know what I was doing to you people a few years ago. I see that Lyrai has posted in Shit Days and just think "Oh bloody hell."
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Gone.
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well shit
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Jesus, that was fast.
I'm sorry Lyrai.
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Hope you are "OK".
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Buddy of mine I used to play TF2 all the time with or chat motorbikes with killed himself. Really great guy, always the best to play with.
No details, only found out about it after the fact. He was about 50-60, not sure exactly how old. Had a game with him about three weeks ago. And like that, pfft. :(
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Yikes. All you know is it was suicide?
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That's it. :/
EDIT: His friend who'd known him for 30~ years was playing TF2 with him LAST NIGHT. Then he found out in the morning and had to tell us. Jeez, that's really rough.
I don't know if any of you remember playing once in a blue moon on the Quebec TF2 server I used to go to all the time (a couple of you joined now and then), but it was De Mes Deux, the guy with the deep old wheezy voice. Sometimes he and I played on English servers too and he did speak English, albeit with a really strong accent, so one or two of you might remember his from that.
Man, he was the best damn teammate. Easily one of my favourite people to game with.
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Funerals suck
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On August 7th, what the family (mother's side. Grandmother, 3 aunts + my mother, husbands of each, 10 cousins, and about 6 nieces/nephews) thought was mild stomach pain of Aunt D turned out to be full blown lung cancer. This came as a shock, but everyone was extremely supportive. While Aunt D was out of it for a few days, my mother who just got done with her own battle of (breast) cancer, was planning to help her out, tell her what to expect, all that. My mother was planning to fly down there when she could, the entire community ("The Clan", as it's called, is very ingrained, everyone knows everyone else, etc) was helping her out.
On August 20th, everything went to shit. A blood clot in her lung annihilated every hope of survival, and she was put on life support long enough for the family to assemble in the hospital room, with my mother there via an Aunt's iPhone video chat, and the plug was pulled.
My mother appeared dead to the world for a few days, until we all piled into the truck and drove down there on the 26th, a 9 hour drive. My mother was somewhat better by this. We get down there, and the viewing happens on the 27th. I have never seen my grandmother cry before this. A devout Catholic, along with most of the rest of the family, she's always been something of the iron matriarch, able to keep everyone together. I guess even those have their breaking points, and "Parent at her child's funeral" is one of them.
On the 31st, we drove up the mountains, to this 150 year old church near where Aunt D lived. A tiny one room affair where a Funeral Mass was held - the Rosary being held the previous night. The mass went off mostly without a hitch, one of my nephews acting about as well as you can expect a 12 year old to act who's not used to this - angrily snapping at the world. Her urn was buried after a nice speech from the msgr and a rather amazing speech from my native american uncle, who lit something I'm not quite aware what it was on, before saying a few words and giving a chant. We drove back down, went home, had In & Out, and went to bed.
We drove home today, and it was completely solidified that out of all of this, my mother was by far taking this the worst. Aunt B would just constantly work and keep busy. Aunt P took after Grandma with an iron spine and try to keep people together, but my mother was prone to fits of breaking down crying. The drive home consisted of her alternating between crying and lamenting about Aunt D's death, and sleeping when she was exhausted from it.
Also I learned I was sexually molested when I was like, 3, when the entire family sat down and the discussion went towards "At least none of us got sexually molested." "Well..."
So that's been my week
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/me hugs Lyrai
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Holding up?
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I see that Lyrai has posted in Shit Days and just think "Oh bloody hell."
We don't have a :hug:
Maybe we need a :hug:
Until then, I will borrow one drawn by a friend.
(http://forums.goodgamery.com/images/smilies/pmohug.png)
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(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/3923260/patpat.png)
I know "at least it was quick" is not much of a comfort, but with cancer there's no such thing as a trump hand.
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My dad got fired again today. He'd actually managed to avoid doing that for quite a few years now.
This is sort of like when an earthquake is reported on the other side of the world. You instantly know that sooner or later a rolling wall of shit is going to crash into your shore and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it.
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Caught two bicycle thieves stripping my bike at the lockup at work! Security has cameras on that spot and patrols around there, but whatcha gonna do?
I actually interrupted them and chased 'em down a bit. They got away by running into oncoming traffic but dropped some of my stuff, so I managed to save my bike itself, bell, gloves, backpack (my incredibly beat-up 20-year-old back pack, which I got them to drop and which I actually thought it was quite funny that they were trying to steal) tie-down stuff, and seat, which isn't bad. They did get away with my lights, they had to break one off because of the way I mount it (specifically to make it useless to thieves) and more importantly, my coat (left tight-packed with the bike by mistake/laziness).
The lights together come to $30, but I actually expect my lights to get stolen pretty damned frequently in this town (they do). Kind of ambivalent about the coat. It was cute in that it was made by a company that actually bears my name, but was actually kind of a shitty coat to wear, with a bad zipper, crappy waterproofing, and was fraying even though it was close to new. So of course now I have to buy a new one. I can hopefully pick up something better, but I would have preferred not to have to do that for a another year or three.
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Sounds like you were saved from 1-3 years of self-inflicted discomfort.
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Nah, I'm not stupid enough to start a fight with two guys, but they looked pretty scared (I did get them to drop some of my stuff). I was hoping to get close enough to yell at them them to drop the coat. Plus they were biking right into the very heart of downtown where there were still plenty of people and light. Would have been pretty tough for them to try and jump me or something there.
EDIT: OH, you mean the coat. Haha, derp. Yeah probably.
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Does work help with the expense, since their layers of security did shit-all?
I feel like if an item goes missing from what they call 'lock up' and you spot it before anyone else, someone failed pretty hard at their job.
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They're sending me a report form, but I doubt they'll do fuck all. This wasn't one of the enclosed lock-ups. They have a couple but they're a huge pain to use and my bike is old and looks beat up, so I was just using the bike post parking on patrolled and camera-observed company property. Even if it was one of the enclosed cages, I doubt that would change anything - I've never heard of a company that offered liability over their parking lots, even for stuff like gated parking garages.
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For three days now I've been feeling like someone sewed a basketball in my gut. It's been like, writhe in pain for half an hour, fart and/or burp, feel minor relief for a minute or so, then whoops something grumbles in there and I'm bloated again, repeat from the top. Also, thread title applies in new and exciting ways. In that last regard, I've got a strong contender for history's worst box of chocolates.
It's food poisoning, I suppose. "Oh, I'm sure these stanky-ass mushrooms are gonna be fine, it's not like I'm eating them raw." Man, look at the idiot.
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Yuck. My sympathies. Food poisoning is the worst.
Well, second to worst. Nothing is worse than tooth pain. Unless it's like, something from Africa or whatever. Like those fish that go up your urine stream into your dick.
So I guess third to worst.
Well, OK, there's also Daikatana.
Oh, and I'm forgetting Kazz. How rude of me.
Oh, right, and Youtube comments.
Internet comments in general, really.
Right, right, and Detroit.
What were we talking about?
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Feel better soon, Francois! Tummy pains are no good.
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Caught two bicycle thieves stripping my bike at the lockup at work! Security has cameras on that spot and patrols around there, but whatcha gonna do?
I actually interrupted them and chased 'em down a bit. They got away by running into oncoming traffic but dropped some of my stuff, so I managed to save my bike itself, bell, gloves, backpack (my incredibly beat-up 20-year-old back pack, which I got them to drop and which I actually thought it was quite funny that they were trying to steal) tie-down stuff, and seat, which isn't bad. They did get away with my lights, they had to break one off because of the way I mount it (specifically to make it useless to thieves) and more importantly, my coat (left tight-packed with the bike by mistake/laziness).
The lights together come to $30, but I actually expect my lights to get stolen pretty damned frequently in this town (they do). Kind of ambivalent about the coat. It was cute in that it was made by a company that actually bears my name, but was actually kind of a shitty coat to wear, with a bad zipper, crappy waterproofing, and was fraying even though it was close to new. So of course now I have to buy a new one. I can hopefully pick up something better, but I would have preferred not to have to do that for a another year or three.
why didn't you use your wizard powers to slow them down
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I use all my slow spells on myself. ::(:
(Actually I able to bike quite a bit faster than them, but LOL ONCOMING TRAFFIC NO THANKS)
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This is sort of like when an earthquake is reported on the other side of the world. You instantly know that sooner or later a rolling wall of shit is going to crash into your shore and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it.
Oh hey, that's an interesting ridge I see out in the ocean there.
EDIT: I mean, just to clarify this, my parents actually physically murdering each other is (and, really, has always been) a real, legitimate concern here.
EDIT2: If any cops read this like a month from now, hi, sorry, my brother and I tried our best.
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Had to put down one of the rats today. Turns out rats crash hard at the end of their tiny lives, she was her usual energetic self on Thursday. Friday night comes and she's too lethargic to eat or drink, much less climb and explore.
It's sudden but not shocking. She was three. That's a long, full life for a rat, like a dog who passes at fourteen.
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:C
I'm sorry, R^2.
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Lil gal :(
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Our old dog roxy got put down today, she was about 13 years old, a lovely old dog, she was basically blind and deaf by the end, and we guess her brain went out on her, she started running in circles around the house, and just never stopped, she got to the point of exhaustion, where she was collapsing but still unable to stop.
She had a good life! And she'll be missed.
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;___;
Poor thing. Sounds like it was about her time.
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/me hugs Stush.
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Stush gets all the hugs.
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Stush gets all the hugs.
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I'm sorry, brother.
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So my dog died, too, just half an hour ago. I just finished burying the little guy.
His name was Juniper, he was a Chinese Crested, and he was one of the coolest and funniest dogs in the world. He was easy and fun to play with, and whenever I went to bed he would lay down in the crook of my legs. He hated squirrels with a deep, incomprehensible passion, and had a rubber chicken he would maul incessantly and take everywhere.
I think he got into some rat poison or something.
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/me hugs DN.
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So many sad puppies :<
I'm sorry DN.
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DN gets all the hugs.
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A trillion hugs! <3
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For a couple days now I've had a pinched nerve in my neck that's making it hard for me to breathe.
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So today I find out that I've been wrong about something important for literally years. I only need to pass the lowest level (or equivalent) of the JLPT to graduate. Meaning I could've been done with college half a year ago, because I know I could've and still can pass the lowest level easily. Also, it's a month and a few days late to change what test I'm signed up for this December.
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We just had a tumor removed from our cat Angel's colon where it meets with the intestines. Test came back today, and the carcinoma has spread to her lymph nodes. She has maybe six months with no treatment, or six months to a year if she goes on chemo. One of the best indicators that a cat will respond well to treatment is body weight at the time they start, and of course hers is way under where it should be since she's been unable to digest food.
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:<
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/me hugs Newbie
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This is all going to sound horrible and selfish on my part, but I try to emotionally divorce myself from the nightmare that has consumed my older brother's entire existence as much as possible. I talked to him this morning, listened to just how utterly depressed he is, and I am just fucking furious.
In June of last year, one of his four-month-old twin boys had bleeding in the brain. Despite no evidence beyond the bleeding, (which may have been caused by the boy being born two months premature, or by any by any number of things including hereditary problems), CPS determined that he had been abused and had both twins taken away. The boys were placed with a couple that was friends with my brother's wife.
Shit happened, the couple turned against my brother, and the twins were placed with the wife's mother and step-father. They weren't placed with my mother and me because I'm on prozac, ergo I'm a danger to the children. I'm not allowed to be alone with them.
Seriously.
Anyway, the wife's mother is insane and the step-father is straight-up evil, abusive and controlling. This guy somehow managed to worm his way into controlling the situation, and instead of helping my brother and sister-in-law, he's using this whole mess as a way to control them. When he says jump, they jump or he calls the authorities on them. He actually stood up in court and objected to them getting their boys back.
Meanwhile insane mother-in-law has, very literally, rendered both children autistic. I am not exaggerating. These boys, nearly two years old, are operating on a six-month-old level. She doesn't play with them. She doesn't talk to them. She doesn't allow them to socialize, or make messes, or make commotions, or be disruptive. She sits them in front of a big-screen television and plays the movie Rio all day.
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Jesus, DN, that sounds like the sort of thing you should be calling newspapers about and telling it at length to a reporter with page hits glowing on their eyes.
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Grandmother had a bad slip and hit her head. The doctors aren't optimistic.
This is probably rationalization - I mean, she's 90 and wasn't that much in touch with reality lately - but the avoidability of the situation is what bothers me most. So much money doing Bejeweled clones and we have no decent solution for the fact eventually most humans need help to keep themselves upright.
My mother feels even worse, as she was caring for her at the time. Ugh.
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Man, just a river of bad news for you guys today. :((((
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Yikes.
I hope my sympathy helps you feel a tiny bit better.
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Yeah, I wish I could do something to help both of you.
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Been thinking about my nephews, again.
It seems that the mother-in-law is blaming vaccinations for the twins having IQs of 60.
Tragedy fact: my brother and his wife spent thousands of dollars at a fertility clinic in order to have these children.
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I am seriously starting to think Zara has the right idea. This sounds like an awful enough story that the press just might pick it up.
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Christ almighty. That is a nightmare.
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so embarrassingly enough, after playing pinball fx2 I think I janked up my hand pretty bad. The base of my right index finger had some soreness and I felt some resistance when I bent the finger. About 5 days later I finally decide to look it up and it's probably trigger finger. (http://www.assh.org/Public/HandConditions/Pages/TriggerFinger.aspx) So now I have my finger in a ghetto splint to see if I can fix any swelling that may have happened. I'm hoping it helps, because jeeze this kind of sucks. Also typing this without a finger really fucking blows.
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GUYS MY BRAIN IS FALLING OUT MY EARS ALSO MIGHT HAVE MISPLACED MY EYES
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ARGH THIS COUGH JUST WON'T DIE.
Got over the cold part of this cold (was it a cold?) two weeks ago. Since then I haven't been able to shake this cough. Saw doc on monday, he just told me to take cough syrup. Didn't feel THAT bad yet, but this stupid thing keeps getting worse every day. Can't bloody sleep at all.
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Strange. Whatever this is, it seems to have attacked my sinuses and throat, but I've been spared the vomiting symptoms.
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I noted your vain attempts to quarantine yourself from the plague ship the rest of the apartment has become.
Even the cats are sick :(
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Coworker who I didn't know especially well but saw almost every day was killed by a hit and run while she was biking home on a (relatively) safe road right around the corner that is wide, rarely trafficked at the time of night she was biking, and has a dedicated bike lane. No one has come forward and there were no witnesses or suspects.
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Christ.
Senseless and awful.
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Condolences.
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We just had a tumor removed from our cat Angel's colon where it meets with the intestines. Test came back today, and the carcinoma has spread to her lymph nodes. She has maybe six months with no treatment, or six months to a year if she goes on chemo. One of the best indicators that a cat will respond well to treatment is body weight at the time they start, and of course hers is way under where it should be since she's been unable to digest food.
Welp. That's the end of that.
Today was a shit day.
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;____;
Kiddle.
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that's rough, Newbie. I'm sorry. I hope your kitty is at peace.
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Always sad to lose someone close to you. Even if they never talk.
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In three weeks I've been sick twice. Now I'm not bemoaning a sore tummy and now a sore throat but this shit keeps happening on my days off so I'm sick the whole fucking time I have off from work ;(
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I hear that. This isn't the sickest I've been, but it is some of the most tenacious shit I've had in years.
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I'm starting to think one of you assholes gave me your cooties via internet.
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My mother has had a sinus infection for a few days and for some reason her lip started to swell up. She went to the doctor and they just said sudafed will take care of it. She goes into work at the hospital today and an hour or so later, the admit her to the ER. By the time I'm heading to work, she's getting x-rays and all kinds of scans.
I'm hearing nothing. I text her and she tells me to come pick up her jeep. So apparently she's going to be there overnight. Then she says she'll talk to me later she's heading into surgery. An hour and a half later, I finally get a hold of my brother and of course they are telling him everything. She got a staph infection in her nasal passages and will be in the home in a few days, cancelling our family Christmas this weekend.
Bad enough my mom was admitted to the hospital but people not telling me things really ruffled my feathers.
(Okay. And since I had a sinus infection for a few weeks, I was worried it was my fault. Turns out it's my brother's! As he picks at pimples and got two staph infections in the last few weeks and doesn't wash his hands very often. The guilt wasn't helping my situation.)
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I'm like, the last person who should be giving this advice (though, if you ask me, I'm the only person who should be giving this advice! /solipsism)... but you shouldn't assume ultimate culpability all of the time.
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I am actually starting to think there might be something wrong with me at the moment.
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It sure doesn't feel good to discover some of your own flaws, but it's the first step toward growth.
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That's... not what I was talking about.
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RIP Grandma.
It was about as clean a death as one could hope - she never quite woke up from the cranial surgery, and simply couldn't get herself back on before she fully exhausted herself.
Still. Inevitability sucks.
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Sorry dude.
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You have my sympathies, Zara.
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Condolences.
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I'm sorry, Zara. I love you man.
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You know what doesn't improve a sinus infection? Getting food poisoning.
It was legitimately terrifying to just keep getting worse throughout the day, and hope it would eventually get better on its own. Driving myself to the doctor was not an option.
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I hate UPS right now.
So much.
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How can Brown Shit on You?
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In Royal Canada...
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Got t-boned at an intersection when a dude ran a stop sign.
Worst part of the experience is the fact that I had to argue with my dad for an hour for having the audacity of wanting to drive it just because it's still running and I have a job to get to. Instead of... I don't know what the other option would be.
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Calling into work saying you got t-boned and getting it towed to the shop? Driving on something if it hit a wheel or caused damage to an axle can go instantly from "repairable" to "totaled"
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Got t-boned at an intersection when a dude ran a stop sign.
Worst part of the experience is the fact that I had to argue with my dad for an hour for having the audacity of wanting to drive it just because it's still running and I have a job to get to. Instead of... I don't know what the other option would be.
Public transportation is out of the question?
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Pretty sure he moved upstate, so probably.
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Calling into work saying you got t-boned and getting it towed to the shop? Driving on something if it hit a wheel or caused damage to an axle can go instantly from "repairable" to "totaled"
Was working nine hours after the accident. No one would have been able to act fast enough to get the store open.
Pretty sure he moved upstate, so probably.
Not upstate (i think) but the nearest bus is about a mile away and has literally one morning and one night route, which either wouldn't get me in to open or out after we close, so they wouldn't work.
Fortunately my dad gave in to giving me a ride over letting me drive. I got out for tomorrow and if I'm super lucky the insurance will actually comp me a rental for the rest of the time, nullifying the issue.
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Not upstate (i think) but the nearest bus is about a mile away and has literally one morning and one night route, which either wouldn't get me in to open or out after we close, so they wouldn't work.
Not trying to be a dick, but a mile isn't actually terribly long of a walk. The shit hours, though, that's something else.
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Been feeling really down and up lately. Haven't really left the house at all over the last few weeks, I feel like i'm sort of getting addicted to isolation, even though i hate it. I don't want to leave my house, I just sleep all day, And spend the rest wishing I was asleep, The only really good times are when i'm talking to awesome people online.
Also, I got a throat infection, weird lump at the back of my throat, hurt like hell, I think it's gone now, fortunately, but it hung around for like a week, and eating anything was like trying to get razorblades down.
Having a few weeks off was sort of nice, in that it let me talk to people I barely ever see anymore, but it is going to be sort of good to go back to work, even though I currently sort of dread it.
I've spent most of today either crying or hiding under my blankets, Wish I knew why I feel so terrible.
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Also, this is the first time i've come to the forums for about a month, I've been feeling sort of afraid of coming here for some reason. I don't know why.
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it's because we're (http://i.imgur.com/zhZra2L.gif)
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Stush, that sounds worth seeing a doctor over.
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I think I need to change my medication, the stuff i'm on helps a little with stability, but I still have these horrible crushing lows every now and then.
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Sounds like exactly the kind of thing you don't wanna hazard "powering through". Since, presumably, if it was something you were going to do, you'd have already done, considering your apparent experience in managing depression.
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Yeah. It'll cost money, but either you do it now, or do it when you're doing worse.
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I really do think that gradual pain build up is the worst thing ever. I sorta stopped wearing my cts braces a while (probably two years) back just because my wrists had been doing fine, and despite the fact I know how this shit feels from going through it the first time they prescribed me the braces I still managed to let it build up so much that my thumb is all tingly and my first two digits are starting to feel it as well. Basically what I'm saying is now I have to wear a wrist brace again. :(
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I mean, I hear you: No one wants to be the nerdy computer guy with braces... but I don't have braces. When I feel shit start getting bad I have to stop being at a computer.
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It's not even my computer that's doing it I think. Pretty sure it's all the money counting at work.
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I've mentioned before in this thread and in general about my dad's back problems. Occasionally he'll get hit with I guess a pain spasm and I'll need to carry or hustle him towards bed, get water, etc, generally make sure he's comfortable until it goes away.
Tuesday was the worst I'd ever seen. It struck when he was in the kitchen, so I hustle down, get him to his office chair, get him water, a pillow, and then for the next two hours he's screaming and howling in pain into the pillow in a horrific noise that's going to be in my head for weeks.
Whenever he could form words it was just "Why, God, Why" over and over before it was back to screaming. And I couldn't drown it out, my mother wanted to play the crying martyr and mope about instead of help, so I had to keep my headphones off and door open in case he got coherent enough to speak, or worse. During the entire screaming fit I was deathly afraid that I'd hear a gunshot and then it'd stop.
Just, fuck. It's still in my head.
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That kind of shit sucks. My mom has leg cramps wherein she just sits in her bed crying and saying stuff like, "Make it stop" and I know she's not talking to anyone in particular, and I know she knows there is nothing I can do about it but I feel a crushing sense of failure for not being able to do anything that will make her feel better. Never mind the fact that I'm pretty sure seeing your parent cry from pain is like the worst thing. If you ever need to talk about that stuff I'm sure any one of us would at least be able to listen.
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My dad had the same thing in his legs, but it wasn't half so bad. We did have to come and jump on his calves (my brother and I were small) sometimes though (not THAT hard). I've had the same thing in my own legs very rarely, but only briefly. I'm sure that if it went on for hours I'd be howling too, but thankfully that's never even come close to happening.
Luckily it stopped for my dad when he started running regularly (my dad is probably healthier than I am) and as long as I bike or walk regularly I don't seem to have trouble. Not saying that would work for either of your folks though; their problems seem much more severe.
It's not even my computer that's doing it I think. Pretty sure it's all the money counting at work.
Well, it's not much of a consolation, but how many people can say "I got carpal tunnel from counting too much money."? :richiam:
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"I got carpal tunnel from counting too much of other people's money."
:cratchett:
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Lyrai, can't he get painkillers that would help with that? Or is it just so bad that nothing would help?
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He's already on very strong painkillers. The pain is just so bad, they do little to nothing sometimes.
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Sounds like a tolerance issue?
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Anything back-related needs some pretty damn strong narcotics to even put a dent in, unfortunately. And anythingth at strong is going to be pretty nauseating, not to mention tolerance/addiction. My deepest sympathies; I've been throughthe ffixable stuff and it was almost too much.
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Yeah, I mean in theory there are painkillers for just about any level of pain. The problem is any sort of long term use of that is suuuper-problematic for about a half-dozen reasons.
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This is sort of minor for me, but it'll be a fucking heartbreaker elsewhere.
So months back, on the euro wargaming forum I go to, I put up a cartoon character image and was basically "Hey does anybody make a mini like this?" That's not a super-uncommon thing to do at all. I liked the character design and it actually looked similar to some of the existing game figures, so I figured, hey maybe there's a licensed version or a knockoff or something.
For some reason, one of the younger guys on the forum, a German kid, got all excited. He really liked the character image and said he wanted to practice sculpting and that not only would he sculpt one, he would send me a copy when he was done. Well, I was impressed. Custom mini's something people charge a lot of money for! I didn't think much of it though... I figured eventually he'd lose interest or get frustrated with things not working, or whatever as usually happens.
But months later, the same kid messages me, showing me a finished sculpture. Now, it looked a little crude, but it was really well done for a guy just starting out. But... he's not really going to send me one, is he? Casting stuff is it's own horror show.
And indeed, the kid had all kinds of trouble casting up the mini - most of his attempts were a write off. His amateur efforts also had him using a polyester resin which was quite fragile. But finally, after many tries, he had some good copies. How many, I don't know. It's certainly possible that he only managed two good ones.
Well, now I was amazed and really flattered. This kid, who I had never talked to previously, had spent months labouring to produce a custom made mini that I asked for. He had followed through at every step of way, apologizing for delays, and never asked for even a cent for postage. I swore to myself I was gonna paint that fucker up and do the best damn job possible and put up the pics in all the places I always do, because I suspected if there was anything that kid wanted to see, it would be that. Somebody really valuing all the hard, careful work he'd poured into this thing.
Well, I got the mini today. And this is a post in Shit Days, so this ain't no happy ending.
It was perhaps not packed as securely as it might have been. He was very careful and had hand-shaped a very nice little styrofoam form to carry the mini. Only it wasn't very strong. Somewhere in the mail, the head had been obliterated. Like, dust chips.
I... don't even know what to do here. Do I tell him? I mean that's a case of "break his heart now or later" but maybe he's gonna try and send me another! He might send me his own copy and I don't want him to do that if that's all he has left! Do I try to swap heads (that'd be pretty noticeable!)?
Fuck!
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Tell him. He seems to be embracing and learning from his mistakes; this is one more mistake for him to learn from. Chances are he'll apologize, make a new one, send it the right way, and feel that much more triumphant when he gets it right.
You'd better damn well have your paint ready.
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Yeah I was leaning that way anyway. I mean, it's gonna come out sooner or later since he'll eventually want to know what I've done.
One thing I was thinking of is asking if he had a miscast figure where the body was bad but the head was okay.
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So I was making garlic toast and the pan started slipping out of my hand and I grabbed it with the hand that had no oven mitt on reflexively and now I have burns on three of my fingers, my thumb and my palm... all because I refused to drop my toast :(. Also all the burns are on my main hand. shit is rough. Only consolation is that I just found the perfect avatar.