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Metalsonic66 posted...

was it actually good?

Only to those who are enamored with their nostalgia, like TC, I suppose.

Metalsonic66 posted...

things have changed obviously over the years

You mean like the value of an American dollar due to inflation?

pikakaeru posted...

i want to bmx that hole

I wish to convert that hole into a pool, sort of like that thing that this Jen girl got a permit for somewhat recently.

Curious: Where did you learn how to do systems programming?

Well, hrm; thanks for replying to this thread. I really do appreciate it. The thought that I'm not the only one going through a shuddering fit right now is of some comfort to me.

Specifically, I remember falling for a few housing and rental scams, in addition to more than a handful of fake deliveries. I remember my personal info, and my car almost getting stolen a few times. I don't know how I'm still here intact with all my stuff. I still don't remember a lot of what happened since I graduated, and that scares me to death. I'm just freaking out at the moment. I'm remembering times when I almost had my car stolen after I moved away. I've been freaking out since late last night. I haven't been able to sleep in days. Anyway, how was your morning, board?

Yes. "Why?"

Lokarin posted...

make new life by just

Isn't that how some people usually do it?

ParanoidObsessive posted...

basics

I was not aware that truncating a given URL at what is clearly the name of some image file is considered "basic".

Sarcasthma posted...

latter

Oh.

Lokarin posted...

definition of

According to this thing called a "Google-search", the definition of "atelier" is that "workshop/studio place that is commonly used by those artist/designer people".

https://i.imgur.com/BkcfRt6.png

Sarcasthma posted...

So hot

Did you truncate the "revision/latest?cb=20160410152422" portion of the URL, and respond ironically to an image of what most would not consider an attractive woman?

Or is the irony directed towards the fact that the URL as-is is broken?

Yes, I'm pretty much just wasting my life here, and moping about stuff I went through as a kid.

joemodda posted...

Zoidberg

Surely, you mean "Zuckerberg", and not that lobster immigrant doctor from that cartoon with the space version of Oedipus, the mutant, and the criminal android?

ConfusedTorchic posted...

some reason

Are you referring to their love of money, and the flock of consumer loyalists who will support anything they put out there? Or are you referring to their desire to push the limits of technology being greater than their desire to appeal to their consumers? Or perhaps your meaning is that they are too blinded by money in order to see that the production cost of a given item does not necessarily equate to the value of that item being fully appreciated by their consumer-base?

ParanoidObsessive posted...

Him

You mean that God deity, or that Satan deity?

Didn't he get a bunch of criminal charges attached to his person? Wouldn't those stop him running?

I finished some sort of writing project last Sunday or whatever. It was the only thing that really kept me going through the work-week. Now, I have nothing. I don't know what makes me happy anymore, etc. Everything feels like background noise at this point. I finally have my own apartment, like I always dreamt of. It's great, and all; definitely an improvement over living at home with those insufferable family of mine. All these years, I had dreamt of getting as far away from them as possible. That was partly why I went to college. I had thought at the time that I could not be appealing to employers without a college degree. I had had no actual plan for what to do with my education. I only thought of leaving, escaping that crazy state where my family lived. Now that I have, I'm starting to remember more and more about why I hated it there. I don't feel like going into more details than I have already. In any case, I'm just stuck here, I guess, without a plan or goal anymore. I don't know what to do with my life anymore. I just cannot see the point. It's this effectively endless cycle of going to work, going home, going to sleep, and then doing that whole dumbass cycle over again like a bloody hamster. Sometimes, I think of my life as a hamster wheel, where I run endlessly in-place without really going anywhere. I don't feel like doing anything anymore. I don't know what makes me happy. Thinking of the things that used to makes me sad. The act is a hassle, an exercise in exacerbating my depression by reminding myself that the mere prospect of those former hobbies is enough to make me groan and sigh. The things that the co-workers talk about are of no interest to me. I don't really feel like joining in when I hear something I am interested in; that would be rude, of course. Sometimes, I feel like I'm an alien when I'm around them. I feel different from them in ways that are beyond either my understanding or ability to explain. I've never needed friends before. I definitely do remember some people calling me one at one point. I had not taken them seriously. I could not relate to anyone then; the same holds true now. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I'm sick of this.

No. I'm still having flashbacks about being bullied back in school. I'm still having flashbacks about my mother refusing to learn any fucking English in order to even know what I was saying. I'm still having flashbacks about my siblings, my father, and my cousins accusing me of being a compulsive liar about all the bad stuff that was happening. I'm still having flashbacks about a lot of people in my life having refused to get to know me at all. I'm still having flashbacks about a lot of people, especially my family despite having lived with me for decades, making assumptions about me, and bullying me for not acting like those assumptions were true. I remember being beaten over the head with a book whenever I was caught reading it. I remember being concussed over again when my family caught me writing for school. I think I remember my uncle having dropped me on the head as a child, just for the fun of it, while my mother did nothing to help. I think I remember a lot of crazy louts just stalking me over again while my family just refused to believe anything I said.

Forgive me if I am using the word, "flashbacks", incorrectly besides.

shadowsword87 posted...

blinking

It is not.

ParanoidObsessive posted...

But on modern cars the check engine light is tied into the electronics and diagnostics, and can go off for any number of minor bulls*** issues. It can generally light for things as mild as "your O2 sensor is slightly out of sync" (which can affect your mileage but isn't really a danger to your car) all the way to something incredibly stupid and meaningless like "you're out of wiper fluid".

Thank you for the insight. I don't really have anyone to teach me about cars and so forth, so your feedback on the matter is very much appreciated.

argonautweakend posted...

how much snow

None this morning, but there was no way of telling how much there is going to be in two days when it would have come time for me to retrieve my car.

argonautweakend posted...

how far away it was

About twelve miles.

Jen0125 posted...

go to the store, fill out the form for the 10 minute background check, pay and walk out

That's slightly frightening.

ZayKayWill posted...

really surprised

Is your implication that given the abundance of gun violence in the country, such a reaction should be expected?

Jen0125 posted...

getting shot

Such a serious transgression for merely showing a gesture that reflects one's contempt for another?

I might honk aggressively at a driver who is about to crash into me after failing to stop at a certain octagonal red sign. I might sustain that honk for an unnecessary amount of time after having passed the driver. Oh, and I also honked once at a driver who was about to merge lanes from some intersection, when it was clearly my turn to go. I do tend to hover my hand above the horn when I spot such drivers nearby. On a bad day, I might honk anyway even though the driver hasn't done a thing wrong.

Would you call this an improvement?

https://imgur.com/a/KZtPG3z

Why do I feel as though this topic is being self-demonstrative of the issue at hand, in order to call attention to a video article that describes the issue in presumably greater detail?

Jen0125 posted...

My bad

I'm guessing that you were so jaded to all this brutality that the two news stories just blended together in your mind, then?

I'm going to take a wild assumption here, and say that your implication is that my backseat has been the unfortunate victim of a human male's ejaculation.

I don't want to talk about it.

Thank you for the suggestion. It's one I'm genuinely considering at this point. I regret that I had not put extra protection on my car beforehand. That I have to live with the knowledge of the stain in my car, below covers, is one that will irrationally cause me much (possibly) OCD-induced stress.

I suppose I was just wishfully thinking otherwise. :(

I can't tell if it's dirty with all the baking soda, or with the contents of the original stain. Has anyone got any tips for removing it? I've been thinking of just putting vinegar on it, having it soak up all the baking soda, waiting for the baking soda to resurface, then rinsing and repeating (no pun intended) until the stain is completely gone. Would anyone have a more efficient method in mind? It was my first time trying to save some American dollars, and doing it myself; but I made a mountain out of a molehill of baking soda, and now I need to get this stain mountain off my backseat.

Yes. I had to pay about eight-hundred and twenty-five American dollars.

Sarcasthma posted...

Sour cream and onion

You mean like the half-siblings from that cartoon with all the homosexual magic rocks that assume humanoid form via photonic projection, or the potato chip flavor?

Rasmoh posted...

https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/a/forum/7/769b882a.jpg

I have the strangest feeling that you are implying that the poster to whom you are replying has posted a thought that was conceived during a session of smoking that marijuana-grass that is all the figurative rage with the kids, these days.

You generally never get too old to enjoy the things you love, you know.

Nade_Duck posted...

bobbin threadbare

Why does that sound suspiciously like the name of a character from a pornographic parody of The Lord of the Rings?

This may be an inappropriate analogy, but English-speaking folk do not typically refer to that Japanese archipelago country by its Japanese name. Similarly, the Japanese do not normally refer to their country by the name English-speaking folk have assigned to it.

Entity13 posted...

What's the story you're writing based on or about?

Some children's cartoon. <<';

Entity13 posted...

Leap for joy.

That might happen this month. I am in the midst of finally completing the finale for a fiction-writing project. I anticipate to be done by month's end. Hopefully, the web-development class that I've figuratively hoisted onto my shoulders won't interfere with that work too much. Although, I confess that if I prioritize professional development courses more than I do the only thing that really gives me any joy these days, I must rethink what I aim to do with the next decade of my life. That said, I am not typically physically expressive of my emotions, negative or positive, so leaping as a result of a surge of happiness is a possibility that is far-off, I am afraid to say. I am aware, though, that it is only an expression, one born possibly of the fact that I unnecessarily mentioned leap days in my announcement, and the fact that another leap day is due in about twenty-seven Earth days.

Ask me anything.

I must have these questions.

Would that not conflict with company protocol? You know, client-expert confidentiality and all that? What about that vocalized disclaimer about calls being recorded for QA purposes? Surely, their videos would be enough to get them the figurative axe?

DirtBasedSoap posted...

i dont own a personal computer anymore

What happened?