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HelIWithoutSin posted...

Gold and white.

Oh, you mean like that dress that this car is on the verge of becoming the 2024-equivalent of?

kind9 posted...

the religion of atheism

Why does that sound slightly oxymoronic?

agesboy posted...

RC

Yes. That's exactly the person to whom I was alluding. Sometimes, I try to reference a given entity without (technically) explicitly saying their name. It backfired horribly, in that I got stricken with a moderation of sorts, and a reputation for being some sort of racist. I can only hope that that reputation lasts no longer than the moderation that's currently on my record. In any case, even if it was in jest, it would easily offend, I should think. Insults hit differently when they come from others rather than oneself. So I'm sorry, RC, if you're reading this.

Yes. I think that either Jen or that white-sounding black chick is a member of it.

captpackrat posted...

Ross

Geller?

Nade_Duck posted...

wouldn't mind living in the

The first would definitely make for exotic fantasy scenery, especially if the colors remained as they are throughout day and night.

ArvTheGreat posted...

smoker

She eats too much damn fast food.

adjl posted...

The conclusion doesn't change.

I seriously doubt that a therapist could help me at this point. It'd be too costly, besides. In any case, up until recently, I had not envisaged myself staying in my current role for as long as I have. It was only recently that I decided that I had plans for myself, and that staying would be my best course of action. Once I knew that I'd be living with the noise for a little while longer, I realized that I had to do something to tolerate it. It sort of was my fault that I didn't do this earlier. Friday will not come quickly enough.

https://imgur.com/lFvnD3n

Some sort of fan-fiction piece about a cursed cartoon horse. I think she's a musician and a philosopher or whatever.

adjl posted...

over having your music momentarily drowned out in a public setting

You misunderstand. I put on music for the sole purpose of drowning out the sound of her clearing her throat. I will refer you to this part of my opening post.

EclairReturns posted...

She is most of the reason why I put on headphones at my desk.

Cacciato posted...

guy

I don't understand the reaction. I didn't even write anything that even approached the length of what you Internet-goers refer to as a "wall of text".

ArvTheGreat posted...

Is she

I've checked her out once or twice. <<';

She basically oversees the entire operation of the employees on the floor. She is most of the reason why I put on headphones at my desk. Sometimes, the songs that I choose to play have parts where they go soft. Sometimes, she clears her throat during those parts. It is at that point that I groan rather loudly, and strike my desk out of anger and irritation. What do you message-board folk suggest I do, besides get therapy for my misophonia?

I must have these answers.

Does Ultima from FFII count?

slacker03150 posted...

I just operate the machine

My meaning was that perhaps the lot who designed the plates would know better than I do.

But then they would be more likely to bend, and let your food spill over. I assume that the manufacturer of these plates have engineered their products to have a rigidity that accommodates for their surface area.

BlazeAndBlade posted...

rub suncream in the eyes for protection

Should we also enlist the help of a guerrilla army in order to infiltrate the capital city of a country of pyromancers in order to take down their despot, only to be deterred by the daughter of that despot?

ReturnOfFa posted...

https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/a/forum/f/f04c6f4b.png

Surely, the author of this comment means "overestimating"? If one is underestimating the speed with which current users would quit G-Mail once given the opportunity, then that is equivalent to saying that those users would take a long time to wean off the e-mail platform. If one is overestimating the speed in question, then one would believe that those users would quit using G-Mail in a heartbeat in order to subscribe to this new and 'revolutionary' Elon-Mail platform.

GranTurismo posted...

visible cuts and bruises

Not really. Like I said, I took at most ten punches before I was able to get away. They wouldn't hit me if anyone was looking; I was lucky to have made it in front of the Walmart before I was cornered.

GranTurismo posted...

caught

I didn't stay long enough to find out; I drove out of there, drove far, made U-turns at two distant intersections, and came back home with half of my original purchase.

GranTurismo posted...

why they singled you out

I was actually doing shopping at the local Sam's Club. The parking lot there made me claustrophobic, so I parked at the nearby Walmart, and walked over to the Sam's Club. It so happened that by the time I was done with my shopping, the middle school bus dropped its students off.

GranTurismo posted...

badly beaten

I took at most ten punches before I was able to blend back into a passing crowd.

I was beaten up and harassed by some teenagers outside a Walmart after getting some plastic wrap. Does that count?

Metalsonic66 posted...

https://youtu.be/oPttoKu-uIM?si=nMDfjExMTvM5wXnt

You mean of text, or of China?

ParanoidObsessive posted...

What was the point of anything ever?

I'm assuming that this is a rhetorical question that is posed often by existential nihilists. Therefore, I shall abstain from responding to it.

Nowadays, I spend the weekends alone, doing absolutely nothing. I am in no real rush. I tend to squander my idle time spent here. I have nothing to do. I have nothing to live for, really. Nothing gives me any real joy anymore. My job has long ceased to exhilarate me. Before, I was tasked with maintaining Excel spreadsheets and the like. But the aforementioned spreadsheets have been pretty stable for many months now. Now, the days spent at work consist of nothing but sitting at a desk for eight hours, waiting for the day to end. All the while, I am surrounded by --- and it hurts me to say this, because sadly my co-workers are the closest things I have to friends at the moments --- people who cannot be arsed to use proper grammar and spelling. It is infuriating. I constantly feel this incessant need to silently validate their online communications, so that I still know what is wrong and right. It is driving me mad. More often than not lately, I am analyzing the grammar and syntax of literature, online and otherwise, than actually trying to digest the meaning of the literature. I fear that if I start to tolerate their blunders, I too shall fall into the habit of committing them, having grown tired of pointing them out to the great interest of no one. I feel as though I take the job for granted as of late. I tend to not abide by designated break periods as rigidly as I used to. I tend to let out these depressing sighs that were once the bane of the lot with whom I went to college, over four years ago. Speaking of which, I am only now remembering how much of disappointments they were compared to the picture I had had of an ideal college student, to scant on details. In any case, for five days of the week, I feel like I am surrounded by buffoons, and it is driving me to madness. What also drives me to madness is the daily dose of flashbacks that surge inexorably through my mind, flashbacks that I can scarcely stop thinking about until I transcribe them to paper. And even then, it's just almost impossible for me to stop thinking of my bad experiences until I've relived them fully. I used to have a bad habit of suppressing, denying, and dissociating when these experiences actually happened. I write often of how sad my life is, and so forth. It's like I'm barely there in the present. Consequently, I can barely focus on anything around me; most of the time, it's just background noise to me; most of the time, my memories seem more real to me than whatever inane nonsense is going on around me. I don't exactly have anything that makes me happy anymore. I used to occupy my workdays with a bit of fan-fiction, which I've had completed since over a month ago. Now, I have nothing, nothing at work nor at home to keep me busy. I've been thinking of learning how to do web-development, so as to advance in my career. Today, I just didn't have the energy for it. I don't exactly have many interesting projects to deploy onto this Worldwide Web contraption that is all the rage with these Internet-goers these days. I've also considered learning how to edit text in Vim better, and how to use that Git utility on a level that is more than basic. But again, I'm just too tired to do any of it. I'm still haunted by experiences from my past; most of them nowadays involve my being harassed by fake DoorDash patrons who wanted to either bully me or steal my car. Reliving all this, being able to vent about this to no one, doesn't leave me with much energy. That's not even counting the fact that I'm solitary for most of my days off from work. It's just me, alone with my thoughts. Also, I'm unsure if this is valid to complain about, but the fact that I live in one of the most uneducated states in these American States bothers me. I want to move somewhere else, like Washington state. But yet again, without a good career already set-up for me, without any actual goals for professional advancement, I'm stuck here. It's like I'm back in Hawaii again, except that I'm much lonelier than I was then. Almost two years have passed since I deserted that state for good. I couldn't live there; not alone. The rent was mad, the scammers were aplenty, and I just hated it there, stuck on a single island for twenty-eight years of my life. I once found joy in revising my fan-fiction. But now that I've finished it, there is nothing more of interest I wish to work on. As I reread my work, though, I am finding blunders and errors that make me embarrassed; I once called it the only thing in my life that really brought me any semblance of joy. Returning to the subject of my co-workers, whenever they engage in conversation, I cannot help but feel like an alien to them. They talk about topics that I just have no stake in whatsoever; video games, sports, current events, and some other inconsequential nonsense. I can't care for any of it. None of it really touches me emotionally; it's just background noise; it's just a bunch of words that refer to some nonsense that I sincerely couldn't care less for. Listening to it all reminds me how distant I am from them all, in a non-literal sense. It's depressing, really. Anyway, overdramatic rambling aside, how was your Saturday, board?

I must have these answers.

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?