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You mean that technique that Tidus uses in order to prevent wild Malboros using Bad Breath on the entire party, and forcing the player to start over from his or her most recent save-point.

captpackrat posted...

https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/a/user_image/2/8/2/AAQwHjAADtni.jpg

Why does this look a lot like someone did some algebra on Euler's identity?

Judgmenl posted...

what you mean by education

I refer to those videos that serve as how-to guides.

I made this topic because about half of the material in my Python certification course is contained in video format. I'd much rather read a tutorial of the material, rather than watch a video of it. I admit that it's petty that I complain about this sort of thing, since there are countless articles of documentation available on the internet, in addition to the ones built into the interpreter.

I must have these answers.

I am almost certain that this movie was inspired by a book by that doctor who calls himself Seuss. It might have been a Christmas special. I am under the impression that the movie I am thinking about is that movie detailing the events of how that Grinch creature tried to pseudo-metaphorically steal Christmas from the local town. In any case, the only point I remember from the movie I am trying to identify contains a scene where some narrator explains how one person rung up the telephone on two people, how those two people rung up the telephone to call to other (distinct) people, and so forth. Anyway, can anyone help me identify the name of this movie?

I must have these answers.

I figured that out once, but only by sheer trial and error. It should be obstinately clear that were I to undertake this puzzle once more, I would have to go through the same tedium that had gotten me through the previous time.

I don't understand why the master bedroom doesn't have its own bathroom, while one of the regular bedrooms does. For that matter, I don't understand why there are only two bathrooms in a house that can house at least four people. Personally, I wouldn't need so many rooms, but it's still horribly-designed for the reasons mentioned.

Greenfox111 posted...

One day when the great evil jazz reveals himself he will lead the fresh peoples into battle

You mean like that politician from that movie with the warrior monks and the spaceships.

Jen0125 posted...

the same way you act here

I am rarely ever talkative in real life. If you mean that I have a tendency to point out the obvious overmuch, write in great length about issues that concern me, begin nearly every one of my non-serious replies with "You mean..." followed by a comparison to an object completely unrelated to the topic at hand, and speak in a voice that is rarely ever colloquial, then I do none of these things, save for the last. I rarely ever speak more than one or two sentences when broached with an attempt at a conversation. I sometimes show an inappropriate amount of disregard towards others whenever they speak; it is rarely ever intentional, though. Awkward silences almost punctuate every attempt at a conversation anyone has ever tried to have with me. I never look people in the eye when they speak. I never greet people whenever I pass them. And I'm almost always day-dreaming, so I tend to not pay attention to my surroundings very closely, or to people when they speak. My eyes are usually focused away from other people's eyes whenever I am in public. I would blame no one for disliking me, honestly.

Jen0125 posted...

Are you content?

No. I have this new job, and I'm already worried that my co-workers hate me because I'm always half-asleep and appear reserved and sullen during virtual meetings. Just one hour ago, one of my supervisors had sighed before calling my name to get me to give her a progress report of what I'd done for the day. Now I worry that the rest of them feel the same way, because they had all agreed in unison to drop the virtual meeting early.

I extract from my pocket my phone, which I use to illuminate the area. That's when I discover a second shadow beside mine: I'm not alone.

Do you primarily use vim, emacs, nano, some other text-editing program, or a dedicated IDE in order to write code?

I've been eating nothing but rice and eggs for the past three months. Do you think I am due for a health disorder of some sort?

ReturnOfFa posted...

What consoles/handhelds

None in particular, at the moment. It's just an idle thought that I felt like vocalizing.

ReturnOfFa posted...

C++ or some big programming languages

Definitely. I know some Python, but I'm pretty sure that it'd be too inefficient and too "distant" from the metal to do anything meaningful. I do know some C and a little of C++. I have thought many times about building my C/C++ skills. But lately, I just slack the energy for any serious study. The lack of projects, aside from the project of "do everything I've done in Python except faster", doesn't help matters.

Sahuagin posted...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ar9WRwCiSr0

It is an interesting watch. But I lost track of what he was saying mid-way through the video, sad to say.

I'll PM you, and reply to the other lot when I have the energy for it.

ReturnOfFa posted...

the people that make mods and hacks

Yes, in addition to those who learn the architecture of a given device and how to add to it new functionality that the original manufacturers of the device had not intended.

Sahuagin posted...

a programmable intermediate add-on of some kind

I'm asking this question because I'm curious about where people learn how to engineer such devices.

I imagine that a background in systems programming is a must. How much computer science experience would be needed in order to begin attaining such a background?

I must have these answers.

I must have these answers.

Huh. For some reason, I had thought that this topic was going to be based on the premise of a new flavor of Hamburger Helper television dinners comprising a blend of cheeseburger and corn, rather than a flavor consisting of merely the former pictured alongside a bowl of the latter.

Sarcasthma posted...

https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/a/user_image/0/6/4/AAY0mLAADoro.jpg

Is this photograph depicting Zac Effron holding up his hands in a gesture that suggests that he does not care meant to intimate similar sentiments with respect to the topic in which you have posted the photograph?

I tend not to switch on the radio by sheer habit.

Yes, but probably only in the respect that people who have only heard of Pokemon are able to name that specific Pokemon, and as such, when asked what their favorite Pokemon is, will answer accordingly.

It sounds like he wanted to talk to those girls, perhaps either to ask one of them out or to flirt, got disappointed when they were out, then vented his disappointment by insulting you using irony. I wouldn't take it too personally.

Xigbar, after the bloke what lent his Keyblade to the bloke you've quoted in the opening post of this topic.

wwinterj25 posted...

you've gone somewhere recently

Yes. I flew from Hawaii to Washington, then went on a road trip to live in a cheaper state, in which I now claim residency. It was a fun two weeks.

faramir77 posted...

The United States is clearly none of those things

I feel as though you are being ironic.

It's not one of those days where I am paralyzed by my belief that nothing I do has true purpose. But it wasn't really all that good in a number of other ways. First, I had to see a mechanic to fix the problem with my car's then-tendency to misfire and fail upon switching on the ignition. It cost me more than three-hundred American dollars. During that time, I headed to the local university in order to inspect the contents of a book I had heard would be a helpful resource to one studying the more technical aspects of English grammar. I admit to being embarrassed about having to seek help regarding my ability to communicate in a language I've used for over twenty years. But I had maintained, when I started to pursue the studies, albeit half-heartedly, that my ability to write prose was terrible, and that I wanted to get better at it. Sure, it might be true that I am able to write academic papers with little problem. But as I had had virtually no practice writing prose, the fact that I cannot do it skillfully should come as no surprise. But yet again, my arrogance gets the best of me. The fact that I am so well-practiced in writing other sorts of works might even be detrimental to my current pursuits; some of the habits I've picked up writing non-fictional papers may not translate well to writing works of fiction. In any case, I had gone to the local university in order to check up a book that I had found through aforementioned university's website. On the way there, I had to pass the local students, and it wasn't the best experience. I did my best to steer clear of them, for I knew I had no right to be among their number, but not only because I was not enrolled there as a student, but because I cannot claim that I was ever a proper academic, having never taken my studies, which I had lost interest in over time, seriously. On the rare occasions when I did have to pass students, I had to overhear some of them use liberally the word "literally" and speak of matters, such as dating, that would never concern or interest me. I tell myself the latter bit because I had long ago given up the prospect of having a friend, let alone one who could relate to me on such an intimate level. But I tell myself that I am not ready to engage in this thing called "friendship", as I still have intimacy issues, immense difficulty figuratively opening up to others, and smiling just so I could appear sufficiently amiable to approach. In childhood, I was always shy; this fact has been one of the only aspects of myself that has always remained constant. In any case, I looked at the book, exited the campus, then walked back over to the mechanics, who were only able to partially fix the problem with my car's inability to start reliably and without delay. I had planned to get a haircut in preparation for my coming job, but then I got to thinking. I had only gotten a haircut before because of obligations in my life that required it, such as my mother, and this job at which I do not want to make a bad first impression, and certainly not with my slovenly appearance. I'd never gotten a haircut for my own needs. I had always defaulted to the usual cut out of habit. But now that I am all alone and free, more or less, to make choices that do not require the consent, or invoke the judgement of those with whom I live, I decided that it wasn't technically necessary that I get my haircut. All the same, I had decided, it would make me look terrible if I'd shown up looking like a criminal with hair concealing his eyes. That being said, in my view, I am not even close to looking like such an individual. Yet, it is a concern that still brews in my mind, even now. I then decided to post-pone the haircut and get the supplies I had meant to get during my trip into town. I drove home and carried my supplies into the room that I am renting from this couple. This reprieve from my thoughts was not to last, though. I knew that I was due to complete an assignment for this Python course I am taking online. Four hours after returning to my room, I finished and submitted what I knew was an incomplete assignment. It was incomplete in the respect that I was tasked to write tests for the modules that I had written --- or rather, it was incomplete in the respect that I had not placed aforementioned tests into the correct directory, and that I had not written test-functions for those functions that, in my view, were far too cumbersome to test, as aforementioned functions took as arguments data-sets that were far too cumbersome to produce manually. I did have a csv file containing the appropriate data, but I had felt that importing the other supplementary modules that did contain functions to read csv files was incredibly messy. So I just chose not to do it; this was an oversight on my part, since I wasn't even meant to be writing test functions within the modules anyway. I was to write functions testing the modules inside separate files. And therein lied the problem: I had no idea how to structure the test functions, since I had neglected to read the documentation for the Python module that generated the directory in which I was to write and test my code. In any case, I submitted my code incomplete because I was just far too tired to read documentation on my laptop, documentation that would have likely helped me complete the assignment in accordance with the requirements as prescribed by the instructors. But I had decided already that most of the material within was irrelevant to what I was trying to accomplish; this decision had served as sufficient deterrent from my reading the documentation carefully. Needless to say, this decision was one that I now regret. I am usually far too tired to take in anything while reading, in general, nowadays. Now, I am awaiting the instructor's inevitable notification that my submission was incomplete, and that I will very likely not receive the best grade on it. This is one of the worries that weight heavy on my mind at the moment. Another worry I have is my landlord(s) scheduled to have me out by the end of the year. I worry about my performance at this job. Unlike many others I had taken, I care very greatly about my success in it. My most recent job ended because I had gotten sick of dealing with others, to the point that I just half-chose to do a sufficiently poor job to get my manager to take me to the human resources department, after which I submitted a terribly worded notice of resignation, which I fear they would cite as proof that I am a fool. On my way home, I had thought about how I could have phrased my resignation better, and not about the fact that I did not have a reliable source of income anymore, a fact that scares me and makes me think lesser of myself for not taking life as seriously as I should, now that I'm living life on my own two feet, in a manner of speaking. There are many things I silently chastise myself about on a daily basis. I chastise myself about having hobbies that detract from more productive pursuits. I chastise myself about continuing to practice mathematics, even though it is no longer relevant in my life. I chastise myself for not engaging in my pursuits with as much enthusiasm and effort as I'd like. Recenty, I chastised myself about having stayed home for the past two days, having been occupied with that Python project I discussed previously. The fact that I'm sleep-deprived and consequently energy-deprived hardly helps me with regards to my pursuits, recreational or otherwise. I'm not able to do all that I want and all that is needed of me because of my day-to-day fatigue. I thought I'd be able to sleep, now without the stress of having to live in a dysfunctional family. But I knew deep down then, that other factors contribute to my consistent lack of energy, which has only been detrimental to me. I shall not discuss these factors, for they are too sensitive to discuss publicly.

Anyway, this was how my day was.

I must have these answers.

Surely, it would be leagues more cost-efficient to simply watch it on a streaming platform.

BigOlePappy posted...

giant boxes

Weren't those just plastic CD-ROM cases?

hera posted...

celebrity deathmatch

You mean like that Nintendo game with all the brothers who smash one another by tilting the analog stick while pressing the A-button.

FatalAccident posted...

sounds terrifying

You mean when said by an individual who has carelessly inserted a space between "bat" and "eating", when in truth, their intended meaning would be better expressed had said individual inserted a hyphen between aforementioned words.

I'd do the first thing by doing the second thing.

I ended up wishing her a belated birthday over text-message. The gesture and the timing of it most closely reflected what I was feeling, anyway.

I'm never going to wish my father a happy birthday, though, not after he stole from my mother's bank account while she was brain-dead in the hospital two years ago.

ZombieCheetah posted...

Zeus

I believe he is a user here who proclaims himself as a left-leaning centrist; though many denizens who argue with him about political matters will happily disagree.

Lil_Bit83 posted...

offended that I wasn't offended

You mean paradoxically.

On one hand, she does love me. On the other, it's only because the rest of my family abuses her copiously. Moreover, it will be very awkward to speak to her next, when she inevitably tries to make contact with me again. On the other hand, she would be overly forgiving for my lapse of memory, but mostly because no one else is really fond of her, as mentioned previously. She did have a terrible habit of underestimating me and lowering my self-esteem, to the point that I had been driven to seek domicile in a place where she cannot easily visit. She also had a habit of never listening to a thing I said whenever I sought her for emotional comfort. She also weaponized me against my father in a decades-long feud, often spoiling me for the sole purpose of spiting him. She never bothered to learn a word of English in order to communicate with her own kids properly. She also treated me like an emotional support dog, ranting to me about things I cared nothing about. Once, I had to listen to her rant about how she should have married some bloke from Macau instead of my father. In spite of all this, I think I love her on some level. But now that I've been away from her for so many months, I'm not so sure. Anyway, what should I do?

I must have these answers.

Don't ask why.

EDIT: Realized that there should be an "a" between "me" and "lazy".

DietSchmendrake posted...

mimicking his colors to make it looks like nothing is wrong when he is, in fact, covered I chameleons

Oh.

Is the implication of this playful scenario that the hapless bloke trapped underneath the pile of chameleons is invisible, because aforementioned chameleons have activated their camouflage abilities in order to inadvertently, or otherwise, conceal you, thus giving the impression to any passersby who will hear your cries of help that they are in the presence of a specter that ought to be fled from, rather than helped, like in some ghost stories where a member of the living world has fallen victim to some ghost's trickery?

r?

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

I must have these answers.

DietSchmendrake posted...

there's another letter

You mean like in the first Harry Potter movie.

ZangsBeard posted...

incident

I was working too slowly at a task that I'd done only a couple of times. I already stopped caring about my job at that point, so my pace was partially because I was already in half a mind to quit, partially because I just don't move fast in general, and partially because I get so little sleep these days. I'd seen that my hours had gotten slashed in half for the following week, and it was then that I questioned further the point in continuing. On a previous occasion, human resources called me in because of my tendency to be far less sociable than what is required of someone working in a customer service role. From that point onward, I'd accepted the inevitability that I would one day get fired anyway, because I just abhor having to speak with people in general, customers, superiors, co-workers, and all.

I must have these answers.

thekingoftown posted...

911 is a joke

You mean because the American police force has recently been the figurative bum of many jokes due to widespread media coverage of their incompetency and essentially legalized acts of hate crime.