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Lokarin posted...

stocks will always appear to go up if the value of currency goes down

It's like something out of that novel that takes place in the year 1984.

Judgmenl posted...

No person in their right mind ever willingly takes a Job doing Java work

Is this an insult meant purely to foment irritation in those have pursued work programming in Java, or is it a statement that is born at least partially of genuine sentiments?

AltOmega2 posted...

I got my ass kicked at work today and I'm dreading tomorrow, literally cannot think of anything else.

My sympathies.

AltOmega2 posted...

it sure don't feel like it

You mean because of all the inflation making you pay more money for exactly the same quantity of a given product, the will of corporations imposing upon the consumer the burden of sending electronic tips because they cannot be bothered to pay their own employees properly, landlords increasing rent at a rate faster than the wage of their tenants can keep up with, or some other depressing aspect of this world that further reminds you that it largely revolves around the pursuit of this thing called "money"?

Gay Superman.

FrozenBananas posted...

that way

You mean in the way that he is liable to be the cause of a school shooting, the intent and sentiment behind which can be detected in the bitter and slightly mad undertone in which he might utter these lyrics?

darcandkharg31 posted...

hope it turns out for you

Thanks.

darcandkharg31 posted...

quoies

darcandkharg31 posted...

jacking

I don't know what either of those words means in this context.

KJ_StErOiDs posted...

Mud

You mean like Dumbledore's at the Ministry for Magic shortly before Harry Potter's fifth year at Hogwarts?

I'm finding myself in a familiarly rough spot. My landord and landlady have been more insufferable lately. It all started when they announced their decision to move houses. They alerted me about five days before the actual move-in date. I didn't have time to find a new place to live. They had insisted that I move in with them to the new house, and this was a pretty surefire way to present this as the best option for me. It was somewhat unscrupulous behavior. It's made slightly worse by the fact that they see me as a substitute son for their estranged son, with whom they had had an argument the July previous. I think that the landlord was aware that he couldn't hurt his own son, as the latter was much physically stronger than he was, which was why the landlord beat his wife to coerce the son into some nonsense. Anyway, that son was the reason why the landlord started house-hunting over a year ago, presumably. That was the start of it.

During the move, they made it clear that they had no respect for me. The landlady had called me useless after I had failed to help her with some furniture-moving task. She and the landlord kept coercing me into moving their things. I hadn't actually promised to do so, nor had they asked my permission; they just kept insisting I help them. This wasn't really my responsibility, but I was forced into it, anyway. It would have been slightly tolerable if the landlady hadn't been screeching at me to move a bit of furniture using my car, and then trying to rearrange the contents of my car in order to do so; never mind the fact that I was already transporting my own things, which she had tossed carelessly aside for her own.

Come post-move, the landlord sort of just stuck a plunger into the sink I was given permission to use, in order to fix a clog. I had recognized the plunger as having come from a common space toilet, and then resolved to never use that sink ever again. It doesn't help that that was the sink I used for cooking my rice.

I would be searching for a new place to live, if not for the fact that the landlord and his wife plan to take a vacation starting from Friday, until some point in September. So now my plans are delayed. It's not like I had many options for housing, though; unfortunately, my income is too low for me to seek housing under what Google reports is a respectable company. In short, these are familiar problems, but in an entirely different environment.

ultra_magnus13 posted...

Aaaaadddvvventure Time!

You mean that cartoon where that human and his dog-brother grab their friends, and then go to very distant lands?

argonautweakend posted...

the point

Publicity for the celebrities, at the cost of the disappointment of the fans, and the celebrities themselves to an extent for not being able to gratify the aforementioned fans properly and in a satisfactory manner, as you have made clear in this topic.

<<';

Okay.

Yellow posted...

Linux

Yeah, that's been my main operating system for the past year or so.

MeatiestMeatus posted...

Hope they don't ruin it

You mean like how King Midas ruined his daughter using his golden-touch powers, which he had acquired because of his greed, except in this case the company what subjugated the other company has no obligation whatsoever to care for the latter, nor for its loyal loving consumers?

At some point, I just stopped caring.

ConfusedTorchic posted...

for only your

I feel like the gravity would suck in the rest of you, in a non-sexual manner.

adjl posted...

suck

You mean in a figurative sense, in a literal sense, or is that the joke?

It's been a relatively cathartic and productive day. I threw out some things that I had brought back from home over a year ago. I've also dropped off my dress clothes for dry-cleaning. I'm also sunbathing my suitcase interiors, after having emptied them of contents that are not very useful to me after I had initially bought them. This whole affair has been a somewhat costly operation, in all honesty, an affair that I hope will end on Monday, when it comes time for me to pick up my dry-cleaning.

To my relief, my landlord and landlady are also offering me the opportunity to move in with him to the new house that he plans to live in. It's much nicer and spacious, and so forth. My rent won't be hiked, to my relief. But I get the feeling that I am being used as a pawn in his domestic chess game, so to speak. Last July, he had had a violent row with his son. I get an overwhelming feeling that he intends to espouse me as a replacement, an idea that I am uncomfortable with. Moreover, he had given me only five days' notice before he announced that he was going to move out. I've no idea what happens if I don't move in with him. It did seem a bit nefarious, almost manipulative, to give me such short notice of his plans, in order to make his desired option my desired option also. I also get the feeling that my landlady is not overly fond of me. She keeps calling me, "boy", a term that I don't find very endearing. I have doubts as to whether or not she truly likes me as a tenant. After all, I do tend to forget at times that she and her husband are sleeping, then proceed to somewhat noisily cook rice in spite of it. I am afraid also, that the couple is not overly fond of my compulsive hand-washing habit, among other habits in which my compulsion for cleanliness and orderliness is made overly conspicuous. They have never voiced the complaint; still, I have bad memories of people shouting at me for wasting water. To their credit, only one of those memories involves the landlord himself.

I've also been rewriting and revising my recently-completed work of fan-fiction. In the few days after I had completed it, I had felt a distinct emptiness, which I've come to accept as having nothing else in my life that truly mattered to me. This, I found to be truly depressing; a few days later, my attention was detracted from my sorrow and existential dread by a compulsion to mentally check the paragraphs I had written, to check if I had added what I had meant to add, to word things in the way I had preferred. I have a feeling that this compulsion will not cease soon; this I took as a somewhat vain sign that I am always improving as a prose writer, albeit one who is terrible inexperienced. This inexperience was made more apparent once I read some fan-fiction authored by another. I had come to realize how bare of description and substance mine was, in comparison to this one. Then I chided myself once more for my work not being as perfect as I had envisioned it, shortly before assuring myself that it would be a sure sign of distress if I one day ceased to see the imperfections in my writing, for it would be an indication that I no longer was able to mature as a writer.

I only wish I could write narratives and so forth as well as I write expositions. Ideally, I could sign up for an online fiction-writing class at a school I've had my eyes on for a while. But that class, as it so happens, is overseen by a writer whose work is so very different from the vein of fiction I wish to produce. Still, I wonder if I could learn something; anything could help. It was the advice of some other online lot to take a collegiate creative writing course. It is true that I do wish to improve my craft. It is true also, that I've nothing else to lose but fewer than one-thousand of my American dollars and my evenings also. And speaking of the class schedule, I was informed previously that attendance would be a factor in my ability to pass the class; on the other hand, I do not aim to pass; I aim only to learn, which in my view, is a much more valid reason for taking it to begin with. Still, these are factors to weigh in when considering a class to teach me something that, for the first time in so many years, I express interest in.

Lately, I've also been thinking of my writings as extensions of myself. In particular, I have been thinking about what is worse about someone disliking my work: someone liking my work, when I myself am not satisfied with it. I have realized as of late that this was one of the reasons why I had had so few friends, if any, during my childhood. I used to get angry whenever people told me that they liked me, platonically or otherwise, at an era in my life when I was thoroughly unable to like myself properly. This attitude was one of the few things that have not changed in my life. I am still wondering if I ought to consider this attitude a fault.

Anyway, this is the bare gist of what has been happening with me as of late.

I've been having more and more flashbacks about the incidents; most of them happened after my graduation. They had kept insisting on it, and insisting on it. Soon, they had replaced the water supply in my car with it. My car was my only sanctuary away from them. I'm only remembering all this now, because I had probably repressed it all out of fear.

When I finally moved out a year ago, they sort of put in "washed" objects into my trunk against my wishes. The scary part is that I took some of the contaminated objects with me when I moved. Lately, I've been getting into the habit of throwing out anything I suspect might have been contaminated. It's been getting very stressful and costly. Some of the contaminated objects have been in contact with things that are hard to replace, such as my laptop, my dress shirts, and my coats.

In recent days, I've suspected that I might have OCD, which is worsening only now that I'm starting to remember all this. I haven't been feeling safe as of late, with the knowledge that I'd been in the presence of "contaminants" for over a year. I don't know if all the bacteria and so forth has dissipated after that time. I don't know if it's safe to touch, to handle. I'm... very scared. I feel like I'm starting to fall apart to my paranoia. It's been getting harder and harder to sleep.

DirtBasedSoap posted...

ama

Did you eat anything else today before this?

I'm sorry.

LordRobunaga posted...

1019608 is the number and it's 75.22% of an unknown number.

Let's call this unknown number "y". The quoted text is equivalent to the statement, "1,019,608 is 75.22% of y". Translating that into symbols, we have that 1,019,608 = 0.7522 * y.

If that's what you really said to him, then maybe he should find a new parent-figure.

Sarcasthma posted...

You need a new body

You mean like Master Xehanort near the end of the Kingdom Hearts prequel.

DirtBasedSoap posted...

https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/a/user_image/7/7/5/AAXuu6AAEr_n.jpg

It's like an instance of the pot calling the kettle heliy.

Jen0125 posted...

Where do you guys live?

I used to live in Hawaii. Now I live thousands of miles away from there.

ConfusedTorchic posted...

skillshare

While I do fantasize about learning stuff again, I do feel like my personal projects want my full attention; they've been on the backburner for too long.

acesxhigh posted...

one of them

I never think of these thought-dumps as my writings. But yes, I guess they technically qualify.

I used to glorify school as a high point in my life because it was when I felt least lonely. Lately, though, I've been recalling terrible incidents that I had repressed. I was the victim of a series of cruel pranks, which involved my colleagues repeatedly trying to get me to drink toilet water, which they'd fill into my bottle. Some people at my old workplace used to do the same, as did my family sometime after my graduation. I don't know how people can be so awful, honestly. They didn't think of me as too smart, which is probably why they felt justified in doing what they did.

Now that I'm working a job, thankfully well away from my family, I can't help but miss learning things. Before, I was jaded. I had already accepted that I had had no future, and that any education I received would be useless since I had had no goals in life. The same holds now, unfortunately. People used to tease me for not having a life, for not having friends. But that I had neither friends nor hobbies (that my family would inevitably ruin anyway) was monumentally worse than being teased about it. Again, the same holds true now, sans my being teased for it.

Not a whole lot is keeping me going, honestly. I've my writings, one of the only things in my life that I can truly call my own. And now I have a room to myself, and for the first time in my life, privacy. With the exception of my emotionally-dependent mother, I no longer have to deal with my family, who had somehow deluded themselves into thinking I'm some idiot who deserved no respect as a human being. For most of my college career, they were convinced that I was a high-school dropout; and they burnt my diploma to somehow prove it. They used to go berserk whenever I read, did homework, or cried about being abused by them, since they thought --- and still think --- that I'm illiterate, and that I didn't have emotions any more complex than those of a dog.

I live in what I had envisaged as my paradise: Anywhere but at home. Yet, I'm still lonely, still without purpose.

Anyway, is it normal to miss school as a working man?

I must have these answers.

Metalsonic66 posted...

Remy

You mean that rat who pilots that ginger chef like he's a Gundam?

It sounds rather like a pasta variant.

jsb0714 posted...

Data is being compiled

You mean like when Sora is fighting the data replica of the absent silhouette of the Organization's No. IV in the director's cut of the third Kingdom Hearts game?

ConfusedTorchic posted...

horribly stupid

I feel like the number of conditions that a user of the applicattion would have to check would only add to their stress, thereby preventing them from going to sleep as easily as they would without having to mentally keep track of all the configurations needed for the application to function as intended.

It was a quote worth quoting in its entirety.

Sarcasthma posted...

A happy death is a good death.

True. But a death avoided is a life saved. Whoever vandalized this traffic sign clearly cared nothing for the repercussions of their actions. They may inadvertently contribute to unnecessary traffic accidents and worse.

potdnewb posted...

jump constantly

You mean like in that Zelda game with the Ocarina of Time?

Revelation34 posted...

third party sources

It is almost as though it is trying to destroy its own credibility by not allowing editors to cite from anything that the author of a fictional work says directly.

You aren't talking about Ghost Knights from Kirby 64, are you?

Today, as I drove back to my landlord's house where I rent a room, it took me ages for me to notice a bleeding firetruck coming up from behind me. Cars far in front of me had noticed, and had pulled over. I meanwhile was daydreaming like the most careless driver I know. I had been wondering what those lot were doing, until the car directly behind me pulled over, and revealed to me that which I had missed. Then I panicked; I had thought that making the upcoming turn would have been faster than pulling over. I was already speeding up.

And now I can't even tell if I am more worried about the very serious traffic citation I will likely receive in the mail, or about the lives I've endangered by delaying the firetruck. I am not sure what to do with myself, after having felt relief that the firetruck wasn't going where I was turning.

Buffkin posted...

LTTP = Late to the party

This is the first time I've seen that acronym.

I am worried that it may spontaneously catch fire, or else explode. Is this a rational fear to have?

I must have these answers.

Lokarin posted...

the person they are portraying and not as themselves

You mean like the opposite of Will Smith.

NinjaGhosts posted...

impossible missions

You mean like in those movies that he helps produce.

At one point, I would have violently protested against it, saying that Square ought to remain its own entity, independent of any one company besides itself. Now, I just don't care that much anymore.

ArvTheGreat posted...

vent

I have a crush on this girl at work. I sort of wish I didn't, though. I had already accepted loneliness as my default mode of existence, and as such, had given up on trying to get myself to talk to her. This new bloke at work had already stricken up a conversation with her, and already the two are on speaking terms. She, unfortunately, already knows me as the weird bloke who gawks shamelessly at her whenever I pass her in the halls. I will not deny that I am jealous of the new bloke. I'm trying to get over her, but without much success. Sometimes, I wish that didn't have feelings when I pass her in the halls. They're just a bit much for me to deal with.

I can almost envisage a fan-game with this topic as its premise; it would be akin to a prequel to an A Link to the Past game set in the real world.

I feel as though this line was used once in that motion picture with Robin Williams as some psychologist for some janitor.

Are you sure it's not 523.67 degrees Fahrenheit?

It lost its fun for me years ago.

Lokarin posted...

the radar room

Is that where you took an arrow to the knee?