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[Jimor]

They followed her out (we were a bit suspicious at how a small girl can drink a bottle of WKD, six cans of lager and a bottle of wine in an hour and come back for more) and discovered she was selling it on to smaller children, so she has been permanently banned from buying alcohol in-store now.

Okay, so like, this is illegal where I live, like, they will fine you and possibly arrest you. Is england just cooler about these things or what?

I think it's more that the store employees don't have police powers to make that arrest, hence the mere banning. 

In California, there have been so many stores caught selling to underage buyers that a lot of them ask for ID no matter what your apparent age.

And, just for fun: http://www2.potsdam.edu/hansondj/funfacts/itsthelaw.html

[Barmymoo]

Okay, so like, this is illegal where I live, like, they will fine you and possibly arrest you. Is england just cooler about these things or what?

It is illegal, but as Jimor said we don't have the police powers to arrest her. If we'd known whilst she was in the shop that she was planning on doing that, then the security guard could have detained her and rung the police but I don't think that happened. At any rate she is not going to do it again.

Blog thread! My favourite teacher from my first high school replied to my Facebook email! Her son has just finished his first year at my old school, which is incredibly weird because I remember her talking about him and he wasn't even at school then; he is now older than I was then. Anyway I always wanted to get back in touch with her, I missed her a lot for a while so it's great to be in touch with her.

Today I did my last shift before I go to America! I'm so excittttttteeeeeeeedddddd.

[Reed]

I had quite the crazy night/morning.

So, I went out to visit Shane last night, got a little more drunk than I meant to (lack of food + lack of sleep = decreased tolerance!). Still, it was a pretty fun night. Then, around 3 in the morning my drunk self decided that the best thing to do would be to walk back to my motel room that is a good 25 miles away (and even turned down offers for rides down there because I didn't want to inconvenience anyone). I think it's pretty clear that I am a champion at making bad decisions. At this point my cell phone battery dies, and even if I had wanted to go back to the party I wouldn't have known how to get there. So, I'm heading in what I think might possibly be the right way home, then stop to ask some guys for directions. One of them tells me to not be stupid and wait for the morning to head down there, so I wound up crashing on his couch (really nice guy by the way). He makes me coffee and toast in the morning and shows me how to find road out of town. I hitched down to Pittsfield with a really nice guy and his son who were going on a roadtrip to check out colleges for his son to apply to. Nobody in Pittsfield would give me a ride home, so I wound up walking the remaining 10 miles and now I am completely exhausted. I really should get in the shower because I smell like stale beer and cigarettes, but that's like, 10 feet away.

Also, apparently East Coasters are weirded out by my excessive use of 'hella' when I'm drunk.

Also also, I may or may not have drunk dialed someone to inform them of my plan to walk home.

Also also also, I managed to go the whole night without calling people I had just met raging cocks and/or cunts and making innuendo about the size of my penis. Yay maturity?

TL;DR strangers can be really awesome and I make exceedingly bad decisions.

[Zingoleb]

Debating whether or not to reply and will just keep it short.

Anyway, best of luck with this new therapist have you gotten a clear idea of what she'll be trying to do, and how?

Right now? She's referred me to one Dr. Amos who has been giving me tests. He also likes Daft Punk and has a Les Paul (he volunteered this information). I'm rather fond of him! It's rare for me to find a therapist I actually like and feel that I can trust. Basically they are trying to give me a diagnosis before they proceed from there - the most I've been told is I have schizo-something. Not schizophrenia but something else that I've never heard of and can't remember.

Nobo (Norbert?) - I'll probably take you up on that, and thank you.

[nobo]

Nobo (Norbert?)

You got it. Anytime.

[Hat]

There has been the sound of a bathtub emptying coming from my neighbours house for 45 minutes now I am kind of freaking out about this

[JD]

That is pretty odd.

[Hat]

Also I bought a copy of "Dirty Mind" the other day and the LP has been sitting on top of a CD case next to my front door cause that's where I put it when I got home and now people are saying bye to Prince when they leave the house but forgetting about me which is making me distinctly uncomfortable

[JD]

Perhaps you should move it.

My brother broke a fairly new recliner by sitting on it today. Hilarious

[Johnny C]

usurped by prince 

[Zingoleb]

Hat: The Man Formerly Usurped by Prince

[Hat]

To be fair who has the more imposing presence

[calenlass]

Well, I was going to post about my break-up, but I'd hate to kill that post, Brett.

[Jimmy the Squid]

Not to belittle your break-up or anything Katie, but I'm pretty sure nothing can kill that post. I think you can go for it.

[Hat]

As a young looking dude I've always thought it was kinda funny yet sad how relieved people behind the counter look when I dig out my ID and my money at the same time and fork it over without even being prompted. It shouldn't have to be that difficult of a process yet an amazing number of people seem to get miffed about presenting their ID. I really don't understand why people with proper ID should really feel put out over it; I keep my money and my ID in the same place anyway. We're all in this together, people, just make it easy for the nice person to give you your booze.

It's a few days old, but I would just like to applaud this post. Where I live, the fines for me personally are up around 8 thousand dollars for selling alcohol to a minor. Nevermind that my immediate manager will get fined EIGHTEEN thousand dollars, and the company I work for quite an amount more. Needless to say I will not have a job afterwards!

You might look over 18 but you do not look over 25 (our policy as well) and you definitely do not look 8 grand over 25 so fuck off and show me your goddamned ID, arsehole.

It sucks and I can understand why there might be issues with having to show ID when you are 40 (legally, every patron of a nightclub is required to have ID here, liquor licensing came in one afternoon to the place I worked at, fined a man and his wife, obviously in their 40s, who hadn't brought valid ID, and tried to convince the manager they were legally allowed to check camera footage to find out who served them booze and fine them as well), but unfortunately it's the law and any negative reaction to it except "man, fuck whitey, these laws suck" isn't really necessary.

[calenlass]

No, the thing that bothers me about that is when they make me take it out of the clear plastic sleeve it lives in in my wallet. That is a pain in the ass.



I broke up with my boyfriend on Thursday. It is really strange, because I feel mopey and depressed and sad, but I can't cry about it, and I would like to because I think it would make me feel better. It has been a long time coming, because he never realised what all actually goes into a Relationship, but it still hurts, you know? I just wish I could do something about it. The best part is that he wants me to make him feel better for breaking my heart, and yesterday he said he had an idea that would help him win me back. Right.

This sucks.

[MrBlu]

Russell Peters

*Beams like a clown*


Anyhoo, I'm tipsy and my head feels like it's spinning, but this is so weird because I literally had only about 3 or 4 drinks, and I threw away one. As in, the first was Coco Mania, Appleton, and Tropicana, with a lot of Tropicana. I threw it away. Next it was all Coco Mania/Pepsi and mostly Pepsi. Weeeeeeeeeeird. And I went to piss about 4 or 5 times. This usually doesn't happen, but I guess I'm gonna put down alcohol forever, yeah yeah, I shouldn't be drinking, I'm 16, blahzey, my father held high position very close to the product at J. Wray & Nephew, so I've good reason to know a thing or two about alcohol (no I don't), oh yeah, I'm blabbering.

... Uhh...

Purple camel?

[Hat]

No, the thing that bothers me about that is when they make me take it out of the clear plastic sleeve it lives in in my wallet. That is a pain in the ass.

The only two ways to tell a fake id here are to pull it out of that sleeve and bend it slightly - to see if the light reflects off the hologram imprinted in it properly - , and to run your finger over the picture to make sure another picture hasn't just been inserted over the top of it. One of the first things they tell you when teaching how to spot a fake ID is to pull it out of that compartment for these very reasons.

Sorry it is inconvenient, but then again the main reason I don't keep my ID in that compartment is because it is annoying as hell to have to pull it out over and over again. Imagine having to do that fifteen hundred times a night, is what I am saying here. A lot of people can be awfully sure they aren't legally required to pull it out to get entry and this can get really frustrating when you have to explain to them that yes, it is required to take it out of the clear sleeve.

[Eris]

I am pretty glad that the clear sleeve in my wallet is big enough that I can take my ID out really easily, because I automatically get it out all the time whenever I go to buy alcohol. The only time I don't is when I am at the bottle shop that I worked at for a bit because they used to all know me except now most of the people have left so it doesn't really work that well. Even then, it takes what, 10 seconds to get it out? It's really not that big a deal.


I have a trial on friday at the cafe that ben and I go to a lot, doing waitressing. They already know that I am in Newcastle a lot, and are still considering hiring me, which is hilariously great. It is probably my only shot at getting a job in Sydney, and if I don't get it it means trying to get a job at home and then I will never get to go to sydney and see the people I like and will be stuck hanging around home which makes me really depressed so I really kinda need this job. The only problem is I haven't done much waitressing and sure as hell haven't done any for about 2-3 years, so I am pretty rusty and worried I am going to fuck this all up and then my only real chance at a job here is fucked. So I am kinda panicking and will be doing so until the trial actually starts.

[BrittanyMarie]

I always grab my id out unless I know the bouncer knows me, but I still have it then and gladly hand it over if they ask. I am 23 but definitely look younger than that anyway. Katie! What I do is carry my "bar essentials kit", which is a cigarette case with just my id, a debit card, some cash and the key to unlock my car (if I'm going out for just a drink or two and not getting my actual drink on). Because you're right; it is totally a pain in the ass to get that thing out. Maybe something like that would make it a little less annoying for you? Plus cigarette cases can be so pretty too! I mostly get annoyed when because we have a smoking ban, we have to go outside to smoke (it just went into effect about a year ago) and once I left my purse inside with my other friends when I decided to go smoke so I said hey to the bouncer and smoked and he wanted to see my ID when I went back in. It was dumb of me to leave the ID in the bar, but it is not a big bar. Luckily another bouncer vouched for me.

Guys! My awesome friend Arnie finally came home! On Thursday we went apartment hunting and then I went to a softball game (to drink) and then out drinking (more), then Friday I went to the street fair and got sunburnt and went drinking for my friend's birthday, and he proceeded to vomit all over (and mumble incoherently in German [Arnie could only understand "I want to go home"] and even though Arnie was the one mostly taking care of him, I was the one who got puke on me. They made me go check on him when the birthday boy was moaning loudly in his room, which was the best because he was face down naked on the bed and his butt cheeks were wiggling in a hilarious way (he was ok, just had bed spins) (he was flexing his butt cheeks), then on Saturday we went to the street fair again (I bought some sweet rekkids, including a 45 about Bobcat Skid Steer loaders from like the 50's, which I used to build) and I am so sunburnt and then I took the best nap followed by going out with Arnie and the birthday boy for really good food (and beers) and then finding the one roundabout in Fargo to drive around it. Today we started a beer tour and watched a movie. I'm starting to become stretched thin, my friend Ali has been feeling that I'm not spending enough time with her and my bff Clay has asked me to hang out a few times and I just haven't been able to though I did invite him with this weekend. I still feel guilty though.

tl;dr I had a good weekend.

(PS Good luck on the waitressing!)

[Johnny C]

protip: develop a mild drinking habit and become a regular at your favourite bar and the bouncers won't ID you because you'll be on a first name basis with them. hello paul i hope you're reading this

[KvP]

Hppf ;ivlo jsmsn!

(translation: good luck hannah!)

[Alex C]

I just use one of these. Not the most fashionable thing ever, but very practical if you're like me and never got into the habit of carrying around entirely too much shit in the first place.

[Hat]

Honestly dude, wallets with those windows in them are pretty cool when you are 17 cause you can just flip it open and show the bus driver your pass real cool-like, but in the real world, that thing you've got there is infinitely more badass.

protip: develop a mild drinking habit and become a regular at your favourite bar and the bouncers won't ID you because you'll be on a first name basis with them. hello paul i hope you're reading this

or just work in a string of bars for brief periods of time being intensely memorable for the duration of your employment there, it helps if you get fired for nudity while working.

Then a few months later stroll in and voila, assuming staff turnover is not too drastic, you have a whole bunch of places to drink next time you lose your ID!

[Zingoleb]

Tonight, I took the time to try and torrent Ride the Lightning. Now, my connection is - let me check - 26.4 bps. Hey, it went up from 24.4 bps.

After the eight hours it took to download a 70 megabyte .zip file, I open it up to discover not an album, but a massive .pdf file containing all the sheet music to Ride the Lightning.

As miffed as I want to feel, I still can't help but be amused.

[JD]

Use Pirate Bay

[MrBlu]

Learn the Guitar.

[Jace]

Blog thread,
Hate myself.
Why did I start playing Magic the Gathering again?
What the fuck is wrong with me?

[onewheelwizzard]

Because it's an awesome fucking game?

[JD]

Because it's an awesome dumb fucking game?

Though that art on the cards is real pretty, I'll give em that.

[ViolentDove]

Zombiedude I have to disagree with you there. It's probably one of the better card games around. It's actually quite similar to poker in some respects.

Hi blog thread.

I wouldn't usually post the work I do here (except for the articles I did involving Dovey and Lunchy) but I'm actually really, really happy with this one and I'm pretty excited because it's my first multimedia story on a big news website. Also it has roller girls!

Roller Derby Grand Final.

[allison]

Blurg,
I am so restless and on edge. I want to fight something. Let's fight!

[Ozymandias]

Hey Allison, Canada is stupid and you smell bad.

[Hat]

Learn the Guitar.

Dude has an excellent idea, although I hope you have an Ibanez cause you can't go *CHUGACHUG CHUG* with your goddamned Les Pauls (or maybe you can?)

Awesome night at work, Blog Thread.

Monday nights are usually pretty badass because you basically do absolutely nothing until about fifty people turn up out of nowhere for some weird fucking reason (tonights reason? Pink Concert cancelled!!)  and you're the only bartender and suddenly you're making four girly cocktails at once and getting down to an acoustic soloists version of "Psycho Killer" and just fucking working it and then its just easier to close the whole bar rather than just start telling individuals they've had to much to drink and have to go.

Then I wound up walking home cause its silly to spend fifteen bucks on a taxi for a six hour shift, so I wandered past Hotel LA, which apparently is the only place that has a decent Monday night going on, but I pretty much walked out after the DJ dropped "Push It", not because it is a bad song but because it is basically a crutch for DJ's playing music to people who don't give a fuck what kind of music they're dancing to as long as there is some BANGING ELECTRO HOUSE remix of a Chilli Pepper's song.

Anyway in summary, made some pretty drinks for some trashy ladies,  danced my ass off, and basically enjoyed my job for the first time in a few weeks!

[MrBlu]

I'm not sure if I got enough sleep last night...

Oh, "Rushmore"... Uhh later guys.

[Aimless]

Dear blog thread,

I pulled a proper all-nighter for the first time in years!!! It was so unnecessary! So awful! Never again! But even so, it was fruitful, the first draft turned out all right, I have new things to work on... and today, for the first time in a while, I don't just feel like I'm wasting time, like I'm procrastinating. I feel like I've worked and have earned a relaxed evening. It's a lovely feeling, and it's jostling around in my head, with other feelings--such as the feeling of being incrediby tired and fuzzy-headed--and various thoughts, such as "mmmm amarula and chocolate milk and Firefly and rain isn't a bad combo at all".

I pray that I will be able to sleep tonight and regain some semblance of a normal Swedish circadian rhythm. I may, however, have too many jugs of coffee in me to be able to accomplish this. It doesn't matter, because,

PS. blog thread, she likes me! Fat lot of good that does either of us right now, but it is NICE to KNOW, no matter where it goes.

[LittleKey]

Blog Threeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddddddd!

I've had the greatest week! On Tuesday night I went to the midnight showing of Harry Potter, and seeing as my birthday was on Wednesday, it started whilst in the theater! Cool place to turn 16, I'd say. And then after the movie (It was good, but they should have had the big fight at the end and Dumbledore's funeral) I went home, got some sleep, then woke up and went to DISNEYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND! The only thing better than going to Disneyland with your friends and not having to pay to get in cause it's your birthday is going to Disneyland with your friends and not having to pay to get in cause it's birthday and being congratulated by like 10 employees cause I think they're required to or something. Still felt good. I think one of the highlights of the day was the water ball; it's this big marble or something ball that floats on top of water, and you can rotate it around and stuff. I made sure that on the actual minute I turned sixteen (5:38 PM) I was pushing the water ball hahaha. The next day, my parents gave me a hundred bucks and a shirt that is plain black but has the word "Pants" on it in white.

Now fast forward to Saturday, and I had a small birthday party at the local lake. It was small, about 5 people talking and eating pizza and cake, but it was really fun. Afterwards we went to my house and played Mario Party 3, and then another friend and I went and stayed over at my friend's house. We talked about how awesome the new fighting game BlazBlue is going to be, and played soooooooo much Soul Calibur 4. I ended up pullling an all-nighter, which was fun but tiring. Overall an awesome birthday week! I'll be sure to put some pictures up in the photo thread.

tldr: It was my 16th birthday, I have awesome friends and had a great week!

[squawk]

oh man wait what the fuck disneyland is free on your birthday?! how you do this

[Zingoleb]

Learn the Guitar.

Was this quote in reference to me? I know how to play guitar (and I've got most of Call of Ktulu worked out already, anyways), but this is sheet music and I can't read music.

Would be nice if I could.

Edit: Wait wait wait wait wait I just took a closer look and it has the tabs, too! Fuck yeah!

[allison]

Blog thread the University of Toronto student website is inundated with second-years trying to enrol for courses and I am one of them. I can not get into one course, that I need as a co-requisite for other courses. I am so exceedingly frustrated.

seriously though i am fucked oh shit shit shit

[Johnny C]

Honestly dude, wallets with those windows in them are pretty cool when you are 17 cause you can just flip it open and show the bus driver your pass real cool-like, but in the real world, that thing you've got there is infinitely more badass.

Attn. window-wallet goofballs: just go to Poketo and get yourself a wallet! Not only do you have a bitchin' cool wallet that it's easy to retrieve shit from but ladies all the time be askin' you, "Johnny C, where'd you get your wallet from!??"*

*this is all they ever ask

[MrBlu]

Was this quote in reference to me?

Yes

I know how to play guitar (and I've got most of Call of Ktulu worked out already, anyways),

Awesome 

but this is sheet music and I can't read music.

Wait, what?

[Zingoleb]

Tablature, that is things like E|---0-0-2-0-3-0-5-3-| I can read, but musical notation is not something I ever learned.

The most I can do is (slowly) figure out each note, but I couldn't tell you anything regarding time signatures, note values, or any of those good things.

[MrBlu]

I thought you knew how to play the pianner?

[Zingoleb]

The piano? Yeah, but it's relatively basic stuff.

(Except for this one song I do that makes my hand cramp up halfway through and is fucking impossible)

I just know scales and chords and play my own music. Don't really play anyone else's. Not on piano, anyways. . .

Edit: I take that back! I arranged "Hot for Teacher" for piano awhile back (and extrapolated it into an entirely different song and claimed it as mine) and plan on doing the same for "Nothing Else Matters" at some point soon.

[Hat]

Honestly dude, wallets with those windows in them are pretty cool when you are 17 cause you can just flip it open and show the bus driver your pass real cool-like, but in the real world, that thing you've got there is infinitely more badass.

Attn. window-wallet goofballs: just go to Poketo and get yourself a wallet! Not only do you have a bitchin' cool wallet that it's easy to retrieve shit from but ladies all the time be askin' you, "Johnny C, where'd you get your wallet from!??"*

*this is all they ever ask

Ladies even be asking me this and I am not even remotely physically similar to Johnny C, but as I just stated, this is all they ever be asking

[ViolentDove]

flintoff

 

[LittleKey]

oh man wait what the fuck disneyland is free on your birthday?! how you do this

http://disneyparks.disney.go.com/disneyparks/en_US/WhatWillYouCelebrate/disneyland/index?name=CelebrationsDLROverviewPage

You sign up on the website, and make sure you bring a copy of your birth certificate or some other certification to the ticket window when you go (They don't take it, they just check to make sure it really is your birthday). You get free one day admission to one park, a cool badge to wear that they write your name on, and the employees say happy birthday to you. It's a pretty sweet deal! (I never thought I'd be able to say that about Disneyland, what with their $69 admission, $400 passes and $9 cheeseburgers).

[Zingoleb]

So my father just came up into my room and decided to expound at length how much of a failure I am and all those wonderful feelings I had today are now gone.

Thanks father.

[Hat]

Jesus christ I just had a terrifying conversation with a telephone banking attendent as I tried to explain their entire phone/internet banking system was shitting itself and she tried to explain that she couldn't actually transfer money through her shit and so we just had this weird couple of minutes where she was talking me through the routine of signing in over and over again and it wouldn't work like some kind of weird fucking purgatory and then suddenly like a dawning sun it  all started working again and I didn't know how to explain to the poor girl that she could ditch this twisted, wretched lunatic she'd gotten stuck on the phone with