Topic: Re: Whatever, Let's Have A Goddamn Blog Thread, But Try And Keep It Reasonable, pt B (Read 69846 times)

Patrick · « **Reply #1350 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 09:32 »

God, too many of us know people with these kind of stories.

When I was 16, a girl from my old German class back in California (same age) was killed in a motorcycle accident. Monica and her dad were into motorcross, and they were out on the track when she fell off her bike after landing a jump badly. Her dad didn't see that she'd fallen and when he landed the same jump, he landed directly on her abdomen. She went into a coma and died two days later from internal bleeding.

My family wonders why I never want to learn how to drive.

BlahBlah · « **Reply #1351 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 09:45 »

Quote from: Ptommydski on 16 Jan 2009, 09:16

As it happens, I googled on the off chance there was an electrical store near me (for those who aren't aware, I live in rural Scotland currently) and incredible, there was a store in a nearby town called Peterhead. I drove over to this store and arrived roughly one minute before it shut to explain my problem to the elderly proprietor, who must have been about sixty to seventy years old. This seems improbable because his shop looked like a junk store, full of old broken TVs and computers from the mid 90s. However, as soon as I described the type of connector needed, he instantly found one and happily sold it to me for two pounds sterling.

I just tried it and it works fine. I'm all HD'd up and good to go. Life is weird sometimes.

I thought you lived in Aberdeen?

I think I know the store you're talking about actually. Surprisingly those type of shops are often the best, the owner usually knows everything about electronics.

Josefbugman · « **Reply #1352 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 09:49 »

Dear Blog thread:

Have discovered a band called Voltaire, rather enjoying the song "When you're evil" and I am thinking of making it my theme song.

Also, have finished my exams for this week, 1 more to go.

Barmymoo · « **Reply #1353 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 10:57 »

Tommy, you live oddly close to my stomping ground when I'm in Scotland, but not close enough that we'll ever have run into each other and not realised it, I think.

There's a public school in my town (for anyone who isn't British, that's a private school) where on the last day of term on year, a boy who had just finished compulsory schooling wrote "LAST DAY" in white paint on the wall of the entrance way and then was killed in a traffic accident on the way home. It was a lot of years ago but the student who has been at the school longest repaints the words on the last day of term every year, as a tribute to him. I think that's a nice way to remember someone, even if it's a horrible thing to be remembered for.

Today I had my Law exam! And it went well! All the revision I've been doing has paid off! I'm even hoping for another ace, although I'm not going to count on it because I have no real idea if I put in everything or if I missed stuff or what. Luckily Law exams are mostly about showing what you do know rather than being decredited for what you don't know.

I will go shopping tomorrow and buy some new clothes, and I will not do even a jot of work until Monday.

RedLion · « **Reply #1354 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 11:01 »

Quote from: Barmymoo on 16 Jan 2009, 10:57

There's a public school in my town (for anyone who isn't British, that's a private school)

Huh?

Coward · « **Reply #1355 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 11:09 »

And, apparently, all pupils at them now play quidditch...

Barmymoo · « **Reply #1356 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 11:14 »

It's true. I'm a Beater. It's because I'm so strong and muscular.

Jace · « **Reply #1357 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 12:11 »

Re: dying high school kids.

When I was a junior some 15 year old at my previous high school jumped out of the back of a moving pickup and died. I didn't know the kid and I didn't really feel all that bad even though I knew people who knew him once I learned the circumstances. Apparently he was drunk, and the friends driving were not drunk but had been drinking. And were going about 35mph when he thought it a good idea to jump out of a truck driving down the street. Apparently his twin brother tried to stop him.

They called it a tragedy, I called it natural selection.

Alex C · « **Reply #1358 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 12:16 »

Some people call it humor, I call it being kind of a dick.

Besides, a tragic hero is the protagonist of a tragedy, and they are defined by coming to ruin due to a fatal flaw or error. Strictly speaking, a drunk kid making a poor choice and dying because of is a lot more like a tragedy than an innocent child dying of the croup (which could be seen as more like natural selection).

jhocking · « **Reply #1359 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 14:43 »

Greetings from Crested Butte! I brought my laptop because our hotel has free wireless. woo skiing

Scandanavian War Machine · « **Reply #1360 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 14:47 »

have fun being super cold, followed by super hot+wet!

Runa · « **Reply #1361 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 17:43 »

Dear Blog Thread,
I've been under a lot of pressure lately. Me and my boyfriend have decided to move in together, I'm still at home with my parents at the current time. Early November I contacted a resturant in South Carolina about transferring there. I even drove down for three days to meet the General Manager of the store, and some other managers. I met some of the employees, me and the GM talked about scheduling, and what areas I was trained in. That day he said he would call Jan 15th to tell me when I start, and if he hadn't gotten in touch with me to call him. So I called him while on my break this morning. He tells me he had hired someone else, and that if I were to work there I would only be able to work two shifts a week. I told him I'd do it, but that I was moving out of my parents house and in with my boyfriend and had bills that had to be paid. I was pissed off because I was told I had the job, and earlier this month he hired someone in my place, I see it as if he needed someone right then he should have called me and told me, I would have changed my moving date to suit my job, or at least had the decency to call and inform me the position was filled because now I'm stuck jobless as of the 27th, I'm moving the 31st. I have 15 days to find a job. I've only applied to three places, twice at taco bell but two different stores for a shift supervisor position, and the other a temp agency. David is very calm about it, saying he's going to post his WoW account on Craigslist because he has things that are no longer available in the game. He was laid off after thanksgiving, so the both of us are jobless and I'm moving to a area that is suffering due to the economy. I haven't really had a chance to save much money considering I have been helping him with bills since he was laid off. He is having a hard time trying to find a job because he is on probation, but David has contacted his probation officer and he said he would have a job for David by Feb 3rd. I'm really hoping that comes through because I cannot really postpone the moving day because I'll be stuck here without a job as well since my managers just hired a replacement for me. At this point I am truely freaking out, and don't know what to do.

Christophe · « **Reply #1362 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 20:13 »

Blog Thread,

I desperately need to work on my punk voice.

Lately, I've been working on recording full-band covers of songs I enjoy by myself (kinda like this dude who does full Smiths covers and such), since it gives me greater enjoyment than what Guitar Hero and its ilk could offer, as well as a chance to practice my nascent drumming. Some may remember that Silkworm cover I did that was ok.

Well, this time I was taking on Smallpox Champion by Fugazi, but when I start cutting the vocals, something occurs to me in playback: A, my voice easily gives out so it looks like I'm gonna have to separately record verses, and B, I sound more like 10-year-old Henry Rollins than Guy Picciotto, which saddens me greatly.

KvP · « **Reply #1363 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 20:45 »

Cog bread,

I have lost 4 pounds in the last 3 days. I have lost some of my shapeliness and the musskles in the back of my thighs are more pronounced now, and it has been just 2 weeks. However, given that it's apparently not health to lose more than 6 pounds in a month, I am a bit worried. I am currently on the "Cool Running" 5k plan and heading into the third category. But I'm sort of cheating, because after running the 20 minutes I wasn't feeling runned out, so I did the whole exercise again, and I've been doing this for a week. I don't know if that's good for me, but I'm burning lots of calories and the rather severe depression I've been feeling lately has really curbed my appetite, such that I'm consuming anywhere from just 1000 to 1500 calories a day. Again, probably not healthy.

So, uh... fitness?

Also, I guess I should outline exactly why I've been so bummed lately. Basically my best friend told me that she was going away and that soon I would not see her. She's been a mentor to me, the best friend that I've ever had and the reason why 2008 was the best year of my life. Everything that is good in my life at this point, I owe to her. And she's leaving me. She told me "In every hero's story, the teacher has to die." which was pretty hokey, and I told her so, and I told her I do not want her to die. Yesterday I just sat in bed and cried. Today has been less bad, but I'm depending on the support of my other friends, who I wouldn't know, incidentally, without my best friend.

And part of it was that she was a lot different this time. She was very cold, and blunt, and more than once she made me feel ashamed of myself, by belittling her role in my recent personal progress and scoffing when I told her that what I wanted to focus on in my Poli Sci major was gay rights. She accused me of only caring about it because she and my other friends are gay. I am genuinely enraged by this, like I have to earn my fucking stripes. Like I should not care because I've never fucked a man. It angries up my blood. She's never done this to me before, she's always been supportive and encouraging.

When I first told my mother about my best friend, she told me that eventually she would tire of me and my flaws, and cast me away. I didn't believe her. Maybe I should have. It fucks me up. It really fucks me up.

Alex C · « **Reply #1364 on:** 16 Jan 2009, 21:34 »

Man, from that last line I'm inclined to say it's your mother who fucked you up, not your friend.

Sox · « **Reply #1365 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 05:53 »

Credit ain't where credit due and it's gettin' like an old pair of socks that are becoming shaped like my feet. Some people hate their socks, some people don't even have their own and they borrow other people's. I got socks I'm comfortable with though. Sometimes I'll wear two different pairs for extra comfort and insulation. You gotta mix them carefully though. Put the synths on first, y'know, you could destroy your feet if you're not careful.

I like to think I'm pretty good at socks, but I guess it doesn't actually help me much.

benji · « **Reply #1366 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 07:08 »

Quote from: KvP on 16 Jan 2009, 20:45

Also, I guess I should outline exactly why I've been so bummed lately. Basically my best friend told me that she was going away and that soon I would not see her. She's been a mentor to me, the best friend that I've ever had and the reason why 2008 was the best year of my life. Everything that is good in my life at this point, I owe to her. And she's leaving me. She told me "In every hero's story, the teacher has to die." which was pretty hokey, and I told her so, and I told her I do not want her to die. Yesterday I just sat in bed and cried. Today has been less bad, but I'm depending on the support of my other friends, who I wouldn't know, incidentally, without my best friend.

And part of it was that she was a lot different this time. She was very cold, and blunt, and more than once she made me feel ashamed of myself, by belittling her role in my recent personal progress and scoffing when I told her that what I wanted to focus on in my Poli Sci major was gay rights. She accused me of only caring about it because she and my other friends are gay. I am genuinely enraged by this, like I have to earn my fucking stripes. Like I should not care because I've never fucked a man. It angries up my blood. She's never done this to me before, she's always been supportive and encouraging.

When I first told my mother about my best friend, she told me that eventually she would tire of me and my flaws, and cast me away. I didn't believe her. Maybe I should have. It fucks me up. It really fucks me up.

Ok, maybe I'm out of line offering advice like this, but damned if you don't need some. A friendship is a relationship between equals, but you've put your entire life on this girl. It doesn't sound like friendship so much as hero worship. She's probably just exhausted from being on your pedestal so much. And of course she's leaving. She has to live her own life. But she'll let you in to that life, even if you're at a distance, if you start treating her as a human being instead of as an idol. Right now, you've become convinced that you only own your failures and that your successes are all hers. If you had successes in 2008, that's great. Your task for 2009 should be learning to count your own successes and not attribute them to other people. She may have helped you get where you are, but everything you did belongs to you and if you can admit that to yourself, you'll be a lot happier. What's more, she'll be happier because she'll a friend instead of a worshiper, which means that she'll have someone she can go to for love and support when she's feeling the need for it, instead of always having to be the one doing the supporting.

Ã¶de · « **Reply #1367 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 07:16 »

Excellent post, benji.

Patrick · « **Reply #1368 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 07:26 »

Idunno, man, I tend to exaggerate stuff when I'm paralyzed by feeling lost and confused. Which seems to be what's going on. I know I am kindof a hypocrite saying this, but let's not be so quick to judge. The guy's losing somebody he cares about. When my grandpa died, I hadn't even seen him for a year and a half, and if the subject comes up, I -still- talk about him like he was the second Messiah.

Ã¶de · « **Reply #1369 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 07:30 »

It's an awkward time for sure but those feelings can shit you up if you don't get over them.

Barmymoo · « **Reply #1370 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 08:21 »

My camera came home! Along with all the installation stuff for my new electronic organiser. I have to learn not to leave expensive electronic equipment at my dad's house, things tend to get swallowed up into the quagmire of mess there and my poor camera has been missing since October. But it is back!

Also it is dead. I don't know what's up with it, I hope it's just a flat battery, but it won't connect to my computer. I'm determined to get it fixed before Chicago though, I can antcipate many photos!

Right. Time to make an apple meringue pie (we have no lemons) and see how my gnocchi is doing. Blog thread, I'm happy. I'm fairly consistently happy at the moment and I'm supicious of it because normally I'm up and down like a yo-yo but perhaps I am becoming a grown up. This is a terrifying prospect.

nobo · « **Reply #1371 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 09:11 »

Quote from: Patrick on 17 Jan 2009, 07:26

When my grandpa died, I hadn't even seen him for a year and a half, and if the subject comes up, I -still- talk about him like he was the second Messiah.

Same here... hadn't seen my grandfather in 10 years and finally got my citizenship/passport 2 weeks after his funeral. That was 7 years ago and I still feel shitty bout it.

On a completely different note, I just put a deposit on an engagement ring! Now I need all of your help thinking of a good cheesy way to propose (extra cheese factor: doing it on valentine's day)

Jace · « **Reply #1372 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 11:54 »

I think I said this before but: My stepdad wasn't told that his uncle was dying until after he had died. It was his uncle who sent him a check every month to make sure that he made it through college. Then, when my stepdad tried to pay him back years later when he was financially stable, his uncle refused, saying something along the lines of "just you making it though school is enough for me." My stepdad's mom didn't tell him because "she didn't want to worry him."

He about told her that he didn't ever want to see her again after that.

BrittanyMarie · « **Reply #1373 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 12:18 »

Dear Nobo,

What is you and your girlfriend's favorite place? Somewhere where either the place means something to your relationship or a place you frequent because you like it so much. It's always a good idea to do that, and depending on the place will let you be there after close so it's just you two.

My friend wants to propose to his girlfriend by getting all their mutual friends together (they are pretty much all musicians), getting the friends to play "their song" and then propose.

Then there's always the hanging around your house one night and just doing it right there.

mietteissass · « **Reply #1374 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 12:26 »

Dear Nobo,

We were discussing this just the other day. How to propose on Valentine's day.

this is what we came up with...it is not for the feint of heart.

Pretend that you forgot about Valentine's Day. Wake up in the morning and just go on. Don't let on that you know it is that day. If she gets you something, act confused. Continue the day like this, no matter what. Then, around 6, tell her you want food and go to the local fast food place of your choice and order food. Come home, eat. As your eating or after, look at her and say. "Oh there is something I forgot today!" Then get down on one knee and ask her to marry you. We thought it was cute.

Another cool way, the way my husband did it. Do a scavenger hunt. Think of cool little places that mean stuff to you and her. Then leave messages in that spot. The best way to do this is leave before she awakes or dont have any contact with her. Just send her a text to start the hunt. At the end of the hunt, have something nice planned and be there with the ring.

KvP · « **Reply #1375 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 12:43 »

Quote from: benji on 17 Jan 2009, 07:08

Ok, maybe I'm out of line offering advice like this, but damned if you don't need some. A friendship is a relationship between equals, but you've put your entire life on this girl. It doesn't sound like friendship so much as hero worship. She's probably just exhausted from being on your pedestal so much. And of course she's leaving. She has to live her own life. But she'll let you in to that life, even if you're at a distance, if you start treating her as a human being instead of as an idol. Right now, you've become convinced that you only own your failures and that your successes are all hers. If you had successes in 2008, that's great. Your task for 2009 should be learning to count your own successes and not attribute them to other people. She may have helped you get where you are, but everything you did belongs to you and if you can admit that to yourself, you'll be a lot happier. What's more, she'll be happier because she'll a friend instead of a worshiper, which means that she'll have someone she can go to for love and support when she's feeling the need for it, instead of always having to be the one doing the supporting.

You're right. Since I feel like I've spent too much of our time together talking about all this, I'm writing her asking that we can be real friends when I am ready, which I will give to her when she leaves. Hopefully with that and time I'll be able to get past all this.

Thanks for the advice.

Josefbugman · « **Reply #1376 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 13:12 »

Dear blog thread

Firstly, appoligise for the unmitigated stupidity I placed in the "you better not be sober" thread. Secondly, I have my first ever date! Its this friday and I am a little nervous but I am really looking forward to it.

How is everyone else?

KvP · « **Reply #1377 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 13:15 »

Well, my grandfather came over through the back door yesterday and he left it open on his way out, allowing one of our cats to escape, probably never to return.

My dad has adamantly refused to tell his father about this, because they've always avoided conflict when he was growing up.

Holy shit, my family is fucked up.

Patrick · « **Reply #1378 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 14:01 »

Dear blog thread,

I've just come back from my mate's house where I have been playing guitar and singing for the last 5 hours. I have a paying gig next week with him, and we've only both been in town for the last few days, so rehearsal time is a valuable, precious commodity.

Still feels like I deepthroated a horse cock though.

Love,
Me!

P.S. I will donkeypunch the smartass who out-of-context quotes that last sentence. I'm looking at you, Jon.

Slick · « **Reply #1379 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 14:03 »

Miette's Man,

(that is a kind of shorthand around here for 'I feel strongly that this person who's name I've bolded is pretty fucking amazing, so much so, in fact, that I can't express this without sounding incredibly creepy so instead I will just write their name in bold as if I was starting a letter to them that was so important that their name should be in bold face font')

nobo · « **Reply #1380 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 14:36 »

Thanks for the advice guys. I guess I left out some important info. She lives in Michigan, I live in North Carolina. I got a flight book for friday 13th and coming back sunday the 15th. She doesn't know i'm coming and i have to plan any details from here. Don't want to do it over dinner. The one thing we've been doing the past two years is going skiing on valentine's day. So i'm thinking of doing a day of skiing and then proposing at the top of the hill before our last run down. thoughts on that?

KvP · « **Reply #1381 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 15:05 »

Make sure your gloves are off and it's not too cold, lest you drop the ring and then you'd be screwed.

nobo · « **Reply #1382 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 16:57 »

I was thinking of doing the proposal on 1 knee and then telling her she gets the ring once she gets to the bottom

Slick · « **Reply #1383 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 17:06 »

'oh hey by the way I bought this for you you've got to beat me to the bottom of the hill to get it though'
*jump*

nobo · « **Reply #1384 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 17:11 »

Right, kind of like that. And then totally don't give it to her for another 2 months.

Emaline · « **Reply #1385 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 17:28 »

James, my bestest friend in the whole world wants to go camping in the "snowy mountains of Canada." When he said this, I totally thought of you.

Also, Blog Thread, I am thinking of taking the weekend of Valentine's day off from work, and going to Chicago to spend time with that friend. Just as friends. But I'd be spending the weekend in his bed. Everybody is telling me that that officially makes us "valentines" even though the most that would happen would be snuggles extreme. A lot of times, people say we should date/are dating/are dating but trying to keep it a secret and failing. But none of those things are true. It makes me feel very awkward. So, should I just say "screw you" to anyone who trys to say we are fucking and go, or should I stay home and work all weekend?

Also, I am highly considering forgoing eating for the next few weeks, and instead buying a silkscreen and some supplies. If I handprinted some t-shirts, how much do you think I should/could sell them for? I'm leaning towards $15 each, and maybe a three pack for $30.

Slick · « **Reply #1386 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 17:35 »

Man em having been in the past the guy in a 'you guys are totally dating' 'no we're not!' situation, I just have to say I hope you are sure he is really as cool as he says/thinks he is with the 'no we're not!' part of that.

Also we have lots of snowy mountains in Canada! Which ones would you be thinking of? I grew up not too far from some ancient weary mountains, and there are some super-epic ones over by the Pacific, but apart from the rockies Canadian mountains would be up where there is hardly any sun this time of year.
Man, we've got some badass mountains. Mount Thor? Mount Asgard? Yes. Yes.

On bloggy notes, I just got rid of my 10PM-6AM shift tonight. I really like the overnight shifts but I am headcoldy and I haven't gotten any napping done this evening. I feel like I'm going to be awake all night for some reason. Working overnight is fun.
I guess I'll just take some sleepy neo citron and drug myself to sleep soon.

P.S. Seriously, Mount Thor, that's amazing!

Largest vertical drop in the world!

ViolentDove · « **Reply #1387 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 17:46 »

Mountains,

Slick · « **Reply #1388 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 17:49 »

Quote from: Emaline on 17 Jan 2009, 17:28

Also, I am highly considering forgoing eating for the next few weeks, and instead buying a silkscreen and some supplies. If I handprinted some t-shirts, how much do you think I should/could sell them for? I'm leaning towards $15 each, and maybe a three pack for $30.

Yes. I assume you have looked into the DIY approach? It is not too expensive and fairly easy to do.
I predict doing this would make you happy.

Emaline · « **Reply #1389 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 18:05 »

I think that as of right now, his Canadian mountain climbing/camping plans are pretty much up in the air. I know he really wants to do it, because he brings it up a lot. He is dying to go camping/hiking in Canada.

I'm pretty sure he is perfectly fine with our not dating situation. About a year ago, I super crushed on him, and asked him out, and he rejected me. Which is fine. Ever since then, we've been a lot closer than we've ever been. I have been feeling that crush coming back, but he likes another girl(or liked. I haven't heard about her in weeks), and I'd really much rather stay friends with him.

Also, Mount. Thor looks awesssoommmmeee!

And drink some hot tea. It has a tendency to fight colds, and knock people out. Well, it knocks me out. Its super relaxing.

Pre-Post edit: Yeah, I've taken plently of classes on printmaking, and I super know how to basically do all of it on the cheap. I am pretty pumped about doing it. Plus, I think I would be able to sell the shirts I make. I'm pretty confident in my art skillz.

Slick · « **Reply #1390 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 18:09 »

He probably wants to go to B.C. then, I would think, which is nowhere near where I am, but it is incredibly beautiful out there.

I am happy to hear that on the crush front. I was pretty silly and immature about a thing with a person for a while and have since discovered that my situation was not actually unique amongst young fellows.

I will have some tea probably in an hour and then conk out.

T-Shirts YEAH!

Ladybug · « **Reply #1391 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 20:01 »

Goddamnit, blog thread. Tips for making sure roommates, if you can call the people living on the same floor as you and who(m?) you share a kitchen with that, lock the fucking door? There have been thieves in the housing complex, and there's a note on the front door from the janitor stating this very fact (but that door doesn't lock, for some weird reason, even though it should), and then we've placed notes on both sides of the door to the floor, which is the important door, that say "THIS DOOR SHOULD BE LOCKED AT ALL TIMES" in big, bold letters. How can you miss that? I do not want people to steal my shoes or food or our television.

Slick · « **Reply #1392 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 20:05 »

Select several of your possessions you could do without. Take them, along with several of your housemates possessions, and pawn them off.
Spend the money on hookers and blow, have wild unprotected 'parties' in their beds.

Emaline · « **Reply #1393 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 22:51 »

Man, my roommate always locks the door. Even when he is home, and knows I am out and about and on my way home. Everyday, I'd come home, shivering, trying to move as little as possible because I am so damn cold, I'd reach to front door knob, expecting a quick, little twist, and then to be greeted by the warmth of my home, but every single day he'd have it locked. He be home, but the door would be locked. So everyday, shivering, I'd take my gloves off, dig through my pockets to find my key, hands deep in a pocketful of ice cold change, searching for the one obtuse round shape, which would surely be my key. When found, I'd use one hand to keep my arm steady, as the other reached out for the door knob.

Today, however, I came hom to my door being unlocked. All the lights in my house were off. My dog was nowhere to be found. My house was absolutely silent. As I stepped in, I though "great. Jarid and Kit have been murdered and now i am next." I stepped into the living room, turned on some lights and walked into the kitchen. I was not murdered yet, but waiting on it. I opened the door to the basement/my bedroom. Kit(the dog) came running up the stairs, quite happy to see me. So, she was not murdered, either. I take her outside. Roommate's car is still here. Back inside, I start to do the dishes, when all of the sudden "BOOOM!!!!!!" which is then followed by several more booms. My roommate eventually comes down from his room, "I bought a new awesome MMORPG, and I am kicking ass! Gotta go kill more monsters!" and he ran back up to his room like a little kid playing with a new toy.

Also, James, if Davis and I go to Canada for a bit, I say we turn it into a mini-QC board meet up. I did meet Davis on here after all.

Oli · « **Reply #1394 on:** 17 Jan 2009, 23:18 »

I am pretty drunk but far too cool for the drunk thread,

Also I can type legibly.

SirJuggles · « **Reply #1395 on:** 18 Jan 2009, 01:49 »

Dear blog thread,

Had my 1-year-old phone go randomly on the fritz yesterday. After consulting with parents, have acquired new phone today, which is a heck of a lot quicker turnaround time than I was expecting. Lesson learned: do not go to the official dealer store, they will try to charge you large amounts of unnecessary tax and generally take your money. Go to Best Buy. They can do all the same things, do not charge tax for free phones, and are all-around good people (note: this is my personal experience and someone somewhere has probably had exactly the opposite experience). New phone has the benefit of being new and (extremely) shiny, but actually seems to be lacking in some customizability I had become accustomed to. Not sure how I feel about this. Also, due to the nature of the defect, I'm not able to transfer any of my old phone data on to my sim card and thus my new phone. This means that barring a sudden stroke of genius I will have to part with some old sentimental saved text messages and pictures, which makes me unusually sad.

Also, nobo and Sam, sincere wishes that your plans go off freaking awesome.

Patrick · « **Reply #1396 on:** 18 Jan 2009, 03:10 »

Quote from: Slick on 17 Jan 2009, 20:05

Select several of your possessions you could do without. Take them, along with several of your housemates possessions, and pawn them off.
Spend the money on hookers and blow, have wild unprotected 'parties' in their beds.

Except for the 'unprotected' bit, this is an awesome idea.

Dear blog thread,

I will not go into details, but my friend's stepdad got arrested and put up on some bullshit charge and now he's in a holding cell for 20 days, no bail. Fuck Alaska cops, man. They are racist sons of bitches and they are corrupt as shit.

Before you try to calm me down about this, I ask you to take into account the fact that I have seen this shit firsthand. When your cops start selling weed out of their squad cars, then we can talk.

I am slightly ticked off,
Me

Gilead · « **Reply #1397 on:** 18 Jan 2009, 04:38 »

Man my best friend is being a humongous bitch to me recently and getting really aggressive over really inane stuff, it is heck of annoying.

valley_parade · « **Reply #1398 on:** 18 Jan 2009, 04:40 »

My ankle FUCKING HURTS.

Slick · « **Reply #1399 on:** 18 Jan 2009, 06:35 »

Quote from: Emaline on 17 Jan 2009, 22:51

Also, James, if Davis and I go to Canada for a bit, I say we turn it into a mini-QC board meet up. I did meet Davis on here after all.

Relief map of Canada, with a big red X where I live. I am not really on the way to mountains, but sure, if you want to meet up I am here.

THESE FORUMS NOW CLOSED (read only)

Author Topic: Re: Whatever, Let's Have A Goddamn Blog Thread, But Try And Keep It Reasonable, pt B (Read 69846 times)

mietteissass

Gilead