Topic: Re: Whatever, Let's Have A Goddamn Blog Thread, But Try And Keep It Reasonable, pt B (Read 73418 times)

Alex C · « **Reply #700 on:** 24 Dec 2008, 17:55 »

Man, if you're genuinely worried that he'll pull some kind of mean spirited prank over this, then apparently he's being more than just a bit of a douche, so don't get too down on yourself. I can see why this would upset you though; there's nothing more frustrating/bewildering than when someone takes a silly incident and manages to make a drama production out of it.

Ladybug · « **Reply #701 on:** 24 Dec 2008, 18:32 »

Genuinely worried, yes. This is the same brother who literally went 2 months without talking to my dad (while living under the same roof) after being pissed off for some reason definitely not worthy of 2 months of the silent treatment, so I'm kind of not expecting him to talk to me for a while, at the very least. And yet I feel like absolute shit for ruining his Christmas, especially after I just heard him go downstairs, where he's probably opening gifts all alone at 3AM. But if I went down there, he'd probably lose it completely.

redglasscurls · « **Reply #702 on:** 24 Dec 2008, 18:43 »

Really, I don't see why you feel like shit due to HIM being childish and strange. Dude needs to get in touch with how normal human interactions go.

Alex C · « **Reply #703 on:** 24 Dec 2008, 19:07 »

Honestly, I think he sounds like he could do with some counseling. He does not sound like a happy dude.

RedLion · « **Reply #704 on:** 24 Dec 2008, 19:17 »

Blogginess:

I feel strange not going to Xmas eve mass with the rest of my family. I mean, I am not Christian, I have not been for quite some time, and they know this, and I have not gone to mass for years. But I still feel like I'm somehow letting them down, with the rest of the family going and me not. Further, even though I buy them all gifts and enjoy being around family, I feel strange getting gifts from them when I don't celebrate the "actual" reason for giving those gifts. Should I care about this, or am I being overly sensitive?

redglasscurls · « **Reply #705 on:** 24 Dec 2008, 19:42 »

I don't really have a religious background so I may not be the best person to answer this, but I don't know that there's all that much religious tradition surrounding the modern gift-giving practice. Yeah three kings and all, but you're not leaving out boxes of grass as gifts for the camels and you're not getting gold and myrrh. As a kid you're told that a jolly fat man brings you presents for being good. Later, that your parents buy you nifty stuff this time of year. Nothing terrribly christian about all that.

Alex C · « **Reply #706 on:** 24 Dec 2008, 20:54 »

It really depends on the family. Gift giving was definitely secondary to the religious aspect, at least on my step father's side. We'd go to my grandparent's place and there'd be prayers and talk about generosity and the 3 kings etc, etc before passing stuff around. There was really never any talk of Santa when I was growing up, honestly. I'm not sure I ever really believed in him, actually. He certainly wasn't ever anything important, anyway, just sort of the dude on the coke cans. Then again, I was a notoriously contrary child, so I could definitely see why my parents would just kind of give up on getting me all excited about it.

Patrick · « **Reply #707 on:** 24 Dec 2008, 22:12 »

Dear blog thread,

Midnight Mass tonight, Christmas Eve and all that. I'm not religious or anything but I really wish I could go to Mass more often. This is the church I grew up in, and Christmas is my least favorite holiday because I get to thinking about people I miss, especially my grandpa. He passed away in '05 and I don't think I'll go a single Christmas with a dry eye because I miss him so badly. I would give both my hands and never play guitar again if it meant I could have Grandpa back. I can't do any of that, though, so all I can settle for is the comfort of going to midnight Mass at the same church I've gone to since I was 4.

Hope everybody else's holidays are well!

Love,
Me!

tania · « **Reply #708 on:** 24 Dec 2008, 23:09 »

i love when various members of my family yell at each other and make each other cry and storm out of the house and drink too much and talk behind each others' backs and blame each other for all problems, ever, and i also wonder how it is they have not yet at this point clued in that maybe this is the reason i only visit them about three times a year cos they still complain about that constantly, to the point of redundancy, can't you see that i maybe don't want to be insane and dysfunctional like you.

this has been the dumbest christmas yet. merry christmas. i'm going to bed.

ruyi · « **Reply #709 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 01:44 »

Because of my po-po's condition, we have two caretakers living with us, a husband and wife. They alternate spending days and nights with her. My mama tells me, the wife has become a very good Christian now. She reads the bible everyday, and she says her eyes has gotten clearer and clearer.

As a part of the ministry for undocumented workers from China, my mama's church had her baptized. In the car on the way home she asked me, were you this excited on the day of your baptism? Were you as happy as I am?

Her husband looked at the small gifts she received, some cards, some flowers. He took the ribbon off a box, slid the sleeve off. It's very pretty. Look at the design cut into this paper. G-O-D-I-V-A, ah. What is this?

The next day I walked to the field past the freeway. The trails leading up the small mountains are blocked because of the fires that passed through not too long ago, but I twist through the wires anyway. My mama leaves me a message, asks me where are you, why didn't you answer your phone? Can you go online to order prints of the photos from the baptism, I will pick them up on my way home.

Today, for Christmas Eve, I played songs they sing at church on the piano for the wife. She's trying to learn them, but it's hard because she can't read music. I just play slowly, humming the melody to help her.

She gives me two dollars when I finish. This is for the photos, she says. Oh, you really don't have to bother. Besides, my mama paid for them, I protest. Don't worry, if I give it to you, it is the same thing.

My po-po weighs less than a hundred pounds now. When the huband takes her to the commode he holds her under her armpits as she shuffles. She alternates between restless and listless. Today she kept pushing her way out of the blankets, struggling to climb out of bed. Bring me the socks, she called, again and again. Where are the socks? When I bring them over she tells me to wear them and I do. These might be too red a color to wear normally, but at home they will keep your feet warm, she said.

For Christmas, my mama gave me CDs of Zhou Xuan's music. It was really a neat idea on her part, as she knew I had tried to learn some of her songs.

One CD wouldn't open. The second featured another woman singing Zhou Xuan's songs. The third featured the original crackly recording of Zhou Xuan's singing set to newly mixed synths.

I guess it's just as well, since the DVD I gave her couldn't play.

Jimmy the Squid · « **Reply #710 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 01:48 »

Yay christmas time! I went to work on Christmas Eve (yay call centre work) and then later went to my girlfriend's parent's place for Christmas Dinner. It was pretty good but I never realised that I would miss going to see my family on Christmas Eve. This is the first time in 22 years that I haven't seen my dad or grandma on Dec 24. Now it is Christmas Day and I'm at my mum's place. I'm attempting to save her SMS messages from her 4 year old phone onto her laptop because she absolutely refuses to lose all the romantic messages her boyfriend has sent her over the years. At any rate I'm really tired at this point as I had to get up at 6:30am for the morning shift at work and I'm so happy that tomorrow I don't have to start work until 1:30pm. Ah well.

I really hate it at my mum's place, it's gross and dirty and I generally speaking don't get on very well with my mother. However she's actually been really well behaved today; no tantrums, no fake crying to get attention, today I'm actually not having that bad a time. Ah well, ah well.

Jace · « **Reply #711 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 03:06 »

I am at work right now. Ruyi's story made me a little sad, that is really what my nana was like 6 months ago. She had a stroke and it basically rewired her to not being in "a funk" as she puts it. It was just a minor stroke, we think, she couldn't use her right arm anyways, since she's had polio in it since she was born. Also, every time I talk to my nana, I realize how much I love listening to her stories.
Guys, give yourselves the ultimate gift and ask your grandparents how they met, ask them about school, about what they did for jobs. You'll regret not ever asking once they're gone. And I imagine that they'd absolutely love to tell you. I know that my grandma and nana love telling stories.

ADDITION: My checking account is overdrawn by $180 due to my freaking $300 kung fu payment that comes out randomly between the 23rd and the 30th of each month. This is technically only going to be like $115 or so because my roommate will be giving me half the electric and internet money on the first. And then I get paid again on the 26th, but still, this is very annoying. I really need to ask them to stop the recurring payments so I can come in and pay on my own, because this is getting ridiculous how many times I run out of money due to the Kung Fu payment.

Inlander · « **Reply #712 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 05:57 »

The best present I got today was a photo of my English grandparents. My mum and I are going to try to find a nice one of my Australian grandparents before I go back to Melbourne, but it really means a lot to me to have a photo of my English grandparents because I lived with them for most of 2003, and it was possibly the best thing that I've ever done.

KvP · « **Reply #713 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 12:35 »

I had a few nightmares last night that were QC-forums related.

In the first one I was driving around my neighborhood at night in a car made of rubber. I felt my cell phone vibrate, so I took it out of my pocket to find that I recieved text messages from Tommy, Yelley, Emilio, Hannah and Johnny. So I opened my cell phone to view them but when I did, my phone transubstantiated into moist yellow cake and fell apart. I then woke up.

In my second nightmare of the night, I was meeting Ally at Applebee's, but instead of Ally showing up it was her friend, who I do not know. She was not wearing pants and was holding a rolling pin. I tried to run, but I could not. She proceeded to hit me with the rolling pin. I woke up.

The second one I think is obvious in its meaning - I will soon be trapped in marriage to a nudity-loving Bostonian domestic goddess who works at an bar and grill chain. The first one, I am not so sure about.

Just don't send me any cake-texts IRL, k?

mooface · « **Reply #714 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 13:17 »

it's kind of weird how everyone ends up dreaming about tommy at one point or another.

Spluff · « **Reply #715 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 15:30 »

Dear blog thread,

It was pointed out to me when you google QC forums, my name comes up! This is pretty rad.

Slick · « **Reply #716 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 16:10 »

weird

Why is that?

negative creep · « **Reply #717 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 18:02 »

I never knew that 4'7'' was so incredibly tiny! God damn it, why can't you fuckers use the metric system?

tania · « **Reply #718 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 18:09 »

because of freedom

tania · « **Reply #719 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 18:18 »

that just made me realize that i live in a country that uses the metric system yet still have no clue what my height in centimeters is and that's kind of sad. i don't even know what is tall and what is short. you could give me any arbitrary height and i'd say, "okay". i had to go through my wallet to finally find id that says i am 157 cm so i guess that is canadian for "this person is short".

RedLion · « **Reply #720 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 18:20 »

Quote from: Jeans on 25 Dec 2008, 18:15

Quote from: tania on 25 Dec 2008, 18:09
because we can't measure things if we can't use our body parts to do it

Hey, the English came up with it. Don't blame us.

Christophe · « **Reply #721 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 18:31 »

When I slept over at Yelley's place during Yelley-con, I had a dream that Patrick sent a PM to me saying that we should start a band.

Keep in mind that at that point in time we were sleeping in the same bed.

Spluff · « **Reply #722 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 18:35 »

That was him whispering in your ear.

Lines · « **Reply #723 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 18:35 »

Man, I thought being 70in was tall, but converting it to centimeters (177.8 ) makes me feel like a giant. I'd rather say 5'10" than 177.8cm. Yes, inches are really weird, but at least we don't weigh things in stones.

Also on dreams: Do not read the Twilight series, they make you have trashy vampire dreams. Blasted books.

tania · « **Reply #724 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 18:36 »

on dreams: a week ago i read a biography about andy warhol and kept having dreams about hanging out with andy warhol. i am currently reading a book on transhumanism and having recurring dreams about desperately trying to survive a robot uprising. i think the lesson here is that books suck and i should never read anything again.

Alex C · « **Reply #725 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 19:25 »

See, I always get really excited about the idea of transhumanism. I guess I don't view a body as being much more than a largely demystified tool.

Christophe · « **Reply #726 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 19:42 »

Over the past several months when I have idle-time in my mind, I always imagine myself playing a video-game version of my life. Kind of like The Sims but oh, I actually control my own actions and stuff. This coupled with the few things I remembered from that Cognitive Science class I took my Freshman year of college has led me to some serious thought about this topic. I suppose that where I am right now is that there is a significant difference between the human mind controlling the human body, and the human mind controlling human hands controlling a video game via a keyboard/mouse setup or a control pad--being that in a video game, you can only assign so many commands to a control device, so that instead of actually throwing your elbow down into a windshield to break a car window and actually hotwiring it, you just press Triangle. The controller on a video game console as well as what you see and hear on the TV screen is really all you have to be able to experience the world portrayed within the video game. That's three whole senses being neglected when you play a video game: taste, smell, and touch (unless you count rumble-pak feedback). Would being able to actually fulfill tactile feedback in a video game change the nature of the experience you gain?

Rereading the science-fiction short story "For A Breath I Tarry" about a world without humans and a robot which seeks to understand humanity gave me a little more insight:

Quote from: Wikipedia

Along the way, the story explores the differences between Man and Machine, the former experiencing the world qualitatively, while the latter do so quantitatively. "A machine is a Man turned inside-out, because it can describe all the details of a process, which a Man cannot, but it cannot experience that process itself as a Man can." This is illustrated by a conversation Frost has with another machine named Mordel.

"Regard this piece of ice, mighty Frost. You can tell me its composition, dimensions, weight, temperature. A Man could not look at it and do that. A Man could make tools which would tell Him these things, but He still would not know measurement as you know it. What He would know of it, though, is a thing that you cannot know."
"What is that?"
"That it is cold."

Perhaps I will live to see the day when the video game controller will be obsolete and we'll actually control video games by actually doing the things we see in the video game rather than pressing a combination of buttons.

tl;dr why didn't I major in Cognitive Science?, or I am a dork.

tania · « **Reply #727 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 20:35 »

i like transhumanism too! the book i am reading is on the technological singularity, specifically, and it is probably the most fascinating thing i've read all year but for some reason i am only capable of having terrible and really weird dreams about nanobots slowly taking apart my brain from the inside and machines trying to kill me. i'm thinking maybe spending time with my family is what's making me edgy and nervous. or maybe i am just a person who has some problems. possibly both.

ViolentDove · « **Reply #728 on:** 25 Dec 2008, 20:35 »

Mannnn I'm watching the boxing-day test match, and then I'm going to the beach in a canoe. I feel so stereotypically Australian right now it hurts a litte. Maybe I'll go punch a kangaroo or something to top it off.

Inlander · « **Reply #729 on:** 26 Dec 2008, 00:12 »

No! Fill a kangaroo's pouch with ice and use it as an esky for your beer!

Patrick · « **Reply #730 on:** 26 Dec 2008, 02:00 »

Quote from: Christophe on 25 Dec 2008, 18:31

When I slept over at Yelley's place during Yelley-con, I had a dream that Patrick sent a PM to me saying that we should start a band.

Keep in mind that at that point in time we were sleeping in the same bed.

How many times do I have to tell you, a blowjob does NOT mean I am in love with you.

Edith · « **Reply #731 on:** 26 Dec 2008, 05:26 »

On height, Linds, you did not seem that tall when we met. Are you sure you are 5'10", and if so did you like sit the whole time or what?

On dreams, I rarely have them. When I do, I rarely remember them. When I do, they often make me cry, so I'm perfectly happy not dreaming.

The last two dreams I remember were two nights in a row. The first night there was a sexy dream in which my then-recent-ex-boyfriend and I were about to have sex in a barn. I woke up for some reason and could still feel his torso, where his ribs met his abs. Then I realised I would never feel that again and cried for a while. The next night's dream involved a guy I knew in college giving me a "pearl necklace." I woke up crying from that one too, but for the opposite reason from the night before.

Yep, I pretty much hate dreams.

Metope · « **Reply #732 on:** 26 Dec 2008, 06:10 »

I almost never dream, but when I do it's almost always surreal crap that makes no sense at all. One time I had a dream where I lived on the 300th floor of a building, and to get down on the ground I had to slide down the neck of a giant giraffe. I don't remember how I got back up again, but I think I jumped.

I wish I dreamed more.

valley_parade · « **Reply #733 on:** 26 Dec 2008, 06:42 »

I had a dream last night. ABOUT ONE OF YOU!

(scary, innit)

Edith · « **Reply #734 on:** 26 Dec 2008, 07:25 »

I just got a package in the mail. It says "WOOT!" on the side of the box, which was also my reaction when I saw it.

I'm having pickles for lunch! WOOT!

(Thanks Kat & Stephen!)

Christophe · « **Reply #735 on:** 26 Dec 2008, 07:33 »

Quote from: Patrick on 26 Dec 2008, 02:00

Quote from: Christophe on 25 Dec 2008, 18:31
When I slept over at Yelley's place during Yelley-con, I had a dream that Patrick sent a PM to me saying that we should start a band.

Keep in mind that at that point in time we were sleeping in the same bed.

How many times do I have to tell you, a blowjob does NOT mean I am in love with you.

Bitch, you don't know what you don't love. The Rock Band, the GTA IV, me taking photos of you eating... does that mean nothing to you anymore?

Misereatur · « **Reply #736 on:** 26 Dec 2008, 11:40 »

Quote from: tania on 24 Dec 2008, 09:20

Quote from: E. Spaceman on 23 Dec 2008, 23:01
I've made a notebook with several instructions for simple things for my family's use. Whenever they ask me about something like this i point to the notebook and frown.

this is the best idea! including the pointing and frowning bit. thanks man.

I did the same thing for a few computers I'm in charge of. The people who serve with me still don't get how to work with them, and call me at 2AM to ask how to turn on the screen.

We're talking about people who are 23-27.

Vendetagainst · « **Reply #737 on:** 26 Dec 2008, 12:51 »

RE: Dreams

The last couple of days I've been dreaming about being on a dark, unlit street and being threatened by faceless strangers and wishing I had a gun to protect myself. Apparently I am turning into a republican.

Awesome.

Edith · « **Reply #738 on:** 26 Dec 2008, 18:32 »

I am unexpectedly spending the night at a friend's house once again. This time it's because I pulled up too close behind another car and now I'm stuck because I'm pointing down a fairly steep hill on a street that is a sheet of ice. I was over here to feed the cat. Oh well, at least I brought my knitting.

Patrick · « **Reply #739 on:** 26 Dec 2008, 18:52 »

Dear blog thread,

My birthday is New Year's Day, but since I won't be around (I never am), my dad and stepmom gave me a gift today instead. I will be spending it on a new amplifier and replacement tubes for it. Fuck yeah Crate Vintage Club 20! Single 10" speaker, spring reverb, and 100% class A tube circuitry (12AX7s in the preamp, EL84s in the output stage).

\Love,
Me!

J-cob9000 · « **Reply #740 on:** 26 Dec 2008, 18:59 »

I had a dream a while back about these old people that I know named Grace and Aubrey. For some reason, I was at their house and their was two beds outside and nothing else but a tornado and my whole family was under them for some reason. My aunt had given me some fireworks and told me to light them during the tornado.
I woke up before I got to light them though.

Eris · « **Reply #741 on:** 27 Dec 2008, 01:55 »

A few nights ago I had a dream that I was getting ready to drive up to my family (this dream was the night before I actually was doing that drive) and lunchy was coming along with me. But I had to pack up all my stuff from my room and couldn't remember where I had parked my car the night before, so I went looking for it. I found it parked illegally in a tunnel, but before I could get into it a police car turned up and took me back to the station, where they questioned me about why I hadn't told anyone that Brett (Hat) could turn into a pig. I seemed very adamant that it wasn't anyone's business and didn't see why I should have told people about his private matters. I am not sure if him turning into a pig was his only super power, or if he could do other stuff.

I have had forum and gabbly dreams before where it is just the forums/gabbly and I am "reading" them; sometime I will hear people's voices when reading what they say. I have also had a dream where a heap of people from the forums were living in the same house while it was still half built. I really have too many dreams about this place.

jodizzle · « **Reply #742 on:** 27 Dec 2008, 04:22 »

Hannah. That is the best thing.

(Han dreams about me too)

(but hat's none of your business)

MrBlu · « **Reply #743 on:** 27 Dec 2008, 11:04 »

Folks. I was playing Fusion Fall... I was probably the first person to log in, and the last person to start playing, because this PC sucks.

FusionFall is broken and bugged, but it was fun. Granted I still owe my body about 4 more hours of sleep and was supposed to call this girl a couple hours ago... I don't know why, because like every other girl that turned me down, all she's going to do is tell me about what she and her significant other is doing under covers...

I think I'll sleep instead.

Tonight, a Drink-Up with some dude who lives up the road from me. This guy's grandson actually. We don't particularly like each other, but people want me to go, I guess.

How'd I get myself here...?

~later.

Lines · « **Reply #744 on:** 27 Dec 2008, 11:45 »

I found two of my cousins on facbook. I haven't seen them in ages for certain reasons, but I misses them and I'm glad I can talk to them now.

tania · « **Reply #745 on:** 27 Dec 2008, 14:52 »

there is this one guy who i met through a friend (it turns out they think he's kind of an ass now too though) who won't stop talking to me via facebook. he continuously messages me and leaves weird, creepy come-ons on my wall. he is also patronizing and sleazy. i have started to flat-out tell him to stop talking to me but he continues to persist. this isn't really a major problem, i will probably just defriend him if it gets too irritating but i think this stuff bothers me more because i don't get why people think this kind of thing works. like, does he genuinely think this is a strategy for success? is this the result of thousands of horrid romantic comedies that have taught guys that persistence will always get them laid? guy, i am making it very clear that i can't stand you. what the hell, guy.

SonofZ3 · « **Reply #746 on:** 27 Dec 2008, 15:15 »

I was out for drinks with two women I used to work not too long ago and we were discussing a similar issue. Both of these women are around 17 years older than me and married. We were talking about marriage and fidning the right person etc, and they both informed me that they didn't marry the guy that they had instant chemistry with, nor did they marry the guy they were most passionate with, nor did they marry the guy that they were infatuated with. They both married the guy that was persistant. One of them even told me that her husband just "Bugged the shit out of her", with the come-ons and flowers and all of that, even when she snubbed him, even when she blatantly dated guys who treated her worse, he just kept on trying, and she married him in the end. Apparently it is a viable tactic sometimes. Unfortunately for me they determined that I am doomed to a life of short lived affairs and one night stands.

michaelicious · « **Reply #747 on:** 27 Dec 2008, 16:38 »

Quote from: tania on 27 Dec 2008, 14:52

there is this one guy who i met through a friend (it turns out they think he's kind of an ass now too though) who won't stop talking to me via facebook. he continuously messages me and leaves weird, creepy come-ons on my wall. he is also patronizing and sleazy. i have started to flat-out tell him to stop talking to me but he continues to persist. this isn't really a major problem, i will probably just defriend him if it gets too irritating but i think this stuff bothers me more because i don't get why people think this kind of thing works. like, does he genuinely think this is a strategy for success? is this the result of thousands of horrid romantic comedies that have taught guys that persistence will always get them laid? guy, i am making it very clear that i can't stand you. what the hell, guy.

Sorry.

Spluff · « **Reply #748 on:** 27 Dec 2008, 16:42 »

Persistence will work, but persistently being an ass will not.

tania · « **Reply #749 on:** 27 Dec 2008, 18:01 »

UP YOURS MICHAEL

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