|Forum Registration Woes||June 7, 2010, 1:38 pm|
I feel as though I don't contribute to enough non-Doom related communities. In fact, doomworld.com, skulltag.net, and occasionally zdoom.org are the only forum pages I browse regularly.
I attempted to do some searches in hopes of finding a mildly moderated forum with a small-to-medium sized, though tightly knit crowd of some random funny people. I did find a couple forum pages to sign up in. Little did I know, without taking precautions and reading the fine print, that I would have to succumb to extreme prejudice.
Today I attempted to register to a forum full of rants and raves and typical debates and random flamewars. My kinda crowd! Anyway upon clicking the register link, I am greeted with the forum terms and conditions and receive an option to clarify my age. "Were you born before or after Jun 07 1997?" Without really thinking about the question, instinctively, I somehow correlated the words "after" to meaning "older." and selected after 1997. I then filled in my preferred username, password, and email, and was told that my forum account is not yet activated until i activate it by going to my email inbox. I opened the email I received from the forum, though instead of getting a single link to click to activate my account, I had gotten an agreement that the email stated that I needed to "Print out, and have a parent or guardian sign" so that they know I am permitted to read and post on those forums. Then have my parents fax the printed and signed document to the website administrator so that he can activate my account.
I am unable to sign up again because my email and username is already taken by an inactive account held by someone who is younger than 13 years.
I did manage to find another forum that seemed kinda interesting. Upon filling out my required information and a few other personal fields, including one of those randomly generated images with the text on it that you have to type, I agreed to register and was linked to a page on the site that said "Spambot Registration Detected" I refreshed the registration page and filled in the information again from scratch, and added a little more personal information about myself, only to be linked to the same page.
Internet forums just aren't as friendly as they used to be.
|Skulltag owes me $19!||May 31, 2010, 4:46 pm|
Earlier today I had been playing Streets of Rage 3 desperately trying to beat the game on Hard mode. I hadn't beat the game on any skill level yet (I hadn't even tried easy mode) because my wayward opinions about playing games is that to get the best experience from a game is to play on it's highest difficulty setting. After a couple hours of kicking ass in the first few stages and then having my ass handed to me while playing at my best performance, I was pretty heated up by the blatant strength of my foes and decided to take a break from this game and switch off to something else. I found a Skulltag CTF server with some people in it.
Already being "in the zone" with my reaction time being sharp and precise as ever, I expected to be on top of the game. yada yada yada... the combination of high pings, repeated unbalanced teams due to some clan members that, god forbid, they play each other on opposite teams, resulting in many games of 3v5, and 4v8, etc. On top of that the players remaining in the game that always landed on my team are those who have quite obviously never played doom before. While playing to the best of my ability, I still couldn't wear all of my team's hats by holding off my opponents, defending the flag, and getting the other team's flag without dying, however, I was determined not to quit. The subsequent losses that followed in addition to the repeated "<!> YOU FAIL IT <!>" messages being repeated by the enemy players concocted an infuriating vibe in my brain. Here are the results.
I've heard about people who get so into games and always end up smashing game controllers and such. This is the first video gaming object I broke out of rage. Some vocal harmony, a pack of cigarettes (I don't even smoke, I guess I do now.), an angry brother i flipped off, and a cold shower later, I went out to buy a new keyboard. I didn't really like it much anyway. Well done, Skulltag.
|Have you ever...||May 21, 2010, 8:04 pm|
|...accidentally opened the first page of a thread instead of the last page of an active topic and were slightly amazed at how many new posts it's gotten in a short amount of time only to notice something familiar and see you're on page 1?|
|The New Guy||May 5, 2010, 11:54 am|
I'm enjoying my new job a lot. The pay is pretty decent, I'm learning a lot an quickly beginning to get a hang of how the place works, and the people there are really cool. Everyone's pretty friendly and are willing to help me when i've got questions on how to do things, and I'm beginning to develop a pretty tight bond with the manager. Also, as a new guy, you should normally expect to get pretty shitty hours, since they can't expect the best work out of you if your placed in a new environment, but I've gotten 40 hours my first week! AND I'm getting 40 hours this week too! Also at the rate of 9.25 an hour, which was a good bit more than I was making at Subway, and the conditions of the work place are much better.
I'm still meeting many of the coworkers there and have been pretty cool with everyone so far. Last night I was working from 3pm-11pm. Around 10pm the night guys were coming in to begin their shift. One of these guys, who usually works in the Deli area, which is my area as well, is Shawn. Shawn is a BIG byot black guy. I was just finishing my break and i introduced myself. He seemed pretty cool, he was asking me about myself and where I used to work. I told him all about my experiences at subway and why I chose to quit and told him im starting to like this place a lot more. He was pretty friendly and was telling me about how this is a pretty good place to work and that I'm pretty lucky to have gotten the job and he could tell I would fit in just right.
Then, pretty much out of nowhere, while there were hardly any customers around, he looks at me with a considerably serious expression and asks me the question. "So.. How do YOU feel about full frontal male nudity?" Needless to say, I was shocked. I've only known this guy for about 20 minutes. He hasn't really told me much about himself. I just kinda went ahead and told him about me. Now, this is a pretty huge black guy im dealing with. He's like a foot and a half taller than me and like triple my weight. I have no idea where this question came from. If my mind were a human entity, it would be screaming and flailing its arms around frantically. I don't know whether this guy is hinting to me that he is gay or if he's a fag basher. In either scenario, a negative or positive response to that question means I am fucked. Literally or metaphorically.
I basically just shot him a cop-out answer. "Umm.. I have no idea how to answer that question." then Shawn turns around and yells "Hey Chris," Chris is the current shift leader at the time. He's a white guy, a little older than me, about my same height. Me and him are pretty cool, we had been cracking jokes at each other on several occasions that night. Chris comes over "Yeah? what?" "I thought you said this guy was cool?" "Huh what do you mean?" "I just asked him how he feels about full frontal male nudity." Chris says "OOOhhh shit Jon I didnt tell you did I?"
I'm like "Um. Nnnnno chris, you did not." so Chris begins to explain "Alright man, we've got this game, right? Where at any given moment, one of us is gonna unzip our pants and try to get you to look at our junk. Now, you also get points for innovation. Like for example I can be like Hey man, check out this cool belt buckle! and if you look, I get to kick you in the ass. That's the punishment for seeing our junk. The goal is to try come up with the sickest most clever ways to show it. Like Vinny over there" Vinny is this really old-timer who had been working for Wawa for years. He's like 80 years old and the nicest most friendly guy you'll ever meet. "Vinny's got this thing called 'The BRAIN' since his sack is all saggy, he can wrap his sack all around his junk and it looks exactly like a human brain man! How's that sound!?"
Not sure whether or not they are dead serious, I retort in my maybe-im-being-sarcastic-maybe-im-not kind of tone. "Man that's fucking awesome."
Suddenly Shawn and Chris start laughing hysterically. "were just fucking with you man. But seriously you ever see a belt buckle like this" and I glance down for a fraction of a second before I realize what he had just said and I was like "AHHH you jackass!" He didn't actually have his junk out but he would have gotten me if he did. We all had a good laugh about it though and I was pulling the same joke at different times that day.
It's good to know I'm not getting my asshole enlarged though.
|Employer evading payroll||April 30, 2010, 11:17 am|
About a month ago, during some job searches, I came upon an ad in the window for a restaurant named "Mama Mia's" I started work on Wednesday March 10th from 5:00pm to 10:00pm. I had also worked Saturday March 13th from 3:00pm to 10:00pm until being fired the next day when I was expected to work on Sunday even though I claimed I wouldn't be able to make it.
As a result of that, I returned the next week to pick up my check for the twelve hours that I worked. When I arrived, the owner of the restaurant, Micheal Petrecca, said he did not have the check ready and I would have to return next week to get it. When I did return the next week, he was not at the restaurant. I began calling the restaurant frequently every few days after that to check up on my money's availability and each time I call Micheal is either not at the restaurant, makes an excuse why the check has not been written up yet, or simply makes excuse as to why he cannot answer the phone. It wasn't until April 14th that I had called him once again, and he had claimed he did not have the information he needed to write my check, such as my social security number, number of dependents, etc. I obliged to drive over there and write him all the information he needed and he told me he would have the check on the following Friday, April 23rd. Knowing how incompetent he was, I called that day to check if it was there, as opposed to driving there myself. He refused to answer the phone, and had one of his employees tell me to come back on Monday.
Due to unexpected occasions I did not come on Monday to pick it up, but today, April 30th instead. When I arrived Micheal was there and claimed that he does not have it because he has been too busy. I told him that I would come back in an hour and if it is not ready then, than I would get the police involved, and he gladly remarked "Go ahead." I'm more than just a little concerned of whether or not I can rely on him to write this check and I've been getting anxious about this for quite a while. Several people I've talked to about this (Including my own parents) told me they have had similar problems regarding Micheal Petrecca, except they had either gotten their money eventually or just forgot about it. I would much rather him not get away with evading the payroll. This check is more than month and a half overdue.
Are the police even the right people to contact? What do I do?
|Lack of Job||April 11, 2010, 2:40 pm|
Man I thought being unemployed for a while would be great. So much free time! Can hang out with buddies all the time! Party all day long!
Everyone's at work. Nothing's on TV. Minimal motivation to make maps. I applied for like 10 jobs yesterday, awaiting calls. Trying not to spend money, especially by myself. Browsing the forums and creepin on facebook like 20 times a day. Texting people. Not getting replies. Looking forward to the 3 days I get to go to school each week. Homework's done. Room is clean. Nice weather outside. Still bored as fuck.
I kinda want to do some active stuff outside at the park or something, but I'm pretty certain it's gonna be boring to do alone. Kinda wish I was making money right about now. Is there anything productive I could be doing in the meantime?
|Forty Days and Forty Nights||February 15, 2010, 4:57 pm|
Some of you guys may be aware that I was at this last year and the year before, I'm giving it another whack this year too.
As the Lenten season approaches, I'm reminded that I'm nearly hopelessly addicted to the internet, in some days where I don't already have plans, I could be spent surfing around for 12 hours straight. As a result, I've decided to practice the act of giving up the internet for Lent.
It's usually really tough at first but gets pretty easy later on. I downloaded a bunch of megawads to keep my occupied in the meantime. I'm gonna aim to get a lot more 'useful' things done within this time. Go out and visit people I don't usually chill with more often, etc.
I'm not much of a religious person, and if I weren't such an internet addict I would otherwise probably not give up anyting for Lent because I'm a selfish bastard. I was recently informed that Lent is approaching much sooner than I expected. This year, Lent runs from February 17th to Easter Sunday, April 4th.
The rules are as follows:
I don't want to make the Lenten season put a ginormous delay on the release UAC Ultra, so I'm still debating on one of two options:
1. Shift my 40-day internet fast about 5 days or so, meaning ranging it from February 22, to April 9th, complete as much of my share in mapping as humanly possible, and leave the rest up the Super Jamie to do his stuff with it, get it playtested, and appeal to the playtesters' feedback, and release it while I'm gone.
2. Create some kind of a loophole in the rules that allows me to email my progress on UAC Ultra to Super Jamie using my College email
|Cheatin||February 10, 2010, 9:46 am|
this cute girl I didn't know until recently added me on facebook a couple months ago. She told me I looked real familiar, but neither of us could figure out where she knew me from (I'm convinced she just thought my profile pic was hawt and added me as a result.) We've been talking on the phone and texting and junk for a couple weeks now.
I've hung out with her IRL twice now, and she's kinda hinting that she wants to get intimate. Last time I was with her, before i left i gave her a hug and she held me real close. I think she wanted a kiss but I kinda pussed out. Weird thing is, she's already in a relationship (according to her facebook). She's pretty hot and a lot of fun to be around, I'm probably gonna make a move next time I hang out with her. But if it can't be kept quiet I'm wonderin if her current boyfriend might wanna fight me.
He looks pretty skinny, but so am I. I think he's younger than me too, so I'm not too worried about it. What do you guys think?
|Dec 20th||December 16, 2009, 9:27 am|
It's probably no special day to you but I'm excited as fuck.
#1 I've been working 6+ hours every day for the past 4 weeks, Dec 20th will be my first day off since then.
#2 I painted this sick monster energy drink logo on this hoody I'm going to give to my honey for christmas on that day. (She loves monster energy drinks)
#3 Because she said she got me something for christmas and hinted to me that "It is Doom-related" and I "will love it" This will be the first time I got a doom-related gift from someone outside my family. She's fucking awesome.
#4 It's not going to be the only gift I get from her ;)
#5 It's also my birthday.
#6 32 IN 2444444444444!!! I can't wait to map for this. I've been fooling around with doombuilder for a personal project, and have been making great progress real fast. A 24 hour time limit is just what I need for motivation. I'm expecting to do either:
A: Get 2 completed, detailed, playtested maps done,
B: Get 6+ generic layouts that someone else can detail and do whatever with.
Whichever is more helpful.
FOUR MORE DAYS.
|40oz doesnt back down.||October 18, 2009, 8:21 pm|
Aight so don' even get me started on how crazy this day was. So I'm just chillin workin at subway just listenin to some jams on da ipizzle right? yaknow the usual. So this chump walks on in the front door, some big biker guy with all his bikah buddies sittin out in the parkin lot. So he walks up and hes all yellin "Gimme a footlong roastbeef on italian!" and im all like aight whatever, no need for the attitude but whateva.
Like halfway through makin the sandwich he's all "YA PUTTIN CHEEZE ON DAT??" and im like "yeah dude gimme a sec" then his forehead drops and hes al like "DONT TALK BACK AT ME KID" and im all "yo back down I aint frontin!" then all of a sudden outta nowhere he lunges at me across the counter tryn to grab me, but hes kinda chubby ya know what im sayin? So i just dip back and im all "Aight aight, ya playin hardball?"
So I jab him with the left and give em a hook with the right and im still wearin my sandwich makin gloves too, i dunno if the blood was from his nose or from the roast beef. At this point his face lights up red like a cherry. he's all callin in his buddies from the parkin lot. Now all a sudden im surrounded by like six fat bikah dudes right? Im all like whatever yall fat I aint backin down. I'm all hype now nyways. Then he's all tryin to be tough sayin stuf like "You picked the wrong guy to mess with punk!" and im just like "you bring five guys to a fight whos da punk now??" I mean they eat at subway how tough can they be yknow? The one guy didn't take it well, he pulls out a switchblade, im like shoot these guys are packing and this never happened I made it all up thanks for reading. I anxiously await all your "ah i knew it the whole time!" posts.