|Stag||July 14, 2014, 12:50 am|
|I fly out to Benidorm for my stag 'night' today, which is actually a week long and shared with my brother who is also getting married this year. I'm expecting chaos, wish me luck and I'll probably be back in a week to let you know how it went :-)|
|Metaphysics of Modernity?||July 8, 2014, 11:48 am|
|I was walking through Harvard Yard and someone stopped and asked me my thoughts on the metaphysics of modernity at which I hesitated and then replied "what do you mean by metaphysics" and then they brushed me off and continued on their way. My thinking is the guy's friends who he was with challenged him that others would not know what he meant, but who knows.... What do you think it means?|
|Oh, I love you, Mantecol||July 5, 2014, 11:22 am|
Ok, so i don't know what is happening to me, but the past 3 weeks i've been chasing stores to find Mantecol. In short words, is an Argentinian candy, and wikipedia says:
"Under the brands Mantecol and Nucrem is marketed a typical dessert of the cuisine of Argentina, a sort of semi-soft nougat made from peanut butter. It was originally created and marketed in the 1940s by the confectionery company Georgalos. Founded by a Greek immigrant family, his main reference, Miguel Georgalos, took the inspiration in a dessert of Greek cuisine, the halva."
That's it, it's fucking incredible, i buy at least 2 mantecols per week, it's a madness, i can't stop thinking of it when i'm hungry for candy.
I never eated Nucrem before, but it seems that is tastier than Mantecol.
Right now i'm eating a 110 gram Mantecol bar and it's freaking delicious.
Do i have a problem with this? it seems to, but i don't care.
Talking about food addictions, i also like (in an incredible way) Kentucky Fried Chicken... oh my god, i want it NOW.
|The Best* Zandronum Server In The World||July 2, 2014, 10:46 pm|
This was also posted in the Doom Videos thread, but I wanted to mirror it here to prevent it from getting lost in the sea of other doom videos from said thread.
*Except in Nebraska. Restrictions apply, results may vary, not for use with other prescription medications. Linkrulezall may not be held responsible for any disappointment, hurt feelings, leg spasms, enthusiastic dishwashing, internal thunderings, indigestion, heartburn, random breakouts of impromptu breakdancing, amnesia, spine loss, explosive vomit, guts becoming huge, and/or untimely demise which may occur as a result of this not actually being the best Zandronum server in the world.
|Uni is approaching...||July 2, 2014, 4:57 am|
|... and I'm still stuck between CS and CEN as majors. I'm mainly aiming for CS as major and accounting as minor. But what do you think? Which major should I get? Which is better? Which one has bigger salary?|
|Food poisoning myself||June 27, 2014, 3:05 am|
Over the past 2.5 years I've cooked a lot. Randomly I get ambitious and cook things that I've literally never eaten before, but I think will be a good idea. I've cooked rosoto without ever tasting it. Last night or rather 7 hours ago was scallops. I cooked a test scallop that turned out fine. Then I cooked the other 3 scallops. Those other 3 I feel turned out burnt.
Now here's a flashback for you, when I was at the super market, the employee working there I felt was trying to tell me not to buy them. They're $18 per pound. I was iffy. I felt he was taking the long way to hint that I shouldn't buy them. He bluntly asked who likes them, your wife or your girlfriend? We laughed, because men apparently don't buy them. He asked if I liked them, I said, never had them, either had he. But I was going to cook them. He pointed out he doesn't want to sell me something I probably won't like. The whole conversation was a painful 5 minutes. He constantly asked, do you get what I'm saying? I thought it was code for don't buy these!
After picking them up I went to the front checkout where one person was in line, this little old lady in her wheelchair was buying a box of wine. Not just a box with wine in it, but a big box with 8 bottles of wine in it. She argued about the price and haggled to get the price down. First another clerk was called in for the sale of the booze since the underage clerk working there can't sell booze. Then a manager was called in for the haggling.
When it was my turn, the clerk had to change the receipt ream of paper, to which he had it backward and my info printed on the wrong side. Why am I bringing this all up? They were signs. I laughed and knew they were signs.
Oddly enough, during the meal, it was the burnt ones that tasted fine. It was the non burnt one that was rubbery. So I blame the test subject. My girlfriend has yet to come down with food poisoning, but who knows. I ate the undercooked one.
I peed out my ass, downed some ginger aile that has been sitting in the fridge for 2 years. Then I thought.... the only way out of this is to throw up.
When I started throwing up, some long tentacle of a thing came out. It belonged to the scallop. Then I thought oh fuck that's not what I need to throw up. So I kept going like the trooper I am. It took a while, but now I'm feeling better. Thank you vomit process, you make everything better in a hurry.
For those curious, the actual meal is lobster ravioli.
|I'm Back From South Carolina Again||June 25, 2014, 9:27 pm|
Update: As of 7/1/2014 I am back from South Carolina again, and you can read about it in this journal I made.
This thread was originally called Leaving For South Carolina Again, and here is the original post:
Hey guys, as some of you know I went to South Carolina last year, and I went there because he went to Kuwait in the army. Now I'm going there again because he's back and is going to marry his fiance. I'm going there tomorrow on the 26th of June this year and won't return until the 1st of July. So I'm going to have fun with my cousin once again. Until then, I'll talk to all of you later.
|Career beginnings, the saga to a dream of farting in the Bahamas upon retirement.||June 25, 2014, 2:32 pm|
|After a fuck load of interviews and lazy weeks of watching Breaking Bad to ease the pain of waiting for companies to get back to me, it finally paid off. A few weeks ago I finally got an email confirming my placement with BT (3 year apprenticeship for Transimission) which will enable me to become a full time engineer provided that I complete the programme to an immense level of greatness. Luckily for me, this is something I have always wanted to do as a job, but I didn't think I'll even get the chance to even get a start in due to bad grades in both college and school, yet I managed to get one step closer to a career I very much desire. The apprenticeship starts in October and I managed to send off the rest of the paper work ready to begin. It just goes to show that you should never give up trying or give up hope, regardless of how well you done. This time though I will try a lot harder than I have done before as this is one chance I don't want to blow.|
|New NES purchase||June 25, 2014, 10:28 am|
I had an NES when I lived in Minnesota - honestly, I've had an NES most of my life - but when I had to move down here, I didn't have really have much of an opportunity to pack thanks to my illness, so I lost most of my thing. Well, it really meant a lot to me, and I was sad to lose it, but last weekend my sister dragged me to a con, and while it wasn't exactly spectacular, I did manage to make one pretty sweet purchase. Probably paid a little more than I shoulda, but considering the paint job, and factoring in shipping costs for if I had ordered one online, I think it was worth it.
No games yet, as the prices they were charging for games at the booth were ridiculous (though I realize that honestly, no matter where you shop these days, NES game prices have gone up in recent years). However, I have managed to order Super Mario Bros. 1 and 3, TMNT (yes, the original, the crappy one with the horrible dam level - what can I say, nostalgia is a powerful force), and Marble Madness.
|Assault.||June 25, 2014, 9:54 am|
Told my close friends here this already, but why not vent it further.
So, today I was assaulted in my own home, in my own room, by my mother's drug addict "partner" (I use that term very loosely, there is no love, obviously) and were it not for my mother's intervention, I could have been killed.
I'm pretty lucky to (not only be alive) only have some minor bruises and grazes by the time she forced him to get off me, as well have a computer that SOMEHOW evaded total destruction despite being on my lap when he grabbed me and tried to choke me by forcing liquid soap down my throat (yeah, wtf?). Its entirely unscathed aside from a bloodstain on the lid from my finger that was cut from stray glass when I furiously smashed my desk lamp into his head repeatedly to stop the choke thing.
This is his sixth assault on either me or my brother (Ive been attacked five times, because im the smaller weaker nerd brother, my brother is large. He only got attacked when he was recovering from knee surgery, coward)
The saddest thing is that its a typical domestic abuse cycle; the type that cannot be easily left. He is the kind of slippery snake that dodges all charges, weaves his way through any and all loopholes and generally cant be dealt with legally without some huge carefully laid out plan.
My stepmother had two people like this guy in her life; one during her teenage years, and one that was her best friend's partner. Her best friend was murdered in a similar situation to mine. So I know how much worse things can get and moves not to do at all cost.
I know you guys cant really help with it (and would probably force his hand if someone did attempt to, he's deathly afraid of the cops actually busting him for real) but still, posting because it makes me feel a little better.
HEY OBSIDIAN, I should sneakily move in with you. We can move to Mt. Doom and take over the words Dooming from there! No? Worth a shot.