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Today I woke up and said "You know what? I'm disappointed with my PS4. Everything that I really get into I can play on my PC anyway.."
From there, I told a few people and decided.. I'm selling it and buying a Wii U.
The thing that makes me feel a bit NOT crazy is the fact that I have a 2 1\2 year old daughter that is in the same room as me all the time and all I really have on it is games like MKX, Wolfenstein, Bloodborne, The Last Of Us, etc. Now my PC is out of her sight for the most part and is where I prefer to do my real gaming anyway, so I figured the Wii U would be the living room machine. And the ol' lady is quite the Mario Kart player and I'm sure she'd like to play the new one as much as I would..
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Nintendo consoles have always been derided as "kiddie" consoles, yet at the same time, their consoles tend to be the only ones that really seem to offer up an experience different from what I can get on my PC. I personally don't own a Wii U, but it's the only current-gen console I'd ever even consider. Sony and Microsoft exclusives just don't interest me that much, and most of their non-exclusive games are available for PC.
Heck, I have a 360 with tons of games, but it's just kinda sitting there collecting dust, because of all the games I have, there are none that really stand out as, "Yeah, only the 360 could give me this experience."
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About once a year for the past 15 years I've helped someone move. Usually a stranger that I'm helping a friend help them move. A few times its been a cousin or someone I actually know. There are always stories if not lawsuits and police issues that come out of the moving process. Richard Prior even had an entire movie about it.
Well last night I got a text, then a call from a friend. She has two movers over and they're creeping her out, flirting with her and well moving so slow that day has turned into night. Would I mind coming over to hang out?
Sure, yeah. Oddly enough not the first female friend I've helped move at night after a text. So we moved her out. By we I mean myself and the 2 movers. She's not a sturdy person to move anything.
The truck was barely loaded by the time I got there and what was there, I had to shift around what they had packed, because professional movers can't seem to pack things in like Tetris blocks like I can. Body wise, they didn't look like they should be movers, but hey appearances can be deceiving. No weight belts or back braces, unless they were on under their clothes, but then why would they?
When I arrived, my friend commented that they've been there an hour and haven't done shit, just ask questions about her personal life and one of them tried to take a picture of her. Well that's creepy, so she just hid in the bathroom.
It took 2 hours from when I arrived, which was like 3 hours in total. Toward the end, the movers stopped to have a smoke break. We were ALMOST done. ALMOST. I kept working while both of them had a smoke break. My friend said when they got here, they said hi and then had a smoke break before they started moving. So 2 smoke breaks in 3 hours. Most might see that as an addiction, I see it as laziness, getting paid by the hour even if they're getting paid by the job.
Their second smoke break was 20 minutes. I kept working, my friend told me not to, that's why she has them. Being responsible I was concerned about her new building's move in permit time. We could make it if they didn't drag their feet.
So then on the move, we took 2 vehicles. My friend and I went in her car, the movers went in their truck. We had the lead vehicle. They were following us. Then my friend received a call from one of them asking why we're going this way instead of that?
Well then they just decide to turn off on some different off ramp. My friend starts flipping out and starts thinking they just stole her stuff. Since we're on a tollway / sky way, we can't just go back and take the off ramp. They know where we're going so we just went there with our way.
We were there long before them, about 30 minutes before them. All that time my friend was spazing out, still sure they just stole her stuff and she shouldn't have gone with the cheapest movers. When they finally arrived, my friend told me, "you deal with them, I just can't." Well in a way I had been dealing with it all this time, so why not? She gave me the keys, told me the condo number and then went to find the parking garage to park.
The movers were apologetic, they ran into traffic when they took that off ramp. Then their GPS wouldn't work with all the tall buildings. Yeah shit happens.
We missed the new building's move in time, so we had to illegally move her in. I'm sure her building wouldn't care we missed the window by 20 minutes, but the city of Chicago might. Their "boss" even showed up at the new place to expedite the process so his guys wouldn't get fined for illegally parking in a city street to move stuff up 20 floors. By boss I mean same college age as the other two movers and you'd never guess he owned a moving company.
After she was all moved up, I decided to escort them down to the ground floor and thank them. In the elevator their boss said "what? You're not gonna tip 'em?" I took it upon myself to tip them, which I guess was mistake. I tipped the both of them $20 each. Their boss said oh I think they deserve more than that. I told him, "look you cunt, they didn't have anything done when I arrived an hour into it, I had to repack the truck and its not even my stuff that they just moved."
The two movers got a chuckle out of it. Nothing was said the rest of the elevator ride. I was really surprised I called him cunt it just came out. Well at least he didn't punch me like a real mover would have.
Then when I got back to my friend's condo she said, "they forgot a lamp." Okay that's fine since we had to go back to her old place to get my car. Guess where the lamp was... Outside on the driveway, right next to where the moving van's driver side door was. So the driver walked right past it.
Not the worst moving experience, not the best. I give it a 6 on the scale of awful.-
Heh, thought this was gonna go a whole lot worse. I helped a friend and his girlfriend move once, and that was a friggin' nightmare. Firstly, both were too noncommittal to actually move in together, and in fact they were simply moving into separate apartments closer to each other (in the long run, I think that was a good move). Secondly, both were rather scatterbrained, and my friend in particular is something of a packrat - meaning tons and tons of crap to move, and not a single thing had been packed beforehand. We started at 10:00 AM, and we weren't finished until well after midnight. Now, I'm not a very judgmental person, and certainly it wasn't friendship-breaking or anything, but my God, when I finally collapsed in my bed that night, I wanted to die so badly. It's not like I hold it against him (or her), I know how his mind works, how he has terrible trouble planning things out and whatnot, so yeah, that helped a lot in terms of me not internalizing it, but the experience itself, God I hated it soooooo much. Didn't help that we were going from the third floor of one apartment building to the third floor of another building (and the buildings themselves were too small to have elevators), so of course stairs, oh God, so many stairs.
Again though, I'm separating the friend himself from the situation - I mean, we all have our flaws, it wasn't personal or anything. Kind of interesting to reflect on - back in college (which is actually where I met him), I might have thought, "Geez, this guy's character flaws are just too much to put up with, maybe I shouldn't spend time with him," and there were a couple of times I might have actually done that back in college, but you get older, you realize, "Hey, we all have our character flaws that might drive other people crazy, intent is what really matters, not the outcome," especially because even without character flaws, things can have a tendency of going to shit no matter how much you try to avoid it (I know I've had that happen to me more times than I'd care to admit). Maybe I'm getting way too into analyzing the human condition here, but that day made me think about that a lot - you know, in between wanting to collapse and die while dragging a couch up six flights of stairs - the delirium makes you start to think about the real difference between well-intentioned plans falling apart and actively looking to screw people over.
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Because of this!!:
Sh*t happening in north to center Chile (specially Santiago, Valparaiso, etc)
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Bloodshedder said:
Of course it's a myth if you were taught wrong. It's 5 seconds per mile. (Actually 4.7, but close enough.)
Yeah, I was gonna say, I thought it was more like 5 seconds per mile, not 1. Heh, 4.7... I mean, unless you happen to have a stopwatch and insanely good reflexes, don't think it's really gonna matter.
More to the point, did you piss off Zeus or something, Ledillman?
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I browse a lot of forums on a lot of sites, and lately i have noticed a rising amount of xenophobia, which comes down to
'fear or dislike for people from other countries', and the abundance of stereotypes. The last one is not new, but
the combination of xenophobic dislike combined with stereotypes still makes me laugh my ass of in 2014 ;
All rusians are racist.
All the french eat frogs, play soccer.
All the germans are hitler nazies in disguise.
All the americans are fat and dumb.
All the english are ugly.
All the dutch smoke weed and act off.
Most users of these stereotypes in xenophobic conditions on any forum seem to be egocentric odd posters whom think
they have things to prove, or just plain trolls who do not think about it and just act out of fun...
It is the year 2014, any country well enough to house 4 airports has many nationalities hopping around since the 80's,
and television is a global ordeal... I am starting to wonder if selective news reports to trash peoples views on other
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Cell said:
On the other side, burping is still considered more offensive to make with the same circumstances given.
Heh, it'd make sense anyway - at least you can hold in a burp, or muffle it. Obviously yeah, they can still catch you by surprise, but when you feel a fart coming on, your options are much more limited.
Heh, now I'm just suddenly remembering all those times I got in trouble as a kid for burping on purpose, even though I didn't know how to burp on purpose at the time. I brought it up to my parents once, actually, not too long ago, and they told me they "didn't want to take any chances," in case I secretly was burping on purpose, but that they were sorry for getting me in trouble all those times when I really was doing it on accident. Oy, parents are weird.
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I browse a lot of forums on a lot of sites, and lately i have noticed a rising amount of xenophobia, which comes down to
'fear or dislike for people from other countries', and the abundance of stereotypes. The last one is not new, but
the combination of xenophobic dislike combined with stereotypes still makes me laugh my ass of in 2014 ;
All rusians are racist.
All the french eat frogs, play soccer.
All the germans are hitler nazies in disguise.
All the americans are fat and dumb.
All the english are ugly.
All the dutch smoke weed and act off.
Most users of these stereotypes in xenophobic conditions on any forum seem to be egocentric odd posters whom think
they have things to prove, or just plain trolls who do not think about it and just act out of fun...
It is the year 2014, any country well enough to house 4 airports has many nationalities hopping around since the 80's,
and television is a global ordeal... I am starting to wonder if selective news reports to trash peoples views on other
countries are creating a new wave of stereotype reinforcement...-
I think a lot of xenophobic attitudes are simply reflective of personal insecurities. I've known a few people who use xenophobia because they don't feel so great about themselves, and so direct that outward - turn it into, "Well, at least I'm not as bad as such-and-such group." Hell, even opposition to bigotry itself can fall into that category, I think - er, that's not to say we shouldn't be opposed to bigotry, but you know, it can be one of those cases of, "Right attitude, wrong motivations."
It's tough - I mean I'd never say it's okay to have xenophobic attitudes, but I'm just saying sometimes I don't think the attitudes themselves are necessarily malicious - the person isn't trying to be evil, just they feel threatened in some way, and xenophobia is a way to cope with that. Then it gets challenging because attempting to address the xenophobia only makes them feel more threatened, thus reinforcing their xenophobic positions because those positions bring comfort.
The other thing is, and why I think it may seem to be more common nowadays, is that people often convince themselves of these things in what may be some small nugget of truth - convincing them that, as long as that small nugget of truth is there, it's not really prejudiced. Of course, even if a trend is true of a population, any statistician will tell you it doesn't apply to every individual in that group, which is the entire problem with prejudice, but it still makes people feel more comfortable with their prejudice.
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Some photos of this morning's lunar eclipse:
About 50 minutes before totality.
Start of totality (c. 5.25 am).
"Blood moon".
Totality has ended.
Partial eclipse continued through moonset/sunrise.
All photos taken with my Nikon, and hand-held (tripods are for wusses).-
I tried to catch some eclipse photos myself, but I only had a smart phone and was unsure of what settings would produce the best pictures. Not that the settings would have mattered, I'm sure, but I'm curious about what settings you used. I mean yeah, a phone is not a professional camera, but my phone does have a pretty decent camera with the proper settings, so it'd be interesting to know regardless of whether or not it could help.
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I, speaking for myself, really enjoy sitting and thinking about these subjects, if you couldn't tell, which is why I wrote about them.
You are sitting here by yourself. You are typing words and they are appearing on a computer monitor in front of you. You feel keyboard keys moving under your fingers. How often do you sit and think about that action? You are quite literally moving matter - your body - with your mind. So then, comes the question: What are we, exactly?
Are we matter, or mind?
Also, when you're sitting there typing on your keyboard whatever it is you're typing, you're doing something. You are thinking. You are coming up with words - thoughts - in a human-made language. But what is human? We are evolved apes. Apes are animals. We, then, are animals. We, everything alive on Earth, are living matter.
Living matter. Think about that for a while. Think hard. It's quite mind-boggling when you come to that realisation.
Speaking of matter, it is not actually physical. What we think of as solid things, with weight and substance, are actually progressively tinier bits of matter. Scientists have discovered sub atomic particles so small their mass basically doesn't exist. But it does exist. Which is even more mind-blowing.
Now let's talk about Earth.
Let's talk specifically about the roundness of the planet. While it is not perfectly round, it's certainly round enough. And it's huge, at least relative to us. One thing in particular that always kind of blew my mind, and still does, was that no matter where you were on Earth, from your point of view, everything would look flat and straight ahead. Say you were in Australia. You literally would be nearly upside-down. You really would be upside-down at the South Pole.
Earth, in a very broad sense of the word, is our home. For now it is our only home. We really should try to protect it and take care of it. Neil Armstrong said the Earth was so small as seen from the moon that he could literally put up his thumb and hide our planet behind it. Needless to say that would make me feel very, very small indeed.
I do believe at some point, maybe not too distant in the future, that we will build settlements on the moon. I can easily see moon bases a century from now. Everyone alive on Earth has, at least once, seen a moonrise. Now imagine being on the moon and seeing an Earthrise. Imagine the oppurtunities for astronomers living on the moon, for instance.Now imagine us, humanity, colonizing other worlds, Mars, the moons of the gas and ice giants, Pluto. Now take it a step further and imagine us creating the technology needed to colonize other worlds around stars that far, far away. I personally think it will be quite awhile before we see that kind of technology.-
"Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter."
I think there is some truth to what Yoda said. I don't necessarily believe in a soul, in the spiritual sense, but I do believe we are more than the sum of our parts. We can break a person down to the component parts, but that tells us nothing about the person. No matter how detailed our examinations of the brain get, we never get a picture of the mind that brain creates. And despite the fact that there are billions of us, the same person never exists twice. Even if we try to replicate the underlying mechanics of a person perfectly, with cloning and whatnot, we can never recreate a person, not fully.
Just some food for thought. It's common for people to dismiss the human intellect as being nothing more than a dimly-understanding ape... and while yeah, our understanding of this universe and the things in it is limited, I think the very existence of sentience is fascinating.
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Went to the post office to pick up something this afternoon and was headed to uni from there. Heading to the bus stop, I'm approached by a cop who wanted to search my bag etc, my thoughts were "well ok, I haven't done anything wrong" - pockets emptied etc, at this stage I'm told that someone with blue hair and a red bag (which I both had) snatched someones' bag at a school (which I did go past as it's on the way to the post office). Another cop very quickly appeared and the victims' description very quickly changed to "two-toned blue hair" - basically it seemed to me that they were using my description to fit the evidence and not the other way around, so I was arrested. You can imagine me shitting myself with their whole "just admit it now and it'll make your life easier"/"stop fucking us around and give me the truth" and such.
Taken into the station, strip-searched etc, and was trying to remember whether lawyers suggest you co-operate if innocent or whether anything beyond name, address and d.o.b should be met with "no comment" for the entire interview. However I had a bit of a panic attack in the cells, which was mistaken for a heart attack, which very quickly got me out of the cell and into hospital where I was discharged, no follow-up from the police other than that they may be contacting me. I must be very fortunate to have gotten out of an interview, a charge and being bailed etc.
I can't say that I've never stolen anything in my entire life but I certainly couldn't imagine committing a crime which would impact on another person!!! Being wrongly accused of something is probably someones' worst nightmare. Any advice? -
...How can you get them to throw the first punch?
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Well Maes, as long as we're going with the American movie cliches, the important thing to remember is that after drawing them out with a well-placed insult and insinuations about one's chickenhood, you don't even technically have to fight them. Upon calling him a chicken, he'll quickly fly into such a rage that he'll be easily tricked by the most obvious of ruses and end up taking himself out of the fight. See Back to the Future, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, etc., for multiple examples of strategies for tricking bullies into taking themselves out.
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Seriously, i've spent 5 years of my life as a member of this godforesaken toilet? Damn...
To recap shit that's happened:
-Released first wad
-Graduated college
-DEBT!
-Started getting noticed for some pretty okay maps
-Got first 'real' job
-DEBT!
-Got second 'real' job
-Won Cacoward
-DEBT
-Got a new comp, car, and even lazier than before
-Turned 27, starting to realize I'm losing touch with the young'ns
It's kind of mind-blowing to think that I've been hovering around these boards for 5 years without any truly long breaks. I guess I don't hate some of you guys as much as I thought I did!
In all seriousness, you're some cool dudes and I've never lasted more than like... 6 months on a forum without unceremoniously leaving the community. Good work, everyone! -
...How can you get them to throw the first punch?
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Went to the post office to pick up something this afternoon and was headed to uni from there. Heading to the bus stop, I'm approached by a cop who wanted to search my bag etc, my thoughts were "well ok, I haven't done anything wrong" - pockets emptied etc, at this stage I'm told that someone with blue hair and a red bag (which I both had) snatched someones' bag at a school (which I did go past as it's on the way to the post office). Another cop very quickly appeared and the victims' description very quickly changed to "two-toned blue hair" - basically it seemed to me that they were using my description to fit the evidence and not the other way around, so I was arrested. You can imagine me shitting myself with their whole "just admit it now and it'll make your life easier"/"stop fucking us around and give me the truth" and such.
Taken into the station, strip-searched etc, and was trying to remember whether lawyers suggest you co-operate if innocent or whether anything beyond name, address and d.o.b should be met with "no comment" for the entire interview. However I had a bit of a panic attack in the cells, which was mistaken for a heart attack, which very quickly got me out of the cell and into hospital where I was discharged, no follow-up from the police other than that they may be contacting me. I must be very fortunate to have gotten out of an interview, a charge and being bailed etc.
I can't say that I've never stolen anything in my entire life but I certainly couldn't imagine committing a crime which would impact on another person!!! Being wrongly accused of something is probably someones' worst nightmare. Any advice?-
Honestly, I'm a little surprised they didn't plant anything in your bag to cover up the fact that they ended up harassing you for nothing. I still remain firmly convinced that they were certain, based on your appearance, that they were gonna make a drug bust here. Eh, maybe they had already smoked all the weed in the evidence locker, thus necessitating making another bust but unfortunately leaving them without any to plant on you.
As an aside, my younger brother who's currently in college was actually working toward becoming a cop, but switched to paramedic after a few classes. Among other things, taking those classes quickly introduced him to the kind of people attracted to that profession, and he decided he wanted nothing to do with that.
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Experiment NO. 67 - Usage of nettle for dopamine release stimulation
From Wikipedia, "urtica dioica, often called common nettle or stinging nettle (although not all plants of this species sting), is a herbaceous perennial flowering plant, [...] divided into six subspecies, five of which have many hollow stinging hairs called trichomes on the leaves and stems, which act like hypodermic needles, injecting histamine and other chemicals that produce a stinging sensation when contacted by humans and other animals".
It was during my latest field trip that I discovered this intriguing plant, and found a way to make great therapeutic use of it's defense mechanisms, and thought it would be nice to share the results of my experimentations here as well.
Having in mind the hypodermic needles of nettle, the question of how it would feel to deliberately sting my genital organs with a specimen innevitably popped up.
After meticulous disinfection of said specimen, I held the batch in a pair of surgical gloves and softly brushed it against the top of my penis.
Initially it was hard to tell any difference, but soon enough my head started to swell and it felt surprisingly good. Subsequent rapid stroking of the penis resulted in an extremely firm errection, followed by a monstruous ejaculation, around 5 times more sperm then on a usual run.
Sometime later, I've attempted the procedure again. The nettles had actually been picked about half an hour by the time the were applied again and, unlike my penis, had gone a little limp. As a result the leaves needed to be flicked quite hard against my glans in order to do the trick so I guess a fresher nettle harvest might have been preferable.
However, the results were almost equally satisfactory as the last time. After sometime spent arousing myself with manual and oral sex I guided myself into a position from where I could penetrate my hand into a throbbing orgasm, once again.
During the rest of the day (no more sexual activity), I felt a hint of very agreeable pain in the background, but nothing serious and it was gone by next morning.
So there you have it, now you know a cool nettle trick that you can share with your friends, or perhaps try by yourself at home.
Either way, make sure you let me know of your result, and tell me what you think! Cheers!-
I feel so privileged for having the chance to read this. Chocolate shotgun, impse, cybie swing... I thought I had seen the best Doomworld has to offer, but this blows them all away, and includes tips I can use myself, assuming I ever get into an accident and suffer severe brain damage to the point where rubbing spiny objects on my dick sounds like a good idea.
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Went to the post office to pick up something this afternoon and was headed to uni from there. Heading to the bus stop, I'm approached by a cop who wanted to search my bag etc, my thoughts were "well ok, I haven't done anything wrong" - pockets emptied etc, at this stage I'm told that someone with blue hair and a red bag (which I both had) snatched someones' bag at a school (which I did go past as it's on the way to the post office). Another cop very quickly appeared and the victims' description very quickly changed to "two-toned blue hair" - basically it seemed to me that they were using my description to fit the evidence and not the other way around, so I was arrested. You can imagine me shitting myself with their whole "just admit it now and it'll make your life easier"/"stop fucking us around and give me the truth" and such.
Taken into the station, strip-searched etc, and was trying to remember whether lawyers suggest you co-operate if innocent or whether anything beyond name, address and d.o.b should be met with "no comment" for the entire interview. However I had a bit of a panic attack in the cells, which was mistaken for a heart attack, which very quickly got me out of the cell and into hospital where I was discharged, no follow-up from the police other than that they may be contacting me. I must be very fortunate to have gotten out of an interview, a charge and being bailed etc.
I can't say that I've never stolen anything in my entire life but I certainly couldn't imagine committing a crime which would impact on another person!!! Being wrongly accused of something is probably someones' worst nightmare. Any advice?-
Gez said:
(Obviously you can talk to cops to report a crime you were the victim of, though.)
You know, unless you're a woman trying to report a rape, in which case they'll pressure you to admit you made the whole thing up, or a minority, in which case they'll just arrest you for the crime you were reporting. That's just snark and cynicism talking, I'll freely admit, but snark and cynicism based on a sad reality.
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Went to the post office to pick up something this afternoon and was headed to uni from there. Heading to the bus stop, I'm approached by a cop who wanted to search my bag etc, my thoughts were "well ok, I haven't done anything wrong" - pockets emptied etc, at this stage I'm told that someone with blue hair and a red bag (which I both had) snatched someones' bag at a school (which I did go past as it's on the way to the post office). Another cop very quickly appeared and the victims' description very quickly changed to "two-toned blue hair" - basically it seemed to me that they were using my description to fit the evidence and not the other way around, so I was arrested. You can imagine me shitting myself with their whole "just admit it now and it'll make your life easier"/"stop fucking us around and give me the truth" and such.
Taken into the station, strip-searched etc, and was trying to remember whether lawyers suggest you co-operate if innocent or whether anything beyond name, address and d.o.b should be met with "no comment" for the entire interview. However I had a bit of a panic attack in the cells, which was mistaken for a heart attack, which very quickly got me out of the cell and into hospital where I was discharged, no follow-up from the police other than that they may be contacting me. I must be very fortunate to have gotten out of an interview, a charge and being bailed etc.
I can't say that I've never stolen anything in my entire life but I certainly couldn't imagine committing a crime which would impact on another person!!! Being wrongly accused of something is probably someones' worst nightmare. Any advice?-
You know, one of my first thoughts was, "It'd be so easy to just call the girl down to the station and ask if it's her bag and if you're the one who stole it," but then it occurred to me there might not even be a girl - the whole thing could've just been a way to make you claim that the bag is yours, so if they find drugs you can't back out and say you were holding it for someone else, or you found it and were trying to return it. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I'm certain of that assumption, that there was no girl in the first place.
And I mean, I hate to defend the establishment here, but yeah, you stop and search enough freaks with colored hair, it won't take long at all to bust one for having a little dope on him or something like that. Mind you, this is no judgment regarding colored hair - I dyed my hair purple back in college, and I'd still dye it purple if I could get away with it. As unfair as it is, the rules society plays by go far beyond what's written in the law. I still firmly believe those unwritten laws are meant to be challenged - it strikes me as preposterous that we claim to live in a free society yet judge anyone who does things differently, but acknowledge that when you do, you're asking for trouble.
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Went to the post office to pick up something this afternoon and was headed to uni from there. Heading to the bus stop, I'm approached by a cop who wanted to search my bag etc, my thoughts were "well ok, I haven't done anything wrong" - pockets emptied etc, at this stage I'm told that someone with blue hair and a red bag (which I both had) snatched someones' bag at a school (which I did go past as it's on the way to the post office). Another cop very quickly appeared and the victims' description very quickly changed to "two-toned blue hair" - basically it seemed to me that they were using my description to fit the evidence and not the other way around, so I was arrested. You can imagine me shitting myself with their whole "just admit it now and it'll make your life easier"/"stop fucking us around and give me the truth" and such.
Taken into the station, strip-searched etc, and was trying to remember whether lawyers suggest you co-operate if innocent or whether anything beyond name, address and d.o.b should be met with "no comment" for the entire interview. However I had a bit of a panic attack in the cells, which was mistaken for a heart attack, which very quickly got me out of the cell and into hospital where I was discharged, no follow-up from the police other than that they may be contacting me. I must be very fortunate to have gotten out of an interview, a charge and being bailed etc.
I can't say that I've never stolen anything in my entire life but I certainly couldn't imagine committing a crime which would impact on another person!!! Being wrongly accused of something is probably someones' worst nightmare. Any advice?-
Definitely get a lawyer. Aside from that, I think the best suggestion is to be polite but give them nothing other than what you absolutely have to, especially without a lawyer present. Remember, they're not looking to catch the perp, they're looking to catch someone who fits the description of the perp - nabbing the wrong person by mistake isn't their problem, that's for the courts to sort out. So basically, they'll do anything they can to pin it on you, guilty or not. Hence all the intimidation crap - it's not to figure out whether you're really innocent, it's because you're more likely to crack even if you are innocent, and then it's not their problem anymore.
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Oh boy. Got myself a Retron 3 to replace my NES which is now having trouble playing games for some reason. I know the Retron 5 is out but I heard it had a lot of problems so ye. I bought a Game Genie to stick in the game slot because it's somewhat difficult to pull out an NES game from the system and I fear it will overtime damage the cartridge. However the SNES games are easy to pull out. Can't say much about the Genesis slot because I don't own any Genesis games. Overall I think this is a pretty good product.
Oh yeah I forgot to mention I didn't bother trying the controllers that came with it because they felt super cheap and everyone said they were trash anyway.
Here is the Retron 3 hooked up and playing SMB3.
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*ahem* Excuse me while I drool lustfully at that box of NES games you've got sitting there. I've considered on and off getting one of those retro systems, but I'm always worried about games that might not work perfectly (I know there are issues with at least some games using features of the NES that haven't quite been perfectly reverse-engineered). That said, for the time being, I'm quite happy with my current NES, though I think if I ever wanted to start collecting SNES games I might consider getting something like this, partly because actual SNESs tend to be more expensive than NESs, in my experience.
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When I get my free time back, I have a few choices of what to do next:
- Resume work on my map generator, having acquired some of the SCIENCE I needed.
- Finish my Dig series.
- Contribute to tackling newstuff backlog and play some Wads of interest that have been piling up.
- Make a vanilla (episode-length?) map set.
- Contribute to other projects.
- Toy with zdoom gameplay modding.
- Update: Start a Doom Builder plugin for visualizing sound propagation.
- Resume work on my map generator, having acquired some of the SCIENCE I needed.
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Has this ever happened to you? Suddenly you realize that you're breathing "automatically", without putting any effort into it, and then it stops working and you have to breathe by yourself. How do you get out of there? Took me forever to fall asleep last night because of this.
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Great... Both digits are the same; now WTH do I do?
Last night I had the most expensive dinner of my life (fruits of the sea) so yay for me.-
3.14159265358979... has always just been easier for me to remember. No math needed, after all. Actually, I used to have roughly 80 digits of pi memorized, back in high school - had a poem that helped me remember, but I've since forgotten the poem. At any rate, happy birthday! Dang, lot of people seem to be having birthdays lately - just had mine yesterday.
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And then I read this: http://www.foodreference.com/html/artredkidneybeanpoisoning.html
I work in agriculture so I just picked them right off the plant not knowing. No symptoms yet but...
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And then I read this: http://www.foodreference.com/html/artredkidneybeanpoisoning.html
I work in agriculture so I just picked them right off the plant not knowing. No symptoms yet but...
Wish me luck.-
TheCupboard said:
Legumes are a super food. When you eat them, the carbohydratess break down in a usefully extended fashion. In fact, if you have a sensitivity to gluten, beans provide a fantastic breakfast or substitute for anything wheat-based.
Beans. They will take you places.Yeah, they took him places alright - straight to the toilet.
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And then I read this: http://www.foodreference.com/html/artredkidneybeanpoisoning.html
I work in agriculture so I just picked them right off the plant not knowing. No symptoms yet but...
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Tattoos are sort of a recent thing with me, even though I've wanted them for quite a while. So when I finally I finally got a pentacle on my left shoulder blade last year, I was ecstatic. Since then I've wanted a few more, and today I got this on my right forearm.
Part of the reason I got it was to cover up a really bad scar I got there last year from a bad accident. It was large, ugly, and definitely noticeable. But the other reason I got it was because ravens tend to mean a lot to me personally.
I might get another one next year on my other arm to sort of balance things out. Maybe more ravens, maybe something else. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll get the Doomguy...-
I got a tattoo... but it was something nice, something meaningful, and on my back so it's easy to cover up. To be clear, it's a stylized representation of Yggdrasil, the Norse tree of life. I liked the concept, and it's something I can't see myself coming back 20 years later and saying, "Well that was stupid." In retrospect, that was really not a bad idea, seeing as how an ex talked me into getting it and actually paid for it, but I made sure it was something that wouldn't just be a painful reminder if we broke up (which we did - goddammit, so smart planning on my part).
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Not sure if this should go in the Everything Else forum or this blog forum.
After someone posted his CEO was fired, I derailed things by mentioning Walmart, so rather than posting more Walmart stuff there, I'll post here:
I was sent to Walmart recently... same 2 lines open. The 20 items or less and the lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnng line. Person in front of me was getting chips and 2 other things. Gave a coupon. Wrong bag of chips for the coupon. So she wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwalked and found the chips then came back fucking 5 minutes later. I asked the clerk, can I check out? No the girl also had more than chips and its already processed. So I told the clerk, the fuck I can't, other clerks have done that for me. Oh but this clerk says she's new, so she called for help.
Help comes. Then the girl comes back WITH MORE THAN CHIPS. Tries using her coupon. Oh its expired. She complains, then a manager is called. Manager comes and says look you do this all the time these expired coupons. You've done it so much I know your name. We're not taking this expired coupon.
She turns to me and asks me for money to make up the difference. wtf?
The guy behind me was angry and say you better get out of here lady, no one is buying you chips. The manager just shook his head and walked away.
Chips were not bought.
Oddly enough this isn't the first time I've seen someone's expired coupon get rejected at this Walmart.
