Feeling especially cranky and nihilistic due to petty fuckery from the world.
For example, my microphone, after refusing to work at all for months, suddenly started working. Sounds like a good thing, dunnit?
But it only works some of the time. It randomly cuts in and out. Not so much as to make it not worth using, of course.
That would imply mercy. Then I would just give up.
No, for maximum suffering, it has to work for random periods of time while also giving me the idea that if I hold it just right, it will keep working.
I figure the problem is with the cord. Which means a new cord would solve it. In theory.
But I can’t shake the irrational feeling that getting a new cord will just be setting myself for the universe to fuck with me again by having it make no difference.
Surely Lucy won’t take the ball away THIS time.
Also, this morning I had two different sites completely thwart my attempts at password retrieval via visual captchas that I couldn’t do because Doctor Vaezi fucked up my eyes.
No, I don’t know how many of these pictures contain a bicycle! Just give me my goddamned password before I reach through the internet and throttle you.
Ah, if only that was an option.
Actually, on second thought, we’re probably way better off without it.
Been playing the new character in Fallout 76. Facing a hostile post-apocalyptic world armed with nothing but a pitchfork is… stimulating.
It’s a surprisingly effective weapon. But I hope I find something with a little more dignity and a lot less American Gothic soon.
I feel like some kind of pre-NRA rural caricature of the angry xenophobic farmer chasing you off of his land because he thinks you are after his wheat and/or daughters.
Trust me, Pa, your daughters and your crops are safe! I’m gay and I don’t do carbs!
Your sons and particularly sexy male livestock, on the other hand….
And that’s how I ended up with a butt full of buckshot.
In my defense, it was a very handsome buck.
But enough of my drooling libido.
I am revising my opinion of Animation Throwdown. The combo thing is still interesting but there does not seem to be much strategy to the gameplay.
My entire strategy goes like this :
- I play a character card.
- I play an object card on said character card
- Go back to 1.
And yet I win every duel. Boring!
So it might not hold my interest much longer. It’s possible that more strategic complexity will come in time, but I doubt it.
More after the break.
Social anxiety is…
…hoping, PRAYING, that you get voice-mail instead of the person you’re dialing. And wishing there was a way to go directly to voice-mail without the person knowing until they get the message.
…waiting five minutes or more after the DoorDash person arrives with my food before going to get it in order to be sure you don’t have to interact with them at ALL
…dreading going out with friends even though you love your friends to pieces and know you will definitely have a good time because the crazy part of your mind only sees the act that physical and social stimulation levels will rise and that means death apparently
…raking yourself over the coals over and over again for a minor bit of social awkwardness that nobody else even noticed let alone faults you for
“So you’re saying you’re a badass?
“Hey, I am the WORST ass…. wait…. “
God damn do I love this song.
Didn’t know it was Jimmy Buffet til I looked it up, but it totally makes sense. He’s a very funny guy, as you can see.
A little disappointed at the relative lack of lyrics. Surely there was more comedy gold to be mined from such a perfect premise.
Like how about this bridge to chorus :
“There’s nothing good on the TV
So there’s nothing better to do…”
And that’s just off the top of my head.
Still, it makes me so happy that this song exists. And you have to admit, there is no other genre of music but country that could be so hilariously blunt and honest.
Let’s just cut the bullcrap. Wanna get drunk and fuck like monkeys on shore leave?
Thank goodness that with hookup apps, we are now approaching such an enlightened and honest state for straight people.
We fags have had it since forever, of course.
Funny how things are much simpler when there’s no chicks involved.
But don’t worry, ladies. You will get there soon. Before long, thanks to these apps, you will be free to fuck because you want to fuck and that is IT.
No further justification necessary. Thou art horny so thou shalt fuck. It’s a freedom we men have had since forever and you deserve to have it too.
Now go out there and get some cock!
Been feeling the futility of my existence today.
As in, looking ahead at my day full of nothing but eating, napping, blogging, and video games and saying “Is that really it? That’s all I am going to do??”
Funny how that only kicked in after I beat Fallout 76.
But it’s a good thing. I want to be restless and unsatisfied. I want to want more. I want to be discontent with this life of mine.
Because that’s the only way I will ever get motivated to change things. To grow and strive and reach out into the world to get what I want instead of rotting on the vine.
Nothing will change as long as I am comfortable. I have to become uncomfortable enough to be willing to put a lot of effort into getting comfortable again.
Ideally, even more comfortable than I was before.
Because now I am not just a limp lump of pointless protoplasm attached to computer any more. I have actually done some shit.
And thus I don’t feel worthless any more.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.