-I hate it when people whine about too much money is being given to science research, but then use a microwave, use a car with a GPS or use a computer.
There are actually people who b$&$@ about too much money going to SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH? Holy crap, I hate them too now. It's the single most useful thing we could possibly put money towards, once we've made sure everyone is fed clothed and sheltered (we're doing an awesome job at that by the way). What the &*%# should we put money into, sport? More vacuous and worthless "entertainment"?
-I hate it that the school boards have done away with the failling grades because it could scar the children...Yeah like life's is like that in the REAL WORLD!!! Sometimes you fail and you have to learn to deal with it. We have sheltered a whole generation from failure and adversity and I'm starting to get scared of how they are going to react to like not being a everybody wins happy fun place.
I'm totally with you on this one too. And might I add, I hate how the internet makes it possible for every little sadsack to create their own fake identity. Instead of going out and becoming who they want to be, kids can now just lie to everyone over the internet and create an identity for themselves that is exactly how they wish they were. As long as they have 1000 MySpace friends it's all good. I thought life was about growing, learning about yourself and overcoming challenges, not sinking further and further into a comfortable web of self-deceit.
I also hate that I can't escape the irony of having just written that on an internet message board under an assumed name ;)
And I hate that there's a Madame Tussaud's wax model of Brad and Aneglina's baby. It's a FREAKIN BABY! Make a model of it when it's cured cancer, or at least when it can tie it's own shoes! AAARGH!!
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There are actually people who b*#*@ about too much money going to SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH? Holy crap, I hate them too now. It's the single most useful thing we could possibly put money towards, once we've made sure everyone is fed clothed and sheltered (we're doing an awesome job at that by the way). What the &*%# should we put money into, sport? More vacuous and worthless "entertainment"?-I hate it when people whine about too much money is being given to science research, but then use a microwave, use a car with a GPS or use a computer.
Personally, I don't b%*~* about money going to scientific research. However, I do b%+~& about taxpayer money going to government research. I'm an engineer who works for the military, so I know exactly how much waste goes on. But that's the government for you. If the system worked better, I'd feel better about it. Unfortunately, its necessary. I prefer the research done by industry, because they don't seem to waste nearly as much.
And before I forget, I hate people who get over in front of you when you are using the passing lane, then they don't bother to pass anybody. They just keep going the same speed they were doing. It's like they think they're doing you a favor or something, by forcing you to slow down. I saw the perfect (non-vulgar) phrase for people like this - Left Lane Vigilantes.
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And I hate that there's a Madame Tussaud's wax model of Brad and Aneglina's baby. It's a FREAKIN BABY! Make a model of it when it's cured cancer, or at least when it can tie it's own shoes! AAARGH!!
I saw that on the internet. CREEPY isn't adequate enough to describe that.
And that leads me to something else. I hate it when these a!~#!&# celebrities have children, then the media (along with far too many FANatics) act like these kids are fraggin royalty or something. It happens all the time now. That evil hag Gwyneth Paltrow, Tom Cruise, Pitt and Jolie....To quote kahoolin, "AAARGH!"
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I hate that my parents stripped all creative ideas out of me. I had artist talent "what can you do with that? That isn't a real job.". I had musical talent "There are a million people doing that, what makes you think that could be a job?". Every dream I had you F*&%ers stomped out of me!!!
15 years later I see the value those dreams I have/had, and now I need to rebuild talents that were left to wither!! It's not like riding a bike, I need to rebuild the techniques for Drawing. I have atrophied due to the need you instilled in me to "grow up" and take care of business!! F*&k you!! Take care of your own business you f*&%ing hypocrites!! Sheltered me and then threw me to the wolves!! F*@k you two, I survived and thrived. "Why are you such a hard-*ss, son? We didn't raise you that way.". I want my innocence back! I hate being damaged!! Thank god I found someone who sees the child buried beneath the armor that I forged to protect my soul!!
You always wondered why "Dyers Eve" was one of my favorite songs ever.....
Dyers Eve by Metallica
"Dear Mother
Dear Father
What is this hell you have put me through
Believer
Deceiver
Day in day out live my life through you
Pushed onto me what's wrong or right
Hidden from this thing that they call life
Dear Mother
Dear Father
Every thought I'd think you'd disapprove
Curator
Dictator
Always censoring my every move
Children are seen but are not heard
Tear out everything inspired
Innocence
Torn from me without your shelter
Barred reality
I'm living blindly
Dear Mother
Dear Father
Time has frozen still what's left to be
Hear nothing
Say nothing
Cannot face the fact I think for me
No guarantee, it's life as is
But damn you for not giving me my chance
Dear Mother
Dear Father
You've clipped my wings before I learned to fly
Unspoiled Unspoken
I've outgrown that f*@king lullaby
Same thing I've always heard from you
Do as I say not as I do
Innocence
Torn from me without your shelter
Barred reality
I'm living blindly
I'm in hell without you
Cannot cope without you two
Shocked at the world that I see
Innocent victim please rescue me
Dear Mother
Dear Father
Hidden in your world you've made for me
I'm seething
I'm bleeding
Ripping wounds in me that never heal
Undying spite I feel for you
Living out this hell you always knew!"
Undying spite........well said. The wounds still bleed. The scars never fade. The innocent one inside me cries and writhes in pain.
FH (sorry everyone, but I really needed that.)
Amen to that, my kindred spirit.
"Write? You want to write? How are you going to eat? If you change your major from engineering to English you can kiss our support good-bye..."
--Fang
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That's cold.
'Cept, my daddy was a music major and didn't make a lick of money, so I kinda' looked at things the other way around.
And I can write some, who knows what I could pull off if I actually worked at it, and I can draw some.
But any time I try to do any writing, I turn into this tedious butt I don't even want to be around. I'm like Stan Getz, except Stan Getz could get away with it, on accounta him being Stan Getz and all.
Yeah, I hear that. It's really hard to get into my writing when the kids are around (like ALL summer), cuz I get so deep into it that I'm not really here anymore...they don't really understand that yet. What really kills my dad is that I went and got the engineering degree, but I'm not using it. I'm home with the kids. My other half (high school educated--"If you move in with that bum, you'll never hear from us again!"--but that's another story) now makes more as a self-taught network engineer than I ever could with my degree...
So here's to all that "parental support"...
I just hope I don't screw up my kids half as bad as they tried to screw me up!
--Fang
I hate that due to scheduling constraints the best AD&D group I've EVER been in is evaporating without so much as a accompanying sound of a wet fart. Realisticly its probably already kaputski, and I'm in denial, but when you're faced with a group restructuring that causes 2 or 3 people to be disincluded, its probably better to just let it die, or they'll be feelings hurt.
I hate the fact that despite having a degree in Asian/Pacific Studies with a minor in English, I'm in Florida, which is about as far away from Japan (my focus) as I can manage, after having lived much of my life in Los Angeles, where it seemed every fourth person was from Asia.
I hate the fact that after 16 years of studies, a degree in the lore of the nation I love (earned in 3 of those 16 years), I got to spend all of 6 months teaching English in Japan before I went bankrupt and had to move to the aforementioned Florida, where my degree is useless and I am working as an event coordinator because I once organized a convention for gaming.
I hate the fact that despite being able to actually afford a home here, the quality of the home is low, the price I paid for it is astronomical compared to the people who've lived here for more than four years (I bought last year), and I can't afford to actually do anything to make my home nicer (talk about house-poor).
I hate the fact that the larger the group of players you have, the more regularly your game will be interrupted for personal events, family issues, work-related nights and other things you simply can't avoid. I'll stick to three players (one of whom is my wife) so as to get rid of as much of that as possible, thank you.
I hate the fact that my wife is smarter than most of the people in her office, but doesn't have a degree, so she's stuck making 1/3rd what those people with degrees make. They can't even fix the damned COPY MACHINE, but they can build a house??
I hate the fact that my boss doesn't take into consideration the fact that I've made more than $100,000 for the association I work for this year, but when I need a week off for a family emergency, I can't get paid and am now having to drive my wife's car because my Mustang GT that I just bought eats too damned much gas at $3.00 a gallon to drive it to work and back.
I hate that gas is costing $3.00 a gallon, while the major oil companies are announcing world-record-breaking profits.
I hate that war kills more innocents than soldiers. At least the soldiers knew what they were getting into.
I hate bureaucracy. Florida desperately needs English teachers, but they've got a system that takes nearly a full year to be authorized to become an English teacher (which, by the way, pays more than I get paid now, after two years of making tons of money for a non-profit association). In California, you passed a single test and you could start working. In Florida, which is DESPERATE for teachers (now I see why), there's a series of tests, an administrative fee (so you can get a job they're desperate to fill?), and a lot of waiting time...
I hate the fact that the real world is keeping me from being able to buy all the books that everyone around me is buying so I can at least see what their characters can do before they throw them into my game. I hate that I've had to instigate a rule that, "if I haven't seen it, you can't play it," just so my games aren't so badly upset by new variants I'm not even AWARE of get in...
I hate feeling guilty when I rant.
Syrinx
I hate feeling guilty when I rant.
Don't! Better that you rant now, in a neutral area, before it gets all built up and you rant at the wrong place & time (like work). :D
Amen to that, my kindred spirit.
"Write? You want to write? How are you going to eat? If you change your major from engineering to English you can kiss our support good-bye..."--Fang
Fang and Fake Healer, this bud's for you. I had to go through that too, there are still marks on the wall of my room from the huge arguement I got into my mother with when I said I was going to go for a degree in english. She said the exact same thing Fang's parents said, and even went so far as to make me practice packing a bag. It (#)@!* me off royal, so far to the point that I changed my major from Chemistry to Psychology, and went on to get my B.A. I'm pursuing my (scandalous!) dream of becoming a therapist in the field of human sexuality, I write creatively on my own, game weekly and NEVER CALL HOME. ::chug::
All right, since we took a moment (again) to derivate into some serious family rants, I've got one, too, that I need to get off my chest.
I'm adopted. I've always known that. Once, when I was about seven, I heard I might have a biological brother, and my interest has been piqued ever since. Two years ago to this day, I met with my birth family for the first time. I met my brother, and a sister that I had never known about. We instantly bonded and are pretty close now, given that we live 600 miles apart and have only known each other for the aforementioned two years. Whatevever feelings of fate and soul and spirit I had before have only been reinforced by all this, and I've met a slew of other great relatives that I'm proud to now call family.
But I hate my birth mother. She is a cold, sadistic, insane, unholy b**ch. My brother and sister and I are all actually half siblings to each other, with our birth mother as the common link. She has done such horrible things to the rest of her immediate family, and drug my brother and sister through so much sh** that I don't think I can ever forgive her. She hasn't been easy on me, either.
You think you can come into my life from hundreds of miles away and set yourself up as some new parent, ridiculing me for every percieved slight I make? For starters, I was 16 when we first met! I hardly need new parents at the time; I'm becoming more and more independent. Second, the aforementioned 600 mile separation. And third, my mother is dead, you shrew! I had to sit and watch her with and die from cancer when I was 14. I'm not looking for a replacement. I still love her dearly, and to try and fill that slot in my life again would be sacrilige to her memory. But do you ever listen or give a moment's thought to the fact that I'm a freaking human being with emotions and ideas of my own? NO!
You think I'm some type of lying, cheating, stealing, backstabbing bas****, but that only describes you. The only address I've got is 666, Cold Witch Lane, Hell. And you don't think that by this point, your own sister hasn't told me of the horrible things you've done to everyone around you? Who's the one with the problems? The one with a string of broken relationships and so many skeletons in her closet that she can't see past them for the world! That's you, I'm talking about, Mommy Dearest, and I say that with the utmost sarcasm.
If I'm such a problem, how come everyone else in my life, from teachers to aunts and uncles to people I even just briefly meet and talk to, have glowing recommendations and things to say about my spirit, my intellect, and my attitude towards life and humanity? Of course, I've laid myself bare before you more times than I can count, hoping beyond reason that you would change your mind and realize the mistake you made, but did you ever take the time to see what was right in front of you? Never.
I hate that I hate you. Before I met you, there was no one in my life, no circumstance that could evoke such feelings from me; you have corrupted me in a way that cannot be undone. The next time I want to see you is when you lie on your deathbed, so I can tell you what a waste your life has been.
I pray to whatever powers may be that my brother and sister somehow survive your onslaught of neglect and insanity and come out all right, and that whatever damage you do to them is capable of being undone by the rest of their loving family. You use them as a shield, promising visitation and privileges with them to get what you want, trying to weave webs of deception, and every word you breath is a poisoned barb of lies. Luckily for the rest of us, you're too stupid to pull it off right, and your impenetrable shield is a wall of glass, and every time it cracks, you just run and try to find some new life, burning bridges yet somehow, stupidly on your part, keeping contact with your old life.
My only solace from the fact that half of my blood and DNA is yours, is that fact that none of my mind and soul is in any way related to you. All of that came from my parents, the ones you gave me to when you did the one and only kind act for me in your life. I'd at least thank you for choosing the parents you did, my true parents, who love and guide me in any direction I wish to go, exemplars of what parents should be. But, I don't think you really thought about that. More reason to believe in fate.
There are so many songs to quote about you, but I think the lines that best describe the situation come from Dylan's Idiot Wind:
"You hurt the ones that I love most,
And cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch,
Flies buzzing around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle."
I needed to get that out of my system.
I hate the poor script-writing in wrestling…
Preach it. I hate when ECW becomes WWECW. I hate TNA becoming WCW Redux, and I hate ridiculous storylines about pregnancies, ass-kissing and May 19.
All right, since we took a moment (again) to derivate into some serious family rants...
Ah, yes. Fam-damnily. I imagine quite a few of us have rantage aplenty about family.
Speaking of, I have never really gotten along with my stepmother. Just haven't. It's quite likely due to the fact that her and my father married when I was 16, so I wasn't looking for a new mother-figure in my life. My father asked me if I was going to call my stepmother "Mom." I gave him a look (the "WTF?" look) and said "No. She's not my mother."
He got pissed, but, you know, I can't call her my mother. She's not. Never will be. My mother is alive and well, and completely missed out on my brother and I growing up because we were overseas for most of that growing up, and it's not like you can just hop on a plane every other week to see your kids (ok, it's possible, if you're a freakin' millionaire). No way in hell I would add insult to injury by calling somebody else "Mom."
Fang and Fake Healer, this bud's for you. I had to go through that too, there are still marks on the wall of my room from the huge arguement I got into my mother with when I said I was going to go for a degree in english. She said the exact same thing Fang's parents said, and even went so far as to make me practice packing a bag. It (#)@!* me off royal, so far to the point that I changed my major from Chemistry to Psychology, and went on to get my B.A. I'm pursuing my (scandalous!) dream of becoming a therapist in the field of human sexuality, I write creatively on my own, game weekly and NEVER CALL HOME. ::chug::Amen to that, my kindred spirit.
"Write? You want to write? How are you going to eat? If you change your major from engineering to English you can kiss our support good-bye..."--Fang
*lifts icy cold bud to lips and takes a long drink, wipes mouth on sleeve and grins happily*
Thanks, man! It's nice to know I'm not the only one who grew up under the cold light of constant parental disapproval...and nice to know I'm not the only one who survived it!--Fang
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Why does it seem to me everybody waits until a problem is fubar before they fix it? And...when I point it out, everyone calls me a pessimist or a Cassandra? Then I end up fixing it anyway?
Why why why? Why can't somebody else fix it once?
I tried to let them wallow in their own innanity but it always ends up me.
Meh...job security.
I hate that gas costs $3.62/ gallon? I hate that I must drive to the other side of the island to find surf this time of year.
I hate that the beach down the road is closed, bringing all the crazies that hung out thier the beach by my work. I hate that people expect me to police the place. That just sucks.
I hate the fact I have raised more money in one event than my board of directors could do in the past two years. They suck, I rock (yes I have a big ego). I hate the fact that I took s@#t for not envolving them in the event. I was busy making sure that the thing would happen, I had no time to hunt them down and get them involved, they knew what was happening and how to get a hold of me. Get involved or get out of my way. What?
I hate being obssesive? It has gotten things i have wanted, but it also gets me in trouble, takes a lot of energy and puts me through some s#$t.
any complaints call 1 800 ainokea.
WHAT!
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I hate that it is 103 outside. This is with humidity so it feels like 112-115. It will be like this most of the week.
I hate that mosquitos have decided that I am the tastiest person in the area.
I hate the next rant that you will see here. It will be irrational, overly-emotional and poorly thought out.
I hate that you were right about the next rant!
I HATE STUFFF!!!
Truer words, spoken never.
I hate that my car decided to die on me.
I hate that my bank processed my deposit the day after I deposited it (and well before the cut-off date for that day) so I can't just rent a car until the next paycheck.
I hate that I have to write an email to Phil tonight saying I can't make it to Gen Con.
Other than that, I'm doing pretty well. :)
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I hate that most drivers(in and around Dallas,TX)...
...don't bother to signal until they've already changed lanes (if they signal at all).
...don't bother to wave 'thanks' when someone slows down to let them in.
...don't pretend to be sorry or even acknowledge the other driver when they cut them off or almost hit them changing lanes (because they weren't signaling/weren't paying attention/just don't care)
...can't put down their F*****g cell phones while they're driving!
I lie not to you, when I say....Tampa was worse!!!
I hate that most drivers(in and around Dallas,TX)...
...don't bother to signal until they've already changed lanes (if they signal at all).
Signalling is a sign of weakness to be exploited by other drivers who speed up to cut off your lame attempt at defensive driving.
...don't bother to wave 'thanks' when someone slows down to let them in.
Do you honestly think they even noticed you slowing down? If you did slow down, it was only to give them their sovereign space, which you should have been respecting to begin with....
...don't pretend to be sorry or even acknowledge the other driver when they cut them off or almost hit them changing lanes (because they weren't signaling/weren't paying attention/just don't care)
Again, there are few drivers anywhere with the ranks in "spot" to be able to accomplish this....heck, these people would need to make a DC10 Knowledge (The Planes) check to even realize they were on Planet Earth.
...can't put down their F*****g cell phones while they're driving!
Hey, they're practicing to be cops. Dallas PD is recruiting heavily....if they're chompin' donuts, talking on the cellphone, steering with their knee while staring at a mobile data terminal screen...they're HIRED!
(Case in point--if anyone saw the pursuit of the 18 wheeler by Dallas PD swat on Channel 8 news in Dallas a few weeks ago--please note that the DPD swat guys are talking on their cellphones with their legs dangling out of the armored vehicle while pursuing an armed suspect down I-20....admittedly, it was a 25 mph pursuit, but that's "chillin' under fire."
Just kidding, Chazter...my wife and I drive to Dallas from El Paso 4-6 times a year. Driving in Dallas is so relaxing.... ;)
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Just kidding, Chazter...my wife and I drive to Dallas from El Paso 4-6 times a year. Driving in Dallas is so relaxing.... ;)
Oh, yeah. It's like a trip to the day spa.
Seriously, though, I can feel the road rage sliding out of my body in palpable gobs.This rant thread is soooooooo therapeutic.
The BEST driving is in Texas during or immediately after rain.
The BEST driving is in Texas during or immediately after rain.
Yep, yesterday El Paso got 7.5" of rain on the westside of town. Our annual rainfall is 8" average.
Check out this video taken about 4 blocks from my house. Bet that truck's driver was just oozing relaxation, huh?
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The BEST driving is in Texas during or immediately after rain.
Yep, yesterday El Paso got 7.5" of rain on the westside of town. Our annual rainfall is 8" average.
Check out this video taken about 4 blocks from my house. Bet that truck's driver was just oozing relaxation, huh?
That's so jacked up for soooooo many reasons.
Feast or famine.I think it rained here, a month ago, for three minutes.
The rain god of the Texans is a warped innyvijul.
ROFLMAO!! Ah, yes, how well I remember Texas, rain, and drivers. (My mom was a test driver in San Antonio, used to do a route from SA to Uvalde. She had quite a few horror stories to share when she got home.)
"Everybody hit their idiot buttons, it's rainin'! We gotta drive faster!"
Like that will make the rain go away, right? Replace "rain" with "snow" and you've got Central Oregon.
F2K, hope all is well in your neck of the woods! I know what havoc those flash floods can cause. :)
~sigh~ I was going to rant, but then I decided agaist it. ~grins~ After all, I whine enough as it is to my friends here.
F2K, hope all is well in your neck of the woods! I know what havoc those flash floods can cause. :)
Yep, we're good...the only damage was to my landscaping. I worked a 14 hour day in patrol (all personnel go into emergency mode)....it's nothing compared to the places that get hit with "real" bad weather: tornadoes, hurricanes, etc. -- now those people have my sympathy.
Overall, we've got several hundred homes ruined with no insurance (flood insurance only covers "rising" waters, so even if you have flood insurance, it's no good vs. flash floods), but the community is pulling together very well... and no fatalities and no serious injuries (except to the police and fire department's overtime budget, LOL)
I think it rained here, a month ago, for three minutes.
The rain god of the Texans is a warped innyvijul.
What sucks is that my sister-in-law (Terranza on these boards) lives 1 mile from the reservoir that feeds water to El Paso and surrounding areas (Elephant Butte) and she got 0.5" of rain. So, basically, even though we got 7.5" of rain, our water reserves remain at emergency levels.
Does that qualify as a rant?
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Yeah, Texas does have some (ninja) squirrelly rain patterns. Here in Killeen, it's splotchy like I've never seen before. I think the Rain God rolls percentiles for each individual block. Seriously, it's like filling in a Battleship grid, only replace hit and miss with no rain and rain.
I'm just not ranting right now because, despite it being pretty warm out there, we here in CenTex are actually a bit cooler (not much, but some) than most of the rest of the country. C'est la vie.
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"Everybody hit their idiot buttons, it's rainin'! We gotta drive faster!"
Like that will make the rain go away, right? Replace "rain" with "snow" and you've got Central Oregon.
Here in Philly it seems to be the exact opposite. As soon as one little drop of rain hits a windshield everybody ssslllooowwwsss tttooo aa ccrraawwll....I mean, I understand driving safely in the rain, but we'd be going so slow it felt like moving backwards. AAARRRGGHHH!
Here in Philly it seems to be the exact opposite. As soon as one little drop of rain hits a windshield everybody ssslllooowwwsss tttooo aa ccrraawwll....I mean, I understand driving safely in the rain, but we'd be going so slow it felt like moving backwards. AAARRRGGHHH!"Everybody hit their idiot buttons, it's rainin'! We gotta drive faster!"
Like that will make the rain go away, right? Replace "rain" with "snow" and you've got Central Oregon.
New York is quite similar, Aberzombie- rain makes green lights turn red, red lights turn green, and yellow lights...fascinating. People just stop and stare at them until the change into another color.
I hate that the media these days always refers to obvious criminals - those caught in the act on security cameras or police dash cams in the footage we see on tv every day - as 'suspects' rather than perpetrators. I mean, there they are on tv breaking the law for the world to see. If that's not proof beyond reasonable doubt, nothing is.
As long as the proceedure that lead to the existence of the tape are good, you have a difficult to impeach person to bring the tape into evidence through AND the chain of evidence is good, it's great stuff to have. Otherwise, it may be proof, but since it isn't good evidence, a jury will never see it.
Now it is FANSTASTIC stuff to leverage a fast plea bargin.
I hate that most drivers(in and around Dallas,TX)...
I think that happens everywhere.
However, to make you feel better, I just got back from bad driving ground zero: Italy.
No one follows signs, or lines, they dont try to signal or merge correctly, they will kill pedestrians, etc. Until you have seen the driving there, you cannto truly appreciate bad driving.
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I hate that the media these days always refers to obvious criminals - those caught in the act on security cameras or police dash cams in the footage we see on tv every day - as 'suspects' rather than perpetrators. I mean, there they are on tv breaking the law for the world to see. If that's not proof beyond reasonable doubt, nothing is.
Most of the media these days is about one of two things - entertainment or propaganda. It's kind of sad really, especially when their efforts give moral equivalency to fanatical thugs who don't think twice about destroying innocent lives.
And while I'm thinking about it - I hate that ABC is going to split this season of Lost - 6 episodes starting in October, then another 2.5 months (or thereabouts) until the remaining 17 episodes (and I imagine they'll split that up somehow). AAARRRGGGHHH!
I hate when you have been playing for years in the same group and that one guy who dosnt have books, dosent have dice, dosent even level up his own guy, dosent know your name!!!! He dosent even bring a f****** pin! Then takes mine and never gives it back.
I hate to DM because every body b***** at you because you didnt do it right or you didnt do it the way they think it shoulld be done, or they rolled a nautral 20 so they should be able to hide in the middle of the street from 100 guys and no where to hide. NO! YEAH RIGHT! i dont care what you roll!
I hate when no one roleplays
I hate when some one talks all day about there PC and you listen maybe talk with them about it, but then you try to do it and "oh yeah" is the only response you get
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I hate when no one roleplays
I've finally been pushed over the line in this regard...I love the group of people I game with -- they are great friends. And I know we're all still pretty new at this, but would it kill them to at least attempt to roleplay now and again?
Yesterday I invited one of them to a murder mystery I'm hosting next month (yeah! haven't done one of those in a couple of years), and he said, "I'll probably come. But I'm really not into roleplaying." :-o Why are you still playing with us?? I know a couple of people who would be willing to sacrifice an extremity in order to get into a DnD game. And I would be willing to help them, in order to get someone to actually roleplay with! Most of my RPing in-game earns comments like, "huh? what's the point?", from the other players. It's very demoralizing. Oh, for the chance to interact with PCs that have more than 2 dimensions.... *sniffle*
Most of my RPing in-game earns comments like, "huh? what's the point?", from the other players. It's very demoralizing.
Uhm... what's the point of playing the game at all? Have you tried asking them that? I mean, there are actually better uses of time than playing an RPG without the R and P. If they don't want to, that's fine, but get outside and play a sport, gamble on poker, engage in a video game, or something!
I game with a great group of friends that I've known for years, but sometimes things just drive me crazy about them. One PC plays a druid in the current campaign and a wizard in the last one and both of them barely did anything, to be quite honest. The wizard hid in the back and he often said,"I don't want to waste any spells, so I forfeit my turn." WHAT. Your gnome wizard has a crossbow for a reason, my young friend. Are you playing a coward with a crippling fear of failure or do you just not care? We've played a good couple of sessions with a new group of PCs, and his druid has barely cast a single spell. Is he waiting for the mood to be right? Does he want a neon sign to pop out of the wall and say,"Cast this spell now!" or does he just fail to grasp that spells are renewable resources? He plays his druid like a lousy fighter with a wolf tagging along. And if he had wanted to just smack people with a scimitar, why did he put one of his tens into Strength? Better yet, why didn't he just play a fighter?! Will not cast spells, will not get a ranged weapon and barely roleplays. Will not listen to my suggestions. Bought him his own PHB for his birthday, just so he could maybe brush up a little bit. But no. Doesn't consult it. Doesn't even think about preparing a spell list in advance. I give up. If he plays his character as an inept idiot, he will die like an inept idiot. And maybe he'll actually put some thought into what he really wants to play.
Another player is my best friend. But if I call him on a judgement beyond "you take this much damage", "you're paralyzed", "no, you don't get an attack of opportunity" he gets super defensive and has to argue with me about it. If one wishes to play a paladin, I kind of expect one to adhere to a code of conduct that doesn't include lying or vicious intimidation. Otherwise, what's the challenge? I can't enforce a non-combat repercussion without a ten minute arguement.
And they wonder why I get steamed towards the end of the session. Between too many hours at a summer job I hate and the pointless jackassery that sometimes goes on around that table, it's no wonder.
I think what D&D needs is a game mechanic that allows lower level monsters to still present a reasonable threat to higher level characters, especially in large numbers.
Page 154 of the 3.5 PHB: Aid Another.