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I love that my parents have fallen in love with Pathfinder. We took a trip up to the Reaper Game Store today (as in Reaper Miniatures), and they dropped $200 on minis without batting an eye. It was their idea.
We were clothed during the trip. I don't think they would've let us in otherwise.
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I'd say be careful what you're wagging...
I'm not ADVOCATING it.
I'm just saying, none of us should exactly be quick to make the finger-wag of judgement.
This is FaWtL, sir.
Being careful with what you're wagging goes against pretty much everything we stand for.
If we happen to be sober enough that is.
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I am just waking up from a dream in which the Paizo.com messageboards were aflame due to someone(I'm not sure who) discovering that I had a torrid affair going on with Treppa. The world went mad at the revelation of this news, and I became a pariah overnight, as it somehow was decided that I seduced her somehow? There were entire topics dedicated to this and how much of a lothario I was, although your friend and mine Celestial Healer, made a lengthy post about how he was still, and would always be, my friend. I made a post that sorta kinda explained things, maybe? I know I said something about leaving Treppa alone, and that it was okay to be mad at me but that she was blameless. But I am not sure what the details of that post were because it was decided that I needed to go into exile. I got onto a double decker Greyhound bus that had a VERY long line, and eventually I paid for my ticket. I tried to get a seat at the bottom level, but there were already people going upstairs because it was full, and so, upstairs I went. But this is where things get stranger- apparently upstairs was all private rooms with double beds and mini fridges. I start to set up my room when some...imp of some kind? starts playing pranks on me, claiming to be my roommate, and blowing balloons up everywhere and popping them for fun. This is beyond irritating, and so I go into the mini fridge to get refreshments. It turns out its full of old mexi-cokes and other sodas, and both I and the imp get excited by this, and we cease hostilities to enjoy rare sodas. We discover that the sodas not only have been already opened, but have been filled with water, some of which was drank already. At this point the imp and I look at each other infuriated. What kind of monster DOES this?
Then I woke up.
Last night seems to have been the night for odd dreams.
I trained myself by and large not to remember my dreams, because when you have PTSD, they can be really [vulgar expletive redacted] disturbing.
But sometimes when I'm extremely exhausted, I lower my guard and some creep through.
Last night's was weird.
I was out front of a pub/tattoo parlor with patio tables, contemplating getting a drink, because it was a nice day. It was apparently a slow day for ink, because one of the artists came out to say, "no waiting, ma'am, live a little, get your first tattoo!"
I told him I'd already had my first, long ago, and he probably wouldn't be able to faithfully render what I wanted because it was a bit complex.
He bristled at this and demanded I explain.
I said I'd had a dream that I was standing with a friend on an observation platform--the kind with the big standing binoculars you put a coin into--on a cliff on the edge of a wide, pristine bay. There were dolphins playing in the surf. I was watching them. I drew the pouch with my tarot pack out of my handbag and did the daily one-card draw for contemplation and came up with the "four of diamonds" (yes, it was a four of diamonds like in a playing card pack, which in no way resembles my actual tarot deck, but diamonds correspond to pentacles, so four of pentacles). The image on the card was four dolphins leaping out of the water together in formation, like a living sculpture, with the motto, "So long and thanks for all the fish" in script at the bottom. I pointed to the V of my right hand between my thumb and my index finger and said, "The dream made it clear that I need a rendering of that card right here. But I don't think you can do it."I looked it up after I woke this morning. Four of Pentacles frequently reads as possessiveness/hoarding/scarcity mindset. Which is kind of interesting/cool combined with the message on the card in the dream-within-a-dream.
And, no, I am not a fan of hand tattoos. I do have a tramp stamp of an art nouveau...
Whoa.
We cannot condone the having of affairs with other members of FaWtL, regardless of how long it has been since they have posted. Neither can we condone the use of whatever the f#$+ you took before bed in...
I really. really hate that people can have more fun with what you can find in a grocery store than I can while staying in the hospital....
I really. really hate that people can have more fun with what you can find in a grocery store than I can while staying in the hospital....We cannot condone the having of affairs with other members of FaWtL, regardless of how long it has been since they have posted. Neither can we condone the use of whatever the f#$+ you took before bed in...
How are you feeling?
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Freehold have you heard the good news? Firefly is coming back!
If you had sensed something like alderan exploding again it was probably that...
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How are you feeling?
Not in the hospital, but I am feeling that taking the dwarven liver feat and great fortitude was a bad idea...
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Freehold have you heard the good news? Firefly is coming back!
If you had sensed something like alderan exploding again it was probably that...
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.........
AFAIK Whedon isn't involved this time. I could be wrong...
AFAIK Whedon isn't involved this time. I could be wrong...
I'm sure he'll see some cash out of this.
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Freehold have you heard the good news? Firefly is coming back!
If you had sensed something like alderan exploding again it was probably that...
Big Norse Wolf gets cookies.
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Big Norse Wolf gets cookies.Freehold have you heard the good news? Firefly is coming back!
If you had sensed something like alderan exploding again it was probably that...
Cookies with rake icing on them, please.
Well, it's Monday and as far as I can tell, we're all still employed -- haven't heard a ghost of a whisper of anyone being gone.
Which, as I've said, is frustrating because *all* the company's financials are screaming, "Massive layoffs this quarter!", so it's just, "Sit there, do your job, hope you have a job tomorrow."
Not my favorite thing.
Well, it's Monday and as far as I can tell, we're all still employed -- haven't heard a ghost of a whisper of anyone being gone.
Which, as I've said, is frustrating because *all* the company's financials are screaming, "Massive layoffs this quarter!", so it's just, "Sit there, do your job, hope you have a job tomorrow."
Not my favorite thing.
damn.
Im glad you're okay, but still.
I'd say be careful what you're wagging...
I'm not ADVOCATING it.
I'm just saying, none of us should exactly be quick to make the finger-wag of judgement.This is FaWtL, sir.
Being careful with what you're wagging goes against pretty much everything we stand for.
If we happen to be sober enough that is.
Fine, fine, but I still say that the googly eye you stuck on the end was taking it too far
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Fine, fine, but I still say that the googly eye you stuck on the end was taking it too farI'd say be careful what you're wagging...
I'm not ADVOCATING it.
I'm just saying, none of us should exactly be quick to make the finger-wag of judgement.This is FaWtL, sir.
Being careful with what you're wagging goes against pretty much everything we stand for.
If we happen to be sober enough that is.
Crookshanks gets googly eyes in bulk, I had no other choice.
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I just had the epiphany that housecleaning and ninjitsu are one and the same: When you leave a room, all I want is to not be able to tell you were there in the first place.
Today's snow shift was 23 hours. I get 5 hours off before I have to go back in.
For the record, that's not plowing, my truck actually doesn't even have a plow, I do everything with a tiny ass toro blower, a shovel and music.
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Today's snow shift was 23 hours. I get 5 hours off before I have to go back in.
For the record, that's not plowing, my truck actually doesn't even have a plow, I do everything with a tiny ass toro blower, a shovel and music.
And, lo, did the captain rock so hard that, verily, yon snow did melt before him as though in awe of his sheer aura.
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Googly eyes are like glitter. That shit just shows up everywhere.Crookshanks gets googly eyes in bulk, I had no other choice.Fine, fine, but I still say that the googly eye you stuck on the end was taking it too farI'd say be careful what you're wagging...
I'm not ADVOCATING it.
I'm just saying, none of us should exactly be quick to make the finger-wag of judgement.This is FaWtL, sir.
Being careful with what you're wagging goes against pretty much everything we stand for.
If we happen to be sober enough that is.
She gets that in bulk too.
And, lo, did the captain rock so hard that, verily, yon snow did melt before him as though in awe of his sheer aura.Today's snow shift was 23 hours. I get 5 hours off before I have to go back in.
For the record, that's not plowing, my truck actually doesn't even have a plow, I do everything with a tiny ass toro blower, a shovel and music.
Considering the ground is no longer frozen that is pretty much what happened.
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Well, I thought i got my first fly in the apartment for the season but then it got caught by a spider, so problem averted.
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Last week I replaced a mailbox.
Yesterday, the App Guy knocked it over.
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Happy Saint Patrick's Day everyone!
I will be spending my day working instead of drinking, per Irish tradition.
HAPPY ST PATRICKS DAY
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Crookshanks gets googly eyes in bulk, I had no other choice.Fine, fine, but I still say that the googly eye you stuck on the end was taking it too farI'd say be careful what you're wagging...
I'm not ADVOCATING it.
I'm just saying, none of us should exactly be quick to make the finger-wag of judgement.This is FaWtL, sir.
Being careful with what you're wagging goes against pretty much everything we stand for.
If we happen to be sober enough that is.
Now I imagined Crookshanks smacking someone with a shovel that has a pair of googly eyes.
I just had the epiphany that housecleaning and ninjitsu are one and the same: When you leave a room, all I want is to not be able to tell you were there in the first place.
So, leave the mess untouched?
My housecleaning is ancient master tier ninjitsu then.
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Ah, the arrogance.
Typing up a mail to myself, I notice that the integrated AI show shows a hotkey: "TAB to improve".
I am impressed at the audacity. "Our AI can definitely write an email to you better than you can."
Have I mentioned how much I hate AI today?
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Getting dressed on St. Patrick's Day always reminds me how much I loathed this holiday as a kid.
My Depression-era parents gave me nothing but hand-me-downs from my older brother, and they preferred to buy darker shades to hide the dirt to reduce washing. Plus 1970s. Clothing with any trace of green on it was hard to come by. Plus, even as a shy child who could never self-advocate, I was a non-conformist. Why the h*** do I have to wear green just because everyone else does?
So I got pinched. A lot. So I hated St. Patrick's Day.
Another of my favorite things this morning:
NobodysHome: Hey, PM! The docs here aren't clear . Can you clarify?
PM: See the doc. .
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Green is my favorite color.
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Same~
(Technically it's teal, specifically a darker teal that's closer to the green end of the spectrum than the blue.)
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Getting dressed on St. Patrick's Day always reminds me how much I loathed this holiday as a kid.
My Depression-era parents gave me nothing but hand-me-downs from my older brother, and they preferred to buy darker shades to hide the dirt to reduce washing. Plus 1970s. Clothing with any trace of green on it was hard to come by. Plus, even as a shy child who could never self-advocate, I was a non-conformist. Why the h*** do I have to wear green just because everyone else does?
So I got pinched. A lot. So I hated St. Patrick's Day.
This reminds me of my own hatred for April 1st.
I don't enjoy pranks. I don't enjoy performing them, and I don't enjoy being subjected to them.
I'm sure there's some flavor of neurospiciness involved that results in or exacerbates my distaste for what is, essentially, an entire day dedicated to a disruption of the daily schedule by a series of what are usually poorly-performed jokes, small-scale lies, and annoying mini-assaults.
Of course, having two younger siblings meant that my disdain for the day made me an easy target, and my parents were not particularly sympathetic to my irritation, so that also contributed and essentially created a feedback loop of dislike.
Needless to say I do not bemoan the complete lack of April Fools' involvement in my life as an adult.
Getting dressed on St. Patrick's Day always reminds me how much I loathed this holiday as a kid.
My Depression-era parents gave me nothing but hand-me-downs from my older brother, and they preferred to buy darker shades to hide the dirt to reduce washing. Plus 1970s. Clothing with any trace of green on it was hard to come by. Plus, even as a shy child who could never self-advocate, I was a non-conformist. Why the h*** do I have to wear green just because everyone else does?
So I got pinched. A lot. So I hated St. Patrick's Day.
This reminds me of my own hatred for April 1st.
I don't enjoy pranks. I don't enjoy performing them, and I don't enjoy being subjected to them.
I'm sure there's some flavor of neurospiciness involved that results in or exacerbates my distaste for what is, essentially, an entire day dedicated to a disruption of the daily schedule by a series of what are usually poorly-performed jokes, small-scale lies, and annoying mini-assaults.
Of course, having two younger siblings meant that my disdain for the day made me an easy target, and my parents were not particularly sympathetic to my irritation, so that also contributed and essentially created a feedback loop of dislike.
Needless to say I do not bemoan the complete lack of April Fools' involvement in my life as an adult.
I enjoyed April Fool's for a small number of years when I was in incredible shape and my brother was still living with us, so I'd do things like move a heavy bookcase in front of his door so he couldn't get out of his room. He was too clever for us naughty people (he used his window for the day), so I gave up. The kids wanted to do April Fool's Day, but once you have kids you don't have time for that kind of nonsense.
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And another day of employment checked off. I'd stop posting about it, but I *do* look at the financial pages every day, and I *do* drill down on Global Megacorporation every day, and I *do* see Yet Another New Article About Impending Layoffs (YANAAIL, which is a weird word), so morale is not improving.
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And another day of employment checked off. I'd stop posting about it, but I *do* look at the financial pages every day, and I *do* drill down on Global Megacorporation every day, and I *do* see Yet Another New Article About Impending Layoffs (YANAAIL, which is a weird word), so morale is not improving.
Morale is not improving? Then beatings must continue.
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St. Patrick's Day was not a thing around here until somewhere past 2000s, when they started serving green beer in pubs...
Which had the exact vibrant color of Ludwik, the most popular dish washing detergent in Poland as long as I can remember, turning it into a sort of joke.
I hate april fools day myself, love Saint Patrick's Day because my grandma was Irish and my mom was short so she always implied she was a leprechaun.
But yup, all my clothing was green today. No, i don't care or bother people if they don't.
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I just had the epiphany that housecleaning and ninjitsu are one and the same: When you leave a room, all I want is to not be able to tell you were there in the first place.
I guess if a ninja enters the room, kills you, then leaves; it would free you from ever having to clean house again. Win?
Getting dressed on St. Patrick's Day always reminds me how much I loathed this holiday as a kid.
My Depression-era parents gave me nothing but hand-me-downs from my older brother, and they preferred to buy darker shades to hide the dirt to reduce washing. Plus 1970s. Clothing with any trace of green on it was hard to come by. Plus, even as a shy child who could never self-advocate, I was a non-conformist. Why the h*** do I have to wear green just because everyone else does?
So I got pinched. A lot. So I hated St. Patrick's Day.
This reminds me of my own hatred for April 1st.
I don't enjoy pranks. I don't enjoy performing them, and I don't enjoy being subjected to them.
I'm sure there's some flavor of neurospiciness involved that results in or exacerbates my distaste for what is, essentially, an entire day dedicated to a disruption of the daily schedule by a series of what are usually poorly-performed jokes, small-scale lies, and annoying mini-assaults.
Of course, having two younger siblings meant that my disdain for the day made me an easy target, and my parents were not particularly sympathetic to my irritation, so that also contributed and essentially created a feedback loop of dislike.
Needless to say I do not bemoan the complete lack of April Fools' involvement in my life as an adult.
Orthos?
YOU of all people, do not like pranks?
WHAAAAAAT?
Joking aside, cruel jokes and things that hurt people ARE NOT pranks, thats just outright abuse, and considering the complaints you have had about your family in the past, that sounds like its own level of hell.
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I enjoyed April Fool's for a small number of years when I was in incredible shape and my brother was still living with us, so I'd do things like move a heavy bookcase in front of his door so he couldn't get out of his room. He was too clever for us naughty people (he used his window for the day), so I gave up. The kids wanted to do April Fool's Day, but once you have kids you don't have time for that kind of nonsense.Getting dressed on St. Patrick's Day always reminds me how much I loathed this holiday as a kid.
My Depression-era parents gave me nothing but hand-me-downs from my older brother, and they preferred to buy darker shades to hide the dirt to reduce washing. Plus 1970s. Clothing with any trace of green on it was hard to come by. Plus, even as a shy child who could never self-advocate, I was a non-conformist. Why the h*** do I have to wear green just because everyone else does?
So I got pinched. A lot. So I hated St. Patrick's Day.
This reminds me of my own hatred for April 1st.
I don't enjoy pranks. I don't enjoy performing them, and I don't enjoy being subjected to them.
I'm sure there's some flavor of neurospiciness involved that results in or exacerbates my distaste for what is, essentially, an entire day dedicated to a disruption of the daily schedule by a series of what are usually poorly-performed jokes, small-scale lies, and annoying mini-assaults.
Of course, having two younger siblings meant that my disdain for the day made me an easy target, and my parents were not particularly sympathetic to my irritation, so that also contributed and essentially created a feedback loop of dislike.
Needless to say I do not bemoan the complete lack of April Fools' involvement in my life as an adult.
Dearest Father, I would like to take this time to display my personal record of ABSOLUTELY NO PRANKS pulled on you this entire time! I, your loving son, know you have no time for such tomfoolery!!!!
Well, craaaaaaaaaap...
I have a weekly 1-on-1 with my manager at 9:00 am on Wednesdays. The manager whose director let slip that, "Yeah, that writer will work with NobodysHome on that."
She's 8 minutes late (unheard of), showing as online (so no power outage), and unresponsive on Slack or Zoom.
Given the current layoff situation, this is... stressful.
EDIT:
The Good: She was just on fullscreen video and got distracted. VERY unusual, but no bad news.
The Bad: A co-workers of hers confirmed that yes, the layoffs are coming, yes, they're going to be "really, really bad", and the date will be March 31.
So at least now I know.
EDIT 2: Though as I was joking with my manager, since we're all pretty sure our entire division will be done, we should just take from now until the 31st off anyway. Our former director was on vacation during the last round of layoffs, and they called him on his vacation to let him know he was fired.
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Honestly, I think I'm a lot less worried than GothBard because of my life experience.
First tech job, aka the Best Job I Ever Had: Survived several rounds of layoffs during the Dot Bomb until they finally shut down our entire department... and promptly handed me over to a consulting organization with a top-notch recommendation so I could continue doing the same work. Because I didn't want to travel because the Impii were very young, it was practically a year off, with the layoff package, unemployment, and the occasional contracting gig managing to make ends meet. And it was quite possibly the happiest year of my life. It at least ranks right up there.
Second tech job: We got acquired and 80% of the department left either voluntarily or involuntarily. I was designated "mission-critical" and kept.
Third tech job: Survived many rounds of layoffs over the years at Global Megacorporation. At the end I was the only original member of the team remaining. They shut down our entire division: Individual contributors, managers, directors, and VP all gone. And I got an "except you" message. They took two months figuring out where to put me.
"Fourth" tech job: Still at Global Megacorporation, but now in a different group. A massive layoff cut half the group. As the new guy, I should have been cut. Yet again, I was too "mission-critical" and people significantly more senior than me in the department got cut.
Given that history, my prediction is that our entire 800-person division is going to get cut. And a handful of us are going to be kept on to manage the AI that's replacing everyone else. And I'm more than likely going to be invited to be one of those people.
We'll see...
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Gods, Morrigan is so damned smart it's scary. She got up onto the studio roof again. I came out. I set up the ladder and climbed up. She trotted over, jumped onto the pergola, walked over to me, and jumped into my hands. So I could not justify punishing her.
"Oh, I know you don't like it when I'm up here. So let me show you I'll come down whenever you want."
Cookies with rake icing on them, please.Big Norse Wolf gets cookies.Freehold have you heard the good news? Firefly is coming back!
If you had sensed something like alderan exploding again it was probably that...
ooo sticks! NOMNOMNOmnom
Happy Saint Patrick's Day everyone!
I will be spending my day working instead of drinking, per Irish tradition.
Why is that an or option?