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A few of the guys (Americans) I game with called it “A good result.” All I could respond with was a heavy sigh.

At least they haven’t been spouting the usual mysogynistic BS in my presence, unlike my last group. They were outright partying, and they aren’t even American!

ASKA, Satisfactory, and No Man’s Sky. Occasionally a bit of Pax Dei thrown in in case my building scratch is itchy.

There was a place like this in Vancouver, no idea if it is still there.

The Elbow Room. “Food and service is our name, abuse is our game!”

One of our group asked for water, he got told his legs worked and he could get it himself. The food was amazing, although we did get told off for not finishing our plate.

Moving the fireworks to when the sun is high in the sky will be a hard sell, no one can see them and everyone will complain, daysider and nightsider.

Tell the markets to stay open past noon or the shopping centres to stay open later than five. Late night shopping where I live is six pm. Weekend shopping? Four pm, unless the shop randomly decides to close at two. I’ve lost count how often I have rocked up to a store, and hour before closing, to find out they closed early so they could go enjoy the sun.

Seriously, I hate that if I keep to my normal sleep schedule (and this avoids insomnia and being sick all the time), I have a two hour window on most days to get things done. That two hours is from the moment I wake until shops close, not including the normal wake up stuff like showering, or eating. It also doesn’t include travel time, and I live in a sprawl where everything is a half hour away. I’d love to support the farmers markets, or browse the local markets and fairs. They are closing when I arrive, and I’ve already sacrificed sleep to try and attend.

Hopefully through their buttholes, not through their fingers and mouths.

I have ended every session of Sea of Thieves by setting my ship on fire.

I still feel bad for the two guys who were laughing as my ship burned (while on my ship) when the gunpowder kegs exploded and killed us all.

But only a little bad. They knew things would explode eventually, I was carrying a keg of gunpowder, and my ship was on fire!

Cure for me - in my arse.

A male staff member was yelling at and berating a female for god knows what. She was trying to get away from him, and he’d followed her around the office down the stairs and into the washroom.

She was the manager’s fiancee, and there were three witnesses. We were honestly worried for her safety and the receptionist was about to call 911.

Consequences for the abusive minidicked coworker? NONE.

Again?

And here I thought it was to look fabulous with silver hair and having no more fucks to give when dealing with morons like JD Futon.

(And to have a cat)

Not afraid of heights.

The sudden stop at the bottom, OTOH…

Once upon the SteelSeries keyboards were pretty good, I had a split one that I swore I’d use forever. One day a windows update flagged the driver as suspicious, and I was left with a keyboard that clicked and clicked but did nothing. MS support said it was up to SteelSeries to update their drivers, and SteelSeries basically told me to get fucked.

I don’t want pretty lights on my keyboard. I want all the keys in the wrong spots so people who don’t touch type have an aneurysm when they use my computer.

They could have brought about world peace to, but they had to wake the 11am friend.

What I wouldn’t give to be somewhere where stores don’t close down while the sun is still up. This is a capital city, even.

6am friends could have also brought about world peace, but no, they had to wake up the 11am friend.

Shower the horse, ya bum.

(Ciao adios - Anne Marie)

I’ve done this. Don’t recommend it, but it’s great to point at when telling people not to wake me.

I want to punch whoever thinks being a shifted sleeper (4am-noon or 6am-2pm in my case) is a bad thing. I had a job that loved me for taking all the late shifts that my age cohort didn’t want so they could have a social life. I just didn’t want to have to wake before noon. :D

If I try (and fail) to keep social hours, aka business hours, I have to contend with severe insomnia (in bed by midnight, awake til sunup), or I just don’t sleep. Either is bad for me, my health, and the sanity for those around me.

Where I live, most things are finished by noon, and stores close at 4 on the weekend. Late night shopping means open til maybe 7pm on a Friday. (I miss my home city/country. Weekend hours til 6pm, late night (open til 9pm) three nights a week. Moving here was like going back in time forty years.)

Grr Argh and stuff.

My big bowl broke in a move. Still have the plates and smaller bowls. Not sure where the mugs ended up. [Edit to add: Got them in Canada. Haven’t seen any in Australia.]