Open Bar MMXIV^2: Solace of Quantum

[LMNO]

Ah.  As for myself,


TO THE SPORTS BAR!


For after-work drinks with some co-workers.


But after that...




O DANNY BOY, THE GAYS, THE GAYS ARE CALLING....

[Doktor Howl]

Thing is, for the first time since 2009, I'm doing it solo.

Should be good for a laugh.

[LMNO]

If you have the opportunity, pics would be a blessing.

[Doktor Howl]

If you have the opportunity, pics would be a blessing.

I'll give it a shot.  I might try to drag my buddy Franklin along to manage the pictures.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

For myself ill be hanging out with pickles tonight and playing trek trivia. I believe it was his girlfriends idea so we stop embarrassing her on facebook by talking about it. But of course thats the whole point of doing it.

[Sita]

I suck as a person

I have no soical empathy. That's not to say I have no empathy at all, if you break a leg or lose your house or your dog died I can totally understand how you feel. But when people start talking about friends and family (other than mom and dad), there is nothing for me to go on.

I've only ever had a passing friend, I'm an only child so never had the sibling thing, me and my cousins have never been close. The most interaction with people I've ever had was online, and as anyone can tell you that isn't a hell of lot even after 15 years.

I go to respond to things and can never do so without turning it into a "look at me! see how horrible I have it!" which leads to not posting because I don't know how to word things any other way. I never know how.

And even this post is a pity me post (please don't) but I felt the need to get it out somewhere. My emo moment, I guess. Hopefully it will get buried in this thread.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

I suck as a person

I have no soical empathy. That's not to say I have no empathy at all, if you break a leg or lose your house or your dog died I can totally understand how you feel. But when people start talking about friends and family (other than mom and dad), there is nothing for me to go on.

I've only ever had a passing friend, I'm an only child so never had the sibling thing, me and my cousins have never been close. The most interaction with people I've ever had was online, and as anyone can tell you that isn't a hell of lot even after 15 years.

I go to respond to things and can never do so without turning it into a "look at me! see how horrible I have it!" which leads to not posting because I don't know how to word things any other way. I never know how.

And even this post is a pity me post (please don't) but I felt the need to get it out somewhere. My emo moment, I guess. Hopefully it will get buried in this thread.

Not having social empathy doesn't make you suck as a person. It makes you isolated. Which can be lonely. Everyone is entitled to their moments of pity now and then. We all having feelings, after all.

[Cain]

Hahahaha.

Guess who can operate a keyboard and has to be up at 7am tomorrow to make sure several students make it to their exams?  This guy.

*dies*

[Salty]

Hahahaha.

Guess who can operate a keyboard and has to be up at 7am tomorrow to make sure several students make it to their exams?  This guy.

*dies*

The universe is a cruel motherfucker.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I got rejected for donating blood because my blood pressure is too high. 

WELCOME TO THE CLUB!
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Yeah it sucks.

I also have to give a presentation today, in 50 minutes to be exact, and I really don't want to. Am considering bailing and going for a bike ride instead.

I thought you were done with school?

Just classes. Last mandatory class was Wednesday, last actual class was yesterday, and finals are Monday and Tuesday except for one stupid paper that I think I have until next Sunday to turn in.

Today's presentation was not for any of those, however, but for my internship program. Orientation is on the 17th, training starts the 19th, I start at the internship on the 28th.

For me, there is no "stop", just "less go". 

Another reason I need to get into much better shape: I don't think I'm going to survive this if I don't. Literally.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

What I still don't understand about the blood pressure thing is, if my blood pressure is too high, won't letting some out help?

Works with tires.

[Suu]

The Northeast is getting weather.

Again.

Another fucking tropical system bypasses my parents and comes right for me. They're starting to think this is funny. My leaking roof, however...

I told the landlord that the roof was still dripping, so he sends his guys over today, and they RIP OPEN MY BEDROOM CEILING to find the leak, and then go into the attic to tar (yes, tar during a feederband of a tropical storm) the hole. Then, they put plastic bags over my icky tar hole. Wet tar. Wet tar that is now dripping down my wall, and there is still water coming in. Navyguy poked a hole in the bag to allow the water to drip out into a bucket. Best we can do until the skies clear Sunday and wait a few days for my building to dry out.

Nothing that we own got ruined but a tarp (glad I keep a couple of those laying around. Part of camping life and being crazy-prepared East Coast) and maybe one or two towels. Still. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Still not as bad as the last apartment, though. At least they are TRYING to fix this mess, which is courtesy of Hurricane Sandy, and not really building negligence.

[Suu]

Also, I have now beaten all blog records I previously had, because today I wrote about penises.

http://annasrome.com/2013/06/07/the-phallus-fallacy/

[Left]

What I still don't understand about the blood pressure thing is, if my blood pressure is too high, won't letting some out help?

Works with tires.

Temporarily...not sure how long.
Donate blood?
Order a cannula?

...If you've got any supermarkets that sell dandelion greens, or know of safe places to pick them, they are a fairly good diuretic. 
Personally I'd get some gub'mint pills though-I hope you can do that.

We like your brain the way it is, and don't want you poppin' blood vessels.

I told the landlord that the roof was still dripping, so he sends his guys over today, and they RIP OPEN MY BEDROOM CEILING to find the leak, and then go into the attic to tar (yes, tar during a feederband of a tropical storm) the hole. Then, they put plastic bags over my icky tar hole. Wet tar. Wet tar that is now dripping down my wall, and there is still water coming in. Navyguy poked a hole in the bag to allow the water to drip out into a bucket.

My sympathies...Yeesh.
They should have just tarped the hole and then put some heavy object, like cinderblocks, on the tarp to anchor it.  I saw a lot of roofs with that arrangement after Ike.
...Apparently after hurricane Ike, some Galveston folks were selling t-shirts that said "I was blown by Ike, then fucked by FEMA...

[Suu]

I wasn't fucked by FEMA, we had no idea the damage was there until after it stopped snowing and all the water melted into my roof. We've been fighting with the leak since March now. At least they know where it is now, but they shouldn't have tried to patch it with 40mph winds coming tonight. I'm just waiting for the fucking bag to burst and throw tar and water everywhere in the bedroom.

...Still not as bad as the last apartment.

-Suu
Ask me about Providence's building codes. I'm sure they don't exist.