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Liek a fish, Doktor?

Like an epileptic on Mexican speedballs.

I've been doing some reading online.

It is impossible to use the optical stunner to make someone shit themselves, unless they are pretty much straining to hold it in to begin with.

Which, of course, means we are limited to nailing people on the way out of an IHOP, and only when they have the all you can eat pancake thingie going.

So I guess it's a wash.  I'm still building it, though, because I want to see John the Bastard flop around.

Evil Roomie's Ex boyfriend, who happens to be a furry and a complete douche bag.

I think furries are cute.

Don't know why everyone on the interbuts are always so down on them. I mean, cmon, some of you people sport far more bizarre kinks than that. Soft target perhaps? (pun intended)

Douche bag's however, are not cute.

I've been told I'm cute, but I'm not sure whether to believe them or not. :P  Furries are just like anyone else (4channers, anime geeks, star trekkies, etc) - weird, abnormal, insane lovers of chaos.  Some are pretty cool people, some are complete morons and some are utter douche-bags.  And some you just want to hit upside the head with a two by four. :P  I tend to ignore the douche-bags and troll the shit out of the morons and weirdos myself. 

PROTIP: when trying to legitimize a subculture by saying they're "just like anyone else", your list of "anyone else" should not include 4channers, anime geeks, or trekkies, all of whom are laboring and failing to be considered human.

After hanging out with branding freaks and tapeworm fetishists, furries don't seem so bad.  Just a little silly.

fuck antidepressants. unless you have SEVERE depression (and I doubt you'd be unsure of that), they're likely to do way more harm than good. What's your diet like? In many cases, mild depression can be relieved or eliminated entirely by, you know, actually eating food that's GOOD for you and that your body is meant to eat rather than stuffing your face with overprocessed, sugar-filled, nutrient-free crap.

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Plus exercise.  mmmm endorphines. 

In all seriousness, this is the 169% correct motorcycle.

Combine both options: go to your psychiatrist out of your face on pills and carrying a firearm.

I am full of excellent advice.

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I'd be doing them a favor really.

http://www.thinkgeek.com/gadgets/electronic/755e/

TV-B-Gone works on 90% of TVs, and contains 209 shut-off codes. I figure if you find out what those codes are and make an IR setup to cycle the codes indefinitely (or just buy the remote and hack it), you'll have a simple and effective denial-of-service attack. Provided you hide the device well enough, they can prove nothing.

Oh, my.

Also, it's unidirectional. It only shuts down what you point it at: leaving you free to enjoy your TV whilst the neighbours rip their hair out trying to figure out why theirs turns off every 25 seconds or so.

Bonus: They decide the TV is faulty and buy a new one. They then proceed to place the new, expensive TV in the same place as the old one. Hilarity ensues.

You.

Are hired.

I just suggested going to a family doctor first because a lot of people have to get a referral before their medical insurance will pay for them to see a psychiatrist.  Of course, you should insist on seeing a psychiatrist before going on any medication.  

Sure...if you never plan on owning guns or needing a clearance.

You're talking about going to see a psychiatrist and being on meds at all, or insisting on seeing a psychiatrist before going on meds?  Does he want to own a gun or have a clearance later on in life?

I know from personal experience that you can be totally off your face on pills for years, and you will never have a problem owning or purchasing a firearm.  Go to a psychaitrist, and you're fucked.

Why limit your options?

I'd be doing them a favor really.

http://www.thinkgeek.com/gadgets/electronic/755e/

TV-B-Gone works on 90% of TVs, and contains 209 shut-off codes. I figure if you find out what those codes are and make an IR setup to cycle the codes indefinitely (or just buy the remote and hack it), you'll have a simple and effective denial-of-service attack. Provided you hide the device well enough, they can prove nothing.

Oh, my.

so.

after the whole "musical xmas lighting" debacle, the snitching to the landlord about our loud constant tv watching (we don't have one, and only watch downloads one night a week..), the snitching about the smell of cannabis* (the missus has a legit 215 and only smokes for honest to god medical reasons. does not even enjoy being stoned), the cats pissing on his porch (they don't piss where they sleep), the fact that we have cats (we had em before the leases were re-written by new owner, and she said it was cool to keep em) and the general fact that the dudes always nice and pleasant to us when we see him, means we now have an honst to god cold war.

And they just crossed the line, deliberately running all the hot water off, when they heard us take a shower. I know coz I heard em in the living room sniggering via eavesdropping.

I don't like being a twunt about this, but, I'm gonna.

Anyone have any ideas for low level bastardy?



*well, partly this could be me also, so .. dunno if that points valid or not.

1.  Have a loud party.  Post a lookout.  When the cops show up, have everyone get really quiet.  Do this a few times, and the cops will never respond to further complaints.  This frees you up for more fun.

2.  Return the favor with the shower.  In fact, since you share a water heater, turn the output valve off when you hear their shower running.  Wait 10 seconds, and turn it back on.  Pretend to know nothing about it.

3.  Buy some 8.5X11 crack-n-peel sticker paper, and print off a bumpersticker saying "cops are wussies", and put it on his back bumper.

4.  Tell the landlord, in passing, you saw the jackass walking into the apartment with a big bag full of pseudophedrine.  Wonder out loud what someone would be doing with pounds of pseudophed.

5.  Simply confront him, and ask him why he's a cunt.

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I refuse to take psychiatric medications, partly because I don't believe they all work, and partly because I've seen the damage they can do when they are over-prescribed or given for a mis-diagnosis.

My brother is severely ADHD, I watched Ritalin eat his emotions away and turn him into an obese, angry child.
My mother is bipolar and we have YET to find a prescription that balances her right.
A friend of mine was diagnosed with depression when she was 14 (wut, bad parenting ITT?) and is now stuck taking pills, because when she doesn't, she gets severe migraines.

It seems that antidepressants are so common now they can be handed out like candy to people who may have just be having a few down notes. Shit, I've been crying my eyes out for no reason at least once a week for a year and I still won't go see a shrink. I just deal with it. I'm in control of my own emotions, not some Big Pharma-fed Shrinkydink. I learned what makes me happy and force myself in that direction when I get down. There's nothing scientific about it.

That's a good point.  

But I like sitting in my office and feeling my bones melt.

There are other things you can take that aren't prescription to feel that.  

But I can't get fired for coming up hot on a piss test, if I have a prescription for what they find.

Plus, I don't like most highs.  Horrible synthetic valium, however, gives me that melty feeling I can normally only get from watching old Blondie videos.

It is not my place to criticize what two or more consenting adults do in the privacy of their own abattoir.

Well, yes, but it's the consent part.

I refuse to take psychiatric medications, partly because I don't believe they all work, and partly because I've seen the damage they can do when they are over-prescribed or given for a mis-diagnosis.

My brother is severely ADHD, I watched Ritalin eat his emotions away and turn him into an obese, angry child.
My mother is bipolar and we have YET to find a prescription that balances her right.
A friend of mine was diagnosed with depression when she was 14 (wut, bad parenting ITT?) and is now stuck taking pills, because when she doesn't, she gets severe migraines.

It seems that antidepressants are so common now they can be handed out like candy to people who may have just be having a few down notes. Shit, I've been crying my eyes out for no reason at least once a week for a year and I still won't go see a shrink. I just deal with it. I'm in control of my own emotions, not some Big Pharma-fed Shrinkydink. I learned what makes me happy and force myself in that direction when I get down. There's nothing scientific about it.

That's a good point. 

But I like sitting in my office and feeling my bones melt.

I listened to a bunch of her stuff, and now I am supercharged with sexy.  I got the shit oozing out of my pores.  I may have to go on a rampage.

I just suggested going to a family doctor first because a lot of people have to get a referral before their medical insurance will pay for them to see a psychiatrist.  Of course, you should insist on seeing a psychiatrist before going on any medication.  

Sure...if you never plan on owning guns or needing a clearance.