We all had a plan today. We stood up half the night for that plan, some of us restless, some of us dreaming about what we were going to do. It was sound, almost perfect, and we were all so excited that we could almost taste the glory of this day.
I got up earlier than I usually did (which was around eleven-o'-clock. I usually end up waking up around six in the evening, or maybe three in the afternoon...it all depended), washed up very quickly--since I was about to get left--, got dressed, and walked out the door to get in the car. It was cramped, as always. My parents called it the Jesusmobile because some man from church happened to 'give' us the old piece of shit. When you start it, it sputters and groans and you could hear it countries away. It reminds me of a swarm of bees, or maybe angry, constipated mosquitoes. The steering wheel is a safety hazard (as it shifts loosely from side to side) and the radio is missing (has been since we got it), and the only thing good about it is that it had air conditioning....barely.
It was hot as fuck outside. My folks rolled down the windows so that the wind would blow into my ears, and I'd have to shout at the top of my lungs over the brrrrrrrrrrr of the Jesusmobile just to tell them that I was excited about today.
What was happening? Money.
We were going to the bank because it seems that we have overpaid our mortgage this year, and the bank sent us the difference. It ended up being a good 3,000, a few hundreds, and some change. We were excited. We needed this. We needed this.
But there was a problem. My father got his Driver's Licence suspended, and his name was on the check. So the only way we could possibly get the check cashed was to get him a new ID. We were on our way to the DMV, determined to get this done so we could go back and get everything settled. When we get there, we set down his birth certificate and social security card down at the desk where a rather portly lady sat. She has a distinct 'Hoosier' accent with a radio that played Miley Cyrus in the background. After photo-copying the documents and calling my father 'hon' about fifty times, she took his photo and was ready to get all the information put on the card...which was to be sent to Downtown and mailed to us, where we would get a paper that would be our 'temporary' ID for him until we got the real thing in the mail.
"There's a problem, hon," she said in mid-process. "Your birth certificate don't match up with y'er social."
We all looked dumbfounded. How the hell could that be right? Everything has always worked before, all his information always matched up. My father looked pissed, and we were all wishing the woman wouldn't fool around any more.
"It shows that y'er birth certificate only says that you are Leslie Turner, whereas y'er social says that your name is Leslie Allen Turner. Did you get a name change...?"
He soon turned quiet and almost meek. Childlike even. He tried to play off his confusion with a tiny chuckle. "Nope, my mother just told me when I was old enough to understand that my name was Leslie Allen Turner. That's all."
"Well it says here that y'are just Leslie Turner. No Allen, no 'A'. So we won't be able t' give you an ID. Y'er gunna have to either go see if there's a mistake--which ain't likely--or you're going to have to go to th' Department of Social Services, hon, an' tell them that they made a mistake on y'er name. But even then, it's gon' take at least a whole twenty-four hours to take care a' that."
And then there was the expression that I haven't seen my father hold before. It was the kind of expression that--after a long sixty-one years of life--this man suddenly didn't know who he was for a single moment. That expression was severely heart-breaking, for it was blank, eyes glazed over with this tint of certain sorrow.
We went home today, money-less and confused.
I said, "Dad, you're still Leslie Allen to me."
"Me, too," he murmured. "Me, too."
TL;DR
My dad found out he had no middle name. We get no money. Sad day.
Jesus fuck. There's a certain type of bureaucrat... :rogpipe:
That totally sucks... I've had something similar happen, but not identical...
Seems if the police mangle your home address on your check that they write you to compensate you for the money they took from you when you went to jail, no one will cash it for you. Luckily, one of my coworkers had an aunt who worked in a pawn shop, who agreed to cash the check.
Ah, the perimenipausal female bureaucrat. She is a grand impediment to getting business taken care of, at all levels she works in. :( Next time, bring in some chocolate, hand it over first thing.
...I'm not kidding.
My last year in the army, I was out of commission with a broken right knee...so they made me a bureaucrat, until my knee was healed well enough to toss me out (Yeah, I know).
Just for shits and giggles, I decided to say "yes" to everything that I could possibly find the barest legal excuse for. There's a really funny story tied up with this, that I suppose I'll write down later, but the upshot is, the office I was working in worked like a well-oiled machine, from minimal effort.
The systems, byzantine as they are, are designed TO work, and it takes a special kind of asshole to "inflict the rules" on you.
Unfortunately, that type of person usually becomes a bureaucrat.
Positions of power naturally draw abusers and power mongers, just as shit draws flies.
Quote from: Fujikoma on June 29, 2010, 02:20:54 AM
Positions of power naturally draw abusers and power mongers, just as shit draws flies.
Conversely, abusers and power mongers will find ways to abuse any amount of power they are given.
Leading to a rolling shitball effect... Heaven help those wrecked souls, splattered by the ever-expanding shitmonster.
Luckily, my brother's name is also Leslie Allen Turner. He agreed to help us cash the check.
So we get there, and the bank wants to hold our check 'till Friday, because they suspect it's fraudulent. Fuckin' bullshit. They only want to hold it so they can hit a nice money pocket and boost up their interest rates. I ain't stupid. I might be sixteen, but I'm NOT fucking stupid. I saw the 'pleased' expression on the banker's face. I saw how she went on the internet, looked up something, said it would take two days to hold--then return to that screen and change her mind. "Oh, excuse me. It'll actually be held until Friday."
Or maybe I could be wrong. Maybe I'm just paranoid.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 29, 2010, 02:18:29 AM
My last year in the army, I was out of commission with a broken right knee...so they made me a bureaucrat, until my knee was healed well enough to toss me out (Yeah, I know).
Just for shits and giggles, I decided to say "yes" to everything that I could possibly find the barest legal excuse for. There's a really funny story tied up with this, that I suppose I'll write down later, but the upshot is, the office I was working in worked like a well-oiled machine, from minimal effort.
The systems, byzantine as they are, are designed TO work, and it takes a special kind of asshole to "inflict the rules" on you.
Unfortunately, that type of person usually becomes a bureaucrat.
So, are you saying that it's not bureaucracy that's the problem, just the assholes running it?
I think bureaucracy creates assholes, and vice versa...
I think the assholes are always there, perhaps the very presence of bureaucracy is a sort of enabler for the poor asshole, giving them a method of surviving... Unfortunately, the asshole, if left unchecked, will reproduce in unsustainable proportions, either through infection or conception. Therefor, let us not do away with the bureaucracy, and the unfortunate assholes in the process, but put into law a controlled asshole hunting program. A few months out of every year shall be asshole season.
Quote from: Jenne on June 29, 2010, 02:14:50 AM
Ah, the perimenipausal female bureaucrat. She is a grand impediment to getting business taken care of, at all levels she works in. :( Next time, bring in some chocolate, hand it over first thing.
...I'm not kidding.
Oh my goodness, that one just might work!
Anyway, Jade, my condolences regarding the bureaucratic clusterfuck. And Lord knows; hell,
I know that the DMV is one of the worst in that department. Shall we burn it down together?
Yay bureaucracy. :|
I dread this situation every time someone needs my birth certificate to verify my identity.
The name I've used all my life and have all my other ID as is misspelled on my birth certificate. Nobody has noticed yet, and I haven't had it fixed in the hopes that I come up with some ingenious way to use it as a second identity (to a computer, a few letters switched around is an entirely different entry).
But I'm sure they'll notice at the worst possible time, as it sounds like they did in this case.
That's bullshit, about the middle name. They are full of shit.
FUCK those guys... But seriously, that's how they do shit. They have a specific set of rules, and they feel like they can't bend those rules for anyone... I used to work for various retail stores, much the same goes on there, but, your highest priority is customer service, and you do your best, or you don't have a job long... Freaking banks and the DMV and such, well, they're not about customer service so much, so, they don't have to keep the idea that "the customer is always right" in their heads all day, so, they provide bad service...
Unfortunately, I think what I just said may be true... The box of chocolates may melt that cold bitch's frozen heart, though.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 29, 2010, 02:18:29 AM
The systems, byzantine as they are, are designed TO work, and it takes a special kind of asshole to "inflict the rules" on you.
Unfortunately, that type of person usually becomes a bureaucrat.
This. Bureaucracy in and of itself is not that terrible. Frustrating at times, but designed to get a job done. The problem is it invites the sort of person who loves office politics, information hoarding, departmental pissing matches, secrecy, unaccontability and random displays of power, and such people normally thrive in these institutions, corporate or government.
I'd like to interject some spastic gibberish, but I'm almost paralyzed by what I just read....
Bureaucracy sucks. I don't like dealing with it, but usually I can subvert it with the strength of my personality and the fact that people still take me for a child.
Quote from: Jenne on June 29, 2010, 03:17:43 AM
I think bureaucracy creates assholes, and vice versa...
Well, there was this bit of psych research (I think I posted it in TFYS) that showed that "power corrupts".
Of course, the power also attracts the corrupt, but the research showed that subjects primed to a position of power scored significantly lower at morality tests.
Quote from: Nast on June 29, 2010, 04:53:31 AM
Quote from: Jenne on June 29, 2010, 02:14:50 AM
Ah, the perimenipausal female bureaucrat. She is a grand impediment to getting business taken care of, at all levels she works in. :( Next time, bring in some chocolate, hand it over first thing.
...I'm not kidding.
Oh my goodness, that one just might work!
Actually, I did use this technique once on an old lady working at the CS student administration. I knew she didn't like me for some reason. And she was a bureaucrat to the core, being very proud of studying part-time law school at age 55, she applied her knowledge like a true pedantic bureaucrat.
This resulted, btw, in the ironic situation that the Computer Science department remained the
only department where the online test-scores were not enough to prove you passed a module, you needed a physical piece of paper ("with the same legal power as a construction permit!" :roll:), which you could only get at her office.
Not because they feared the CS students would hack the scores [though to be fair, the software is full of security holes], but because of this one bureaucratic PITA.
Anyway, when I had to collect all those pieces of paper (some years late, but because they were so legal and all, she could of course not throw them away), I did indeed bring a bar of chocolate, and I can tell you, IT REALLY HELPS. She was actually sort of nice while we sorted it out.
... People (over the age of 22) with low morality scores should be given an instant vacation to happy land (undefined territory which will feature, mainly, assholes)... There, they can be a star in the new, hit reality show "watch assholes fight to the death". I'd watch it.
Quote from: Fujikoma on June 29, 2010, 10:49:33 AM
... People (over the age of 22) with low morality scores should be given an instant vacation to happy land (undefined territory which will feature, mainly, assholes)... There, they can be a star in the new, hit reality show "watch assholes fight to the death". I'd watch it.
By watching it, you'd qualify as a participant.
Quote from: Fujikoma on June 29, 2010, 10:49:33 AM
... People (over the age of 22) with low morality scores should be given an instant vacation to happy land (undefined territory which will feature, mainly, assholes)... There, they can be a star in the new, hit reality show "watch assholes fight to the death". I'd watch it.
Low morality scores? I don't think you understand what that word means.
Then you get into how to test it, which would have to be some type of standardized test, and you do not want me started on those.
Technically most people would term a prositute or stripper with "low morality". Does their choice of profession make them assholes?
:argh!:
If I say, "yes," can I still see them naked?
Quote from: Triple Zero on June 29, 2010, 10:46:49 AM
Quote from: Nast on June 29, 2010, 04:53:31 AM
Quote from: Jenne on June 29, 2010, 02:14:50 AM
Ah, the perimenipausal female bureaucrat. She is a grand impediment to getting business taken care of, at all levels she works in. :( Next time, bring in some chocolate, hand it over first thing.
...I'm not kidding.
Oh my goodness, that one just might work!
Actually, I did use this technique once on an old lady working at the CS student administration. I knew she didn't like me for some reason. And she was a bureaucrat to the core, being very proud of studying part-time law school at age 55, she applied her knowledge like a true pedantic bureaucrat.
This resulted, btw, in the ironic situation that the Computer Science department remained the only department where the online test-scores were not enough to prove you passed a module, you needed a physical piece of paper ("with the same legal power as a construction permit!" :roll:), which you could only get at her office.
Not because they feared the CS students would hack the scores [though to be fair, the software is full of security holes], but because of this one bureaucratic PITA.
Anyway, when I had to collect all those pieces of paper (some years late, but because they were so legal and all, she could of course not throw them away), I did indeed bring a bar of chocolate, and I can tell you, IT REALLY HELPS. She was actually sort of nice while we sorted it out.
I'm tellin' ya--chocolate can save the world a la female in SOOOO many ways.
...still not kidding.
Quote from: Fujikoma on June 29, 2010, 10:49:33 AM
... People (over the age of 22) with low morality scores should be given an instant vacation to happy land (undefined territory which will feature, mainly, assholes)... There, they can be a star in the new, hit reality show "watch assholes fight to the death". I'd watch it.
Um...topic unrelated?
Oh my GOD. FUCK MY LIFE.
AND THE WHOLE ICING ON THE CAKE. After my check is cashed, the original bank that we went to begging practically on our hands and knees to take our check because they knew us, they knew who we were, we were frequent customers and needed this money--like, now...they call us back, tell her. "O hai, we thought about it and decided that we'll open your old account."
We fucking have our check in hostage with my brother's bank, when we can now go to our own and get 'special treatment'.
I think that this is punishment for our greed and our major reliance on the check. That we didn't think carefully about we wanted to do, and only did what was the quickest way at the time.
I want to drop on my knees and scream, "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!? :argh!: "
:( So...just tell her the check was given to your brother to cash, I guess? I dunno. Banks are shitty to deal with as a rule, and you guys certainly have had your fair share of the shit-end of the stick on this one...
Quote from: Nast on June 29, 2010, 04:53:31 AM
Quote from: Jenne on June 29, 2010, 02:14:50 AM
Ah, the perimenipausal female bureaucrat. She is a grand impediment to getting business taken care of, at all levels she works in. :( Next time, bring in some chocolate, hand it over first thing.
...I'm not kidding.
Oh my goodness, that one just might work!
Anyway, Jade, my condolences regarding the bureaucratic clusterfuck. And Lord knows; hell, I know that the DMV is one of the worst in that department. Shall we burn it down together?
Please. *0*
Quote from: Khara on June 29, 2010, 03:34:23 PM
Quote from: Fujikoma on June 29, 2010, 10:49:33 AM
... People (over the age of 22) with low morality scores should be given an instant vacation to happy land (undefined territory which will feature, mainly, assholes)... There, they can be a star in the new, hit reality show "watch assholes fight to the death". I'd watch it.
Low morality scores? I don't think you understand what that word means.
Then you get into how to test it, which would have to be some type of standardized test, and you do not want me started on those.
Technically most people would term a prositute or stripper with "low morality". Does their choice of profession make them assholes?
:argh!:
I get to assign the morality scores.
I will consider advice from LMNO and Kai.
I will be used to establish a baseline score.
Quote from: Cain on June 29, 2010, 05:43:15 PM
I will be used to establish a baseline score.
Nice try. We know what you did to those poor Welshmen.
We will be using Tallulah Bankhead as the baseline.
"If I have another drink, I'll be under the host."
Oh dear I shudder to think where I will fall in this! :oops:
Quote from: Khara on June 29, 2010, 06:10:30 PM
Oh dear I shudder to think where I will fall in this! :oops:
We here in the Morality Department take a dim view of women who work their fucking arses off to support their children, and who pick themselves up off the ground when life knocks them down.
For shame.
Question one of the Morality Quiz:
Do you like beets?
[/old meme]
Quote from: LMNO on June 29, 2010, 06:19:46 PM
Question one of the Morality Quiz:
Do you like beets?
[/old meme]
Unfair playing old memes on a site that goes to hell and back with the search function! :argh!:
Answer for me: Yes.
The Perils of Being LMNO, Part 208 (http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=20884.0)
That meme is not that old! ...but I still missed it somehow.
THERE ARE TOO MANY MEMES HERE.
(old brain cannot remember them all...or maybe beets needs to be less obscure?)
I digress...
Sorry for the angry posts... Something I read somewhere last night ticked me off. Yes, I understand, I would be an asshole for watching, and the trouble would be, who gets to decide? It was really dumb of me.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 29, 2010, 06:17:24 PM
Quote from: Khara on June 29, 2010, 06:10:30 PM
Oh dear I shudder to think where I will fall in this! :oops:
We here in the Morality Department take a dim view of women who work their fucking arses off to support their children, and who pick themselves up off the ground when life knocks them down.
For shame.
:lulz:
I kicked one of the cats the other night.......
.....about 3 am in the dark on the way to the bathroom..... but we won't mention that! :lulz:
Kicking cats is a positive, I think.
Is it okay if I kick puppies?
Only if you want to open wide the gates of Hell.
Oooh, where would I stand on the morality meter?
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on June 30, 2010, 02:34:44 AM
Oooh, where would I stand on the morality meter?
You're American, you don't get morality meters, but Fahrenheit morality gallons.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on June 30, 2010, 02:34:44 AM
Oooh, where would I stand on the morality meter?
Next to that Gandhi dude, at least on weekdays.
On weekends, you're rubbing elbows with Pol Pot and Galteiri.
I mean, you made me build that horrible contraption, right?
Quote from: Triple Zero on June 30, 2010, 09:53:09 AM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on June 30, 2010, 02:34:44 AM
Oooh, where would I stand on the morality meter?
You're American, you don't get morality meters, but Fahrenheit morality gallons.
:lulz:
:lulz:
:lulz:
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 30, 2010, 02:44:33 PM
Quote from: Triple Zero on June 30, 2010, 09:53:09 AM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on June 30, 2010, 02:34:44 AM
Oooh, where would I stand on the morality meter?
You're American, you don't get morality meters, but Fahrenheit morality gallons.
:lulz:
:lulz:
:lulz:
This is my new favorite running joke.
Quote from: Triple Zero on June 30, 2010, 09:53:09 AM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on June 30, 2010, 02:34:44 AM
Oooh, where would I stand on the morality meter?
You're American, you don't get morality meters, but Fahrenheit morality gallons.
I see what you did there.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 30, 2010, 02:44:03 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on June 30, 2010, 02:34:44 AM
Oooh, where would I stand on the morality meter?
Next to that Gandhi dude, at least on weekdays.
On weekends, you're rubbing elbows with Pol Pot and Galteiri.
I mean, you made me build that horrible contraption, right?
Yeah right, you were outta your gourd on cactus!
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 01:41:44 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 30, 2010, 02:44:03 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on June 30, 2010, 02:34:44 AM
Oooh, where would I stand on the morality meter?
Next to that Gandhi dude, at least on weekdays.
On weekends, you're rubbing elbows with Pol Pot and Galteiri.
I mean, you made me build that horrible contraption, right?
Yeah right, you were outta your gourd on cactus!
I remember it differently. I was on a noble quest for SCIENCE, and you led me astray, into horror after horror.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 02:27:27 AM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 01:41:44 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 30, 2010, 02:44:03 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on June 30, 2010, 02:34:44 AM
Oooh, where would I stand on the morality meter?
Next to that Gandhi dude, at least on weekdays.
On weekends, you're rubbing elbows with Pol Pot and Galteiri.
I mean, you made me build that horrible contraption, right?
Yeah right, you were outta your gourd on cactus!
I remember it differently. I was on a noble quest for SCIENCE, and you led me astray, into horror after horror.
OhgawdtheMAYONNAISE!
And I suppose I made you strip naked and run off into the night, too? :vom:
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 02:54:22 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 02:27:27 AM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 01:41:44 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 30, 2010, 02:44:03 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on June 30, 2010, 02:34:44 AM
Oooh, where would I stand on the morality meter?
Next to that Gandhi dude, at least on weekdays.
On weekends, you're rubbing elbows with Pol Pot and Galteiri.
I mean, you made me build that horrible contraption, right?
Yeah right, you were outta your gourd on cactus!
I remember it differently. I was on a noble quest for SCIENCE, and you led me astray, into horror after horror.
OhgawdtheMAYONNAISE!
And I suppose I made you strip naked and run off into the night, too? :vom:
Well, SOMEONE did, and you were the only person there.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 03:26:44 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 02:54:22 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 02:27:27 AM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 01:41:44 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on June 30, 2010, 02:44:03 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on June 30, 2010, 02:34:44 AM
Oooh, where would I stand on the morality meter?
Next to that Gandhi dude, at least on weekdays.
On weekends, you're rubbing elbows with Pol Pot and Galteiri.
I mean, you made me build that horrible contraption, right?
Yeah right, you were outta your gourd on cactus!
I remember it differently. I was on a noble quest for SCIENCE, and you led me astray, into horror after horror.
OhgawdtheMAYONNAISE!
And I suppose I made you strip naked and run off into the night, too? :vom:
Well, SOMEONE did, and you were the only person there.
BALLS. :argh!:
I had nightmares for a week after that about some horrible yeti trying to dump mayonnaise on me. :vom:
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 04:03:56 PM
BALLS. :argh!:
I had nightmares for a week after that about some horrible yeti trying to dump mayonnaise on me. :vom:
I am a respected man of SCIENCE. Would someone in my position willfully commit multiple misdemeanors and at least one felony? I think not. Seeing as how you were the only other person there, it's obvious that you put something in my coffee.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 06:57:18 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 04:03:56 PM
BALLS. :argh!:
I had nightmares for a week after that about some horrible yeti trying to dump mayonnaise on me. :vom:
I am a respected man of SCIENCE. Would someone in my position willfully commit multiple misdemeanors and at least one felony? I think not. Seeing as how you were the only other person there, it's obvious that you put something in my coffee.
YOU. ATE. CACTUS. YOU DID IT! AND I WILL KILL A MOTHERFUCKER IF YOU DO THAT SHIT AGAIN, NAMELY WHOEVER IS SUPPLYING YOU, PARTICULARLY IF YOU DONT SHARE AGAIN. :argh!:
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 07:11:15 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 06:57:18 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 04:03:56 PM
BALLS. :argh!:
I had nightmares for a week after that about some horrible yeti trying to dump mayonnaise on me. :vom:
I am a respected man of SCIENCE. Would someone in my position willfully commit multiple misdemeanors and at least one felony? I think not. Seeing as how you were the only other person there, it's obvious that you put something in my coffee.
YOU. ATE. CACTUS. YOU DID IT! AND I WILL KILL A MOTHERFUCKER IF YOU DO THAT SHIT AGAIN, NAMELY WHOEVER IS SUPPLYING YOU, PARTICULARLY IF YOU DONT SHARE AGAIN. :argh!:
Nonsense. As far as I can tell, the contents of the bag evaporated.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 07:15:03 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 07:11:15 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 06:57:18 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 04:03:56 PM
BALLS. :argh!:
I had nightmares for a week after that about some horrible yeti trying to dump mayonnaise on me. :vom:
I am a respected man of SCIENCE. Would someone in my position willfully commit multiple misdemeanors and at least one felony? I think not. Seeing as how you were the only other person there, it's obvious that you put something in my coffee.
YOU. ATE. CACTUS. YOU DID IT! AND I WILL KILL A MOTHERFUCKER IF YOU DO THAT SHIT AGAIN, NAMELY WHOEVER IS SUPPLYING YOU, PARTICULARLY IF YOU DONT SHARE AGAIN. :argh!:
Nonsense. As far as I can tell, the contents of the bag evaporated.
Don't make me get the doweling, boyo.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 07:45:49 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 07:15:03 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 07:11:15 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 06:57:18 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 04:03:56 PM
BALLS. :argh!:
I had nightmares for a week after that about some horrible yeti trying to dump mayonnaise on me. :vom:
I am a respected man of SCIENCE. Would someone in my position willfully commit multiple misdemeanors and at least one felony? I think not. Seeing as how you were the only other person there, it's obvious that you put something in my coffee.
YOU. ATE. CACTUS. YOU DID IT! AND I WILL KILL A MOTHERFUCKER IF YOU DO THAT SHIT AGAIN, NAMELY WHOEVER IS SUPPLYING YOU, PARTICULARLY IF YOU DONT SHARE AGAIN. :argh!:
Nonsense. As far as I can tell, the contents of the bag evaporated.
Don't make me get the doweling, boyo.
SEE? SHE MAKES ME DO BAD SHIT UNDER THREAT OF VIOLENCE!
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 09:01:40 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 07:45:49 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 07:15:03 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 07:11:15 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 06:57:18 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 04:03:56 PM
BALLS. :argh!:
I had nightmares for a week after that about some horrible yeti trying to dump mayonnaise on me. :vom:
I am a respected man of SCIENCE. Would someone in my position willfully commit multiple misdemeanors and at least one felony? I think not. Seeing as how you were the only other person there, it's obvious that you put something in my coffee.
YOU. ATE. CACTUS. YOU DID IT! AND I WILL KILL A MOTHERFUCKER IF YOU DO THAT SHIT AGAIN, NAMELY WHOEVER IS SUPPLYING YOU, PARTICULARLY IF YOU DONT SHARE AGAIN. :argh!:
Nonsense. As far as I can tell, the contents of the bag evaporated.
Don't make me get the doweling, boyo.
SEE? SHE MAKES ME DO BAD SHIT UNDER THREAT OF VIOLENCE!
But I'm being
nice about this. I could always get the meat hammer, if you'd prefer.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 09:40:09 PM
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BALLS. :argh!:
I had nightmares for a week after that about some horrible yeti trying to dump mayonnaise on me. :vom:
I am a respected man of SCIENCE. Would someone in my position willfully commit multiple misdemeanors and at least one felony? I think not. Seeing as how you were the only other person there, it's obvious that you put something in my coffee.
YOU. ATE. CACTUS. YOU DID IT! AND I WILL KILL A MOTHERFUCKER IF YOU DO THAT SHIT AGAIN, NAMELY WHOEVER IS SUPPLYING YOU, PARTICULARLY IF YOU DONT SHARE AGAIN. :argh!:
Nonsense. As far as I can tell, the contents of the bag evaporated.
Don't make me get the doweling, boyo.
SEE? SHE MAKES ME DO BAD SHIT UNDER THREAT OF VIOLENCE!
But I'm being nice about this. I could always get the meat hammer, if you'd prefer.
SEE? THEN SHE SHAMELESSY ATTEMPTS TO SEDUCE ME!
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 10:24:29 PM
SEE? THEN SHE SHAMELESSY ATTEMPTS TO SEDUCE ME!
Didn't realize you enjoyed it when I whacked you with it the other day.
I mean, did you really? Spiky side and everything?
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 10:47:11 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 10:24:29 PM
SEE? THEN SHE SHAMELESSY ATTEMPTS TO SEDUCE ME!
Didn't realize you enjoyed it when I whacked you with it the other day.
I mean, did you really? Spiky side and everything?
I've been told I have strange tastes...But fuck those people, they are lesser mortals, and don't deal with the awful stresses that frequently destroy my mood and my underpance.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 10:48:19 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 10:47:11 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 10:24:29 PM
SEE? THEN SHE SHAMELESSY ATTEMPTS TO SEDUCE ME!
Didn't realize you enjoyed it when I whacked you with it the other day.
I mean, did you really? Spiky side and everything?
I've been told I have strange tastes...But fuck those people, they are lesser mortals, and don't deal with the awful stresses that frequently destroy my mood and my underpance.
Urgh.
Maybe I just have to hit harder.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 10:49:50 PM
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Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 10:47:11 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 10:24:29 PM
SEE? THEN SHE SHAMELESSY ATTEMPTS TO SEDUCE ME!
Didn't realize you enjoyed it when I whacked you with it the other day.
I mean, did you really? Spiky side and everything?
I've been told I have strange tastes...But fuck those people, they are lesser mortals, and don't deal with the awful stresses that frequently destroy my mood and my underpance.
Urgh.
Maybe I just have to hit harder.
Yes, please.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 10:50:18 PM
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Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 01, 2010, 10:47:11 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 01, 2010, 10:24:29 PM
SEE? THEN SHE SHAMELESSY ATTEMPTS TO SEDUCE ME!
Didn't realize you enjoyed it when I whacked you with it the other day.
I mean, did you really? Spiky side and everything?
I've been told I have strange tastes...But fuck those people, they are lesser mortals, and don't deal with the awful stresses that frequently destroy my mood and my underpance.
Urgh.
Maybe I just have to hit harder.
Yes, please.
. . . .
You know what? I don't care if it gets you off, it makes me feel better.
AIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Also known as "win-win".
But it'll only encourage him! :x
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 02, 2010, 06:51:40 PM
But it'll only encourage him! :x
Like I need encouraging.
:lulz:
Freeky is too young for Roger, when it comes to relationships/sex/etc, but not too young to pound me in the junk with a meat hammer.
I'd normally hire a midget for that sort of thing, but they're in short supply.
Call the Tooth Fairy.
YOU know who I'm talking about...
Oh dear lord..... :eek:
Sometimes, y'all scare me and sometimes, eh well, I guess I'm as much of a "freak" as the next member here! :wink:
I need to move to Tucson, y'all are having too much fucking fun without me! Dammit!
Quote from: Khara on July 02, 2010, 07:09:41 PM
Oh dear lord..... :eek:
Sometimes, y'all scare me and sometimes, eh well, I guess I'm as much of a "freak" as the next member here! :wink:
I need to move to Tucson, y'all are having too much fucking fun without me! Dammit!
Eeeeeheeeheeheheehee!
Yes.... All is going according to plan...
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 02, 2010, 07:13:58 PM
Quote from: Khara on July 02, 2010, 07:09:41 PM
Oh dear lord..... :eek:
Sometimes, y'all scare me and sometimes, eh well, I guess I'm as much of a "freak" as the next member here! :wink:
I need to move to Tucson, y'all are having too much fucking fun without me! Dammit!
Eeeeeheeeheeheheehee!
Yes.... All is going according to plan...
MWAHAHAHA...er, behave yourself, Freeky.
And LMNO, that shit is over with. I swore a vow.
Well shit, you best find yo'self a woman, because that thing ain't gonna milk itself.
Quote from: LMNO on July 02, 2010, 07:25:46 PM
Well shit, you best find yo'self a woman, because that thing ain't gonna milk itself.
My face just did this...
>_o
Quote from: LMNO on July 02, 2010, 07:25:46 PM
Well shit, you best find yo'self a woman, because that thing ain't gonna milk itself.
Tell me about it. Why do you think I have Freeky hit me in the nads with a meat hammer? "DOWN BOY!" You have to show it who's boss, or the fucking thing runs your life and makes you do really dumb shit that results in a horrible, horrible fucking mess.
Um.
I wonder if I still have her number?
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2010, 07:27:43 PM
Quote from: LMNO on July 02, 2010, 07:25:46 PM
Well shit, you best find yo'self a woman, because that thing ain't gonna milk itself.
Tell me about it. Why do you think I have Freeky hit me in the nads with a meat hammer? "DOWN BOY!" You have to show it who's boss, or the fucking thing runs your life and makes you do really dumb shit that results in a horrible, horrible fucking mess.
Um.
I wonder if I still have her number?
....don't get paid enough for this shit...grumble grumble....
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 02, 2010, 07:29:04 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2010, 07:27:43 PM
Quote from: LMNO on July 02, 2010, 07:25:46 PM
Well shit, you best find yo'self a woman, because that thing ain't gonna milk itself.
Tell me about it. Why do you think I have Freeky hit me in the nads with a meat hammer? "DOWN BOY!" You have to show it who's boss, or the fucking thing runs your life and makes you do really dumb shit that results in a horrible, horrible fucking mess.
Um.
I wonder if I still have her number?
....don't get paid enough for this shit...grumble grumble....
Well, okay, if you don't mind "the coroner" being back in the picture.
She was nice to me. A bit weird, but nice.
But then, I do feel a little better, pent-up rage wise, after.
Hm.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 02, 2010, 07:41:35 PM
She was nice to me. A bit weird, but nice.
But then, I do feel a little better, pent-up rage wise, after.
Hm.
Of course she was weird. She's perpetually fucked up on whatever it is she puts in her coffee.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2010, 07:42:16 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 02, 2010, 07:41:35 PM
She was nice to me. A bit weird, but nice.
But then, I do feel a little better, pent-up rage wise, after.
Hm.
Of course she was weird. She's perpetually fucked up on whatever it is she puts in her coffee.
Oh christ, I'll fly down and kick you in the junk and fly home to avoid the chic of the dead again :lulz:
Weird is putting it nicely..... and I don't think the coffee additive is the sole reason for it yanno?
Quote from: Khara on July 02, 2010, 07:53:36 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2010, 07:42:16 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 02, 2010, 07:41:35 PM
She was nice to me. A bit weird, but nice.
But then, I do feel a little better, pent-up rage wise, after.
Hm.
Of course she was weird. She's perpetually fucked up on whatever it is she puts in her coffee.
Oh christ, I'll fly down and kick you in the junk and fly home to avoid the chic of the dead again :lulz:
Weird is putting it nicely..... and I don't think the coffee additive is the sole reason for it yanno?
Actually, I think she started out normal...But she only sees the people who don't die of natural causes, so she's forever chopping up 19 year old prostitutes and bodies fished out of roll-off dumpsters.
That would fuck anyone up.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2010, 07:55:16 PM
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Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 02, 2010, 07:41:35 PM
She was nice to me. A bit weird, but nice.
But then, I do feel a little better, pent-up rage wise, after.
Hm.
Of course she was weird. She's perpetually fucked up on whatever it is she puts in her coffee.
Oh christ, I'll fly down and kick you in the junk and fly home to avoid the chic of the dead again :lulz:
Weird is putting it nicely..... and I don't think the coffee additive is the sole reason for it yanno?
Actually, I think she started out normal...But she only sees the people who don't die of natural causes, so she's forever chopping up 19 year old prostitutes and bodies fished out of roll-off dumpsters.
That would fuck anyone up.
Where in the hell is the one eyebrow raised smirky smiley???
Seriously, yeah, that would fuck anyone up, that's a given. But still..... I think there was a lot of weird
before she became a coroner.
However, if it's just a one nighter or something, weird can always work to your advantage if you know what I mean :mrgreen:
Quote from: Khara on July 02, 2010, 08:27:05 PM
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Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 02, 2010, 07:41:35 PM
She was nice to me. A bit weird, but nice.
But then, I do feel a little better, pent-up rage wise, after.
Hm.
Of course she was weird. She's perpetually fucked up on whatever it is she puts in her coffee.
Oh christ, I'll fly down and kick you in the junk and fly home to avoid the chic of the dead again :lulz:
Weird is putting it nicely..... and I don't think the coffee additive is the sole reason for it yanno?
Actually, I think she started out normal...But she only sees the people who don't die of natural causes, so she's forever chopping up 19 year old prostitutes and bodies fished out of roll-off dumpsters.
That would fuck anyone up.
Where in the hell is the one eyebrow raised smirky smiley???
Seriously, yeah, that would fuck anyone up, that's a given. But still..... I think there was a lot of weird before she became a coroner.
However, if it's just a one nighter or something, weird can always work to your advantage if you know what I mean :mrgreen:
Problem: She also hates my guts, and wants me dead. I have recently sworn to not sleep with people who hate me.
You better not, then.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2010, 09:04:17 PM
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Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 02, 2010, 07:41:35 PM
She was nice to me. A bit weird, but nice.
But then, I do feel a little better, pent-up rage wise, after.
Hm.
Of course she was weird. She's perpetually fucked up on whatever it is she puts in her coffee.
Oh christ, I'll fly down and kick you in the junk and fly home to avoid the chic of the dead again :lulz:
Weird is putting it nicely..... and I don't think the coffee additive is the sole reason for it yanno?
Actually, I think she started out normal...But she only sees the people who don't die of natural causes, so she's forever chopping up 19 year old prostitutes and bodies fished out of roll-off dumpsters.
That would fuck anyone up.
Where in the hell is the one eyebrow raised smirky smiley???
Seriously, yeah, that would fuck anyone up, that's a given. But still..... I think there was a lot of weird before she became a coroner.
However, if it's just a one nighter or something, weird can always work to your advantage if you know what I mean :mrgreen:
Problem: She also hates my guts, and wants me dead. I have recently sworn to not sleep with people who hate me.
But.... but.... but....... Hate sex can be sooooooooooooo hot!!! :lulz:
Seriously, I know how you feel.
The real question is, do you still sleep with people who you hate? :wink:
Quote from: Khara on July 02, 2010, 09:11:32 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2010, 09:04:17 PM
Quote from: Khara on July 02, 2010, 08:27:05 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2010, 07:55:16 PM
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Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 02, 2010, 07:41:35 PM
She was nice to me. A bit weird, but nice.
But then, I do feel a little better, pent-up rage wise, after.
Hm.
Of course she was weird. She's perpetually fucked up on whatever it is she puts in her coffee.
Oh christ, I'll fly down and kick you in the junk and fly home to avoid the chic of the dead again :lulz:
Weird is putting it nicely..... and I don't think the coffee additive is the sole reason for it yanno?
Actually, I think she started out normal...But she only sees the people who don't die of natural causes, so she's forever chopping up 19 year old prostitutes and bodies fished out of roll-off dumpsters.
That would fuck anyone up.
Where in the hell is the one eyebrow raised smirky smiley???
Seriously, yeah, that would fuck anyone up, that's a given. But still..... I think there was a lot of weird before she became a coroner.
However, if it's just a one nighter or something, weird can always work to your advantage if you know what I mean :mrgreen:
Problem: She also hates my guts, and wants me dead. I have recently sworn to not sleep with people who hate me.
But.... but.... but....... Hate sex can be sooooooooooooo hot!!! :lulz:
Seriously, I know how you feel.
The real question is, do you still sleep with people who you hate? :wink:
By definition, yes. But that doesn't mean I don't LIKE them.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2010, 09:12:13 PM
Quote from: Khara on July 02, 2010, 09:11:32 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2010, 09:04:17 PM
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Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2010, 07:55:16 PM
Quote from: Khara on July 02, 2010, 07:53:36 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2010, 07:42:16 PM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on July 02, 2010, 07:41:35 PM
She was nice to me. A bit weird, but nice.
But then, I do feel a little better, pent-up rage wise, after.
Hm.
Of course she was weird. She's perpetually fucked up on whatever it is she puts in her coffee.
Oh christ, I'll fly down and kick you in the junk and fly home to avoid the chic of the dead again :lulz:
Weird is putting it nicely..... and I don't think the coffee additive is the sole reason for it yanno?
Actually, I think she started out normal...But she only sees the people who don't die of natural causes, so she's forever chopping up 19 year old prostitutes and bodies fished out of roll-off dumpsters.
That would fuck anyone up.
Where in the hell is the one eyebrow raised smirky smiley???
Seriously, yeah, that would fuck anyone up, that's a given. But still..... I think there was a lot of weird before she became a coroner.
However, if it's just a one nighter or something, weird can always work to your advantage if you know what I mean :mrgreen:
Problem: She also hates my guts, and wants me dead. I have recently sworn to not sleep with people who hate me.
But.... but.... but....... Hate sex can be sooooooooooooo hot!!! :lulz:
Seriously, I know how you feel.
The real question is, do you still sleep with people who you hate? :wink:
By definition, yes. But that doesn't mean I don't LIKE them.
How the hell can you hate someone but like them?
Hate them personally, but like them physically?
Vat?
It's called "ambivalence"... It's totally possible... Well, ambivalence may be more balanced than I think it is, requiring love and hate at the same time, but I think there may be varying degrees of ambivalence... Off to look that up.
EDIT: Yup, I was correct, for once. It's usually described as being unpleasant, but, hey, I'm ambivalent about all sorts of things, as well as ambivalent about being ambivalent.
Perhaps some sort of misplaced optimism paired with generalised antipathy?
Or something like the opposite of temporarily hating someone you usually like.
Or, I suppose, when you're in the business of THE HATE, you can hate someone on general principle while still giving them a kind of professional respect for being a HORRIBLE BASTARD themselves.
I'm assuming in Dok's that he simultaneously hates them for what they are and likes them for who they are. Or the other way around. Or something.
You've never loved and hated something or someone at the same time?.. The idea of two seemingly contradictory states being true at the same time isn't such a stretch for me. The universe is a strange place... The mind is an even stranger place. An example of ambivalence? Ninja Gaiden... Nintendo hard, the definition of an impossible challenge, and yet... Nethack... I have a game I'm close to finishing, but I'm too scared to play it because I might lose everything I've already worked for. Castlevania, it's just not the same without the terrible rage that those annoying medusa heads paired with bottomless pits can invoke in a person...
Then, there's this one ex-girlfriend of mine, but my negative emotions were all a product of my misplaced attribution of responsibility for the problem... For a while there, yeah, I knew what ambivalence felt like. Now, of course, and for the past several years, I've known exactly where responsibility lie, and it was all my fault, really. Now, ambivalence towards myself, that's going to take a while to resolve.
Consider the idea of a two-faced ambivalent God ruling the universe... It would make more sense than a benevolent father figure and some wicked rebel creation of his. Assigning values to things often undermines the ability to understand the true nature of them. Love, hate, all emotions of the moment, fueled either by a lack of understanding, or a mistaken understanding. There's some old saying, a person cannot stand in the same river twice... Why? The water is always moving.
It may be painful to accept contradiction, but the universe is very large and mysterious, there are directions and dimensions we cannot even perceive with our feeble brains... There is plenty room for contradiction, though it defies our desire to know truth, this is why it is painful and seems to bend the mind. We want to collect ideas and imagine them always true or always false, but it just doesn't work like that. Our universe is slowly ticking down to infinite entropy... Every piece of matter might just fly apart with a great cosmic sneeze? Though, it may be a bit slower than that might imply (and by a bit, I mean a whole freaking LOT slower)... The same applies for all things... Gain or loss? Will it all end in catastrophe? Will there be a rebirth? Am I just like some alarmist who would espouse this kind of theory: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ultraviolet_catastrophe
I sure hope not... Or maybe I should hope so. I really don't know. The point I'm trying to make is, true/false 1/0 works for computers... These are nothing more than devices, they lack the qualities we would like to give them... The only good thing about them is that they are easily manipulated, by those who know the art (well, actually it's a science, or, arguably, a bit of both)... And, having a true/false mindset makes it much easier for others to program you. Your wetware is far superior to hardware, people need to stop conforming to the true/false paradigm, and at least breach the edge of that bubble... So many people complain about feeling empty inside, saying there's no answer to the despair they feel, and I think they may be too comfortable with that despair to break out of those boundaries. If one makes oneself easily quantifiable, one totally neglects the greater part of their mind, and lends oneself to be a tool of the puppet masters.
But I know there is an answer to the despair. The despair is caused by trying to use the mind like it's a computer, just because it's easier. being taken in by such an idea forces one to conform all of one's thoughts to such a dualistic scale. Life is not that simple, it's a changing model everyday. Plans fall through, people die, things we take for granted cease to be ours. It's an inefficient process, much time is lost planning around constantly changing and unpredictable factors, time that could be spent on other things. Ambivalence, while a little unpleasant due to conditioning, makes complete sense to me.
Anyway, I'm sure all of you already know that, I felt the need to vent a little... As evidence for my claims, a link will follow.
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/329979
Quote from: Fujikoma on July 03, 2010, 06:16:47 AM
It's called "ambivalence"... It's totally possible... Well, ambivalence may be more balanced than I think it is, requiring love and hate at the same time, but I think there may be varying degrees of ambivalence... Off to look that
I think I can fucking answer for myself, thanks.
Quote from: Abbess Jade on July 03, 2010, 06:01:32 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on July 02, 2010, 09:12:13 PM
Quote from: Khara on July 02, 2010, 09:11:32 PM
The real question is, do you still sleep with people who you hate? :wink:
By definition, yes. But that doesn't mean I don't LIKE them.
How the hell can you hate someone but like them?
Hate them personally, but like them physically? Vat?
Like is not on the same scale as love or hate.
The opposites of love and hate are indifference.
The opposite of like is dislike.
The difference is, the "love scale" goes from love to hate to indifference, with the zero point being hostility
The "Like" scale goes from like to indifference to dislike. They share a common point at indifference, but that's about it.
Ergo, though I hate conservativism, for example, I have many conservative friends. I hate them and everything they stand for, but I can still LIKE them, even to the point of being friends with them.