Open Bar MMXIV^2: Solace of Quantum

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

You are all gonna get so sick of seeing me post all over this bitch all fucking day long!

[Cain]

Packing shit for travelling.  I'll be on for a couple more hours, but that aside, I wont be back until Friday evening.

[Doktor Howl]

You are all gonna get so sick of seeing me post all over this bitch all fucking day long!

Won't.

[Junkenstein]

Cain, Enjoy the trip, and congrats on the uni acceptance.


Currently writing out my resignation from this shithole. It's time to go home.

[Doktor Howl]

Cain, Enjoy the trip, and congrats on the uni acceptance.


Currently writing out my resignation from this shithole. It's time to go home.

Right on.  Nobody gets paid enough for that shit.

[Junkenstein]

The only difficult decision is whether to make it effective immediately or work my notice.

Everything cancelled and re-directed here, should have my shit packed by the end of tomorrow.

Seriously, fuck these people. I have never, NEVER met such glee in idiocy of all fucking flavours. I feel like the guy from Se7en interacting with this bullshit.


I've had just over a year here. Away from my Wife, Cats, Dog, Library and cave.

Fuck it, Fuck them. I am going home.


On a lighter note, and more upbeat, thank fuck for this board and you guys. It's good to know I'm stupid, but at least thanks to you lot I'm fairly sure I'm not (total) scum.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Cain, Enjoy the trip, and congrats on the uni acceptance.


Currently writing out my resignation from this shithole. It's time to go home.

YES. Get the hell out of there!

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Youre good peeps senor junkenstein.

I get to meet someone with the female variant of my name (not anglicized though). Shes going to be over from ireland for summer work with us. Niece of a coworker. Another coworker seemed to need to give me the heads up that shes beautiful.  Shes also not old enough to drink in the us and i have a girlfriend anyway.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Off work. It is fucking hot outside. Hiding indoors with Pepsi and a fan. I think I woke up in Tucson. It's only a matter of time before the sand fleas and javalinas replace the stray cats and dogs.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Theres an idea in there that i might play with later pizza.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Go to town. Just don't go outside.

[Don Coyote]

Order two fencing longswords, probably should have done this during the quarter so they would have been here for the summer.
Now onto figuring out the brand of fencing jacket to get.

[Cain]

Reading about the murder of Alois Estermann.

Not sure about the motives for murder (though I am currently finishing up on City of Secrets, cited at the bottom), but I am getting the impression that the Swiss Guard couldn't protect the Pope from a choir boy, let alone a determined assassin.  In fact, they seem so perfectly useless I'm forced to wonder if they are not in fact a decoy regiment, designed to get people looking in the wrong direction, while some even more secretive branch of the Catholic Church actually defends the Pope.

But most likely not.  The Swiss Guard are apparently very good at two things: standing on sentry duty for hours at a time, and operating antique weaponry banned by most other military forces for being more dangerous to its operator than the enemy.  Not allowed too near the Pope.  Not allowed crowd control equipment.  Not allowed to carry arms near the Pope.  Not allowed to move around to neutralize potential threats or even infiltrate the crowd.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

The subdivision pays for a lawn care crew to come on Tuesdays and accidentally everyone's lawn. They've been here since 8 am.

Right now they're racing their stand-on mower behemoths down the street and blocking traffic. They almost took out the neighbor's Scottish Terrier. My money's on the blue mower. So far they've only dinged one light pole and two mailboxes. Shit, this is the most exciting thing I've seen all day!

GO BLUE GO!!!

Red mower is on the side of the street with the extra tar bits and it's bogging the mower down because the tar is peeling right up off the road. But he's speeding up, 40 mph-ish.

GO BLUE GO!!!

Oh shit, they almost hit the kids crossing the street to get to the pool.

Neck and neck . . .

BLUE MOWER WON! BLUE MOWER WON!!!!!!!!

And now he's puking in the grass.

Well done, Blue Mower Man. Well done.

[East Coast Hustle]

You're correct, of course. It's just that there are social complications that go along with me showing up at the 5 Point and I'm not sure I'm in the right head space for that. On the other hand, sometimes the wrong head space IS the right head space for that.

I really just want to go to sleep.

I really just want some decent tea.

I really just want a job where I'm not egregiously underpaid to fix everyone else's mistakes including my bosses'.

I really just want the people I look up to to stop dropping dead on me.

I really just want to sing a duet with the St. Johns bridge.

I really just want to win at something that matters.

I really just want to go out on my porch and put two hot ones in my juggalo neighbor's face the next time he starts screaming at his wife.

I really just want to be more Stringer than Avon, but I never will be because when it comes down to it I'm more McNulty than either of them anyway and it wouldn't matter because the inevitable end is the same either way.

I really just want to divorce myself from the tyranny of the ground beneath my feet.

I really just want to get in my explorer and drive down there at the kind of speed that only ever ends in tragedy and wake you from a dead sleep and tell you I was wrong and can't we just hit rewind and skip back past all the ugly stupid shit we did and said and start again from that day we sang karaoke until our voices gave out and then went back to my place and collapsed in a sweaty heap of gin and smeared mascara?

I really really REALLY just want to get some sleep.

Listen, mister. You're starting to sound awful familiar, and I have a suspicion that when you wax poetic your head is getting really dirty inside, and not in a good way.

As a lifelong insomniac and master of sleep disorders, I have found this shit that is fucking amazing. I've mentioned it before, but I'll mention it again just in case. Two pills; 5-HTP (I take 100 mg, you'll probably need 200 mg because you're a giant) and 400 mg SAM-e. They aren't cheap, you can expect to pay $40/month for them even if you get them cheap online, and twice as much at local stores, but they work. One of each every morning. Unlike benzos (which I was on before, that or drink myself to sleep, or both) it's safe to drink while you're on them and they don't fuck up your dream cycle.

I take them in the morning and during the day I'm less neurotic, and at night I go to sleep and then, MIRACLE OF FUCKING MIRACLES, I usually stay asleep until morning. I've never experienced such a thing in my entire life. This is why you no longer see the 2 and 3 am posts from me anymore.

You're right, of course. The inside of my head looks like Enki's dorm room right now. And I'm kind of sick of pot, which is what I've usually used to knock the insomnia into submission. There's a really good vitamin & supplement store a block away so I'm'a go see if they have that stuff. Thanks for the tip. I try to keep the real drugs strictly for recreational abuse so benzos weren't an appealing option.