We’ve been using it since it came available to test, and is such a lovely change from before. The check out system is so much cleaner than the old locked out of account while someone in the family is playing.
Whatever, I don’t exist.
We’ve been using it since it came available to test, and is such a lovely change from before. The check out system is so much cleaner than the old locked out of account while someone in the family is playing.
Looks good!
I had the Odyssey (with overlays). Regret giving it to a collector before I moved continents, I’d love to get it hooked up and working!
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.
I’m at the point where I no longer actively engage with hobby communities, I might join one and lurk (search for my answers without engaging the community). Unfortunately, they always seem to be cliquish, judgemental, and overly toxic, with moderation/admin who’s are either complicit or actively adding to the bad barrel.
Once in a while I find a gem worth engaging with, and it can turn a passing glance of an interest into something worth lifting up.
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.
A few. Most recent is my neighbour.
245948 - buhbye!
I don’t actually want to be nomadic, I’d love nothing more than to have a group of gaming friends that lasts. Inevitably, each time finding a new group gets harder.
I have no support network, No real social group either. I am for all intent and purpose a ghost. My opinions don’t matter, my presence isn’t wanted. No one notices when I leave.
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!