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Yeah, they're pretty funny. Sex in general has always seemed a little absurd to me.

This has not necessarily been a popular opinion with girlfriends, however.

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I can imagine Kroms in bed with a lady, right before intercourse going 'Hey, have ever really thought about what you're doing? Kinda silly, right?'

Ha, I do agree though! Sex is entirely weird/hilarious/revolting from a certain perspective.

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How much of this is because of Valentines?

Oh Valentines, you shitty celebration of love. In Motherland the concept of Valentine's Day was introduced in the 60s to increase sales of flowers, jewelry and other high-end products. And unless you are a Catholic stuck in time somehow, the day shouldn't mean much to you.

Anyway, I intend to drink Rye with my girl and perhaps catch a movie. I resigned to peer-pressure :getmecoat

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[Rant pants on]

Oh Xmas, you shitty celebration. In Motherland the concept of Xmas Day was morphed into a "present giving" tradition in order to boost sales. Unless you are a Christian stuck in time somehow, the day shouldn't mean much to you.

Anyway, I intend to buy a few small presents for my friends and family this year. I resigned to peer-pressure :getmecoat

You see what I did there?

We live in a culture where Valentine's Day means something. If you can't be arsed to do something nice for your significant other on this day, or you complain about having to do something nice for your partner, you're not making a stand against "The Man", you're being an arse. Why? Because your refusal to play ball hurts your significant other more than it hurts The Man.

Just like some moaning about having to buy presents for their family on Xmas.

Ugh. If I have to be single on Valentine's Day, I shouldn't have to listen to people with partners moaning about it.

[Rant pants off]

Edited by ThunderPeel2001

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This has been a fascinating day at the office. No less than three people have been completely stressed out because of Valentine's day, all of which would have been so easy to prevent.

First there was a woman at the office who had agreed with her boyfriend not to do anything for Valentine. Well, surpise, he announced there was something special waiting for her when she came home. Thus she spent her day completely anxious and guilt-ridden for not having gotten him anything.

The two others probably only just remembered they really should do something and went on a frantic hunt for chocolate hearts they're still on now. Their motivation is obviously not based on love for their partner, but a deep feeling of obligation, the opposite of what this should be.

All cases are pathetic. Valentine isn't meant to be a trap to get caught in, it's a day where you can do something small for a person you love. Don't do big things, just do something nice and do it from the heart. Even if you think it's just a commercial thing, take the fucking opportunity to do something. Don't scramble at the last moment for the wrong reasons, and don't announce that you're not going to do anything. Jeeeeeeeeepers.

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Doing something out of obligation or guilt isn't totally bad, Rodi. At least it shows you care about the other person's feelings... If you didn't care at all, then that's bad, IMO.

In other, non-Valentine's Day, exciting news... I fixed my expensive MX Revolution mouse, with Logitech had told me was unrepairable, with a bit of Contact Spray, saving myself $70 :tup:

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[Rant pants on]

We live in a culture where Valentine's Day means something. If you can't be arsed to do something nice for your significant other on this day, or you complain about having to do something nice for your partner, you're not making a stand against "The Man", you're being an arse. Why? Because your refusal to play ball hurts your significant other more than it hurts The Man.

Just like some moaning about having to buy presents for their family on Xmas.

Ugh. If I have to be single on Valentine's Day, I shouldn't have to listen to people with partners moaning about it.

[Rant pants off]

I should have clarified, we are taking a stand against "The Man" together. She cares for Valentine's about as much as I do. She's coming over soon and we'll toast each other, play some Chess, and gently go to sleep.

What I react against is how artificial the celebration is, I feel disingenuous doing nice things on this day.

And I'm not above giving her gifts when I find something I know she will like or when I feel the need to buy myself out of guilt. Or above doing something nice if my SO feels that this day is important.

And I'm sorry you are alone today, perhaps I was inconsiderate and showy whining like this. If so, I apologize. I'd probably feel bad about it too if somebody reminded me about it, I'm not that strong.

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So in my efforts to leave my increasingly shitty job (good friend of mine got fired without cause on Saturday morning, in the latest news), I applied at a Starbucks out of desperation. They interviewed me today, and decided to offer me a supervisor job right off rather than start me at the bottom. Pays almost as much as I'm making now, plus they'll cover some of my tuition as part of their corporate policy. Because they're not starting me at the bottom though, I'll need a second interview with the district manager before they can officially offer me the job. On top of everything else, the place is four blocks from my house. I can think of far worse ways to spend the next year and a half while I finish my degree. I'm still sad as hell about what happened to the theatre, but I think I feel ok about this. At least I'm landing on my feet.

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Oooh, I'm not sure if you're hipster enough to work at Starbucks... sorry to break this to you.

I'm going to go on a limb and congratulate you anyway.

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Sweet, I'll come over and demand free coffees. Finally being on this forum pays off!

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Can you smuggle me out a bunch of those Tazo Chai concentrate tetra bricks? Those things are the shit and for some reason taste different from the concentrate you can buy at the store.

Also: Our wedding anniversary is the 13th of Feb so we just sort of bundle Valentmangs in with it. No-one has complained yet.

Oh, hey, something funny! Last week, a man who has been working with me for five years asked me how my daughter was. Keen observers will recall that I do not have any children and do not want any children.

I had three possible options to deal with this situation:

1) Violent stabbing

2) Exclaiming “Argh! I forgot to pick her up from nursery last week!” and running out of the room

3) Apologizing to him, followed by 3 hours of self-loathing.

CAN YOU GUESS WHICH OPTION I CHOSE?

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2 would be the one I'd go for. Maybe not nursery though. Something like pretending I'd left her locked in the car for a week.

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There's no chance you went for 4) CLASSIFIED, which your evil OCP boss reveals later on to be "Saying 'actually, I don't have a daughter' and accepting his apology", is there?

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So in two and a half weeks I'm going to undergo a bit o' surgery. I've been lead to believe that it's not anything major and nothing will go wrong. I trust this doctor, she's been my doctor since the moment I stopped seeing a pediatrician and she has yet to lead me astray. I am still fucking terrified. So I've gone with the policy of "I don't want to know the names of what you're doing to me, I don't really care what the (odds) risks are, just shove a bunch of shit in my back and let me do more than hobble around again." So far everyone I've met, from doctors to the anesthesiologist has been more than kind enough to follow this simple rule. I don't really look forward to my projected in-bed recovery time of nearly a month (they tell me they're high-balling to avoid making mistakes, sure jack uh-huh) but hey, if I can walk and run and generally bend over again, I'm all fucking for it. Fuck hospitals though.

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Sounds like there's something serious with your back. Life-long problem or recent accident?

Anyway, as long as your surgeon isn't Dr. Spaceman, you should be fine.

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Construction accident a few years back where-in I got to experience what I'm sure is the nigh-unique pleasure of steel rebar inside my body. It was uncomfortable, and now contorting my back in any way is incredibly painful. Which, with my low pain tolerance is a fucking blast. There's also the whole "using a cane at 27" thing, but if all goes well by the time I'm 28 I won't need to.

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Feeling a little down [sadface].

One of my house-mates is moving back to Aus tomorrow, so I doubt I'll see her for at least a year. I know I've only lived here for 3 months, but this is the best group of people I've ever lived with. Last weekend we planned a surprise for her in York and ended up getting into the Travel Lodge between 3 and 5 am. Then did it all again the next night.

Though I'm really happy for her, getting back into Uni and gets to see all her family and friends. Plus we are planning to visit East Asia sometime in 2013 to catch up as another house-mate is going travelling in a few months.

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Construction accident a few years back where-in I got to experience what I'm sure is the nigh-unique pleasure of steel rebar inside my body. It was uncomfortable, and now contorting my back in any way is incredibly painful. Which, with my low pain tolerance is a fucking blast. There's also the whole "using a cane at 27" thing, but if all goes well by the time I'm 28 I won't need to.

Ouch! You're certain to miss that classy 'House MD' vibe you have going now walking around with a sexy cane though, once you're better again. Good luck in any case!

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Totally down with DaisyDaisy re: valentines day. Both of us feel the same, and it wasn't anything special. As for the feelings it's supposed to engender, ('do something nice for your partner'), they tend to happen spontaneousy anyway at random times. Fuck the commercialisation of it.

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Construction accident a few years back where-in I got to experience what I'm sure is the nigh-unique pleasure of steel rebar inside my body. It was uncomfortable, and now contorting my back in any way is incredibly painful. Which, with my low pain tolerance is a fucking blast. There's also the whole "using a cane at 27" thing, but if all goes well by the time I'm 28 I won't need to.

Holy shit. I hope the cane is gone soon, then. Good luck! :tup:

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Subbes! No, my earlier comment is something unrelated to Valentine's Day. I used to be fairly terrified of sex (I'd go pale in bio class and stuff), then got comfortable with it and now it amuses me.

Fuck hospitals though.

On the other hand, you can get a shitload of reading done.

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