The Not Happy Thread

Please may you stop writing so big It hurts my eyes

 

Dunno about you, but I'm old, large fonts are fine with my no-line bifocals.

 

I've been told. Sorry.

 

@big soft moose: You had me at "wank puffin."

 

Just dropping in to say this is one of the many reasons I love Scrivener so very much. On-screen font/font-size has nothing at all to do with output font. I can work on-screen at a nice 18/20 point Georgia that's very easy on these circa 1970 eyes, and the output is always a 12 point Courier. Always.

Now, back to your regularly scheduled program.

 

Wait, @Wreybies has trouble with small font?

Guys, I think I just found a loophole where we can say anything we want now!

 

This is also why Wreybies uses a 42" screen as his monitor.

 

I really miss them. I know I did the right thing because the job itself was getting me down but boy, I really didn't anticipate how much I would miss my guys.

New crew are nice and all, but I just can't see having the same kind of relationship with them.

 

picky, picky, picky - I always use this font, deal with it.

 

From my experience, the closer they are to your face, the bigger they appear.
We are talking about computer screens, right?

 

So I've heard. Thankfully, I've never had to pick one over the other.

Just.... wide open, man.

 

*fans face with hand feigning a case of the vapours*

 

I'm glad a mod is participating in leading this little innuendo festival.

 

It's all fun and games until someone wakes up with coyote arm.

 

Do I want to know what Coyote Arm is?

 

You don't know coyote arm? When you come to wake up from a one night stand and would prefer to gnaw your own arm off rather than risk waking up the person you tricked with. It implies some sort of spooning action where your limb is caught beneath the other person and that beer goggles were very much in play the night before. It's a rather complex visual metaphor, admittedly. It also requires one to know that coyotes will gnaw off a limb in desperation to escape a trap. Yeah... coyote arm. That's an old one. Maybe it's too old.

 

I'm familiar with the concept, but I'm not sure I've heard that term. Maybe I have. I can't know these things. Years of drug and alcohol abuse tend to have a negative impact on the old memory.

 

Chiiiiiild, you ain't tellin' me nuthin' I don't know already know. During my protracted college years I did everything there was to do that didn't require a needle and got thank-you cards from weed cartels around the holidays.

... le sigh.

To swing this thread back on track, the derail of which I admit wholeheartedly to having caused, I just cannot hear about one more death this year. I just can't. I know that each of these loses is a genuine, human loss somewhere in the world for the people that called this person family, but the people I'm talking about are the people of which my sense of cultural interconnectedness were constructed, the musicians who sang the songs that are the soundtrack of my life, the actors who played the iconic roles I gushed over and took dates to see as we held hands in the dark of the theater, happy to be with one another. No, this year isn't 1665. It's not the plague or the Black Death, but I'm just frustrated to know of this loss, to feel like I'm going to grow old without them as Hollywood or Rock & Roll royalty. When I heard Joni Mitchell had fallen ill earlier this year, I panicked. Now I'm panicking even more, knowing the Grim Reaper is upon the land and he is rapacious and unquenchable.

 

I thought you used that big monitor to do over the internet gyno exams.