The Not Happy Thread

It was well-written. Small consolation I know, but at least there's that.

I don't envy you the deaths, but I do envy you the cats. I haven't had one in nearly twenty years, since I moved here. "No Pets" clauses are pretty much standard

 

It was OK in the end! I got a lot of confidence back after I found a lollipop in my cupboard, so I gave her that instead. And, as I said, she's one of the nicest girls in the year, so she completely understood - she even came and found me to tell me what a nice lolly it was!

 

'Death is part of life,' Mat Suckercheek 2017 [Twitter]. The hardest part is behaving all wise-appropriate with one's lady friend (woman).

'I'm sure it's what he would have wanted...[doh] Maybe the change of diet stuck in his tiny throat and he choked on turkey remnants? [doh] You know, he loved you so much, you were the apple of his eye, the moon to his stars, rainbow in his skipping smile, yes, yes...'

'You think so..?

'Yis, definitely, perhaps I might acquire you a Shetland pony, honey?'

'Oh, my love...'

'For the mantelpiece.'

'Eh?'

'The fireplace...'

'Eh!'

...

Anyway, you'll get your cats...in the end...I say a couple of chickens also, two dogs, and a monkey for conversation, little brass necklace and a stand. I'd feed him peanuts.

 

Oh, and one final wail. Having endured the most horrific manual occupation since 25 September I have acquired the figure of a 19 year old woman, slender like a Gulag prisoner, probably dying.

However, have now learned to dig, drive a roller, & banned from all other site machinery including gators. God bless the snow, no construction in snow conditions, hah hah, they never thought of that one, the pricks.

Urgently require [new] cerebral position to elevate self back into middle classes, thinking fisherman for the Spring. Strange how life shadows the course of Hemingway, Orwell, TS Eliot, Chegwin.

 

I have no idea what anyone is talking about.

I looked forward to my nice dinner date all day, but then my much anticipated seafood plate just tasted off. The crab and the lobster both. I figured it wasn't likely they were both starting to go bad so it must just be me. So I didn't send it back but didn't eat it, either. But now I'm thinking of course they were both starting to go bad, I do not have oral hallucinations.

 

You never fail to amuse and baffle, but I suggest you let that poor starving 19 year old girl go, no matter how much you admire her figure...

 

Things always seem worse in the middle of the night.

 

I don't know if this is happy, since there are only seven working days left of it, or not happy, since it's been going on for a fucking month, but the cryptocurrency cult at my work is driving me batshit crazy.

Most of us arrive at least 45 minutes early for work. We get fifteen minutes between classes (about eight if you count the travel time to and from the classroom) and an hour for lunch each day. And in every

single

minute

of every

single

day

for the last month, they've been jabbering on and on about various cryptocurrencies. The worst thing is, they're convinced that with no prior experience in the markets, they're sage fucking investors who are going to wind up brazillionaires soon, but every single piece of data in their little circle jerk each day comes from the top five google search results for "bitcoin" or "cryptocurrency." And not the ones by major investment banks, the ones by (invented site) cryptorulez.org or buybitcoincheep.co.kp.

I never, ever thought I'd utter these words, but I'm close to saying "Hey, Joe, got any new pics of the kids? And Chad, didn't the Gotham Wifebeaters play superbly against the Metropolis Racists in that game of Sportsball last night?"

Vacation starts on the twenty-second...

 

I think I understand in part the saying: Hell is other people.
So on a few points, it makes one want to put a bullet in one's
head to escape those things that make the saying on point.

 

Please don't. We likes our Cave Troll.

 

I don't intend to, it is just an observation. Chances are some maniac
will do just a fine a job, and that will be much more surprising.

 

Whenever you see public articles saying "Buy, buy, buy" it's because the people writing them already invested and want to make their money off the schlubs who have to read articles to know how to invest.

You know, the last time I handled bitcoins I bought about £100 worth, which was 6.8 coins. If I'd held onto them instead of buying narcotics that today would be worth almost £100k. Does anyone seriously not think this is a bubble?

 

I keep reading articles about Cat Person even nothing is annoying me more right now than articles about Cat Person. That and the fact that I can't get to sleep, anyway.

 

Yeah, but the Wifebeaters just signed Muchachos, and you know well Muchachos can handle the ol' sportsydealie.

 

Abso-fucking-lutely!

 

@Cave Troll

There's 'hell is other people,' and then, I think - attributed to JP Sartre - 'hell is other people at breakfast.'

 

There's a thread about this on another forum I frequent, and I've noticed the same phenomenon - people who have no clue what they're doing talking like they're seasoned investors. I noticed when somebody asked what "mining" was in a Bitcoin context, all of the pseudo-experts mysteriously missed the question...

 

It's funny how the latest craze effects investments like that. Like "ha ha" funny, not just weird. Because they make out like it's so scientific and clever but in the end it's just gambling. Literally just gambling. And to see people flocking to it is like seeing people at the roulette table saying "Well 25 is really fashionable right now..."

The best thing I ever heard about BitCoin (and from someone speaking at DefCon who knows his shit about this stuff) was this:

"I had someone explain bitcoin to me in a bar last night. I thought he was joking. So we just pulled some numbers out of the air and called it a currency? Excellent."

 

The best thing is that bitcoin is actually worse than that. It costs so much money to mine coins, like thousands in electricity alone. So not even the people are creating the new coins are making much money. The only people who've made a dime are speculators.

It's funny though, because all these hedgefunds and stuff have bought into something that's only reasonable purpose is to buy drugs with.

 

There is a well known saying in financial circles - "Who even cares? It's not your money!"