Seems it was 6 days ago that I last felt like this. IDK if that's good or bad. Fucking sucks either way. To my mind, I should have a reason if I feel like punching something, yet I have nadda.
I can't respond to this in a reasonable way right now, so I'm gonna leave it. I understand the sentiment was meant to be nice, but...ugh.
You're right of course. I wouldn't be upset with the critique group though if I had actually gotten critique. What I got was not really worth going in that it was only two comma placement sugestions. Sometimes less from other group members. Just frustrated with lack of comments really. But thank you for the advice. It's appreciated.
Just heard the news today that Telltale Games is shutting down. As someone who's not only been playing Telltale games for a long time but has also been part of the forum's community for four years, this hurts like hell. Made a lot of decent friends there and now with me finishing high school soon it's like a part of my childhood is dying.
The bf and I had to decide not to go to a games day with some of his former colleagues due to a cold that leaves you with enough brain fog he called in sick on Friday. If my own headiness is the same thing, the silver lining is that I won't have to tomorrow as long as the brain fog only affects me today.
Hang on... they don't have a scale at the register? So you, like, weigh the cucumber elsewhere and then tell the cashier how much it weighs? Like the produce honor system? That's the dumbest shit I've heard all day.
We had that system at a grocery store when I lived in another state. You had to wait in line for the produce guy to weigh and tag your produce then go to the register. It sucked.
On Saturdays the produce weighing line wound around the store. It was ridiculous. Aside from that it was a fully modern supermarket for its time in the mid 90's.
When I was a kid there were scales in the produce section of the supermarket my mother used. You'd weigh it, tell the machine what kind of produce it was and it would print the barcode for that product and weight. Nowadays the self serve has a scale built in so you set the fruit down and do the same thing. Less printing.
I hate the flu. It makes me feel like I'm 90 something. I end up moaning and groaning when I try to stand up like some ham-acted geriatric. My immune system needs to kill this bugger off quickly or it's going to have some serious explaining to do. I feed it vitamins and do my daily exercise, so it's got no excuses for lolly gagging!
I've been tired for one month straight now despite sleeping 8+ hours every night. I want to be productive but don't feel like doing anything. I can't wait to got back to sleep...
Yeah, every store I've ever been to here has a flat black scale pressure pad they would weight fruits and vegetables on themselves right there. It works quite neatly and you can't really cheat that. Doing it yourself or having one the mentioned one separate guy both seem unecessadily inconvenient.
Yuuup! Only Lidl* has a scale at the register. Everywhere else you weigh and tag it yourself and if you forget you either run to the closest scale (which in a supermarket could be a mile away, well, not literally, but it's usually fucking far) or leave the veggie to the cashier and consequently, leave the shop without your cucumber. I actually went to Lidl afterwards to get my damn cucumber. *Don't know if you have those in the States, probably not, but it's like a German Walmart
We have several of them where I live, but they're nothing like the European Lidls. I can't imagine having to tag a piece of fruit or a vegetable, though. I'm glad my registers have a scale.
The only named store I remember from Germany is the KaDeWe. In 1991 my friend Jessica took me shopping there for the right gear to fit in at the Linientreu. Fred Perry twin tipped polo (I bought a red one and a white one) and a pair of Witboy jeans. I already had the Docs. That was the de rigueur uniform for the club.
I just spent the better part of... well, probably only a minute staring at that trying to figure out what sort of ship T.S. was, or if it was a poetic Shatner reference, or... It's zero dark thirty here, and as a military man, I'm sure you'll understand that I hate that movie for stealing the phrase as much as anything else.