The Not Happy Thread

Nicely realistic balzac. It's even got one slighly bigger than the other. What does part A look like?

 

Google etsy willy warmer and you'll see.

 

How the khell does that stay on when it's cold enough to wear it?

 

Perhaps you could ask for one with a little belt?

 

Would wear it if it stays on.

 

Staplegun

 

Staples don't hold in ice.

 

Well there are plenty of people who would take that route.

Me personally would opt for something less drastic.

 

To your drasticles...

 

Following on from my post on TMW.
I had made the decision to not read it, and then of course, I did. Should've stuck with the first decision!
So the ever intriguing piece of post was "I hope that you are very well and happy. Just to let you know, no pressure, that Gran will be 90 in March. I know she'd love to hear from you in some way." She even had the gall to put my Gran's contact information!
FFS! Well I have a newsflash for you: She won't. Ever! I don't give a damn if she turns 100. I blame her and that stirrer of an uncle for this debacle. I'm convinced they cooked it up between them. They have a history of such things.

 

My foot has been killing me more and more lately and I'm back to sleeping with a "brace" on it again. I know it's good for me and there was clear improvements, but it's annoying and I don't want it

 

I learned yesterday that Vic Mignona, a voice actor I'm pretty find of for his work, was sacked over allegations made online. The Quartering investigated them and said there's no evidence other than allegations on social media and a hashtag.

This bothers me because it sounds like another Tim Hunt scenario where someone has attributed malice to something where there is none. He was recorded speaking about it and aside from crying, he struck me more like some of the boys with autism that I see every day. Some struggle with changing their behaviour for different situations and audiences.

 

I'd put this in FWW but for it being a direct failure of Sam Vimes Boot Theory.

My Allen Edmonds are going all "one horse shay" on me after two-and-a-half years. The Oxfords blew a hole on the sole, and I just discovered that the inside heel counter on my boots is shot. Dunno if that's even fixable.

$700 on two pair of shoes that die or are grievously wounded in under three years, in a >10 rotation is not saving money dammit.

 

My tablet appears to have crapped out on me in mid-browse. Suddenly the touchscreen isn't working. Hard reboot, no help.

Like I've got a few hundred extra dollars sloshing around after the financial debacles of 2018...

 

The battery on my antique iPad2 is about done. It takes a full shift at work to go from a 70% charge to 90%. I can get a new one on amazon for about $25, but it won’t install itself and I’m smart enought to know better than to try putting it in myself.

 

So somehow, in the course of checking my morning email, I managed to put an almost invisible crack from top to bottom of my tablet screen. It's not a CrApple, so it'll be harder to get repaired, may have to take it to the factory service center.

On the other hand, the battery is getting shit anyway, about three years old...

Why can my students run around with screens on their phones that are visibly shattered yet still work fine, yet mine develops a tiny crack from I don't even know what and it's fucked?

 

That sucks.
I hope you can get it fixed.

My phone is so old that if it ran the interwebz
it would probably have a heart attack and die.

Maybe it is time to make the switch?

 

Quick research shows that a screen replacement would be about 400 bucks. A new tablet? Six or seven hundred.

The question is, which data is on the tablet, and which is backed up?

Fuck.

 

Wow, that is quite the conundrum.
Seems you are in a Catch-22 sitch there sir.

 

Should have invested in that there cryptocurrency when you had the chance.

 

Indeed...I coulda got in at 19,000!

 

Factory Refurb is cheapo if you choose an earlier model. Should last til you save the righteous bucks.

 

I hate delegating.

 

My biggest fear is someone living in my apartment without my knowledge. Like this. So I got more freaked out than I should when I woke up tucked in under a throw blanket. The same throw blanket that was tossed over to Lost side of the bed in the middle of the night when I got too warm (I'm a very cold person so I go to sleep wrapped in a throw blanket under the duvet). So I know that there's no one else here (not even a ghost) and if there was they wouldn't tuck me in when I'm asleep, but it was just so neatly done that I couldn't have done it in my sleep... I'll... just go check all closets now...

Truth is I'm just a stressed out mess today. I'm stressing over traveling this weekend and over my unemployment.

It wasn't helped by the Jehovas Witnesses ringing my doorbell which also scared me more than it should've - or that weird kid that taunted my when I was on my way home from the job center. Except for making weird noises at me when I passed by - he was turning as I walked past and every time I looked his way he was staring at me. As I gained some distance, and crossed the road, I looked back again (anyone who knows me knows I'm scared of children, so I wanted to make sure this hell spawn wasn't following me) and he was still staring at me. He flipped me of and started walking the opposite direction.

Sorry for rambling - I'm just feeling half insane and really out of it today.