The Not Happy Thread

@Iain Aschendale my condolences, thinking of you.

@Lemie that sounds painful, the bus comment was something I lived with until I moved to London so I can empathize.

I forget that when my boyfriend has a big expenditure on his hands he really goes big or goes home. We're at Camera World Live and we got a good deal on a graded Nikon D750, which he'd been eyeing on and off since June, and now he's bought everything to go with it (two memory cards, spare battery, strap, and backpack).

 

His lenses are future proofed so I half expected him to shelf the old camera when we get home, because his gear outside the sensor and a viewfinder part are in good nick, and memory cards because his old one pre-dates SD cards, but I was not expecting straps and bags to be in the equation.

 

Oh, just everything. And Sudoko is super hard.

 

I've been eyeing the Hasselblad H series, for a while now. You should be glad he doesn't fancy medium format.

Well, if I have any advice at this time, it's that Sudoku just isn't worth it.

 

I feel delirious, but still I have to go in to work today. I don't have a fever, and even if I did, I'd still have to go into work. I'm in this weird funk where I want to write, but I don't want to write, and I'm not sure what I want to write about. I got one paragraph done for a new chapter and then my brain just stopped. I have to go brush my teeth now.

 

He got a D300 nearing 10 years ago, but he has this roller coaster of emotions when it comes to big spends. First he'll look to do the whole works, then he'll regret the price, maybe a couple of back and forths before he settles again.

The whole kit cost more than what I earn in a month, but he reckons it is safe to say that it would've been more if we waited. With Brexit and the exchange rates getting worse for the sterling, it's only gonna go up for some time.

 

Lol, we'd need to exchange our money first, and therein is the problem.

That said, I've got some Canadian dollars from a trip years ago that I forgot to cash in, better convert it.

 

That's probably not going to get you much more for your money.

 

@Lemie that sounds painful, the bus comment was something I lived with until I moved to London so I can empathize.

I used to live 15 minutes away - by bike. Now it's almost an hour with buss! It sucks, but hopefully I'll be able to get a hold of an apartment soon. It'll be around 20 minutes by train, but they go more frequent than the buses out in Nowhere.

ETA
I somehow messed up the quote... and now it looks like I'm talking to myself. WIN!

 

Condolences from me, too.

 

Ouch! Here's hoping you feel much, much better.

 

I survived with only three bruises and no concussion, I'd say things are good now

 

Americans, I thank you not for inflicting Impractical Jokers on us. I don't watch it, obviously, but the trailers for it run on ComedyCentral EVERY SINGLE ad break. It's not funny, and the way they literally fall on the floor laughing at their antics makes me want to spit.

And the show has been going for... what? Seven years? Why the hell does no one recognise them when they're turning their pranks on the 'unsuspecting' public??

 

I’m feeling very convicted. I hope this doesn’t come across as completely pompous, but a friend of mine just shared with me her sister’s blog. She honestly isn’t a great writer. Her prose was riddled with grammatical errors and exhibited an elementary understanding of the language. Her message was conveyed, nonetheless.

I kept thinking to myself, “Wow. How brave and strong and admirable a woman she must be to share her work so vulnerably—to give up her life’s work in order to focus on the thing which empassions her so.”

I’m jealous and I’m kicking myself for being so crippled by perfectionism. I don’t think I’ll ever be as brave as the author of that blog post.

 

Under-singing, muted singing... not sure what the proper name for the style is, or even if there is one, but I'm referring to the type of singers prevalent today who perform songs by essentially talking (sorry mumbling) their lyrics rather than a singing them.

It's typical of the modern 'anyone can do anything' attitude. What we used to consider crap and incompetent artists (of any form) are now seen as 'quirky' and 'different' or 'having their own style'.

Example. I can't tell a fucking word he's saying!



Another example

 

Sounds like me when I forget the words to God Save the Queen.

 

Me in a church, being polite.

 

What he said.

 

This is why I never go to church.

Also, if I did go to church, I doubt I could be polite. And I'm a very polite person.

 

Friend's wedding.

That's the only occasion I'd go though, and I'm polite out of respect for the friend, not the institution.

 

Whoops, funerals too, same reason.

 

"I can't tell a fucking word he's saying!"

My father used to say that a lot. Of course he was talking about Slayer, Archangel and King Diamond.