The Not Happy Thread

This sounds like when Ivy League schools started allowing C students in (hello Dubya!) because they found that when they only allowed the Best and the Brightest onto the new grading curve, the ones who found themselves suddenly cast into the role of class dummy had a bad habit of ending up swinging from the shower curtain rod.

 

Mrs. A and I visited Australia... a long time ago. Fifteen years? Anyway, I had a Aussie coworker and before we went I asked him for any general tips. He'd worked for a booze distributor in Australia before coming to Japan and he told us to bring our customs limit in hard liquor before we went. A 700 (?)ml bottle of Baileys was about 1600 Japanese yen (maybe $15USD) at the time. It was over 30 Aussie dollars, around twice the Japanese price. We paid bar prices (for domestic Japanese beer in Japan) for supermarket (domestic Australian beer [XXXX springs to mind, and that was on the cheaper end of the spectrum]) beer.

Yeah, that's one thing I didn't enjoy about my time there. Other than that, positive feelings all around, but I just dunno how your young people pick up such a tolerance so quickly

 

Feels good to be writing regularly. But I still feel like an outcast on this forum.

 

Writers are supposed to feel like outcasts, at least some of the time. It contributes to our compelling mysterious creative loner personae.

Good on you for writing regularly.

 

Still... some sense of familiarity would feel nice.

 

Apologies if you've answered this above, but there's a lot of posts on this thread.
Why?

 

I love you bro

 

no homo btw

 

I'm currently unhappy over the state of my books. I just genuinely want people to like my fantasy stories so I want to post for feedback.

They're already published so I'm not sure where to post without self-promotion.

 

So yesterday after work I made myself a tall glass of chocolate milk (because at heart I'm still basically a four-year-old, but I know how to make it myself now), sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV, and put the glass on the kotatsu coffee table. When I leaned back my ponytail hit the back of the sofa, so I pulled the ponytail holder off and casually flipped it towards the table.

Where it landed dead center in my glass of chocolate milk.

I still drank it, it's only my own head cooties, but still, a complete three-point swish.

 

Flavoured milk is the best drink, but this reminds me of a scene from Friends where Chandler’s making chocolate milk and asks Ross if he want some. “No, thanks,” he replies. “Why not?” says Chandler. “Because I’m twenty-nine.”

It’s funnier when watching it, as long as you’re a fan of the show, but I suspect it’s more popular here now, than maybe it ever was in the US.

 

I’m posting this is the Not Happy thread only because we don’t have a F***ing Pissed thread. Somehow the Notepad app on my phone got deleted. All my notes are gone; years of research for different stories, plotlines, character sketches, outline details, all of it and no way to get it back. I have other stuff in programs on my laptop, but still, shit.

 

So what has you feeling like an outcast?

 

Jesus. Sorry to hear that, I really am. As I read this I thought it was going to be a less serious post, but I was wrong. I have to ask though, did you not have a backup?

 

Nope. It wasn’t set to do the cloud backup thing. I generally leave that for my wife to store her photos. Her laptop only has so much space and she loads it up fast.

 

Ouch, good luck on recovery (it does happen at times)

 

@NobodySpecial —By any chance that app doesn't save your notes to an external server, does it? If so you can probably find it and re-connect to it. But Notepad probably doesn't do that.

I use Evernote for all my non-story writing, and it all gets saved to a series of external servers (redundant backups) and for instance when my last computer died I just had to log in on my Evernote account and there they all were. Not sure if there's anything like Evernote for phones though, or a phone version (probably not). Sorry if this is completely unhelpful, as I now realize it probably is.

 

This is why you shouldn’t put your phone in your back pocket- shit like this happens.

 

I put my phone in my pocket without locking it and I accidentally texted this thread to my entire family...kind of weird.

 

Oh, that is really too bad! My phone committed sewercide last summer (jumped from my pocket into the toilet) and it was bad enough just losing photos, saved texts, and phone numbers. I am fanatical about backing up my computer, but had no idea how to back up a phone.