There was an old-school (early 90s) Nintendo aerial combat game called Stealth. My buddy had a big-screen (for the time) projection TV, and we discovered that if you put your plane in a perpetual loop and held down the fire button, eventually everything in the sky would fly into the path of your machine guns. The game could be conquered with two fingers. However, the infinite looping method went poorly with the root-beer schnapps we were drinking and hilarity of the technicolor yawn variety soon ensued.
Might have complained about if before but... people commenting on Instagram just to advertise their own shit. "Great job! Now would you mine looking at my art?" No. Nope. I probably would've if you hadn't added the last sentence. Now I'm just going to delete the comment and feel shit about my art. I guess that is how the platform works and I might've had more followers if I did the same... I just think it feels shitty and any compliment you give that ends with begging for attention can't be sincere so it means nothing to the person receiving it. Or I'm just being bitter. Can't really tell.
Oddly, when you put it that way, I agree... Well played @Lemie, well played. Not to say I didn't already agree, but that is very well put hahahaha.
Windows 10. I have been trying to configure a new (to me) laptop and I have spent all afternoon trying to configure the thing not to spy on me!! Go through all the "apps" and de-select "this app can do anything it wants with your private information", realise that was the default profile and do it again for my profile. Go through the browser defaults the same way telling Google and its hundred fucking associates that they can't use my fucking data. Find out that I can't switch everything off in the Microsoft browser so install another and have to switch it all off again. And again. PLEASE FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE. I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVING EVERYTHING I DO, THINK, OR CLICK ON OWNED BY THE BIG IT FIRMS. I get it if I use "free" Google stuff - sweeties and beads for my life, that's the deal, BUT THIS IS A FUCKING LAPTOP THAT I HAVE BOUGHT AND PAID FOR. FUCK OFF. OFF. OFF.
And work out how the hell to do "extremely basic" image editing in MS Paint 3D which seems anything but basic... The limit of my paint skills is putting a red ring around something in a screenshot to highlight it, I don't need to choose shadow effects and one of a thousand paintbrushes...
Iced coffee, but especially those dolts you see at the convenience store who put ice in their hot coffee to cool it down. Coffee needs to be drunk hot.
Gather round children as I tell you a story of my childhood... Years ago, when I was young, we had one personal computer in our family home. Yes, one! It had dial up internet, which meant you couldn't use the phone at the same time as being online, as it needed the phone line to connect. Which phone? The landline home phone. Mobiles? We had one, which belonged to my dad. Children didn't have such items, as there was no need for them. Who does a child need to ring, anyway? Our PC had a fun little product on it called Paint. It had just one paintbrush, and you could choose it's thickness. Yes, really... We eventually had a fax machine, which had a phone attached to it. You could scan and print items of paper with it. No, not in 3D. Spoiler This is an actual recollection of my childhood and technology.
My first computer was an amstrad with twin floppy disc drives which was a revelation because you could leave the operating system (MS Dos) running on one whilst using the other to run your exciting programmes like "supercalc" and "gem basic" Later I managed a Pitman training centre and persuaded the owner that we should get an ASDL line (twice the speed of dial-up) and get one of the PCs online. Face shining with excitement I told a good friend (who happened to work for Microsoft) that I had the internet on my PC. He looked at me somberly and replied Spoiler Wot -- all of it??
As much as I'd like to watch Master Chef, four long commercial breaks in the first half-hour? I'm out.
The only reason I'm not refering to my co-worker as "the idiot" at work is because HR would have issues with it and I need to job until the end of August... ...but I have three more weeks with this moron who think he's the best even if he usually fucks things up... I guess what annoys me are people with too high self esteem who are cocky and self sure. You're an idiot and everyone is sick of your bullshit!
Ed Sheeran and Sam Smith in particular, but modern, tuneless chav music in general. How does anyone find this stuff pleasurable? Their pained, whining squeals makes me want to vomit violently over whatever devise it is they’re emanating from.
Healthy eating. I get it in principal, but unless your daily diet consists of only lettuce and water, it seems we're putting ourselves at risk. In fact I call a conspiracy. I don't really know how that particular theory would go, but they're up to summat.
The ending of an old Western I watched yesterday. I know they were done in the '40s and '50s, and their time period was in the ye olde days of the 1800s but... LAW! DO Y'ALL NOT SPEAK IT, PARTNERS!?
Wasn't much law in them days. Or judicial infrastructure. You might have a sheriff and maybe a courthouse fifty miles away. Sheriff pretty much decided what was a crime and what wasn't. And they could be bought off.