That the calculator and calendar buttons are next to each other on my phone and I ALWAYS hit the wrong one first. Like every time.
I've been self isolating for way too long, I'm taking facebook comments too personally made by people I don't give a shit about. It makes no sense.
Facebook. Why do people do it to themselves? Do yourself a favour and fuck it off for good. You honestly couldn't pay me to use that cancerous place.
When actors do a 'falling from a cliff/building' stunt on a wire, against a green screen, and are told to peddle their arms and legs as they're suspended in mid air. Why? Who decided, or even thought, this is what a person does when falling from a great height??
Do they do that? Sadly in quite recent times we have seen films of (actual) people & heroes falling from buildings to their death. I dropped out of Facebook a decade passed...so...so...lost contact with all of my friends and my family. mmm I joined WhatsApp 2 weeks ago for ‘work purposes’ - which is almost worse than f-bk - if you’re a ‘sensitive twat,’ me. A proper waste of time awaiting approval. But then I sulk if there’s no spam on my shit-blog.
People who are clueless as to the fact that if the "meme" they made didn't go viral, they didn't make a meme.
My sleep habits have been atrocious since the shut downs started. Tonight I resolved to get to bed with the light off at midnight. .... It's coming up 2:00 am and I haven't been able to get to sleep for nearly two hours.
As long as you have the blue-light filter/night mode on your device, I've found that games like solitaire or bubble shooter can dull the mind rather effectively.
I know. I fall asleep over my lappy or phone all the time. At 3:30 or so. As it turned out, last night I said to heck with it and for about an hour opened my phone to my favourite YouTube 24/7 live feed kittens channel. They have a new expectant momcat who's due to pop in a week or two. Wonderful excuse to neither sleep nor write. (Did I just say that? Oh, no. Of course I didn't.)
Oh... wow. Did I just read that? Now I know what I'll do, next time I can't sleep You know something really strange? For the last two weeks I've been sleeping really deep and well. Almost no dreams as well. Well... I was actually missing my lighter sleep, seeing that for the better part of two years I haven't slept well at all. Now, in my new location, the lighter sleep is back and I'm glad about it. Weird or weird? Weird. *nods*
Adjusting from Borderlands/Call of Duty style of controls to Skyrim/Fallout style and back. Mainly it's the sprint button that fucks me up. No, wait, that's sneak in this game. Wait, that's not the jump button. What game am I playing again? Smoke another bowl.
The people who drive over 15 mph on my parents' street. There are small ones in these houses. Slow down.
I played DayZ the other day, for the first time in about four months, and got scratched to death by a hoard of infected because I couldn't remember what button to press for punch
Abortive replay of F.E.A.R. 2 to Black Mesa (Half Life 1 graphics upgrade). Suit sprint is nowhere near the same as slo-mo/bullet time/reflex booster, you're just an enthusiastic self-propelled sandbag.
And the less said about Rockstar--Grand Theft Auto and Red Dead Redemption--controls the better. Red Dead controls are just insanely complicated. I wanted to ride the horse, not shoot it in the face with a sawed off, though that can be delightfully amusing when the mood strikes.
I hate it when I'm at the track and some nitwit shows up and starts walking in the wrong direction. Even though they see me (and sometimes a few others) going the right way, they have to go the other way and then I have to dodge around them twice a lap, sometimes more. COUNTER-clockwise! It doesn't matter if it's a relay race or a 100 yard dash or just an old lady counting steps. It doesn't matter if it's people, horses, or greyhounds. When you're on a real track, you always go counter-clockwise. I've discovered a paved path in town that does a four mile loop, but I have to run up this long, long hill for about a mile. And I have to run by a Popeye's too. Its greasy goodness beckons to me in painful ways. I miss my treadmill. It made me feel like I was better than I really was. It's much easier when you're just bouncing in place and not propelling forward.