I am biting my tongue here, since just reporting the both of you was simpler.
Can we avoid this kind of stupid slapfight in the future?
If you have a criticism that you think is valid, feel free to tell me. PM me if you need to. Feedback is the only way I can improve as a person.
No, it's not "a criticism" as you'd define it. I just want the both of you to stop arguing, because you're not arguing about anything important, and neither of you are arguing in a way that's at all mature or conductive to learning from the other person.
I mean seriously, there was no need to bring back discussion about TVT on your part, and squid, there is no need to be so horrendously over-the-top immature on yours. Just stop, the both of you.
No, it's not "a criticism" as you'd define it. I just want the both of you to stop arguing, because you're not arguing about anything important, and neither of you are arguing in a way that's at all mature or conductive to learning from the other person.
I mean seriously, there was no need to bring back discussion about TVT on your part, and squid, there is no need to be so horrendously over-the-top immature on yours. Just stop, the both of you.
I see. Thanks for the feedback. I'll work to improve in the future.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
In my formative years of wanting to be a world-class cartoonist, I grew up with the likes of Harvey and Archie comics and in my high school years I discovered my two biggest influences, 60's underground comix and manga. I have never really cared for American superhero comics even before the 90's glut, and at the time I could not for the life of me understand the appeal of Kirby. Everything about his work, to me, personified everything I didn't like in regards to American comics.
Fast forward to today where I'm much wiser to my craft and a hell of a lot more skilled, I'm blown away by Kirby's stuff if only for his superior composition. In fact, he's so damn good at it that even in his later years he was taking very creative liberties and making mistakes with basic anatomy but got away with it because of the excellence of his composition. He also does a better job of explaining the story through imagery than just about anyone else, and that is no small task. His stuff is a treasure trove of inspiration. And here all these years I thought it was just the rest of the industry giving him lip service for being one of the original gangstas.
1. You’re not actually intelligent. You think you’re really smart, but just wait. One day soon you’ll be driving down the road, then all of a sudden you’ll get the feeling you forgot something. You’ll check your pockets — wallet, phone — and it’ll occur to you: “I forgot my car keys!” Then you’ll turn around and drive home to find them because, really, you’re not that bright.
2. You’re depressed. Intelligent people are statistically much more likely to be depressed. It’s true what they say, ignorance is bliss. You, on the other hand, realize how terrible other people are, how terrible you yourself are, how royally screwed the world is, how quickly you’re dying, how little any of that matters. Yes, your life is interspersed with moments of joy, but you can’t reason yourself into retaining happiness. That’s like telling your brain to enjoy the cookie you ate yesterday while currently eating your way out of the world’s largest jar of Vegemite. It’s not logical.
3. You’re the IT guy. Why are smart people so good with computers? Because computers aren’t that hard. Alas, your uncle is never going to figure out how to update his firmware, so that’s on you for as long as computers are a thing.
4. Your intelligence is wasted. Growing up, people said you could do anything. You got into a great college, made the Dean’s List a semester or two, and finally managed to land a coveted job at the Acme Corporation. Now you answer phones and fill out spreadsheets. Sadly that A- in calculus does little to keep you warm at night.
5. Your intelligence is ignored. One night you and a group of friends are looking up at the sky when one of them points to a bright point of light. “Look,” he says, “It’s a satellite.” Looking up, you realize he’s pointing at Venus, and you say so. But then this girl (who thinks you’re arrogant for some reason) agrees it is definitely a satellite, adding, “Sorry, but you’re wrong.” The next day, you email them a link to a site that explains satellites in geosynchronous orbit are usually too far away to be seen by the naked eye. “He’s still on about that?” they whisper when you turn your back. “What a douche.”
6. Your ignorance is magnified. Soon after the Venus/satellite incident, you let it slip that you think Desmond Tutu is a jazz musician, and suddenly your knowledge (or lack thereof) is all anyone wants to talk about. And now you have a reputation for being both arrogant and ignorant.
7. You’re not smarter than a smart phone. It used to be enough for smart people to be right 80% of the time — who was going to take the time to look up your errors in a book?! But now that every person with a smart phone has instant access to every bit of human knowledge, not only do you have to be right 100% of the time, you have to be right with stunning accuracy. Unfortunately for you, Google has better sources than “something I’m pretty sure my ninth-grade teacher said one time.”
8. You can’t think about politics without your head exploding. If you’re a fan of intelligent debate, genuinely interested in discussing the best way to govern our country, the political process should be your American Idol. The only problem is: our elections aren’t decided by the intelligentsia — they’re decided by people who watch American Idol. So get ready for another remark full of rhetoric and lacking substance, prepare for another shouting match over an irrelevant topic, and enjoy living in a world in which Sarah Palin is a formidable contender for supreme political power.
9. You have to live a respectable life. Being smart will give you access to certain opportunities, like high-paying jobs with a level of prestige. But almost all of these opportunities carry the additional requirement that you be “respectable,” meaning they’ll disappear if you go out and get a neck tattoo, drop out of society to hitchhike through Mexico, or continually update your Facebook with posts about Gossip Girl. Yes, the kid from Heavy Weights is all grown up and playing the elevator operator. Keep that revelation to yourself and go buy some slacks.
10. You should know better. If there’s one thing the “smart” characters on every TV show have in common, it’s that they’re the spoilsports. As the person in the glasses who is capable of looking at this situation from multiple angles, you are the one whose job it is to say, “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” and then ultimately lament, “I knew I should have stayed home today.” Your only hope is that the charismatic guy in the baseball cap will save you from this sticky situation — and maybe teach you a lesson about life along the way.
11. Your entertainment options are limited. Face it: you’re part of a very small demographic. Enjoy those Arrested Development DVDs.
Man, I'm so tempted to blow my paycheck on old Mac stuff. I really want to get my IIgs going again and such, but it takes cash, especially now that most of this stuff is 25 years old or more.
Doctor Who reference in Pokemon B2W2? Headcanon accepted.
Posted this on FB, sharing here too:
Today I went to the store to purchase a few items and here is my trip report:
1. The first shopping cart I picked did not careen madly to the left or right upon pushing it. All four wheels managed to make contact with the floor -- and all at the same time, even! Bonus: neither of the front turning wheels came pre-adjusted for "whirling dervish" mode.
2. I needed to purchase replacement circular blades for my Remington rechargeable razor. Though somewhat of an expensive item, these blades were out in the open, free for me to pick up at my convenience -- not double-locked behind bullet-proof glass and shielded with krypton (in case Superman went rogue about the same time he needed to shave) and not requiring me to wait 15 minutes so some pasty-faced bleary-eyed "associate" could come over and unlock the case so I could make my purchase.
3. I managed to quickly find a simple wall-mounted magazine rack. No big deal, right? No other department store in this town stocks such a mundane item, available only "on line." (I'm not making this up.)
4. Finally, a short check-out line.
All of this because I shopped at K-Mart instead of Wal-Mart.
Oh wait I almost forgot: 5. As far as I know, there is no "People of K-Mart" sideshow.
Oddly, Kmarts around here tend to be even worse than Walmart, despite being nowhere as busy. There's not many of them left, though.
I've been shopping at Target a lot recently, since the Walmart closest to the house is a clusterfuck because of the supercenter construction and is frequently out of stuff.
Doctor Who reference in Pokemon B2W2? Headcanon accepted.
K-mart has really cleaned up their act, though. Before their big fall around 2003 they were the most half-assed department store chain in America. You could just tell by the way they loaded the trailers for delivery: Wal-Mart's distro centers would palletize everything and shrink-wrap it and then carefully load everything via forklift/dolly. K-mart literally threw shit in the trailer. Threw. Most of the shit would come crashing down via gravity with a lot of damage to merchandise in transit, and they managed to hire the biggest assholes to staff their stores.
Nowadays they've really improved. Here in Lubbock the one K-mart is clean and well-stocked, and they don't debase their employees anything like Wal-Mart does now. Sam Walton is probably spinning in his fucking grave with the way things are going in his two chains.
K-mart has really cleaned up their act, though. Before their big fall around 2003 they were the most half-assed department store chain in America. You could just tell by the way they loaded the trailers for delivery: Wal-Mart's distro centers would palletize everything and shrink-wrap it and then carefully load everything via forklift/dolly. K-mart literally threw shit in the trailer. Threw. Most of the shit would come crashing down via gravity with a lot of damage to merchandise in transit, and they managed to hire the biggest assholes to staff their stores.
Still, the stores around here look kind of dowdy, like they haven't been renovated in years. Drop ceilings, old-style beige metal shelves, things like that. If they opened things up a bit, it'd look less old-fashioned, I think. I should preface that by saying that I haven't been to the Dale City Kmart in, like, ages.
Also, I'm watching this show on ID, and HAY GUYS YOUR DC IS SHOWING XD: This B-roll of a plane taking off was shot at Reagan National! You can even see the new Wilson Bridge in the background!
R is a zombie. After a zombie apocalypse, he shambles across an America filled with collapsed buildings, rusted cars, shattered windows, and abandoned high-rises. He can only grunt or moan and craves human brains to get high on their memories. After eating the brains of a suicidal teen, R is overcome with love for the teen's companion, Julie Grigio. R rescues Julie from his zombie pack and takes her back to his lair. She eventually leaves, and R follows her back to Citi Stadium, the largest remaining human refuge.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
The Kmart near here is still pretty shitty, at least service-wise.
My parents had a computer in layaway recently, and the paperwork said they had to pay it off and pick it up by the 15th. So they showed up on the 15th to make their last payment and get the item, but they were told it had been returned to stock because they didn't pick it up in time. (Apparently they interpreted "by August 15" to mean "before August 15"? Beats me.) My parents still wanted the computer, though, so they asked to buy it anyway, but the employee running the layaway counter refused to refund their money, saying that because they didn't pick it up on time they "lost everything."
At this point the manager was called in, and he went ahead and refunded their money and sold them the computer, which happened to be $20 less now than it was when they put it in. Still, though, it took like half an hour to do something that should have been a quick in-and-out trip, not to mention the rudeness of the layaway employee.
CA: Sounds like the layaway workers didn't know what they were doing, or just didn't want to help, and fed you guys BS to scare you away. It's a good thing you called the manager.
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If you have a criticism that you think is valid, feel free to tell me. PM me if you need to. Feedback is the only way I can improve as a person.
Sorry I guess. I'm not trying to ruin your fun.
No, it's not "a criticism" as you'd define it. I just want the both of you to stop arguing, because you're not arguing about anything important, and neither of you are arguing in a way that's at all mature or conductive to learning from the other person.
I mean seriously, there was no need to bring back discussion about TVT on your part, and squid, there is no need to be so horrendously over-the-top immature on yours. Just stop, the both of you.
I see. Thanks for the feedback. I'll work to improve in the future.
That is not...ugh, nevermind.
Whatever, argument's over. Problem solved, I guess.
with their bodies touching each other
holding hands in the moonlight
there was silence between them
so profound was their love for each other
they needed no words to express it
and so they sat in silence on a park bench
with their bodies touching
holding hands in the moonlight
finally she spoke
"do you love me, john?" she asked
"you know i love you, darling" he replied
"i love you more than tongue can tell
you are the light of my life
my sun, moon, and stars
you are my everything
without you, i have no reason for being"
again, there was silence
as the two lovers sat on a park bench
their bodies touching
holding hands in the moonlight
once more, she spoke
"how much do you love me, john?" she asked
he answered, "how much do i love you?
count the stars in the sky
measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon
number the grains of sand on the seashore
impossible, you say?"
11 Reasons It’s Hard Being Intelligent
1. You’re not actually intelligent. You think you’re
really smart, but just wait. One day soon you’ll be driving down the
road, then all of a sudden you’ll get the feeling you forgot something.
You’ll check your pockets — wallet, phone — and it’ll occur to you: “I
forgot my car keys!” Then you’ll turn around and drive home to find them
because, really, you’re not that bright.
2. You’re depressed. Intelligent people are
statistically much more likely to be depressed. It’s true what they say,
ignorance is bliss. You, on the other hand, realize how terrible other
people are, how terrible you yourself are, how royally screwed the world
is, how quickly you’re dying, how little any of that matters. Yes, your
life is interspersed with moments of joy, but you can’t reason yourself
into retaining happiness. That’s like telling your brain to enjoy the
cookie you ate yesterday while currently eating your way out of the
world’s largest jar of Vegemite. It’s not logical.
3. You’re the IT guy. Why are smart people so good with computers? Because computers aren’t that hard. Alas, your uncle is never going to figure out how to update his firmware, so that’s on you for as long as computers are a thing.
4. Your intelligence is wasted. Growing up, people
said you could do anything. You got into a great college, made the
Dean’s List a semester or two, and finally managed to land a coveted job
at the Acme Corporation. Now you answer phones and fill out
spreadsheets. Sadly that A- in calculus does little to keep you warm at
night.
5. Your intelligence is ignored. One night you and a
group of friends are looking up at the sky when one of them points to a
bright point of light. “Look,” he says, “It’s a satellite.” Looking up,
you realize he’s pointing at Venus, and you say so. But then this girl
(who thinks you’re arrogant for some reason) agrees it is definitely a
satellite, adding, “Sorry, but you’re wrong.” The next day, you email
them a link to a site that explains satellites in geosynchronous orbit
are usually too far away to be seen by the naked eye. “He’s still on
about that?” they whisper when you turn your back. “What a douche.”
6. Your ignorance is magnified. Soon after the
Venus/satellite incident, you let it slip that you think Desmond Tutu is
a jazz musician, and suddenly your knowledge (or lack thereof) is all
anyone wants to talk about. And now you have a reputation for being both
arrogant and ignorant.
7. You’re not smarter than a smart phone. It used to
be enough for smart people to be right 80% of the time — who was going
to take the time to look up your errors in a book?! But now that every
person with a smart phone has instant access to every bit of human
knowledge, not only do you have to be right 100% of the time, you have
to be right with stunning accuracy. Unfortunately for you, Google has
better sources than “something I’m pretty sure my ninth-grade teacher
said one time.”
8. You can’t think about politics without your head exploding. If
you’re a fan of intelligent debate, genuinely interested in discussing
the best way to govern our country, the political process should be your
American Idol. The only problem is: our elections aren’t decided by the intelligentsia — they’re decided by people who watch American Idol.
So get ready for another remark full of rhetoric and lacking substance,
prepare for another shouting match over an irrelevant topic, and enjoy
living in a world in which Sarah Palin is a formidable contender for
supreme political power.
9. You have to live a respectable life. Being smart
will give you access to certain opportunities, like high-paying jobs
with a level of prestige. But almost all of these opportunities carry
the additional requirement that you be “respectable,” meaning they’ll
disappear if you go out and get a neck tattoo, drop out of society to
hitchhike through Mexico, or continually update your Facebook with posts
about Gossip Girl. Yes, the kid from Heavy Weights is all grown up and playing the elevator operator. Keep that revelation to yourself and go buy some slacks.
10. You should know better. If there’s one thing the
“smart” characters on every TV show have in common, it’s that they’re
the spoilsports. As the person in the glasses who is capable of looking
at this situation from multiple angles, you are the one whose job it is
to say, “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” and then ultimately lament,
“I knew I should have stayed home today.” Your only hope is that the
charismatic guy in the baseball cap will save you from this sticky
situation — and maybe teach you a lesson about life along the way.
11. Your entertainment options are limited. Face it: you’re part of a very small demographic. Enjoy those Arrested Development DVDs.
ACCEPT MY JUDGEMENT PUNY MORTAL
The insensate remain unobservant, much like the universe itself.
1. The first shopping cart I picked did not careen madly to the left or right upon pushing it. All four wheels managed to make contact with the floor -- and all at the same time, even! Bonus: neither of the front turning wheels came pre-adjusted for "whirling dervish" mode.
2. I needed to purchase replacement circular blades for my Remington rechargeable razor. Though somewhat of an expensive item, these blades were out in the open, free for me to pick up at my convenience -- not double-locked behind bullet-proof glass and shielded with krypton (in case Superman went rogue about the same time he needed to shave) and not requiring me to wait 15 minutes so some pasty-faced bleary-eyed "associate" could come over and unlock the case so I could make my purchase.
3. I managed to quickly find a simple wall-mounted magazine rack. No big deal, right? No other department store in this town stocks such a mundane item, available only "on line." (I'm not making this up.)
4. Finally, a short check-out line.
All of this because I shopped at K-Mart instead of Wal-Mart.
Oh wait I almost forgot: 5. As far as I know, there is no "People of K-Mart" sideshow.
This makes me happy for now