Dante's Stalker
"Outrun this!"
:banghead::banghead::banghead:
The ranting thinking thread
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Foxtrot94
Elite Hunter
To my displeasure, I found out that the Xbox 360 controller doesn't work on the DMC3 copy that I have at my parents' home's laptop. And I have no other controller here. Freaking piece of garbage PC port.
Guess the time has come for me to learn how to play DMC3 with a GODDAMN KEYBOARD!
Okay calm down Fox, remember that friend of yours in high school who was really good and could actually pull off combos you couldn't even dream of using the keyboard? You can do it. You can do it.
Guess the time has come for me to learn how to play DMC3 with a GODDAMN KEYBOARD!
Okay calm down Fox, remember that friend of yours in high school who was really good and could actually pull off combos you couldn't even dream of using the keyboard? You can do it. You can do it.
Skagewid
Well-known Member
Combos with keyboard? Calm down and GO TO DO PRO THINGS.
You know what really makes me regret taking up drawing? My mother's persistent attempts to convince me of shoving it into everyone's faces.
The lady whose replacement I am at work had some pictures up, something really silly like animals and cartoons, so now that that desk is mine I was told I can put anything I like instead. I brought home frames, so I can print out some art of stuff I like that looks good in black and white. My mom, nosy as she is, found out, and just gave me a lecture how I should print out my own art and put it on the wall there so I can brag about it.
I don't want to. I don't want to spend my days cringing at my old art, noticing all the mistakes I never saw before.
The lady whose replacement I am at work had some pictures up, something really silly like animals and cartoons, so now that that desk is mine I was told I can put anything I like instead. I brought home frames, so I can print out some art of stuff I like that looks good in black and white. My mom, nosy as she is, found out, and just gave me a lecture how I should print out my own art and put it on the wall there so I can brag about it.
I don't want to. I don't want to spend my days cringing at my old art, noticing all the mistakes I never saw before.
Kurisu
Bunny mom
What the... She should let you do whatever you want, if you're not proud of your old art obviously you don't wanna show it, plus, having things you like can help inspiring you on making art, and you make your work place comfortable.
Your mom clearly doesn't draw or she should know that being surrounded by your old drawings is horrible 'cause everytime you look at them it looks worse. And you feel bad about it. She should mind her own business.
My mom does draw, but she is... how to explain it to you... her style belongs to one called naiva, it's basically folk art where effort and decorative purposes count more than technical prowess, so she doesn't really understand not being happy with finished picture.
The only thing she was thinking of was how my new coworkers will find out I draw and somehow that will make me rise in their eyes. I work as technician in a lab, the only way I'm interested to rise in their eyes is through honest work and hopefully being a good colleague, everything else is my private thing.
So in a nutshell she meant well, but wrapped it all wrong.
Rebel Dynasty
Creator of Microcosms
Last I checked, he's a combat engineer, not your personal art bitch--so stop treating him like one. The fact that you're abusing your station to make him do all these things just ****es me right off; you're sapping him of his creative streak, and that's something I can't abide. Get someone else to do the ****ing work, or at least start paying him for all the time he wastes on your behalf at home, when he could be spending time with his family or relaxing.
It's people like you that artists dread above all. -_-
It's people like you that artists dread above all. -_-
Angel
Is not rat, is hamster
It's stupid o'clock in the morning.
My anxiety has been through the roof for almost a solids month now, leading to extended bouts of insomnia.
The wind has been howling all frigging night and causing doors and windows to bang open violently.
Neighbourhood cats seem to think this house is some sort of kitty refuge tonight and keep bombing in and out as they please.
My son seems to think that even though the bed is a double, he should totally just sleep precisely where I want to.
And now my niece has just managed to get hold of my sister's phone, sneak downstairs and call me just to say she had a dream about zombies and she's now going to watch TV. Idiot that she is, she forgets I will see her mother in about 3 hours and tell her this.
Now I can't go back to sleep and I hate everyone.
My anxiety has been through the roof for almost a solids month now, leading to extended bouts of insomnia.
The wind has been howling all frigging night and causing doors and windows to bang open violently.
Neighbourhood cats seem to think this house is some sort of kitty refuge tonight and keep bombing in and out as they please.
My son seems to think that even though the bed is a double, he should totally just sleep precisely where I want to.
And now my niece has just managed to get hold of my sister's phone, sneak downstairs and call me just to say she had a dream about zombies and she's now going to watch TV. Idiot that she is, she forgets I will see her mother in about 3 hours and tell her this.
Now I can't go back to sleep and I hate everyone.
Demi-fiend
Metempsychosis
Dark Drakan
Well-known Member
If its any consolation I had that damn sickness bug all night Monday and had no sleep at all (Ava & Amy had it too along with many family members). Then im on overtime at work too & then last night no sleep due to wind & airing cupboard door opening & closing constantly & meant to be day off today but im in work again. :dead:
Angel
Is not rat, is hamster
This weather is getting on my nerves - we don't have a cat flap so we have to keep the window open so Skittles can get in and out. Then the wind just flings it wide open, hurling leaves and scarily-large bits of tree into the bedroom.
Then I've got Jake yelling at me like it's my fault, the cat going mental because it's windy and then just as I'm ready to settle back down, the alarm goes off and it's time to get up.
Blah.
Hope you and yours feel better now
Rebel Dynasty
Creator of Microcosms
:laugh:
Dante's Stalker
"Outrun this!"
So I set aside an hour of my time to spend one on one with my kid, right.
To do whatever he wants. Last time it was playing Minecraft. I hate the game but wth that's not the point, right. And it was actually really fun.
Tonight he wants to play roblox with me.
We can't find the server the other is on. He gives it one shot. I spend a good 45 fudging minutes trying to find his stupid little smiley face that is a duplicate of all the other fudgy smiley faces.
Then I get irked because instead of trying to find help, he's playing his own game.
Well, wtf. If I wanted to sit here and waste time on my PC, I'd do it with stuff I actually enjoy. Like pinterest or artstation or twitch. Not browsing duplicate faces on a hundred different servers.
Then he asks me 'are you having fun mum?'
You. Little. Shrimp.
No. I'm not.
Now I'm going to sign off Roblox, and make you and everyone else pack up their games and go to bed.
Then when he's in bed all grumpy and crying I'm going to say 'are you having fun now too?'
This is bloody torture.
And now I'm friends with a Matt. Who the heck is Matt? URGGGGGGGGGGGG.......
My kids! THIS is why I'm old before my time.
To do whatever he wants. Last time it was playing Minecraft. I hate the game but wth that's not the point, right. And it was actually really fun.
Tonight he wants to play roblox with me.
We can't find the server the other is on. He gives it one shot. I spend a good 45 fudging minutes trying to find his stupid little smiley face that is a duplicate of all the other fudgy smiley faces.
Then I get irked because instead of trying to find help, he's playing his own game.
Well, wtf. If I wanted to sit here and waste time on my PC, I'd do it with stuff I actually enjoy. Like pinterest or artstation or twitch. Not browsing duplicate faces on a hundred different servers.
Then he asks me 'are you having fun mum?'
You. Little. Shrimp.
No. I'm not.
Now I'm going to sign off Roblox, and make you and everyone else pack up their games and go to bed.
Then when he's in bed all grumpy and crying I'm going to say 'are you having fun now too?'
This is bloody torture.
And now I'm friends with a Matt. Who the heck is Matt? URGGGGGGGGGGGG.......
My kids! THIS is why I'm old before my time.
Rebel Dynasty
Creator of Microcosms
Ever been so irritated with a person that everything they say or do just ****es you off, regardless of whether it's something rational to get irritated over or not? That's where I am right now.
Extra heaping of irritability brought to you by: lack of sleep, dreaming about past traumas that are becoming harder to repress during waking hours, over-abundance of impromptu social obligations, and stressing over the business end of publication.
I'm just waiting for things to reach their apex, so that I can emotionally shut down. Once that happens, all of this crap will become white noise.
Extra heaping of irritability brought to you by: lack of sleep, dreaming about past traumas that are becoming harder to repress during waking hours, over-abundance of impromptu social obligations, and stressing over the business end of publication.
I'm just waiting for things to reach their apex, so that I can emotionally shut down. Once that happens, all of this crap will become white noise.
Dante's Stalker
"Outrun this!"
I've been fuming over this for the past couple of days now.
I think I just need to get it off my chest, somewhere where people will understand.
So after playing, watching, writing and sketching DMC related stuff obsessively for the past 8 or so years, I finally have a friggin dream about Dante.
I've had dreams of all the other characters time and again. Never ever Dante. And FINALLY, finally I do.
Here's the punch line.
The dream is only about Dante : in the sense that me and a whole team of characters (that are foggy now but I'm 99% certain the majority of them were characters from the DMC universe, possibly Bayonetta as well) - are gathered together in a room.
Trying.
To.
Find.
Dante.
Because he's missing.
The inglorious bastard. Why he do this to meh?:'
banghead:oop:
I think I just need to get it off my chest, somewhere where people will understand.
So after playing, watching, writing and sketching DMC related stuff obsessively for the past 8 or so years, I finally have a friggin dream about Dante.
I've had dreams of all the other characters time and again. Never ever Dante. And FINALLY, finally I do.
Here's the punch line.
The dream is only about Dante : in the sense that me and a whole team of characters (that are foggy now but I'm 99% certain the majority of them were characters from the DMC universe, possibly Bayonetta as well) - are gathered together in a room.
Trying.
To.
Find.
Dante.
Because he's missing.
The inglorious bastard. Why he do this to meh?:'
banghead:oop:
Shadow
the horror was for love
Ah, I see the attempt to make the mad man seem not too bad and to push his failings onto others has begun...just as prophesized. Time for me to find a nice new cave to settle down in for the next...however long it takes for him to leave office. Is the UK willing to accept a new resident? I'm already sick of this bs.
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Foxtrot94
Elite Hunter
Angel
Is not rat, is hamster
So it's OK for you to tut at the special needs guy who is right at the front, singing along to the songs and dancing in his seat because he's enjoying the film so much? The guy who can barely be heard above the sound of the movie anyway? The guy whose carers are ensuring doesn't go too far so no one is disturbed? The guy who actually wasn't bothering anyone and we were all enjoying his enthusiasm as much as the film itself?
But heaven forbid anyone turn around to your irritating offspring who is clearly too young to be there, constantly asking LOUD questions which involve you bleating spoilers, giving her loud rustly bags to eat out of and letting her constantly kick the seats in front.
You and your dumb kid were ruining things. Not the guy at the front who could not have been having a better time.
Films are to be enjoyed. Leave the brat at home next time.
But heaven forbid anyone turn around to your irritating offspring who is clearly too young to be there, constantly asking LOUD questions which involve you bleating spoilers, giving her loud rustly bags to eat out of and letting her constantly kick the seats in front.
You and your dumb kid were ruining things. Not the guy at the front who could not have been having a better time.
Films are to be enjoyed. Leave the brat at home next time.