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Post by Kyzer on Jun 11, 2014 19:35:13 GMT -5
I am holding things up and people can eat a dick. My stuff will be in later tonight when I get around to finishing it.
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jun 11, 2014 19:39:32 GMT -5
I actually typed up a small segment of Brennan trying to get in the building, just to follow up on the .com post I made, but I couldn't get through it without wanting to have him screaming, as he's hauled away in handcuffs "I ain't through witcha, Trace, not by a long shot!"
In retrospect, I should really just see all these awful ideas through to fruition.
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Post by Sleazyness on Jun 11, 2014 19:43:55 GMT -5
Yeah, Kyzer still has to still send stuff my way so I can help give ideas and what not.
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Post by Dex on Jun 11, 2014 19:51:24 GMT -5
And for the sake of boredom I present to you, a song that will most likely remain in your mind for the rest of the day.  |
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jun 11, 2014 19:55:06 GMT -5
I'm the biggest f*ckin' dork/nerd I know (state's exhibit A: my signature), and somehow the whole anime/manga/Japan craze/obsession just seemed to pass me by. I'm pushing my final birthday this year, and only just this year watched my first anime series (it was okay, I guess). I met my wife playing that god forsaken DDR game, and I work for a Japanese company, and yet the culture obsession just seems to float right past me. It's weird as sh*t.
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Post by Dex on Jun 11, 2014 19:56:54 GMT -5
I'm the biggest f*ckin' dork/nerd I know (state's exhibit A: my signature), and somehow the whole anime/manga/Japan craze/obsession just seemed to pass me by. I'm pushing my final birthday this year, and only just this year watched my first anime series (it was okay, I guess). I met my wife playing that god forsaken DDR game, and I work for a Japanese company, and yet the culture obsession just seems to float right past me. It's weird as sh*t. Wait wait wait... You met your wife playing Dance Dance Revolution? Holy shit, story on that? It depends what you watch/read. There are many parts of the fandom even I as a fan avoid. |
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Post by Prophet of Ash on Jun 11, 2014 20:05:34 GMT -5
I'm the biggest f*ckin' dork/nerd I know (state's exhibit A: my signature), and somehow the whole anime/manga/Japan craze/obsession just seemed to pass me by. I'm pushing my final birthday this year, and only just this year watched my first anime series (it was okay, I guess). I met my wife playing that god forsaken DDR game, and I work for a Japanese company, and yet the culture obsession just seems to float right past me. It's weird as sh*t. High School of the Dead was amazing. I liked Is This A Zombie? but drifted away from it by the end. I don't hate Bleach. Otherwise I'm pretty indifferent towards anime. My ex loved it. I couldn't really mock when I have like 50,000 wrestling DVDs. Not hyperbole, reality. |
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jun 11, 2014 20:13:19 GMT -5
I'm the biggest f*ckin' dork/nerd I know (state's exhibit A: my signature), and somehow the whole anime/manga/Japan craze/obsession just seemed to pass me by. I'm pushing my final birthday this year, and only just this year watched my first anime series (it was okay, I guess). I met my wife playing that god forsaken DDR game, and I work for a Japanese company, and yet the culture obsession just seems to float right past me. It's weird as sh*t. It depends what you watch/read. There are many parts of the fandom even I as a fan avoid. As a precursor, given my longwindedness - you asked. There are no good arcades in my city, or really, within reasonable driving distance for that matter. The world's largest is an hour and half or so away. So it's like eleven years ago - right around this time of year actually. I'm in my senior year, at that point where I've locked down the cap and gown, even if there is a month or so left in the school year. My longtime girlfriend (through whom I met the people that inspired Daniel Kirkbride) just dumped me as she got ready to move out of state for college, and so my priority list began and ended with "whatever the f*ck I wanted to do", and that night, it just happened to be arguing the fact that there are no good arcades in town with one of my closest friends on AIM (it was 2003, after all). He was on the defensive of the one place we have, it's like three stories high and looks like a castle, and at one point was awesome. We back and forth about this for an hour or before he decides he's going to prove that Sh*t Castle isn't so bad and that I'm going to come get his no car, no license ass so he can. So we get there, and I win the argument. We play that old WWF Royal Rumble arcade cabinet, which might have been the only good game to have come and gone through there, and head up to the third floor, as they have pinball, and pinball is awesome. The only other thing up on the third floor is this giant, walk in Galaxian machine that kids have sex in, and the DDR games. We happen across some mutual friends, who happen to be of the DDR persuasion, and so that kinda turns into our night. They introduce us to their friends, and little did my 17 year old, 2.2 GPA about to graduate high school and achieve nothing academically for ten years mind comprehend that the short, cute one among them that was four years older than all of us would one day say those two magic words "I do". I'd never played before, and gave it a go for a laugh. Friendo and I wound up hitting a bunch of beach trips and such over that summer, both on our and own and with this crowd, and got pretty into it. We stuck around 'cause he got the hots for one of the other chicks in the group, and later (haha!) for my wife before she was my wife. It's worth noting that the mutual attraction wasn't immediately there - I wound up dating a psychotic hose beast from the group, then went off to college and entered into a semester long fling with Satan herself. It was only later when I quit and came back to town and reconnected with my real friends that my wife and I kinda sparked. A hibachi dinner and Shrek 2, and ten years later, the rest is history. Ain't love grand and full of humorous and unnecessary details? |
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Post by Dex on Jun 11, 2014 20:18:00 GMT -5
Wait wait wait... You met your wife playing Dance Dance Revolution? Holy crap, story on that?It depends what you watch/read. There are many parts of the fandom even I as a fan avoid. As a precursor, given my longwindedness - you asked. There are no good arcades in my city, or really, within reasonable driving distance for that matter. The world's largest is an hour and half or so away. So it's like eleven years ago - right around this time of year actually. I'm in my senior year, at that point where I've locked down the cap and gown, even if there is a month or so left in the school year. My longtime girlfriend (through whom I met the people that inspired Daniel Kirkbride) just dumped me as she got ready to move out of state for college, and so my priority list began and ended with "whatever the f*ck I wanted to do", and that night, it just happened to be arguing the fact that there are no good arcades in town with one of my closest friends on AIM (it was 2003, after all). He was on the defensive of the one place we have, it's like three stories high and looks like a castle, and at one point was awesome. We back and forth about this for an hour or before he decides he's going to prove that Sh*t Castle isn't so bad and that I'm going to come get his no car, no license ass so he can. So we get there, and I win the argument. We play that old WWF Royal Rumble arcade cabinet, which might have been the only good game to have come and gone through there, and head up to the third floor, as they have pinball, and pinball is awesome. The only other thing up on the third floor is this giant, walk in Galaxian machine that kids have sex in, and the DDR games. We happen across some mutual friends, who happen to be of the DDR persuasion, and so that kinda turns into our night. They introduce us to their friends, and little did my 17 year old, 2.2 GPA about to graduate high school and achieve nothing academically for ten years mind comprehend that the short, cute one among them that was four years older than all of us would one day say those two magic words "I do". I'd never played before, and gave it a go for a laugh. Friendo and I wound up hitting a bunch of beach trips and such over that summer, both on our and own and with this crowd, and got pretty into it. We stuck around 'cause he got the hots for one of the other chicks in the group, and later (haha!) for my wife before she was my wife. It's worth noting that the mutual attraction wasn't immediately there - I wound up dating a psychotic hose beast from the group, then went off to college and entered into a semester long fling with Satan herself. It was only later when I quit and came back to town and reconnected with my real friends that my wife and I kinda sparked. A hibachi dinner and Shrek 2, and ten years later, the rest is history. Ain't love grand and full of humorous and unnecessary details? Your stories are always worth the read.  So they break into the Galaxian machine? How can two people even fit in there? Haha. |
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jun 11, 2014 20:24:35 GMT -5
 Nah, it's this thing. The picture doesn't do it justice, but it's god damn huge. There's a sloped surface between the seats/guns and the screen, which is probably crawling with the expended genetics of a decades worth of New England DDR enthusiasts. The aforemention psychotic hose beast went on to become a very popular Galaxian player. Humorously enough, the screen looks like ass from years of being just tucked away in the far end of the third floor, and the arcade still wants people to drop $2.00 worth of tokens into that bad b*tch. Years ago, this arcade was so boss. They had a giant screen running that game Ridge Racer, and you controlled the game using a legit Mazda Miata. |
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 11, 2014 21:07:08 GMT -5
Wait wait wait... You met your wife playing Dance Dance Revolution? Holy crap, story on that?It depends what you watch/read. There are many parts of the fandom even I as a fan avoid. As a precursor, given my longwindedness - you asked. There are no good arcades in my city, or really, within reasonable driving distance for that matter. The world's largest is an hour and half or so away. So it's like eleven years ago - right around this time of year actually. I'm in my senior year, at that point where I've locked down the cap and gown, even if there is a month or so left in the school year. My longtime girlfriend (through whom I met the people that inspired Daniel Kirkbride) just dumped me as she got ready to move out of state for college, and so my priority list began and ended with "whatever the f*ck I wanted to do", and that night, it just happened to be arguing the fact that there are no good arcades in town with one of my closest friends on AIM (it was 2003, after all). He was on the defensive of the one place we have, it's like three stories high and looks like a castle, and at one point was awesome. We back and forth about this for an hour or before he decides he's going to prove that Sh*t Castle isn't so bad and that I'm going to come get his no car, no license ass so he can. So we get there, and I win the argument. We play that old WWF Royal Rumble arcade cabinet, which might have been the only good game to have come and gone through there, and head up to the third floor, as they have pinball, and pinball is awesome. The only other thing up on the third floor is this giant, walk in Galaxian machine that kids have sex in, and the DDR games. We happen across some mutual friends, who happen to be of the DDR persuasion, and so that kinda turns into our night. They introduce us to their friends, and little did my 17 year old, 2.2 GPA about to graduate high school and achieve nothing academically for ten years mind comprehend that the short, cute one among them that was four years older than all of us would one day say those two magic words "I do". I'd never played before, and gave it a go for a laugh. Friendo and I wound up hitting a bunch of beach trips and such over that summer, both on our and own and with this crowd, and got pretty into it. We stuck around 'cause he got the hots for one of the other chicks in the group, and later (haha!) for my wife before she was my wife. It's worth noting that the mutual attraction wasn't immediately there - I wound up dating a psychotic hose beast from the group, then went off to college and entered into a semester long fling with Satan herself. It was only later when I quit and came back to town and reconnected with my real friends that my wife and I kinda sparked. A hibachi dinner and Shrek 2, and ten years later, the rest is history. Ain't love grand and full of humorous and unnecessary details? I met my ex-wife at a party I was at to sell coke. That should have been a dead give away that she wasn't wifey material. |
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jun 11, 2014 21:25:59 GMT -5
Every time I look at my wife, I think of all the bullets I dodged in locking her down. Even the one decent chick I dated prior to meeting her got super weird and attachey on me after she came back from college to visit. Psychos. Every last one of 'em.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 11, 2014 21:57:33 GMT -5
Every time I look at my wife, I think of all the bullets I dodged in locking her down. Even the one decent chick I dated prior to meeting her got super weird and attachey on me after she came back from college to visit. Psychos. Every last one of 'em. It is even worse when you have two kids with them, their family is loaded and you have to deal with them trying to get custody of them when the mother abandoned them. |
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Post by Sleazyness on Jun 12, 2014 10:57:47 GMT -5
Every time I look at my wife, I think of all the bullets I dodged in locking her down. Even the one decent chick I dated prior to meeting her got super weird and attachey on me after she came back from college to visit. Psychos. Every last one of 'em. It is even worse when you have two kids with them, their family is loaded and you have to deal with them trying to get custody of them when the mother abandoned them. Damn. I never met my dad. Im grateful to have a stepdad, even if he is a alcoholic and doesnt hold conversations with me. My mom is getting divorced tho. |
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jun 12, 2014 11:09:47 GMT -5
Haha, my old man has been depreciating into alcoholism more and more over the years. It runs in both sides of my
family (surprise), so it's something I've always had to keep in check. Truthfully, I haven't had a drink in.....three months?
My folks are one of those anomaly couples that's still together, even if they are insane.
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Post by Kyzer on Jun 12, 2014 12:54:13 GMT -5
Alcohol has never been my thing. It was always been the more illegal stuff. My family has issues with all kinds of substance and alcohol abuse. My ex is addicted to being a whore and a bad mother. Thank god, I don't have those problems.
My parents though had a great marriage. It is the only example of one that I have seen in my family.
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Post by Prophet of Ash on Jun 12, 2014 13:46:22 GMT -5
As a precursor, given my longwindedness - you asked. There are no good arcades in my city, or really, within reasonable driving distance for that matter. The world's largest is an hour and half or so away. So it's like eleven years ago - right around this time of year actually. I'm in my senior year, at that point where I've locked down the cap and gown, even if there is a month or so left in the school year. My longtime girlfriend (through whom I met the people that inspired Daniel Kirkbride) just dumped me as she got ready to move out of state for college, and so my priority list began and ended with "whatever the f*ck I wanted to do", and that night, it just happened to be arguing the fact that there are no good arcades in town with one of my closest friends on AIM (it was 2003, after all). He was on the defensive of the one place we have, it's like three stories high and looks like a castle, and at one point was awesome. We back and forth about this for an hour or before he decides he's going to prove that Sh*t Castle isn't so bad and that I'm going to come get his no car, no license ass so he can. So we get there, and I win the argument. We play that old WWF Royal Rumble arcade cabinet, which might have been the only good game to have come and gone through there, and head up to the third floor, as they have pinball, and pinball is awesome. The only other thing up on the third floor is this giant, walk in Galaxian machine that kids have sex in, and the DDR games. We happen across some mutual friends, who happen to be of the DDR persuasion, and so that kinda turns into our night. They introduce us to their friends, and little did my 17 year old, 2.2 GPA about to graduate high school and achieve nothing academically for ten years mind comprehend that the short, cute one among them that was four years older than all of us would one day say those two magic words "I do". I'd never played before, and gave it a go for a laugh. Friendo and I wound up hitting a bunch of beach trips and such over that summer, both on our and own and with this crowd, and got pretty into it. We stuck around 'cause he got the hots for one of the other chicks in the group, and later (haha!) for my wife before she was my wife. It's worth noting that the mutual attraction wasn't immediately there - I wound up dating a psychotic hose beast from the group, then went off to college and entered into a semester long fling with Satan herself. It was only later when I quit and came back to town and reconnected with my real friends that my wife and I kinda sparked. A hibachi dinner and Shrek 2, and ten years later, the rest is history. Ain't love grand and full of humorous and unnecessary details? I met my ex-wife at a party I was at to sell coke. That should have been a dead give away that she wasn't wifey material. I'm a Pepsi fan myself. Caffeine free. |
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Post by bad guy™ on Jun 12, 2014 14:51:14 GMT -5
College orientation sucks, especially as a transfer junior surrounded by a bunch of freshman. Yuck. And I get this for 24 hours...go...me...?
I have no idea how Thunder (going to the same school) survived this. Haha.
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Post by Dex on Jun 12, 2014 15:11:25 GMT -5
College orientation sucks, especially as a transfer junior surrounded by a bunch of freshman. Yuck. And I get this for 24 hours...go...me...? I have no idea how Thunder (going to the same school) survived this. Haha. What school are you going to? |
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jun 13, 2014 7:57:19 GMT -5
When I finally went back a couple years ago to finish my ten year degree (shut up!), I had to reapply and reregister as a new incoming student since it had been so long since I last attended classes. Mind you I was something like 25 or 26 by this point, and they tried telling me I would have to take this "Freshman Seminar" course about integrating into the "college experience". I wrote a kindly worded essay requesting a waiver for this class, as my "college experience" consisted of my first shot in 2003, where I aced my gen eds and skipped most of my program specific courses in favor of the pursuit of girls and a local pub that didn't card, a second shot around 2005 where I fancied myself a psych major until I found that the school, for all its BS claims, was unaccredited and for profit, and then the most recent shot up until that point, by which point I was engaged to be married, was one course away from finishing a certificate program, and had only dropped out after losing my fourth job in one year, so I was well past all the BS kids get into when they first get to college thank you very much.
Never took "Freshman Seminar".
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I dont know good luck 
