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Damini
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*WARNING - VERY LONG POST - WARNING*
I'm entering that full moon, tourettes stage of my life again, and sans the aid of cigarettes to stop me becoming full blown psychopath I've decided to vent here. I have two topics - DAOC and my stinking housemates.
DAOC firstly, to get it out of the way. Me and Kenny spent ages tracking it down yesterday because PC World seems to only employ people from the Forrest Gump academy of customer service. So, finally, we buy a copy in Electronics Boutique after leaving the PC world staff in a perma loop of
10) Run "Dribble"
20) Input <DAOC>
30) Run "Dribble"
40) Print "What was the name of the game again?"
50) Goto 10
So after all this poxy trouble we get home and I start desperately trying to train my character up to catch Kennys, who - by the time I worked out what bloody processer I had and managed to type in the cd key without dyslexiccing it up - was an uber master way ahead of me. So then what happens? I get stuck in a poxy wall. 12 hours later I Am Still Stuck In The Poxy Wall. Nobody else seems to be stuck in a wall. Shitty bloody WAllhaczkOr.
Ok, now for my housemate. Well, him and his mad as a hatter girlfriend who also lives with us. We are on a network, and have ADSL. Now, bearing in mind that only me and Kenny are the other people on the network, he leaves little messages for us on his computer about the alphabetical chronological order he is currently working on -
I'm in the room next to him. NEXT to him. If he coughs in bed, the pictures on my wall rattle, but his computer is riddled with these messages. AND in a house with two other users on the network, he runs that network manager thing, where a huge siren and flashing lights go off in his room to let him know if you are looking at his computer. Thats obviously a mild exaggeration, but only mild. AND he has all this set up, but leaves it permanently to boot!! Sucking all the bandwidth 24/7 yet I cant watch the Buffy or the Enterprise, I can merely know it exists and where it will be filed in chronological and alphebetical order. Yet I cant download them myself, because I get 0.02k per sec because he simply HAS to get *every* episode of (so far) Enterprise, Futurama, Simpsons, Jackass, Buffy, Angel, Twin Peaks, ALF, Babylon Five, The Outer Limits, Friends, Smallville, not to mention every single video that is out, regardless of whether its Jean Claude Van Damme in his latest role as a schizophrenic mother with cancer of the stilleto or whether its a masterpiece. He's like a black hole upon the net.
And his girlfriend brought home last term scabies and hair lice. Her hair looked like the mother ship had landed, and started a colony some years before. I wanted to peel my skin.
They whisper. You'll be sitting in a room with them, and they'll *whisper* to each other. For some reason, that makes me insanely irritated.
He is the reason Americans mock English teeth.
They never hoover, wash the bathroom, buy toilet rolls, clean the kitchen, or empty the bin, but when you do they bestow you with compliments from the ACME book of How To Patronise Your Children "Oh, it always looks so much better when you get round to tidying up Damini. Well Done."
She is studying Psychology, and so pauses to analyse you every few seconds, and refers to herself as a shrink.
The friends they invite over all have weird beards or star trek tops, and laugh loudly at random intervals all through the night, just so to ensure that you are just about to nod off before being treated to a dose of fat trekkie man bellowing.
He worked for SIX days over the summer, and had the audacity to say "I can't wait to stop working." I stood outside Safeways in a plastic striped boater hat, saying "Safeways is the Best for Fresh" in Italian for nine hours a day from April to August.
Hmmm... I don't feel any less stressed. This damn cartharsis thing seems to be broken...
I'm entering that full moon, tourettes stage of my life again, and sans the aid of cigarettes to stop me becoming full blown psychopath I've decided to vent here. I have two topics - DAOC and my stinking housemates.
DAOC firstly, to get it out of the way. Me and Kenny spent ages tracking it down yesterday because PC World seems to only employ people from the Forrest Gump academy of customer service. So, finally, we buy a copy in Electronics Boutique after leaving the PC world staff in a perma loop of
10) Run "Dribble"
20) Input <DAOC>
30) Run "Dribble"
40) Print "What was the name of the game again?"
50) Goto 10
So after all this poxy trouble we get home and I start desperately trying to train my character up to catch Kennys, who - by the time I worked out what bloody processer I had and managed to type in the cd key without dyslexiccing it up - was an uber master way ahead of me. So then what happens? I get stuck in a poxy wall. 12 hours later I Am Still Stuck In The Poxy Wall. Nobody else seems to be stuck in a wall. Shitty bloody WAllhaczkOr.
Ok, now for my housemate. Well, him and his mad as a hatter girlfriend who also lives with us. We are on a network, and have ADSL. Now, bearing in mind that only me and Kenny are the other people on the network, he leaves little messages for us on his computer about the alphabetical chronological order he is currently working on -
I'm in the room next to him. NEXT to him. If he coughs in bed, the pictures on my wall rattle, but his computer is riddled with these messages. AND in a house with two other users on the network, he runs that network manager thing, where a huge siren and flashing lights go off in his room to let him know if you are looking at his computer. Thats obviously a mild exaggeration, but only mild. AND he has all this set up, but leaves it permanently to boot!! Sucking all the bandwidth 24/7 yet I cant watch the Buffy or the Enterprise, I can merely know it exists and where it will be filed in chronological and alphebetical order. Yet I cant download them myself, because I get 0.02k per sec because he simply HAS to get *every* episode of (so far) Enterprise, Futurama, Simpsons, Jackass, Buffy, Angel, Twin Peaks, ALF, Babylon Five, The Outer Limits, Friends, Smallville, not to mention every single video that is out, regardless of whether its Jean Claude Van Damme in his latest role as a schizophrenic mother with cancer of the stilleto or whether its a masterpiece. He's like a black hole upon the net.
And his girlfriend brought home last term scabies and hair lice. Her hair looked like the mother ship had landed, and started a colony some years before. I wanted to peel my skin.
They whisper. You'll be sitting in a room with them, and they'll *whisper* to each other. For some reason, that makes me insanely irritated.
He is the reason Americans mock English teeth.
They never hoover, wash the bathroom, buy toilet rolls, clean the kitchen, or empty the bin, but when you do they bestow you with compliments from the ACME book of How To Patronise Your Children "Oh, it always looks so much better when you get round to tidying up Damini. Well Done."
She is studying Psychology, and so pauses to analyse you every few seconds, and refers to herself as a shrink.
The friends they invite over all have weird beards or star trek tops, and laugh loudly at random intervals all through the night, just so to ensure that you are just about to nod off before being treated to a dose of fat trekkie man bellowing.
He worked for SIX days over the summer, and had the audacity to say "I can't wait to stop working." I stood outside Safeways in a plastic striped boater hat, saying "Safeways is the Best for Fresh" in Italian for nine hours a day from April to August.
Hmmm... I don't feel any less stressed. This damn cartharsis thing seems to be broken...
