Tom
Istar
...And now, after I finally scraped together enough spare cash to buy ink cartridges, it's telling me there's an ink cartridge error.
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DragonOfTheAerie
Vala
serious question: why can fantasy authors seriously not resist including rape in their novels
i'm trying to read more and it's not going too well
i'm trying to read more and it's not going too well
I think that might have to do with the type of fantasy you're reading. I haven't been reading fantasy for a bit, but I can't imagine the entire market was taken over by such topics in the last few years.
Tom
Istar
This weekend I went to a flea market and found a copy of Soul Music by Terry Pratchett, which I actually reread recently. Here's the thing--I wasn't consciously looking for the book, and when I pulled it off the shelf it was only because I noticed it was by Terry P. I didn't bother to read the title. It wasn't until I paid for it that I realized which book it was. The universe is a funny place.
DragonOfTheAerie
Vala
Sounds like typical ADHD shit tbh. I've accidentally shoplifted before because I wasn't paying attention so i mean...
On that note, i am seeing my new therapist again tomorrow and i intend to ask her about getting evaluated for ADHD because she brought something up about it a while back.
Tom
Istar
Yes! Ask to be evaluated! It's a pretty straightforward process. I was diagnosed super young but when I started going to my adult doctor she reevaluated me to make sure I hadn't been misdiagnosed. All I needed to do was talk to her for a few minutes, and fill out a one-page questionnaire. And I took one look at the questionnaire and went "oh yeah, everything here applies to me."
DragonOfTheAerie
Vala
My previous therapist wouldn't even evaluate me because i scored so high on the ACT...
Garren Jacobsen
Auror
I have a confession, I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE arts and crafts. I have hated them since I was four. Coloring? Sucked then sucks now. Gluing on googly eyes, blows. Pipe cleaner things, stupid. Multicolored paper to tear into various shapes, lame. Pottery? Stupid. Wood carving, also stupid. It's all just the worst and I hate it.
So, go to the library with the kids, just me. Megan is busy with other things. We get their books and this wonderful helpful librarian says, come do arts and crafts. Now, Graham hears that and says, "What are we doing?" Well they're making egg carton animals. So of course he has to do it. All my dad senses are screaming no GTF out of there. But, the boy wants to do it. He begs and begs and begs and I relent. Okay, let's go do it.
So I enter into a realm that is utterly beyond me. A realm I had successfully avoided for most of my post-elementary school life. It had been a glorious 18 year run. But now I am thrust into my own personal version of hell.
But to my wonderment, it began well. Kids were listening, helping. Maeve wasn't a hellian. Great. Then she wants to color, I let her. We were using markers because paint is always a bad idea with these to and markers were my last option. Maeve gets bored and gives me the marker she was using. Great, clean happy easy.
Ah, but then the demon arose in her. While I am crafting, miserably I might add, spider legs from pipe cleaners. My frustration rises and so does my determination. Maeve gets onto the table. It's okay, she just wants to see whats happening. I get the piper cleaners sufficiently situated to function as something resembling spider legs. I look up.
My tiny little Toddlebops, my little pride and joy, has a marker open, a lovely purply-pinkish one. And my cute curly-haired stinker has covered her mouth area in so much marker she looks like a red-haired Joker-baby. And the night spiraled downward.
Graham insists we need to glue the legs with a hot glue gun because the model one did it. But, he needs to add googly eyes. But oh no, anytime he gets the least bit of glue on him he needs to find the paper towels. Then I have to wash Toddlebops's face, which I do. Then the boy asks a question, I look away. A completely different marker adorns my baby's face. I wash her face again. I carry her off, fit. The boy wants to not carry the books or the spiders. I force him to carry the spiders. I carry the baby, the books, and my patience is thin.
We get to the checkout stand, his arms are tired he can't carry the spiders. I checkout the books, Toddlebops is calm standing there staring at something. I pick her up. Fit with blood curdling scream. I turn into Bad Dad and tell her to stop. She stops, patrons stare at me like I'm a heartless bastard (true but hurtful strangers). Boy now wants to carry the books, but cannot carry my 500 pager. I got a squirmy baby, two poorly made spiders, and a 500 page book in the parking lot.
We made it home. They survived. I survived.
So, long story short, arts and crafts suck and I hate them. And it is all their fault a pleasant library trip turned into my own personal version of hell.
So, go to the library with the kids, just me. Megan is busy with other things. We get their books and this wonderful helpful librarian says, come do arts and crafts. Now, Graham hears that and says, "What are we doing?" Well they're making egg carton animals. So of course he has to do it. All my dad senses are screaming no GTF out of there. But, the boy wants to do it. He begs and begs and begs and I relent. Okay, let's go do it.
So I enter into a realm that is utterly beyond me. A realm I had successfully avoided for most of my post-elementary school life. It had been a glorious 18 year run. But now I am thrust into my own personal version of hell.
But to my wonderment, it began well. Kids were listening, helping. Maeve wasn't a hellian. Great. Then she wants to color, I let her. We were using markers because paint is always a bad idea with these to and markers were my last option. Maeve gets bored and gives me the marker she was using. Great, clean happy easy.
Ah, but then the demon arose in her. While I am crafting, miserably I might add, spider legs from pipe cleaners. My frustration rises and so does my determination. Maeve gets onto the table. It's okay, she just wants to see whats happening. I get the piper cleaners sufficiently situated to function as something resembling spider legs. I look up.
My tiny little Toddlebops, my little pride and joy, has a marker open, a lovely purply-pinkish one. And my cute curly-haired stinker has covered her mouth area in so much marker she looks like a red-haired Joker-baby. And the night spiraled downward.
Graham insists we need to glue the legs with a hot glue gun because the model one did it. But, he needs to add googly eyes. But oh no, anytime he gets the least bit of glue on him he needs to find the paper towels. Then I have to wash Toddlebops's face, which I do. Then the boy asks a question, I look away. A completely different marker adorns my baby's face. I wash her face again. I carry her off, fit. The boy wants to not carry the books or the spiders. I force him to carry the spiders. I carry the baby, the books, and my patience is thin.
We get to the checkout stand, his arms are tired he can't carry the spiders. I checkout the books, Toddlebops is calm standing there staring at something. I pick her up. Fit with blood curdling scream. I turn into Bad Dad and tell her to stop. She stops, patrons stare at me like I'm a heartless bastard (true but hurtful strangers). Boy now wants to carry the books, but cannot carry my 500 pager. I got a squirmy baby, two poorly made spiders, and a 500 page book in the parking lot.
We made it home. They survived. I survived.
So, long story short, arts and crafts suck and I hate them. And it is all their fault a pleasant library trip turned into my own personal version of hell.
Tom
Istar
I'd like to have words with your previous therapist...
Orc Knight
Auror
So, hurricane happened. Got some writing done with no internet around when not at work. So, I made about a page. But hey, hurricane is mostly over and internet is back and my area is all right for the most part.
DragonOfTheAerie
Vala
I hope this fantasy novel i am going to read will enlighten me to the minutiae of the author's sexual fetishes!
...said no one ever.
And yet...-_-
...said no one ever.
And yet...-_-
pmmg
Myth Weaver
I am pretty sure that is not true.
Garren Jacobsen
Auror
Sports fans are the whiniest bunch of babies. Team loses and they act like the world is going to end. Holy hell. (This coming from a guy that loves watching various forms of sports ball.)
Tom
Istar
If you're a Buffalo Bills fan, on the other hand, you only act like the world is going to end when they win. We've learned to keep our expectations low over the years.
Orc Knight
Auror
Aren't your Bills against my Vikings today?
Garren Jacobsen
Auror
The bills just stomped the fighting Scandinavians of Minnesota.
Orc Knight
Auror
Can I be not surprised by that? Because I'm not.
DragonOfTheAerie
Vala
Well, i'm not saying it, at least. Or thinking it. lol
DragonOfTheAerie
Vala
Star Wars fans come close. :/
