The [Disco Chives] Misplaced Parrot Complaint Thread
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So pretty much anything going on in the world at the moment?... I'm not implying you are easily riled up or frightened, but that the world is a pretty scary place filled with scary angerifying stuff and rarely does one see headlines that say "BREAKING NEWS: EVERYTHING IS GREAT!"
I feel that way all the time, sans the frightened part... some say I'm perpetually angry, but I say it's a carefully cultivated and focused technique of malcontention... like when two ninjas are fighting and one recognizes the other's fighting technique... "So you have chosen Jigoro's fifth form... Inconsolable Mantis... Master Jigoro did not prepare you well... Witness Tenth Level, second form Backpedaling Monkey!!"
Granted that kind of dialogue only happens in animes where someone's avenging their sensei who was killed by their former star pupil who was also their nephew, who was demoted because the person avenging their death was a better swordsman than them and they became consumed by petty jealousy and devoted their whole to destroying everyone who wronged them including the new star pupil who of all things was a lowly dumpling chef before he was taken in by the sensei... it's usually after the big reveal where their oni mask gets shattered and even though it was already missing half of it and you'd have to be pretty nearsighted not to recognize most of the face that was visible, the protagonist is like "Muchiro!... No!?... How could it be you!... How could you betray your clan and uncle!?... "... But like nobody else is surprised because he literally went though 70% of the story with half a mask and was still wearing a name tag saying "HELLO! My Name Is: Muchiro" from some villain meet and greet he attended in the second episode, which he forgot he was wearing.
My form of malcontention is Pissy Monkey Third form, Tenth level, Third floor, Blue aisle next to the elevator.
Its based on the carpark philosophy of malcontention where one has to leave their their expectations and personal desires somewhere within the metaphorical garage, and you can only move up if you remembered where you parked them without using the remote to trigger the alarm...
Honestly, it's kind of stupid, but in combat when you tell your opponent this they are usually sufficiently confused by the concept so you can strike once or twice while they are baffled.
I know this isn't helpful for you aggravation or unease, but it distracted you long enough to not be reading something else more horrible, which I guarantee is probably lurking on the internet... assuming it was something you read, saw or were told by a squirrel.
Squirrels exaggerate a lot.
I'm just saying... I'm not turning this into another story with anthropomorphic animals doing crazy things and saying crazy stuff, another big long story about squirrels or penguins or other crazy stuff.
You are most likely justified in your concern and consternation... I'm just trying to distract you, as I mentioned previously, so the stress doesn't get to you and affect your health.
What you need to know is that "Everything Will Be Okay"...
I don't completely believe that either, but it felt nice to write that... but sometimes that's okay to say... things are bad, but they'll get better, then awful again and then better...
Its a philosophy where like when you find yourself moving forward through an uncomfortable situation and everything is on fire and crap is exploding left and right and you are wondering if that moist stuff dripping down your forehead is sweat or something more important, that you don't get too focused on the loud hot stuff, you focus on the doorway which hopefully isn't on fire too yet... if you let all the explodie things distract you, you'll probably trip over something hot and flaming and that'll make getting to the door harder... you gotta focus on the hope that once you can get to the door, there'll be far less hot and boomy things outside and maybe some bandaids if that's not sweat... you gotta keep moving forward until it's at least a little less bad and hopefully a safe place to rest... and hopefullier maybe, possibly a lot longer until you have to face that kind of situation again... hopefully.
That was a terrible analogy, but it does often feel like everything is on fire... and the only way sometimes to avoid the fire is to accept, "yeah, s**ts on fire, but it's not hopeless" and keep moving forward the best you can... as long as there isn't fire directly in front of you... then you really gotta maybe move around it, then keep going forward... unless forward is where the fire was and backwards was were the fire wasn't... you know what, I think you get the idea... this is really why I never became a philosopher... that and there aren't a lot of paid philosopher jobs or a philosopher's union...
Well, I didn't turn this into another penguin conspiracy story or something about psyops hamsters... so there's that.
I hope you are feeling better by now... not from what I wrote, but maybe you came across a photo of a cute kitten being snuggled by a large dog and that made you feel better... I wouldn't ever presume that any of the previous nonsense would be calming... hell, I probably made it worse with the fire and crap exploding... you were probably like "Dude!... I was just pissed off and disturbed by something... what's with the apocalyptic visions bro?"
Yeah... that's probably something they teach you not to do in philosophy school...
Well... I dunno...
Sorry...?
Feel better.
When you see a headline like that,things are even worse than you thought.
I hate when that happens. My dad had 5 siblings, so there were lots and lots of nephews. Really kind of surprising that they all went into the same field and were all displaced star pupils. I guess it just runs in the family.
Or a newspaper (they still have some of those, right? I see them on newsstands at the pharmacy/megastore. But they might just be props or something), or on TV, or basically anything which might include information and/or disinformation about the real world (or whatever timeline it is we're in, cause it sure doesn't look real to me).
I doubt it. Unless they're Stoics. Otherwise, apocalypses are probably their bread and butter. Which they need, what with there not being any jobs for them. That's probably a good thing; otherwise they might become lawyers.
TFW you wake up to a fraud notice from your credit card provider, then go online and see that sure enough, someone's been trying and failing to run your card through various online shopping sites.
And that card is the one you use for Daz purchases
That just happened to me. I had to get a new card.
...yes a good distraction from another distraction (today's big sprotsball game which has been something of a "yawner").
Just that what I alluded to about the other night is something I cannot go into detail here as it's a TOS taboo. However it was (still is) pretty disconcerting but that's about all I can say.
...hey San Francisco just scored a touchdown to go ahead (then missed the extra point).
Just watched the eight Hellraiser movie, 2005's Hellworld. It was the first in the series that was both a bad movie AND a bad Hellraiser. The premise revolves around an MMORPG that barely factors into the movie and was clearly conceived of by people who have absolutely no idea how games work. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how the other movies are), that seems to be the last of the Hellraiser franchise that we can watch without paying extra.
Is that the one where they shot CDs out to slice and dice? I watched them so long ago.
Well it's not like that lost extra point resulted in a game ending up tied, and lost in overtime or something.
...much deeper than a sprotsball game.that itself was a distraction to the actual matter.a hand.
That was actually only the third of them, starring Terry Farrell, better known as Jadzia Dax from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
I have found the prepaid MasterCards to be the best way to make online payments.
I can buy the card with cash and activation can be done with a prepaid mobile number.
Once the card is used, no-one can make any more purchases on it and nobody can trace it back to me.
Here in EU the prepaid cards are limited to 150 eur, but that has been enough so far.
I must admit I've never heard of pre-paid cards as being a thing at all. Amazing what you learn.
Regards,
Richard
Up here they can be found in some grocery stores and kiosks.
Some online stores don't work due to the billing address (lacking State and 2-part street address), but then I connect the card to PayPal
I kept dozing off and on during the SupperBowl MMXXIV, and woke up with the impression that Taylor Swift™ somehow won the game.
(waves to all)
I grew up in an industrial neighborhood as a kid... Oh, the things you'd find in dumpsters (when it wasn't a body)... one such treasure was hundreds of boxed LPs (the big records) which we assumed were defective (turns out they weren't)... we turned them into Discs Of Death... think Tron, but with vinyl instead... you can cut down an inch thick Ailanthus tree (those smelly weed trees that grow in vacant lots) if you throw them hard enough... and definitely can lodge the plastic deep into a full grown tree with enough enthusiasm.
After which, they were indeed defective.
(i.e. both the LPs and the trees)
Non-complaint: I told you I grew up used to snow! In the '50s and '60s we slogged to the bus stop in the center of town (longest walk being about 3 or 4 blocks) to stand in the snow waiting for the bus to come pick the 10 or so of us town kids up for the ride to school. On really cold days ( i.e. below 0F [-18C]) the postmistress would take pity on us and let us wait in the postoffice lobby. But snow was common, lots of it, all winter long from late November through late March or early April. The chart below shows which areas in the US are well prepared for and can handle snow. But back in my day..., we often had to slog through snow that had dropped overnight and came half way up our teenaged shins. This year we have had two half-interesting snowstorms but the ground has been bare, 90% of the winter.
Climate, it is a changin'.
Check out the big greenish area at the western end of NY State. I'm in the county at the far western end of that green patch. And the chart below is only for about the last 10 years. Sixty and seventy years ago, snows around here were much worse, but the town and the state had(and still have) lots of plows & trucks. Today we even get the sidewalks plowed too, which was unheard of a half century ago. Back then, everybody shoveled their own sidewalk.
It's funny, up here we have Leadville (elevation 10,200 feet, 142 inches of snow a year) where they've cancelled school maybe a half-dozen times in the last fifty years. The locals like to pretend that every snow day they do get is the first one they've ever had.
I was doing a German class on Duolingo. I needed to finish the sentence. Der ____ ist ein Schauspieler. The options were Salat or Mann. Of course, I chose "Salat" not Mann.
Why would you think a salad is an actor??? Or have you been watching too many commercials?
Probably watching too many commericals? Or my brain wasn't functioning correcting at that moment.
Also some salads act like they are healthy, but with all the calories in the dressing and other addons, they are not healthy.
I was going to giggle about this...
But here, you make a good point!
this is an example of why I really don't comprehend German even though I can sort of read it and understand some when people speaking it
I knew the words but not the meaning
was mulling over what the jhell a "show player" was
actor while obvious just didn't occur to me
Also....
For learning German, I recommend Seedlang. It's awesome!
And free. German native speakers with video and much more robust than Duolingo.
https://www.seedlang.com/
Complaint: My Samsung 75" TV tells me to check the Invisible connection, So I look and Look and still can't see the dang thing. I can see all the visible ones, but the invisible one still eludes my eyesight.
English: unspellable
French: unpronounceable
German: unscrambleable
Spanish: unthrottleable
My Grandmother used to say "Die Worte eines Salats mögen die Ohren beruhigen, aber vertraue niemals darauf, dass der Kopfsalat dem Drehbuch folgt."... But I think it's more of a metaphor that you shouldn't hire a head of lettuce as the lead role in an important play or a complicated one like Shakespeare's Hamlet... but recently lettuce have been able to outlast heads of state, so who knows what modern lettuce are capable of?
mine used to say "Was ist das fur scriibblescrabble"