A few of the guys (Americans) I game with called it “A good result.” All I could respond with was a heavy sigh.

At least they haven’t been spouting the usual mysogynistic BS in my presence, unlike my last group. They were outright partying, and they aren’t even American!

I’ve always added a carrot.

First I was asked politely to not swear, even if I was not a customer facing employee.

Second time I was cautioned was because I’d switched to swearing in another language. Manager thought it was hilarious, but they still knew I was swearing.

I spent the next five years being increasingly creative with how I swore. A temporary (and loud) revert to English swearing when I was in a workplace accident was kindly ignored due to circumstance.

There was no third warning.

Too right. Hawai’i is far above him.

I should have been more detailed in my criteria. Uninhabited, no vegetation, maybe even only an inch above sea level.

I do like the raft idea. Drop him off with the flat pack, he can assemble it himself.

We don’t want him. Surely there’s an island in the middle of the ocean he can be sent.

ASKA, Satisfactory, and No Man’s Sky. Occasionally a bit of Pax Dei thrown in in case my building scratch is itchy.

There was a place like this in Vancouver, no idea if it is still there.

The Elbow Room. “Food and service is our name, abuse is our game!”

One of our group asked for water, he got told his legs worked and he could get it himself. The food was amazing, although we did get told off for not finishing our plate.

And only pulled after some pearl clutching nanny noticed and decided to point out the original ruling.

Not the first time someone had a dummy spit over a game that is less problematic than the average M rated movie…

I have so far managed to avoid threads, but Insta is filled with ‘Comment forcedengagement to get the pattern/recipie/cureforthecommon cold’ or stolen videos with facts about some shitty car.

I block them, but that appears to count as interest, so I end up with more of that shit shoved at me.

I’m only there because the crafters I want to see are there, and none of them want to join anything federated. :(

Hopefully through their buttholes, not through their fingers and mouths.

Our previous ISP kept after us for a few years to return their modem/router. Only problem was we were a BYO account - we never had a need for their device, nor was it ever on our account or any invoices. A few years later, and every few months afterward (typically after I’ve had to contact them to solve the hell that was constant dropouts - reconnecting 2-4 times a minute) the missing BUDii would pop up again and they’d demand we return or pay for it.

Each time I got snarkier and snarkier, treading the line of being polite and sounding like I wanted to chew their face off. Then I got Betty (fake name) who asked for a moment while she read the correspondence on our account. She commiserated with the troubles we’d been having, clarified notes on our account and then solved what a dozen others couldn’t figure out, and we never heard about the BUDii ever again.

I have ended every session of Sea of Thieves by setting my ship on fire.

I still feel bad for the two guys who were laughing as my ship burned (while on my ship) when the gunpowder kegs exploded and killed us all.

But only a little bad. They knew things would explode eventually, I was carrying a keg of gunpowder, and my ship was on fire!

We’ve been using it since it came available to test, and is such a lovely change from before. The check out system is so much cleaner than the old locked out of account while someone in the family is playing.

Looks good!

I had the Odyssey (with overlays). Regret giving it to a collector before I moved continents, I’d love to get it hooked up and working!

Cure for me - in my arse.

A male staff member was yelling at and berating a female for god knows what. She was trying to get away from him, and he’d followed her around the office down the stairs and into the washroom.

She was the manager’s fiancee, and there were three witnesses. We were honestly worried for her safety and the receptionist was about to call 911.

Consequences for the abusive minidicked coworker? NONE.

I’m at the point where I no longer actively engage with hobby communities, I might join one and lurk (search for my answers without engaging the community). Unfortunately, they always seem to be cliquish, judgemental, and overly toxic, with moderation/admin who’s are either complicit or actively adding to the bad barrel.

Once in a while I find a gem worth engaging with, and it can turn a passing glance of an interest into something worth lifting up.

Again?

And here I thought it was to look fabulous with silver hair and having no more fucks to give when dealing with morons like JD Futon.

(And to have a cat)

Not afraid of heights.

The sudden stop at the bottom, OTOH…