So I’ve been shopping at this store for how many years and NOW you wanna nearly literally chase me out the store for wearing a backpack?
I’m already not trusted at enough places I absolutely have to be, let alone places I can choose not to go. I’m not going to pleasantly anticipate shopping at a store where I know I won’t be trusted, especially alone after walking in and getting reprimanded for “breaking their rules” and having someone chase after me, especially when I’m already being videotaped, complete with an Orwellian PA recording playing throughout the store reminding me of this fact every 5 minutes that I already put up with in the few months or so since they started doing that.
I understand the store has the right to make its own rules and cover its ass, but guess, what, my ass comes first, and guess what else, I don’t trust you either. Not with my dad’s Nikon SLR camera, my mom’s laptop, my DSi XL, my 3DS, or all my Pokémon.
It would be one thing if it were an establishment like certain stores and museums in the city where there’s an actual formal process where you check your stuff in and it gets locked up you get a ticket and there’s cameras recording the check in area, but I’m not going to just hand over my backpack to some guy I don’t know behind the unsecured cash register area and worry about my stuff the whole time I’m shopping when I just wanted to stop for a 3 dollar jug of motor oil on the way to college.
I’m not going to pay not to be trusted as a customer when I could have made the same trip at any other store WITHOUT Orwellian PA announcements reminding me that I’m being watched and that they don’t trust me, and without actually having someone run after me to throw me out as I’m on my way to get the one thing I came for.
I swore the days of me being bothered for merely going about my business would end with high school. I’ve had enough with crap like getting thrown out of an English class after 20 minutes of exemplary participation because the teacher noticed my sweater has a (GASP!) hood on that is barely noticed and couldn’t even fit over my hair if I even attempted to wear it, or getting yanked (literally) to the side of the hall by some renegade security guard for wearing my glasses, or getting in trouble for walking down the wrong set of stairs, or getting yelled at because some girl I don’t even know decided it would be fun to grab my ass.
I’m done with all that.
So sayonara unnamed retail establishment. I’ll just go to the much better store that’s literally two doors down from yours in the same strip mall.
I just had to sit through watching some airhead chick do a “presentation” on Johnathan Swift’s A Modest Proposal without knowing that the piece is about COOKING AND EATING HUMAN BABIES. The professor actually had to TELL HER THIS and she was absolutely shocked and revolted as though she had no idea. She’s supposed to have read this already and would have already known.
Seriously, there’s no way you can read A Modest Proposal and not be fully aware that its about COOKING AND EATING HUMAN BABIES, you can’t miss it, Swift practically shoves it in the readers face as though it were in BOLD ALL CAPS UNDERLINED IN ITALICS.
It’s the crux of the piece its the point it revolves around, there’s no feasible way you can read it and not know that this is what its about unless you just read the introductory blurb featured in the textbook which deliberately doesn’t spoil the shock of reading a deadpan, straight-faced PROPOSAL TO COOK AND EAT HUMAN BABIES.
So either this girl attempted to read Swift’s piece and has outrageously poor reading comprehension bordering on illiteracy, or SHE DIDN’T DO THE READING and left the professor to prompt her on mentioning everything the should have known, which created the illusion of her actually knowing the material and engaging the professor on it.
And then she has the nerve to sit there reading the piece on the spot while the professor is talking about the things SHE should be talking about, and then goes and adds her smart sounding commentary on elements she just picked up by scanning the piece seconds earlier.
As for me, I gave a half hour lecture on the Laputa section of Gulliver’s Travels going far beyond my assigned section Travels I had to read, and beyond what was even provided in the textbook to put everything else in context.
This class is a joke anyway. I literally have nothing better to do than college right now, that’s it.
Anyway, I stopped wearing my glasses late August, which I’ve worn every single day nearly all day since 2002. These are the dark looking glasses I wear in nearly all of my YouTube videos and on my Lunarian avatar and my Mii.
There’s no vision correction in the lenses, the prescription is merely the filter which was chosen for me because starting around 4th grade I started having complex migraines that made people think I’m having a stroke and get me sent to the ER, similar to the news reporter in this video.
I was prescribed the glasses in 2002 circa because the complex migraines were getting very frequent and I was missing too much school. Out of the entire system of filters I ended up getting prescribed the one filter combination that looks the most like sunglasses.
This was cool in some ways but a pain in the rear in others, mainly in that looking the way I already do and wearing what appear to be shades at all times, some people assume certain things that are mostly based on stereotypes associated with my hair and skin color, and I know they’ve likely been the cause of me being turned down for several jobs.
I was supposed to go back to this doctor maybe five years ago to get tested for a new filter anyway (doesn’t help she’s 100 miles out of state, or rather on the mainland), and It’s been a full year since I’ve had any aura of a complex migraine, so in August I took them off for the first time in nearly a decade and I was doing pretty well.
But combined with recent situation specific stress and being back under the really intense florescent lights in some of the classrooms (something I didn’t consider when I stopped wearing them during the Summer), I’ve started having frequent, non-complex migraine (thank god) headaches which I fear will get worse, and I have professors snapping at me in front of everyone for “sleeping” during class when I’m squinting under the lights (yet they say nothing to all the girls right in her face on Facebook during the whole lecture), so I’m probably going to start wearing them sometimes from now on.
At least now my Lunarian avatar and Mii aren’t outated anymore.
I know it’s not entirely fair for me to say this, but it irks me when people take awesome photos of a non personal/private nature, display them publicly on a site like Flickr, and then set it so that users cant link show them fully credited and with a return link on compatible sites such as here on Tumblr.
In most (but not all) cases I’ve seen this done, it just strikes me as needlessly curmudgeonly and makes me wonder why they bothered uploading to Flickr and making the image publicly viewable in the first place, especially when they’re not selling the image in any way.
I appreciate their right to do so, but its like, hey, I’ve shared equal or better photos of the same subjects from other users, I’m not trying to steal yours or rip you off merely by showing it to my friends.
When I’m that concerned or protective over a photo, I set it to private or host it someplace private.
…with my friend, except that in the dream, I was filming a Real Unova video oddly enough. Except the video wasn’t about Unova, but the Pokémon World’s equivalent to what would theoretically lie on the landmass far east of where Nuvema Town, Accumula Town, Pokémon League, and so forth are situated on.
So like seen in the game world, the Pokémon RPGs actually existed in-universe, but I was exploring the region east of Unova (called Munia) with my friend not only going on a general badge and adventure quest, but also filming the “real” versions of the cities featured in the game to share online with fans of the games who werent from the actual region.
Incidentally, I was actually playing parts of this game on a DSi XL and it had better than Gen V graphics, but still with Gen V polygon/sprite hybrid style, but you could adjust the camera so it felt more 3D. The lower screen had 8 bit Gen II style graphics while the upper screen displayed the same scene in modern polygonal graphics at the same time. It was really neat.
But the odd thing is, there otherwise wasn’t much explicit context that this was supposed to be the Pokémon World.
So I show up at this city which has this huge hotel/resort/casino as its main gimmick which also included a tall skyscraper part that the Gym was inside.
And in the lobby we meet the most stereotypical, cliche rich, outrageously racist British dude ever, complete with a freaking monocle and the voice of George Sanders as Shere Kahn from Disney’s The Jungle Book, but acted more like a more relaxed version Jason Isaacs as Lucius Malfoy. (Thank god he didn’t have Stereling Halloway’s voice, that would have hurt my childhood too much)
So this guy’s a hard bodied racist and verbally lets me have it which bothered me a lot in the dream, but really what he acted like was a cartoon-villain like racist antagonist from an ABC After School Special.
So he threatens to throw me out and calls security, but it turns out hes only in charge of the lobby and the first floor and cant do anything once I’m above it, so me and my friend walk over to the elevator (its a huge lobby and security’s taking a while to convene on us).
While we’re walking, I actually reach into my black trenchcoat (I dont know why, but whatever) and my fingers graze the contracted Pokéball on my hip that contains my Serperior if the security guards came and a battle broke out, but my friend told me I was being trigger happy and to wait till we were actually confronted, but me made it to the elevator in time
The elevator brought us to a Macy’s showroom on the second floor where they were selling pots and pans and kitchenware stuff, and there was a red carpet on the floor and we were both wandering around like “okay, now what?” when the dream ended.
Oh, and Pokédex 3D works as an actual Pokédex too.
I'm about to compare London to a parking lot please don't kill me.
I saw a poster on campus for a college trip to England.
It’s just under 2000 dollars with a crapton of stuff included, so it was relatively affordable, not that I could ever afford it.
But it was only to London anyway. Going all the way to the UK just for London to me would be like going to Walt Disney World to take a guided tour of the parking lot and going home not having been to any of the parks.
Not that I dislike London based on what I heard, I just have extremely obsessive and esoteric interests which London has little part in.
So Sluggy and I drive up to Ruck’s house (a three hour drive) and hang out all night Saturday watching HARVEY BIRDMAN: ATTORNEY AT LAW and being awesome. Then we go to Icky’s house to hang out with Icky, Alf, Zar, H, and us three.
I’ve got online pals who draw stuff like that and I follow their art accounts, some of them are furries and some of them do art for me, but I wouldn’t call myself a furry in the same way I wouldn’t consider myself a classical music fan merely because I like a few of Chopin and Saint-Saens pieces but have very limited, picky interest in classical music beyond that.
As for my current avatar on YouTube, Twitter, and Tumblr, yeah, its me as one of the aliens from my novel dressed like Pokémon Trainer. You can think of it as a “fursona”, but I don’t, and either way, its just a cartoony depiction of myself as an alien, so if someone thinks it cool, that nice, and I don’t really take it seriously when people get bent out of shape and hate me over it either. It’s just a cartoon.
I don’t consider it my “true self” or who I am on the inside or anything, (in fact I hate going barefoot anyway, I like being human and wearing shoes) its just a cartoon depiction of myself that marries something I’ve created with something that inspired me to start writing and creating to begin with, and I think that’s fun and suits the mood of my websites well.
This hoax has gone on undetected on my campus for a full month now and has fooled many people already, so I feel comfortable making this public on the off chance that it gets discovered by someone from my college and the secret blown.
If you do go to this college by some chance, try to keep it dark. This wont work if its common knowledge that its a hoax and everyone sort of “wink-nods” while passing the picture in the hall. There’s a reason I’m not posting this anywhere near this college’s Facebook community.
As this hoax does in fact have the potential to continue on undetected for years I would like to give it the best chance possible, but satisfied with the full month its gone undetected, I can’t resist sharing it.