Oh shush.
Yep, I did that even though I knew it was wrong. So, there's my confession!

Mr Awe
Oh shush.
^On the floor after a couple has screwed on it. Have you never been clubbing?
Awesome, was it spooge or lady goo?
One thing I can never get over is the poor hygiene I've encountered at conventions.
I've never been to a Trek convention, but I can rank (ha ha get it?) the types of conventions I've been to by their "funk factor":
Sex conventions: Not funky (everything smells like something, but not BO)
Comic book conventions (e.g. New York Comic Con): Not very funky
Anime conventions: Somewhat funky
Tabletop gaming conventions: Rather funky
Video game conventions: Maximum funk
This is in spite of convention programs almost always saying that you should shower every day. That they even have to mention this makes me go.
Seriously, people. Bathe.
I was at a gaming convention once where they had these little containers of deodorizer. They just sat on each table, supposedly absorbing the stink. The room still smelled bad. I was only able to stand a few minutes of it. Gross.
Napkins. Always. When I'm out eating and there's napkins, I grab a few more then I'm gonna use so I always have something handy if i need to blow my nose or just need a piece of paper.I take handfulls of sugar and splenda packets from Starbucks for the coffee and tea I have at home.
I mostly go to our local theater. They're good people and I'm a regular so I usually buy something, if not the full popcorn/drinks/candy thing every time.I carry the Big Purse into the movie theater, so hubby and I can sneak snacks in without paying the ridiculously high prices.
Of course, when I go WITHOUT hubby, I totally buy popcorn there, which he forbids me to do. But he's not there, so screw it.
Oh Gods, all the fucking CoD kids that where at the game convention my brother's school had a booth at...You literally passed by the FPS corners and the stench... The stench defies description.I've never been to a Trek convention, but I can rank (ha ha get it?) the types of conventions I've been to by their "funk factor":
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Video game conventions: Maximum funk
Simple: both are fetishes.I have absolutely no problem with the costume. It's kind of bondagy but if you didn't know what that was (ie if you brought your kid along to a con) you would not have a clue. But my god, why go to all that trouble and expense and not use deodorant or apparently wash?!
I have a library book that was due 24 years ago. A friend of mine borrowed it and then left it at my house. Every now and then I show it to her and we laugh like idiots. It's a photo book about Bhutan.
That really is obnoxious. Why? Because you don't know who you're spiting (might even be a friend or possible love interest). And just how long does the good feeling last? I imagine not too long. What happened? Did someone do this to you once and you're obsessed with getting revenge?In college, I used to go back out to my car to eat lunch. Sometimes it would be a good three quarters of a mile walk to where I parked, but I didn't care. I just liked the feeling of crushing peoples hopes of finding a parking spot. That look of utter disappointment when they realized I wasn't leaving...It felt so good.
The fact that I myself had to wait for an hour to find that spot made it all the sweeter.
I mostly go to our local theater. They're good people and I'm a regular so I usually buy something, if not the full popcorn/drinks/candy thing every time.I carry the Big Purse into the movie theater, so hubby and I can sneak snacks in without paying the ridiculously high prices.
Of course, when I go WITHOUT hubby, I totally buy popcorn there, which he forbids me to do. But he's not there, so screw it.
As for other theaters when I go to them, yeah I usually buy some stuff.
Kinda curious, any reason why he forbids you to? Just the pricing or secret toxins?
This is in spite of convention programs almost always saying that you should shower every day. That they even have to mention this makes me go.
Seriously, people. Bathe.
I was at a gaming convention once where they had these little containers of deodorizer. They just sat on each table, supposedly absorbing the stink. The room still smelled bad. I was only able to stand a few minutes of it. Gross.
Confessions, eh? Ok, mine involve ebooks.
I have a Nook. I buy ebooks from B&N, but also buy them from Kindle and other places. As soon as I've bought anything non-B&N, I download it, strip the DRM and convert it to ePub (format for the Nook). I then stick it in a folder with titles I've downloaded from B&N, before copying it to my Nook.
I'm not sharing the files. But I've also been around long enough to have seen instances where "big brother" has gone in and yanked files that were purchased legally. Damn right I'll back those files up.
If I get some other ereader in the future, I'll do the same thing with that.
That really is obnoxious. Why? Because you don't know who you're spiting (might even be a friend or possible love interest). And just how long does the good feeling last? I imagine not too long. What happened? Did someone do this to you once and you're obsessed with getting revenge?In college, I used to go back out to my car to eat lunch. Sometimes it would be a good three quarters of a mile walk to where I parked, but I didn't care. I just liked the feeling of crushing peoples hopes of finding a parking spot. That look of utter disappointment when they realized I wasn't leaving...It felt so good.
The fact that I myself had to wait for an hour to find that spot made it all the sweeter.
I only bring this up because I've been on the other end of that a few times. I pull up to a spot where I saw someone get into their car. As soon as they see me waiting with my signal on, it's like they shift into slow motion. Then with the engine and lights on, they go to the back of the car, pop the trunk and rummage around in it for a bit, pretending to "adjust" their bags. The telltale sign was the smirk flashed as they closed the trunk and slowly sauntered back into the car. Not a friendly smile. A smug grin that telegraphed "heh, I'm making you wait and it feels so good." And they don't even know me. Just blatant anonymous hostility. Sickening.
Nooks use the open ePub format, so usually no DRM there. It's Amazon's Kindle that uses a proprietary format, and one of the very few e-readers that doesn't support ePub. It's one of the main reasons I got my wife a Nook instead of a Kindle.Confessions, eh? Ok, mine involve ebooks.
I have a Nook. I buy ebooks from B&N, but also buy them from Kindle and other places. As soon as I've bought anything non-B&N, I download it, strip the DRM and convert it to ePub (format for the Nook). I then stick it in a folder with titles I've downloaded from B&N, before copying it to my Nook.
I'm not sharing the files. But I've also been around long enough to have seen instances where "big brother" has gone in and yanked files that were purchased legally. Damn right I'll back those files up.
If I get some other ereader in the future, I'll do the same thing with that.
I'm not really all that familiar with ereaders, but are they all that proprietary? If you have a Nook you can't ever read anything bought from Amazon without all that DRM stripping and hoop jumping (and vice versa I'd assume)?
Screw that!
Nooks use the open ePub format, so usually no DRM there. It's Amazon's Kindle that uses a proprietary format, and one of the very few e-readers that doesn't support ePub. It's one of the main reasons I got my wife a Nook instead of a Kindle.
People who park in handicapped spaces and are not themselves handicapped should be beaten like a rented mule.
People who park in handicapped spaces and are not themselves handicapped should be beaten like a rented mule.
Amen! One piece of trivia that infuriated me when I read the bio of Steve Jobs was that he regularly parked in handicapped spots (long before he got sick). Grrr.
^On the floor after a couple has screwed on it. Have you never been clubbing?
Awesome, was it spooge or lady goo?
Spooge.
Spoooooge.
Never heard that term before, and still enjoying it !
Still sorry....
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