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[SealyStar]

i am not of the americas

explain how

Do a search for it in this thread. I've raged about it before and I'm too tired to type it out on my phone.

But seriously, fuck Minneapolis.

Judging from his previous posts, it's not Minneapolis (which is, to me, the last civilized place going west until maybe Phoenix) that he hates, it's the Minneapolis airport. Airports in general are !!FUN!! these days (don't hurt me if I'm misusing that joke) from all the excessive security and how busy they always are and how hard it is to get to your flight. And MSP (Minneapolis-Saint Paul) exacerbates the last problem in particular because it has really, really long empty corridors between the actual gate areas.

[Neonivek]

Glloyde driving tests can get even more BS

I've heard stories of people failing the test for doing something "Technically illegal" but completely legal.

For example one person was about to be rammed nearly full speed by another car on the road, and so she can to immediately drive onto the curve in order not to get into a terrible accident.

The test giver said that she did the right thing and that she probably saved his life... but that he still had to fail her... But he did, on the spot, schedule her next drivers test (and from what I hear she easily passed)

[AlleeCat]

Comic Sans is the best font in the world, if you want your designs to look like they're done by little girls!

[timferius]

Glloyde driving tests can get even more BS

I've heard stories of people failing the test for doing something "Technically illegal" but completely legal.

For example one person was about to be rammed nearly full speed by another car on the road, and so she can to immediately drive onto the curve in order not to get into a terrible accident.

The test giver said that she did the right thing and that she probably saved his life... but that he still had to fail her... But he did, on the spot, schedule her next drivers test (and from what I hear she easily passed)

Yes, there's a good rage, the Ontario drive test system is idiotic. And that's ignoring the fact that the full G license is just a money grab (we trust you completely to drive on any road for up to 5 years, but you need to pay us 80 bucks and pass a dumb test if you want to keep driving after that. Oh, and now you can have a beer with lunch and still drive). If someone hits you, you fail and owe them more money to retake the test. Avoid an accident? great, but you crossed a line, so fail. Don't make it Blatantly obvious you're checking your mirrors by moving your head in a way that is more distracting than just looking with your eyes? Fail. Have anxiety being judged while driving, causing you to screw up more than otherwise? too bad.

[Dutchling]

Someone in this building has a spanning tree or something. No idea what it is but apparently it's fucking over my internet connection >.>

[LordSlowpoke]

uh what

how would a protocol on someone's network affect your connection unless something is severely wrong with the pipes

are you perhaps on a shared connection like in uni or something because that's the point where you shout at it to unfuck the pipes

[BFEL]

GAHHH

Somehow I fucked up the install of some part of the new Immersive Armors.
Or more specifically some part of the shit you have to go through to make the new version compatible with SkyRe.

Which the whole process is ridiculously bullshit, first you have to DL IA7, then you have to go to this Xanadu (or whatever the retards name is) asswipes compatability mod thing, which has FORTY SIX VERSIONS BECAUSE HE DECIDED TO INCLUDE SEPERATE VERSIONS FOR EVERY SINGLE MOD COMBINATION EVER.
AND HE NAMED THEM ALL INCREDIBLY OBTUSE SHIT THAT TELLS YOU NOTHING ABOUT THE ACTUAL MODS IT COVERS.

It also "requires" a mod that I am 99% sure has absolutely nothing to do with anything (It "fixes" problems with vanilla weapons/armor, and its supposedly required by a mod that makes things compatible with a mod that CHANGES EVERY FUCKING WEAPON AND ARMOR.)
I'm also pretty sure this "required" mod is whats causing my current issue (steel armor having less then half the armor rating of iron? LOLFAIL)
And said mod also adds a script, so removing it could destroy my game and require me to REDOWNLOAD EVERY SINGLE MOD I HAVE.

Oh and it gets better, there is a tutorial to install all of this, but its only for people who use the NMM, there is no information on how to install everything manually like I do.
Said tutorial also states that NEED to also use Immersive Weapons (although the crazy compatibility kook supposedly has versions that don't require it, who fucking knows which those are, given his naming system) despite the fact that all the good models from that mod are already in SkyRe ANYWAY, so I don't see the goddamn point of throwing in extra versions of a silver katana.

[Dutchling]

uh what

how would a protocol on someone's network affect your connection unless something is severely wrong with the pipes

are you perhaps on a shared connection like in uni or something because that's the point where you shout at it to unfuck the pipes

There's like 700 students in this building. So yeah, shared connection.

[nenjin]

Can you not move to a less rage-inducing city?

I don't live there. But the esoteric and byzantine system that is US flight routing puts me through there almost every time I travel. Which is a minimum of 8 times a year for the job, more if I'm running around doing implementations or training or face-saving.

It's sort of like that cliche nightmare you see in movies or books, that recurs over and over again.....

Spoiler: ENGAGE RAGE NIGHTMARE (click to show/hide)

Sometimes it's the exact same dream, the same scene playing out over and over again. But other times there's new details, or whole new parts of the dream inserted. Sometimes it's a bathroom that shocks the conscience and the soul. Sometimes it's that one well-meaning but ultimately frustrating TSA agent. Sometimes it's an actual jerk. But it's ALWAYS the other shit. Walking from F (that's F for "Fuck You Regional Flyers") concourse to A (that's "Aren't you glad your gate is A26?) concourse. The fucking unnecessarily long C concourse with its many kitchsy, over-priced, bullshit stores faced in natural wood, flavored with just enough pretentious Native American cultural iconography, that it necessitates a fucking train to not be bothered by it. Minneapolis Airport is an edifice to consumerism in a way that just pisses me off, not least because it's an inconvenience. It has more bathrooms than most airports IMO, and yet you've got a 60% chance of something being a) filthy b) totally fucking ruined by someone and yet to be cleaned up or c) broken in some way. You might ask why I don't sleep during any of this like most people do to escape the horrors of air travel. The answer is I tend to wake up from naps with a mild to an actual headache, stay groggy quite a while and feel pretty terrible after constantly dozing off and waking up again. I prefer the fever-edge of sleep deprivation to that. I drink coffee, listen to stuff like this and read arm-thick 40k novels. That's how I deal with it, but it tends to have side effects.

I wasn't going to go into it, but fuck it, I have my n²th wind so let me give you a taste of my mental state when I visit my nightmare that is Minneapolis Intl.

My day starts briskly at 5:00 am because my other boss, the auction guy, tries to save money where he can on airfare, and we put up with it because we're damn near family at this point and we don't want him to wreck his pocket book flying everyone across the country. (I can't really speak bad of him, I was well-compensated this trip and they got me loaded to boot.) But still, I expect to start most trips running on 3 to 5 hours of sleep. I am a consument night owl.

Lincoln TSA holds me up because of my replacement license. Not a huge inconvenience but it presages more.

There's almost a fist fight as we disembark to Minneapolis. Some guy tries to shove past another guy along the aisle, things start to get heated in a very short period of time and a real fight is averted when he manages to slip past the other dude. Minneapolis, the dark of heart of RAGE speaks to a lot of people.

Cue an hour layover in a mind fog of sleep dep and guzzled coffee, and the usual bullshit.

The auction itself is decent by normal standards. But it's still two ~10 hour days sweating your OR freezing your ass off, and going from total-video-game-esqe focus to mind-numbing boredom and anxiousness and discomfort waiting for your turn, all to the thought-obliterating tune of the auctioneers' cant. And that's a good auction with no technical problems. I sleep poorly most nights (compared to my normal sleep) despite generally decent hotel rooms and being exhausted. Even going to sleep early isn't a huge guarantee of being well-rested for me.

The trip home has a 50% chance of also being at the crack of fucking dawn as well. This time? We were up at 3:45. A new record. Coulda slept another 30 minutes I suppose and still been good, but who wants to run the risk of being trapped in SomewheresTrucksville. This trip wasn't far from Indianapolis, but I end up in the boonies more often than not. And because we celebrated last night, I was still half drunk from the beer and the Apple Pie Hooch. If it's going to suck, I might as well get my fun out of it first.

So, brain-dead and with zero energy, still kinda tipsy, I plow back into the nightmare that is Minneapolis. Long straight aways where you walk and walk and feel like you're getting nowhere. A toilet that just won't stop flushing. Sullen vendors. Fucking idiots standing out in thoroughfares blocking the flow. People crowding up to their flight for no goddamn reason. People who cut. 90% of the places you'd look become eye-contact. (My rational brain tells me that if I'm there that early, so is everyone else and no one is probably in a good mood. But rationality is the real dream in this nightmare.)

The long, long walk to Concourse G, to the one place I like in Minneapolis Intl. The smoking area just outside the employee bus pick up point. It's my oasis. I have to walk for 10 goddamn minutes to get there, with the train, but the security gate is primarily for pilots and staff coming in and out, so it's almost always empty.

The smoking area itself is blissfully quiet and tranquil after the bustle of a hundred souls a minute passing by. There's a nice big planter with trees and bushes at the end of this cul-de-sac. There's few people and those who are there generally do their best to avoid each other, unconsciously obscuring sight lines for a brief fucking second of privacy. Cigarette butts and trash litter the mulch (because people are fucking stupid and disgraceful) but I try to ignore it and enjoy my moment of peace.

But it's just the eye of the RAGE STORM NIGHTMARE, and then I head back inside.

And Minneapolis Intl., it can't help but fuck with me again as the gate security harasses me over my replacement license. He's well-meaning and just wants to do his job, so I don't blame him. But at this point in the nightmare, I see the fell hand of Minneapolis Intl. in everything, toying with its every slave and filling my cup of rage bit by bit until it floweth over. At least this time, TSA regulations were on my side for once.

The gate steward drops a Class A line. "There's no first-class seats but we're full on first-class fliers." Then he proceeds to board the plane and fucking bomb with not one, but two vaguely in-context puns on the PA. Shoulda quit while you were ahead fella.

And just because it can, Minneapolis leaves me with one more present: this woman I'm pretty sure was this chick in highschool who I never got along with. She gets to sit right across from me. And I guess she's still kinda a bitch, because the the door to the plane hadn't even been opened a minute before she was going "Cmon, hurry up already" loud enough everyone gets to hear it, practically walking face first into the dude in front of her in her rush. Yeah, we fucking know but the rest of us are exercising a fraction of fucking patience. Jesus christ, if I'm this hopped up and manage to wait with a little dignity, do you think you can kindly shut the fuck up with the rest of us?

And that's not even going into rest of the mosquito-and-leech-infested state.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to begin the cleansing ritual of loud music, video games and imbibing of various things. Part of me wants to sleep the sleep of the dead, but once you're on a roll with sleep dep, it's hard to stop. Plus I don't want to let the auction claim my Friday night as well, nor do I want to wake up at 5am tomorrow.

[Urist Imiknorris]

WC?

[Skyrunner]

My parents are taking me to grandparents' house, six hours round trip away when it's finally a resting day. Blurgh.

[Descan]

Mom got angry at me because I didn't care about the WC. was visible to her.

FTFY probably.

[hops]

Helvetica is more dyslexia-friendly than Comic Sans so anyone who use Comic Sans to help dyslexic people need to stop existing.

[RedKing]

I don't live there. But the esoteric and byzantine system that is US flight routing puts me through there almost every time I travel. Which is a minimum of 8 times a year for the job, more if I'm running around doing implementations or training or face-saving.

It's sort of like that cliche nightmare you see in movies or books, that recurs over and over again.....

I have the same feeling towards Atlanta, for the same reason.

[stabbymcstabstab]

I almost got ran over twice walking home from lunch, all by Canadians busy getting to the Casino to gamble all their money. This would be about the twelfth time I almost got hit by Canadians speeding or driving through stop signs, In my opinion people in Ontario should be force to take a drivers test every year.