What Made you Smile/What Ticked you off Today?

[Flake]

Smile: Just turned in my last two assignments for my computer science course. 2 of my 5 classes are done. 2 finals and a final paper are all that stands between me and my diploma.

BRING IT SUBSTANDARD, OVERPRICED EDUCATION!

[Metal Militia]

Smile: Just turned in my last two assignments for my computer science course. 2 of my 5 classes are done. 2 finals and a final paper are all that stands between me and my diploma.

BRING IT SUBSTANDARD, OVERPRICED EDUCATION!

Congrats on being done with school bro. I basically just have my finals left and I'm good to go. Should be and easy school week this week and then I need to study my ass off for finals next week.

[benderx]

This occurs to me sometimes im standing close to certain object/edge and people don't go around you they instead go towards you. People can be so lazy or rude. I saw these two kids run towards the soda section to get more soda and they couldn't wait 20 seconds before the lady refills her drink. Also when a group of people walking down sidewalk hog the area while 1 person needs to get through. its like people are one fat group who can't move to the side.

I remember this one time I was on the plane. The older lady who is trying to look as young as snooki gets the windows seat. I don't mind if she got the window seat. She was hiding a slice of pizza and a large soda drink. Of course I knew she needed to go to the bathroom like 4 or 5 times. I cant believe people love watching the Grammy awards, I other hand was watching Lemmy documentary film (Motörhead band). The movie is actually good/fun/watchable/famous guest.
I just found out SMB.3 a character named Lemmy Koopa was named after Lemmy Kilmister, the lead singer and bass guitarist of the English heavy metal band Motörhead.

[sevin0seven]

ticked: i'm feeling sick today (sniff)

smile: ...maybe i can call sick tomorrow.

[CatchFiveBats]

Smile: Helped a friend with a project for school last night by playing drums for the final scene in a mockumentary he's making for a music video/documentary class he's taking. He was pretty horribly prepared and there was honestly more goofing off than actual work, but all in all it seems like it'll turn out all right. At the very least it was a lot of fun.

Kinda Ticked: Was up until like 4 in the morning with that and still had to work today.

[mjmjr25]

I've never posted on this thread before. Sometimes things have made me smile. Sometimes things have ticked me off - but i've been waiting for a parlay of the two before recanting a particular account. So here goes:

Before leaving work today, I made the usual call home - you know, the "Do you need me to pick up anything on the way home?" call. The missus replied she did not need any staples or other such goods. Upon completion of the trek home, past the orange barrels and perpetually lunch-breaking blue collars, I was greeted by my bride at the door.
Wife: "You didn't pick up children's cold medicine, did you?"
Me: "I did not?"
Wife: "Oh, umm, well were out."

This is a concern for sure, one of the kids must be under the weather, or perhaps just under the clouds and a storm is brewing.
Me: "Oh, ok, who's not doing well?"
Wife: "Oh no, everyone's fine. It's just after you checked to see if we needed anything, I did check and noticed we are out of children's medicine." Me: "Well, i'll stop on the way home tomorrow then."
Wife: "Are you sure?"
Me: "Yes."
Wife: "Do you just want to go get it now and we won't have to worry about it?"

This my friends, is a trick question. Of course i'm not "worried", in fact there is not even a glint of concern - my only concern is this conversation is delaying an intimate relationship between myself and my seductress, that purty little Agetec Stick hiding in my bedroom. But this was not the question - ie, a question of me "worrying". The question was, "Do you want to run the risk of one of the kids getting ill in the next 24 hours, and having been to lazy to do anything?" This is a like playing SFIIHD w/Sevin - you can't win. So to avert disaster, I looked at my tail, I tucked it real nice and snug between my legs, and got back in the van.

Normally a medicine run involves going to Walgreens, but I happen to have been in this situation before. I know the gas station not terribly far from my home carries this holiest of grails, so I pulled into the "Little Store" parking lot. You wont' believe who's sitting on the sidewalk by the entrance - CARL. Yep, you remember him, the Custodial Engineer/Vietnam Veteran from Junior High. I wasn't out of the van before he recognized me - he approached for what I think was a hug, but I managed to manipulate it into a knuckle-bump. Ok, were ahead of ourselves. Lets rewind a bit - Carl was that janitor who liked to hang out w/the students, however he also was the guy who has constant flashbacks, he's also the guy who considered all forms of what you and I refer to as "daily-hygene" - as optional, and frankly not preferred. He also had a funny/scary habit of referring to all feces as grenades and rumor is he occasionally would toss them at his co-workers and tell them to find a fox-hole, - but they were too afraid to make a big deal about it.

One day in lunch hall, the cliche'd "star quarterback" was sitting at his table, and he saw one of his buddies looking around (trying to find his group). So he stands up and shouts, "Charlie, get over here." Carl's ears perked up, he looked over at the QB and said sternly, "What did you say?"
QB: "Don't worry about it Carl, Charlie's comin'."
It all happened so fast, Carl's chest pumped up and he appeared as Earthworm Jim, in the flesh. He had QB pinned to the floor, broom stick at his throat and said, "Listen, Charlie ain't no joke - understand son!? You're gonna have a hard time throwing that ball around when I sew your nuts to your nipples!" Then he backed away and started to sweep the floors. No one said anything. There was nothing in the school paper, nothing written in a newsletter - but from then on, all the guys in Junior High named Charlie - from that day forth, they all went by Chuck.

Anyways, back to the present, I believe we left off on knuckle-bumping. Immediately Carl asked me if I would buy him a slurpee, furthermore, if I would buy 2 slurpees, and have a race with him. Back in Junior High, he was a renowned slurpee racer, maybe it was the metal plate, but Carl doesn't suffer from brain freeze affliction. I told him I don't think this place even has slurpees, but it was good to see him. "Whoa whoa whoa sport - don't play that game w/Carl. Who told you how to complete that jump on SMB 8-2? Who told you how to complete that jump on Wizards and Warriors?" I'm not sure if it was nostalgia, or just fear for my personal safety. Ok, I am sure, it was personal safety - I said, "You did Carl, tell you what, let me grab this medicine in here - then you and I will go to the Spur station in the West End, have a slurpee race for old time's sake."

So there we were - outside the gas station, 48oz slurpees in our hands and Carl with the same look of steely determination that MacGyver gets with about 10 minutes left in each episode - it was "go-time". Ready, set, SLURP - I peered out the corner of my eyes, I was rolling, had 3-4 ounces on him and was feeling strong. My emotions pulled me in both directions, should I give my all? Will he pull out my intestines if I win? In the end, my pride was too much, I went for it - knowing there was a chance neither of us would walk away alive. In the end he was playing with me, the last 22 oz of his purple drank went down like George Michael at a rest stop. He had beaten me fair and square - and I was going to live. A true win-win. Our eyes met, I saw him coming in for that hug again, and you know, it just felt right - after all, it is Monday, and I'll be showering tonight anyways.

We said our goodbyes and our "lets do this again"(s) - so I gave him a fake number and headed back home. On the way home, I thought about that horrible jump again in Wizards in Warriors and I just smiled. Then I thought about how I made Wizards and Warriors II: Ironsword my number one Christmas gift that following winter. Then I cried. How disappointing, not the game so much, but that I had Fabio on my shelf for a good 5 years and there is no telling how much long term damage this has done. I pulled into the driveway and was greeted by my loving wife. I handed her the bag, my pride bursting through the up-tick in the corner's of my mouth. She removed the medicine - smiled - thanked me - then appeared confused, "No no no, this is for 12-60 months. We need the 6yrs-11yrs old stuff." I smiled, went back to the van and headed back to into town.

[noiseredux]

I've never posted on this thread before. Sometimes things have made me smile. Sometimes things have ticked me off - but i've been waiting for a parlay of the two before recanting a particular account. So here goes:

Before leaving work today, I made the usual call home - you know, the "Do you need me to pick up anything on the way home?" call. The missus replied she did not need any staples or other such goods. Upon completion of the trek home, past the orange barrels and perpetually lunch-breaking blue collars, I was greeted by my bride at the door.
Wife: "You didn't pick up children's cold medicine, did you?"
Me: "I did not?"
Wife: "Oh, umm, well were out."

This is a concern for sure, one of the kids must be under the weather, or perhaps just under the clouds and a storm is brewing.
Me: "Oh, ok, who's not doing well?"
Wife: "Oh no, everyone's fine. It's just after you checked to see if we needed anything, I did check and noticed we are out of children's medicine." Me: "Well, i'll stop on the way home tomorrow then."
Wife: "Are you sure?"
Me: "Yes."
Wife: "Do you just want to go get it now and we won't have to worry about it?"

This my friends, is a trick question. Of course i'm not "worried", in fact there is not even a glint of concern - my only concern is this conversation is delaying an intimate relationship between myself and my seductress, that purty little Agetec Stick hiding in my bedroom. But this was not the question - ie, a question of me "worrying". The question was, "Do you want to run the risk of one of the kids getting ill in the next 24 hours, and having been to lazy to do anything?" This is a like playing SFIIHD w/Sevin - you can't win. So to avert disaster, I looked at my tail, I tucked it real nice and snug between my legs, and got back in the van.

Normally a medicine run involves going to Walgreens, but I happen to have been in this situation before. I know the gas station not terribly far from my home carries this holiest of grails, so I pulled into the "Little Store" parking lot. You wont' believe who's sitting on the sidewalk by the entrance - CARL. Yep, you remember him, the Custodial Engineer/Vietnam Veteran from Junior High. I wasn't out of the van before he recognized me - he approached for what I think was a hug, but I managed to manipulate it into a knuckle-bump. Ok, were ahead of ourselves. Lets rewind a bit - Carl was that janitor who liked to hang out w/the students, however he also was the guy who has constant flashbacks, he's also the guy who considered all forms of what you and I refer to as "daily-hygene" - as optional, and frankly not preferred. He also had a funny/scary habit of referring to all feces as grenades and rumor is he occasionally would toss them at his co-workers and tell them to find a fox-hole, - but they were too afraid to make a big deal about it.

One day in lunch hall, the cliche'd "star quarterback" was sitting at his table, and he saw one of his buddies looking around (trying to find his group). So he stands up and shouts, "Charlie, get over here." Carl's ears perked up, he looked over at the QB and said sternly, "What did you say?"
QB: "Don't worry about it Carl, Charlie's comin'."
It all happened so fast, Carl's chest pumped up and he appeared as Earthworm Jim, in the flesh. He had QB pinned to the floor, broom stick at his throat and said, "Listen, Charlie ain't no joke - understand son!? You're gonna have a hard time throwing that ball around when I sew your nuts to your nipples!" Then he backed away and started to sweep the floors. No one said anything. There was nothing in the school paper, nothing written in a newsletter - but from then on, all the guys in Junior High named Charlie - from that day forth, they all went by Chuck.

Anyways, back to the present, I believe we left off on knuckle-bumping. Immediately Carl asked me if I would buy him a slurpee, furthermore, if I would buy 2 slurpees, and have a race with him. Back in Junior High, he was a renowned slurpee racer, maybe it was the metal plate, but Carl doesn't suffer from brain freeze affliction. I told him I don't think this place even has slurpees, but it was good to see him. "Whoa whoa whoa sport - don't play that game w/Carl. Who told you how to complete that jump on SMB 8-2? Who told you how to complete that jump on Wizards and Warriors?" I'm not sure if it was nostalgia, or just fear for my personal safety. Ok, I am sure, it was personal safety - I said, "You did Carl, tell you what, let me grab this medicine in here - then you and I will go to the Spur station in the West End, have a slurpee race for old time's sake."

So there we were - outside the gas station, 48oz slurpees in our hands and Carl with the same look of steely determination that MacGyver gets with about 10 minutes left in each episode - it was "go-time". Ready, set, SLURP - I peered out the corner of my eyes, I was rolling, had 3-4 ounces on him and was feeling strong. My emotions pulled me in both directions, should I give my all? Will he pull out my intestines if I win? In the end, my pride was too much, I went for it - knowing there was a chance neither of us would walk away alive. In the end he was playing with me, the last 22 oz of his purple drank went down like George Michael at a rest stop. He had beaten me fair and square - and I was going to live. A true win-win. Our eyes met, I saw him coming in for that hug again, and you know, it just felt right - after all, it is Monday, and I'll be showering tonight anyways.

We said our goodbyes and our "lets do this again"(s) - so I gave him a fake number and headed back home. On the way home, I thought about that horrible jump again in Wizards in Warriors and I just smiled. Then I thought about how I made Wizards and Warriors II: Ironsword my number one Christmas gift that following winter. Then I cried. How disappointing, not the game so much, but that I had Fabio on my shelf for a good 5 years and there is no telling how much long term damage this has done. I pulled into the driveway and was greeted by my loving wife. I handed her the bag, my pride bursting through the up-tick in the corner's of my mouth. She removed the medicine - smiled - thanked me - then appeared confused, "No no no, this is for 12-60 months. We need the 6yrs-11yrs old stuff." I smiled, went back to the van and headed back to into town.

post of the year? I think so.






PS, I love that yr sig is a DJ Quik quote.

[CRTGAMER]

I've never posted on this thread before. Sometimes things have made me smile. Sometimes things have ticked me off - but i've been waiting for a parlay of the two before recanting a particular account. So here goes: CARL .......

post of the year? I think so.

PS, I love that yr sig is a DJ Quik quote.

That is a great story! By the way I think Crazy Carl just joined here .... Brain Freeze!

[fastbilly1]

Ticked - I discovered yesterday that my job is alot like a rigged game of Fluxx. The brass change the rules and dont tell us then we get in trouble for asking for doing it wrong and asking for help. Case in point, yesterday I sent a request to a group that I have sent these requests to for the past eight (8) months. I was under the assumption that this was standard protocol, since this is what my boss's boss told me and my coworkers to do. Less than a minute from me sending the email I got a call from the director over that department and they said that I cannot send emails like that to them anymore, it has to come from the group in Florida. When I asked for a contact number for said group she said we had to use the companies 1800 number then said that this has been the policy for well over a month and that I should have known it. I told her it was the first we have heard of it but will try to do it going forward. She suggested I get with my manager for training going forward. So I go talk to my manager, it is the first he heard of it so he sent an email off, which caused a shitstorm and now we have a mandatory meeting on Friday about how I was trying to get out of doing work. When I responded to the email that this is not a "trying to get out of work" but a "who do we send escalations to" I was told by my boss's boss that I am being written up for trying to circumvent policy.

Apparently the brass think I am a layabout and "not a team player" because I did not go to the forced community day on Saturday since I was cutting up downed trees and working for the Red Cross. Im sorry, peoples lives and well being after a disaster are FAR more important than some community's park getting a new coat of paint.

Smiled - I have a job interview tomorrow that involves gaming and less of a commute. And my projector came in last night.

[BoringSupreez]

Ticked - I discovered yesterday that my job is alot like a rigged game of Fluxx. The brass change the rules and dont tell us then we get in trouble for asking for doing it wrong and asking for help. Case in point, yesterday I sent a request to a group that I have sent these requests to for the past eight (8) months. I was under the assumption that this was standard protocol, since this is what my boss's boss told me and my coworkers to do. Less than a minute from me sending the email I got a call from the director over that department and they said that I cannot send emails like that to them anymore, it has to come from the group in Florida. When I asked for a contact number for said group she said we had to use the companies 1800 number then said that this has been the policy for well over a month and that I should have known it. I told her it was the first we have heard of it but will try to do it going forward. She suggested I get with my manager for training going forward. So I go talk to my manager, it is the first he heard of it so he sent an email off, which caused a shitstorm and now we have a mandatory meeting on Friday about how I was trying to get out of doing work. When I responded to the email that this is not a "trying to get out of work" but a "who do we send escalations to" I was told by my boss's boss that I am being written up for trying to circumvent policy.

Apparently the brass think I am a layabout and "not a team player" because I did not go to the forced community day on Saturday since I was cutting up downed trees and working for the Red Cross. Im sorry, peoples lives and well being after a disaster are FAR more important than some community's park getting a new coat of paint.

Smiled - I have a job interview tomorrow that involves gaming and less of a commute. And my projector came in last night.

How does it involve gaming? Working at a game store, or making new games?