Random thing you loathe right now.

Mimble wrote:

I am feeling disproportionately sad/depressed that my husband and a group of our mutual friends are planning a weekend outing to a movie and that I was not invited - not even by my own husband.

I don't even really want to see the movie, and would have passed on it if I had been asked and yet, I feel like the way I did in grade four when I was one of three kids not asked to a b-day party a classmate was having, and everyone one else in the class got a shiny invitation with a dinosaur on it.

Yes, I know this is stupid, but still feel sad/depressed/left out/overlooked anyway.

Blech.

I know those feels. I'm sorry. It sucks.

Deadmonkeys wrote:

My PC's CPU may be completely f*cked.

Got home today, turned on the PC, and it shut itself off after 10 minutes. I hit the power button. It started up, but died after 5 seconds.

I hauled the damn thing downstairs and opened the case. There was a lot of heat coming off the CPU fan, so I hit it with some compressed air. A tiny clump of dust flew out from behind the fan. I got it up and running again, and I'm using Memtest to rule out the RAM I installed a couple of months ago, but I don't have the time or money to deal with this right now.

I don't overclock my system, so it's not overheating/failing because of added stress. I'm starting to think my recent audio problems are somehow related. Was that little clump of dust the culprit? Only time will tell.

What CPU?

TigerBill wrote:

What CPU?

From my order sheet:
Intel Core i5 750 Quad Core Processor Lynnfield LGA1156 2.66GHZ 8MB Cache Retail Box

I'm using the stock cooler.

Deadmonkeys wrote:
TigerBill wrote:

What CPU?

From my order sheet:
Intel Core i5 750 Quad Core Processor Lynnfield LGA1156 2.66GHZ 8MB Cache Retail Box

I'm using the stock cooler.

Oohhhhh! I've got an i5 660 Clarkfield I'm not using anymore. My mobo for it died and, I upgraded to a Sandy Bridge. PM me if interested.

Based on when I've had those symptoms in the past, that sounds like either poor CPU cooling or a power supply going bad. I'm going to guess the PSU is more likely, but you should check the CPU cooler mounting first to make sure it hasn't come loose.

Right now, more than anything in the world, I hate the statistical program SAS and all things statistics related, from regression models to multivariable models.

Mimble wrote:

I am feeling disproportionately sad/depressed that my husband and a group of our mutual friends are planning a weekend outing to a movie and that I was not invited - not even by my own husband.

I don't even really want to see the movie, and would have passed on it if I had been asked and yet, I feel like the way I did in grade four when I was one of three kids not asked to a b-day party a classmate was having, and everyone one else in the class got a shiny invitation with a dinosaur on it.

Yes, I know this is stupid, but still feel sad/depressed/left out/overlooked anyway.

Blech.

Mention it to him. Either he screwed up and should be made aware of it, or he didn't ask because he knew you'd decline, in which case he should know that it made you feel bad.

Hypatian wrote:

Based on when I've had those symptoms in the past, that sounds like either poor CPU cooling or a power supply going bad. I'm going to guess the PSU is more likely, but you should check the CPU cooler mounting first to make sure it hasn't come loose.

The cooler's securely mounted. Time to check my warranties.

Thanks, NSMike and Chumpy - I did talk to him about it, and he agrees it was not a well thought out plan.

Also, this cheered me up quite a lot:

IMAGE(http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss332/Mimble75/steamgift.png)

Thank you, Chairman Mao!

I seriously love Goodjers - you are all fantastic and lovely people.

Ugh, night terror flashback sh*t. I wanted more than five hours of sleep, dammit.

clover wrote:

Ugh, night terror flashback sh*t. I wanted more than five hours of sleep, dammit. :mad:

Aye, me too. Though in my case it's due to a dog whose bladder seems to have inexplicably shrunk.

Chumpy_McChump wrote:
Mimble wrote:

I am feeling disproportionately sad/depressed that my husband and a group of our mutual friends are planning a weekend outing to a movie and that I was not invited - not even by my own husband.

I don't even really want to see the movie, and would have passed on it if I had been asked and yet, I feel like the way I did in grade four when I was one of three kids not asked to a b-day party a classmate was having, and everyone one else in the class got a shiny invitation with a dinosaur on it.

Yes, I know this is stupid, but still feel sad/depressed/left out/overlooked anyway.

Blech.

Mention it to him. Either he screwed up and should be made aware of it, or he didn't ask because he knew you'd decline, in which case he should know that it made you feel bad.

1. He did screw up. He should have asked because it shows consideration.
2. On the other hand we all make mistakes. This is one of them. It shouldn't be a big deal.
3. Tell him to ask you next time, even if the answer is a foregone conclusion.
4. If I did this to my wife there would be hell to pay. She might not care about the movie but she would appreciate my asking.
5. Burn things in that game. It looks cute.

Strangeblades wrote:

5. Burn things in that game. It looks cute.

For some reason, the juxtaposition of "burn things" and "cute" here is just hilarious to me.

Oh right, my loathe. Sigh. I just had a reporter job interview today via video Skype.

The editor asked what I like about the news. Instead of saying sweet f*** all I dug deep to find what I still like about the job. The learning for one. Finding out how worms contribute to soil health, how much oceanic biomass is needed to sustain a healthy commercial fishery, military helicopter repair woes, mixed-martial arts training, etc. I love all that sh*t. I love learning. So, that's what I focused on.

I don't know what to hate about my career. Being a reporter or being forced into sh*tty working conditions. I think I have an association problem. The reporters were treated like dog sh*t at my former company. IMAGE(http://i866.photobucket.com/albums/ab221/Strangeblades/Emoticons/smiley_emoticons_fluch2.gif) For seven years my colleague and I worked through hell. Not any more though. Not any more.

Spoiler:

PS: If you are an aspiring reporter and would like to know what company to avoid working for, PM me here or direct message me on Twitter. My Twitter handle is in my signature.

My doctor (an angel) once worked out west and left his old job because of crappy working conditions. Some of his colleagues have never gone back to being doctors because of crappy working conditions. One female doctor friend of his cannot even work at all due to the PTSD-like problems.

My doctor says it took him two years to enjoy being a doctor again at his new job.

EDIT: I'm gonna cheer myself up by writing for a boardgame IMAGE(http://i866.photobucket.com/albums/ab221/Strangeblades/Emoticons/smiley_emoticons_schriftsteller2_b.gif) and gifting the gift of games to Steam friends. IMAGE(http://i866.photobucket.com/albums/ab221/Strangeblades/Emoticons/smiley_emoticons_paketliebe.gif)

soonerjudd wrote:
Strangeblades wrote:

5. Burn things in that game. It looks cute.

For some reason, the juxtaposition of "burn things" and "cute" here is just hilarious to me.

I can't help it. I just want to hug flames.

I had a total non-functional day yesterday. Like clockwork, the holidays always make me want to curl up and cry uncontrollably. I was completely detached at dinner and it was just a waste. I salvaged my sanity by playing Saints Row 3 and doing some retail therapy ($9 on the season pass for DLC). The comedy in this game kept me distracted enough to not go down even worse.

f*cking holidays.

Strangeblades wrote:
Chumpy_McChump wrote:
Mimble wrote:

I am feeling disproportionately sad/depressed that my husband and a group of our mutual friends are planning a weekend outing to a movie and that I was not invited - not even by my own husband.

I don't even really want to see the movie, and would have passed on it if I had been asked and yet, I feel like the way I did in grade four when I was one of three kids not asked to a b-day party a classmate was having, and everyone one else in the class got a shiny invitation with a dinosaur on it.

Yes, I know this is stupid, but still feel sad/depressed/left out/overlooked anyway.

Blech.

Mention it to him. Either he screwed up and should be made aware of it, or he didn't ask because he knew you'd decline, in which case he should know that it made you feel bad.

1. He did screw up. He should have asked because it shows consideration.
2. On the other hand we all make mistakes. This is one of them. It shouldn't be a big deal.
3. Tell him to ask you next time, even if the answer is a foregone conclusion.
4. If I did this to my wife there would be hell to pay. She might not care about the movie but she would appreciate my asking.
5. Burn things in that game. It looks cute.

Yeah, he screwed up a bit, and it made me feel kinda crappy, but I didn't make a big noisy fuss about it. I told him how I felt without being a drama queen, and now he knows I'd like to be asked next time (even if he's 100% sure I'd say no), and all is well.

I am going to burn so many things in that game. Whee!!

This quote, I am going to burn so many things in that game. Whee!!, will be on Fox News in just two days. Bet on it.

Strangeblades wrote:

This quote, I am going to burn so many things in that game. Whee!!, will be on Fox News in just two days. Bet on it.

The full head line will be "Chairman Mao buys budding arsonist little inferno" And I'll be misquoted by Fox News as saying "I'm going to burn so many things! Whee!!"

Being forced to watch atrocious rom com after Thanksgiving dinner, and having to pretend it's cute rather than clawing my eyes out.

Our city water lately has had geosmin for a while now resulting in unpleasant smelling and somewhat vile tasting water.

We're assured it's safe though more sensitive folks have been getting nausea and itchy rashes. The water companies response? Amp up the chlorine (which makes the taste and smell issue even worse) and "The cold of winter should kill it off and we don't expect it to occur again so we're not going to bother installing filters." That may well be correct but given our local utilities of late it's frustrating that the population is dismissed and brushed off so readily yet again. Pesky monopolies.

My ancient Dell 20" monitor now has a blue line of pixels running vertically from top to bottom, which means it's starting to fail just like the monitor it replaced 3 years ago.

This wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact that I just spent a bunch of money to purchase some components for the PC and now I'm gonna have to figure out how to pay for a new monitor as well.

1Dgaf wrote:

Just imagine you're in a room with Samuel L Jackson. He's got a gun. And an afro wig. If you're jibber jabbering or looking shifty, Samuel gets nervous.

You don't want Samuel to be nervous.

Crap. Now I keep thinking that an armed Samuel L is somewhere in my room watching me always for doing anything shifty.

krev82 wrote:

Our city water lately has had geosmin for a while now resulting in unpleasant smelling and somewhat vile tasting water.

This happens every summer where I live, although this is my first year having to deal with it. I've got filters to provide drinking water, but showering in water that smells like dirt is decidedly unsatisfying. They pumped up the chlorine here too, but not until the summer was almost over and the smell was going away on its own. Now we've got all the chlorine taste and odor for no reason.

Christmas carols. My ill-spent teenage years in retail have made them sound like nails on a chalkboard every time I hear them.

In the deli at the grocery store tonight, it was "Do You Hear What I Hear?" that got me riled up. Particularly the lyrics:

A Child, a Child shivers in the cold--
Let us bring him silver and gold,

That's not going to warm him up unless it's molten gold. FUN FACT: The three wise men were apparently Dothraki.

Baby, It's Cold Outside is still a song about date rape.

I think the lyricist was just looking for a word to rhyme with "gold." Being that He was in a place filled with animals and wrapped in cloth, I'm sure He was fairly snug.

Bonus_Eruptus wrote:

Baby, It's Cold Outside is still a song about date rape.

Yeah, that seems to come up a lot when people talk about that song, but I don't see it. It just sounds like two people who want to spend every minute together but can't, for some reason. Kind of reminds me of the early head-over-heels stage of love, especially as a teenager. The Martina McBride & Dean Martin version is one of my favorite holiday songs because she sounds so happy to me.

Bonus_Eruptus wrote:

Christmas carols. My ill-spent teenage years in retail have made them sound like nails on a chalkboard every time I hear them.

I have this very same problem. It's lead me on a crusade to limit Christmas to one week a year in my life. Bah humbug.

Flat tires never occur two feet from a service station with helpful Good Samaritans zipping by on a 72 degree day while the tire easily comes off. They occur at night, in the cold, miles from f*&king anything, with a jammed wheel that has no interest in budging, all while hundreds of people drive by without a second glance. I spotted two with WWJD stickers on their car as they whipped by.

I'll tell you what He would do. He'd grab a damn tire iron and lend a hand, you apathetic douchebags.

Quitting smoking.

Today is my first day in a very long time without a cigarette, and I'm doing it with the help of Champix.
I'm grumpy as f**k.