Bought the original Metal Gear Solid today. Really stoked to play it! Not on stream though.
I manually wrote in the 30 hours for the time elapsed, you gavone, and the site doesn't update the "The time is now" to correct for that. Man, muhfugga, how 'bout you know how this shit works before flapping your mouth, so I don't have to waste my time explaining?Triple sec's almost always at 15%, or 30 proof - especially if it's in a bar, where they're following drink recipes that have this convention in mind. So you're probably sitting on a solid 100% margin of error in your last calculation, but that's not even the issue. The real issue is...
Damn, hoser. You wasted AF. Don't you have a math degree or some shit already?
Hah! A nice try, but that would imply that you bothered to enter a starting time, yet put in the time elapsed yourself rather than just following up with the current time, which any even remotely cogent man would have immediately recognized as a waste of time and to be avoided. Only the very drunkest of drunks would go through such a process.I manually wrote in the 30 hours for the time elapsed, you gavone, and the site doesn't update the "The time is now" to correct for that. Man, muhfugga, how 'bout you know how this shit works before flapping your mouth, so I don't have to waste my time explaining?
Well, yeah. Anyone who equates a coupe of Long Islands with 'literally a beer glass full of hard liquor, no ice' is pretty obviously not very concerned about complete precision. Anyway, stop drinking yourself into states of internal bleeding, you fuckin' jamoke.As for the triple sec, I know for a fact it was 70 proof on account of being familiar with the brand and seein' the bottle, but I was on death's door at the time I posted and so not concerned about complete precision. I'm still hung over from what I did to myself.
1 AM is the default time, and I decided to manually put in the elapsed time after realizing that putting any current time wouldn't matter when I'd been drinking for >24 hours on account of it, y'know, being a twenty-four-hour clock. Having known the real start and end time of my drinking, I just did it in my head instead. Pretty rough that I can grasp that drunk and half-dead, and you can't manage it sober after two days of reflection.Hah! A nice try, but that would imply that you bothered to enter a starting time, yet put in the time elapsed yourself rather than just following up with the current time, which any even remotely cogent man would have immediately recognized as a waste of time and to be avoided. Only the very drunkest of drunks would go through such a process.
If you don't drink your Long Islands hard as fuck, you aren't drinking them right. That said, gonna try not to bleed myself out any more.Well, yeah. Anyone who equates a coupe of Long Islands with 'literally a beer glass full of hard liquor, no ice' is pretty obviously not very concerned about complete precision. Anyway, stop drinking yourself into states of internal bleeding, you fuckin' jamoke.
Try outdoing me, old man. If anything it demonstrates that I have such alcohol tolerance that my stomach will start wearing out before my liver does; I didn't get sick in the "I'm trashed and can't hold onto my memories or consciousness" sense, but from the truly excruciating pain and massive amount of blood filling my stomach.I would argue that your internal bleeding shows you're weak just as someone who gets alcohol poisoning isn't a champion drinking either. Get gud.
Oh damn.I would also argue I've never seen anyone under 40 drinking long island iced teas also they're pretty much always women, so did yours come with tampons? Which would have been perfect for the bleeding.
This is pretty accurate though. You should really stop binge drinking so heavily, mate. I know crippling alcoholism is a bit of a popular concept in the past decade, but you'll regret it later on.Anyway, stop drinking yourself into states of internal bleeding, you fuckin' jamoke.
Since at present I have nothing to fucking do for the summer, I think I'm gonna dedicate my time predominantly to fitness and general self-improvement. Should be good for me.
Time well-spent, on this impromptu off-day of mine.I have drank like an utter fucking degenerate in the last few days and I have started to bleed internally as a direct result of my choices.
Hard to argue with that, given the impressive degree of creativity used to get Shizno's character in there (only to have him ditch us like two sessions later, the ungrateful bastard). And of course, working Joe's character in was no picnic either. (Not that we handled that terribly well as players, though in our defense, we really were trying to not be a pain in the ass about it.)Honestly, yeah. I'm cool with the duo of a Sorcerer and Bard. Scheduling is easier and I know that the other characters are going to be absolutely terrible to try to incorporate with the current story.
But Riyant bby, that's not true Conquest. To defeat, but not destroy! To subjugate, but not humiliate! That is the soul of Conquest!That's dope as hell, man. I've been more along the lines of wanting to run a borderline psychotic noble paladin of Conquest. Farmer groveling at his feet? His soldiers get scared, thinking that he's going to kill the farmer. He glances down and tells the farmer that he and his family may live. One of his men try to pat his back, thinking that there's a chink in that cold heart of his and playfully tease him. Immediate backhand and potentially slaughtering the man on the spot for even touching him. The rationale? The farmer was groveling and knew his place while the soldier tried to see him as an equal.
Hey, mine too!My Galaxy S6 finally updated to Nougat thank christ.
Default time, huh? Kinda weird that you bothered to change the end time to 12 AM, then, but okay.1 AM is the default time, and I decided to manually put in the elapsed time after realizing that putting any current time wouldn't matter when I'd been drinking for >24 hours on account of it, y'know, being a twenty-four-hour clock. Having known the real start and end time of my drinking, I just did it in my head instead. Pretty rough that I can grasp that drunk and half-dead, and you can't manage it sober after two days of reflection.
Meh. It's like the kid in class that just dicks around most of the time, and then tries super hard to cram all his work in at the last minute, making him only intermittently the hardest-working student of the bunch. Didn't even work hard enough in the end to keep him from exceeding his tolerance level so greatly as to end up half-dead, in this case.Tirin for Hardest Working Liver 2017
Despite all of that I'm still healthier than I was at the start of the summer. Hard work pays off!I went back through this thread in a hunch, feeling that I'd been putting off some opportunity to point out top-tier irony for several days by now.
Time well-spent, on this impromptu off-day of mine.
Ready whenever, Your Honor. Should I post as much in the thread?Also, Walrus's trial. If you have a preference regarding which of the next few days on which to reconvene, it'd be advisable to declare it sooner rather than later, at this point.
It took a minute to realize that I couldn't get 30 hours on a 24-hour clock, but at least I had the excuse of being drunk and suffering.Default time, huh? Kinda weird that you bothered to change the end time to 12 AM, then, but okay.
I'm gonna be honest, I'm pretty sure it was the amount of cola that did it, rather than the liquor. I had some lime rickeys last night against the advice of my mother, and it didn't hurt in the slightest - though, admittedly, I didn't get particularly drunk.Meh. It's like the kid in class that just dicks around most of the time, and then tries super hard to cram all his work in at the last minute, making him only intermittently the hardest-working student of the bunch. Didn't even work hard enough in the end to keep him from exceeding his tolerance level so greatly as to end up half-dead, in this case.
I'd always planned to take a year or two off from studying, after graduation, before going on to grab a Master's and further. Thing is, I've got not intention of continuing to just wait tables in the meantime - not that the pay is generally worse, really, but grad school applications noting that that's all I did between then and graduation would probably tend to raise some eyebrows.
But man, job hunting sucks. Seriously, it's really, really boring, tedious shit.Sure, I could end it all in one step by taking up the US military on any one of the bajillion offers they've been sending me ever since I did JROTC in fuckin' high school, but no. Signing up to a career in living your life according to how some dudes tell you how to live your life is about the least Free Rollin' thing a man can do, and they're all about that.
Which is not to disparage anyone who does choose to enlist, in pursuit of furthering the ideals and values that matter to them. My own set of moral ideals and personal values are not well-aligned with current (or recent) US military policy, though, so I'd just feel like a sellout bitch if I tried it. Instead, I'm more like a snobbish waiter who's done more Dark Souls 3 than job hunting in the three weeks since graduation, if I'm being honest - but at least I am being honest.
Allowed. Encouraged. By no means required.Ready whenever, Your Honor. Should I post as much in the thread?
Naturally. You were pretty fuckin' drunk, after all - which was my whole entire point. Not that I wouldn't be pulling exactly that kind of shit or worse, after downing that much liquor in a sitting.It took a minute to realize that I couldn't get 30 hours on a 24-hour clock, but at least I had the excuse of being drunk and suffering.
I fuckin' hate the town I'm in, so that alone could make our situations fundamentally different, but... what about doing what I'm doing (or at least intermittently trying to do)? Specifically, look for some temp work, out of town or otherwise, that you can hold down for another while or two until you find a grad school program that you're actually interested in.(?) You've at least got options across Canada in that regard, and shouldn't have much trouble getting papers to work in America if it comes to that. I might just be making a hasty call here, but from the sound of it, as much as you love your hometown it seems like there's... not really a future for you there, one way or another?I feel pretty fortunate to live in Canada, since my second option - that is, the backup for if my potential supervisor doesn't get funding, and thus I don't get placed - is joining the military for a few years, on account of thinking there's some valuable life skills and experience I could gain. I'm with you on American military policy, but I'm of the opinion that ours is pretty good. That's not to say that I'm a big fan of being told what to do, but I'm a pretty big fan of figuring out the best way to do what I'm "supposed" to do, and as far as I'm concerned saving lives is a pretty good thing to be doin'.
Job hunting is balls, and also totally fucking pointless for me. The town I live in is small and has a shit economy with no room for graduates in physics (and little for graduates in math). I love it here... but I can't stay here without getting stuck in a shitty, probably-deadend job that'll force me to keep living at home or basically spend everything I make. I can either go to grad school, join the military, or move somewhere else and hope it works out - and that's the rundown of all I'm looking at, in order of preference. I'll have shit figured out further by June, but right now it's mostly a miserable waiting game.
Ah, right. Last thing I was gonna say: I order Long Islands quite frequently when I'm out, which is also pretty frequently. This is largely due to having a regular place with a friendly bartender, who knows everyone in my regular crew and sneaks an obscene amount of extra liquor into said Long Islands for us. Even if that weren't the case, though, it's just a great drink for getting value-for-money at bars/clubs/taverns/whatever. Substantially more alcohol per dollar than just getting foul, horrible, offensive rounds of well shots, in fact, and with a lot less foulness and sensory offense if you're also self-confident enough to not care what kinda great jokes the guy with the $7 IPA makes about it.Oh damn.
(But really though, Long Island Iced Teas are typically pretty good and they're also pretty cheap at most bars and on specials. Most of us younger folk try to drink with our wallet in mind.)
I was going to bring that up, but decided against it.Time well-spent, on this impromptu off-day of mine.
Hard to argue with that, given the impressive degree of creativity used to get Shizno's character in there (only to have him ditch us like two sessions later, the ungrateful bastard). And of course, working Joe's character in was no picnic either. (Not that we handled that terribly well as players, though in our defense, we really were trying to not be a pain in the ass about it.)
Yeah, it's not too bad. If I picked up Enmity again, it would be a time skip.Feels like kind of a shame to drop Lander from the crew, now that we've just managed to more or less work out all the kinks there and set up a path to potential full-partner status for him - no mean feat, given the nature of the campaign and characters we have to work with. Joe seemed like he wasn't really having fun, though, so I can't blame him if he's inclined to bail; at least he tried, unlike that bastard Shizno. Fortunately, dropping party members from Enmity is historically pretty easy to manage.
That's true, but in the same vein, I need him to start flawed.But Riyant bby, that's not true Conquest. To defeat, but not destroy! To subjugate, but not humiliate! That is the soul of Conquest!
It depends. Some people are happy drunks, some are flirty, some are creepy, some are sad, some are sleepy. It depends on the roll of the dice on what drunk you are. Some days I'd get drunk and question my career and life choices from minor to greater. Some days, I'd get drunk and go through a whiplash of emotions (typically Happy/Angry). It's worth doing, but I've just cut out drinking entirely from my life. I'm torn between whether I want to get wasted at an Anime Convention in two weeks or not.All this talk about alcohol makes me curious what it's actually like drinking, but I've heard some people say it's nothing special, so I'm not in a hurry to find out. Still, you must have a tough liver Tirin.
Nice! Have fun. It's an interesting place. Most cons that I go to are just large cliques of friends and the people that are lonely go to cosplay meet ups or something along those lines. I go to hang out with friends, geek out and just escape.I'm going to a convention in a couple days. Going to try cosplaying for the first time.
Jeeze, really? Gin and Tonics are typically the go-to hipster drink, mate. I used to drink them when I wanted to put on a fanciful air. The tonic water bothered me and I always felt bloated, so I skipped on them. I do love gin though. It's a good drink, but typically was cheaper and I defaulted to picking up Rum for parties so I could share.I can't really talk though about old people drinks because my go to is Gin and tonics and I don't know many people under 60 who even like gin (although apparently there's a hipster scene for gin bars but I've yet to check that out).
Also I'm assuming you're playing on the PC. Usually, I expect a poor port to them. I've played it on my Ps4 and it felt incredibly smooth and engaging for me.Also, the games are buggier than I expect my big-title, hella-dev-time-hella-budget games to be. And don't even get me started on the settings menu, no borderless window mode and a 60fps cap with not even fancy graphics or anything what is this 2010 or somethin smh.