A few of the guys (Americans) I game with called it "A good result." All I could respond with was a heavy sigh.

At least they haven't been spouting the usual mysogynistic BS in my presence, unlike my last group. They were outright partying, and they aren't even American!

Proof that sometimes people don't learn the lesson the first time...

We have the Poangs as well, and I can't recline in them. The only comfortable position is to rip the cushion out and put it on the floor, and sit on the floor. >.<

I have the seatbelt cutting my neck problem too - and I'm not exactly short. :/

I've always added a carrot.

Pads maybe. Not tampons. Tribble hair isn't very absorptive.

Also: Ew. I hate you.

First I was asked politely to not swear, even if I was not a customer facing employee.

Second time I was cautioned was because I'd switched to swearing in another language. Manager thought it was hilarious, but they still knew I was swearing.

I spent the next five years being increasingly creative with how I swore. A temporary (and loud) revert to English swearing when I was in a workplace accident was kindly ignored due to circumstance.

There was no third warning.

Too right. Hawai'i is far above him.

I should have been more detailed in my criteria. Uninhabited, no vegetation, maybe even only an inch above sea level.

I do like the raft idea. Drop him off with the flat pack, he can assemble it himself.

We don't want him. Surely there's an island in the middle of the ocean he can be sent.

ASKA, Satisfactory, and No Man's Sky. Occasionally a bit of Pax Dei thrown in in case my building scratch is itchy.

There was a place like this in Vancouver, no idea if it is still there.

The Elbow Room. "Food and service is our name, abuse is our game!"

One of our group asked for water, he got told his legs worked and he could get it himself. The food was amazing, although we did get told off for not finishing our plate.

Indeed.

And only pulled after some pearl clutching nanny noticed and decided to point out the original ruling.

Not the first time someone had a dummy spit over a game that is less problematic than the average M rated movie...

I have so far managed to avoid threads, but Insta is filled with 'Comment forcedengagement to get the pattern/recipie/cureforthecommon cold' or stolen videos with facts about some shitty car.

I block them, but that appears to count as interest, so I end up with more of that shit shoved at me.

I'm only there because the crafters I want to see are there, and none of them want to join anything federated. :(

Can you be my neighbour? The new ones think 8am is the perfect time to stand outside my window and scream at each other. I've just gotten to sleep. Noise at 11 (even a lawnmower outside my room) I could sleep through, but that first two hours of sleep I struggle to stay asleep.

The winddown before sleep is nice, it's so peaceful outside.

(Currently at a 5.30am bedtime.)

Moving the fireworks to when the sun is high in the sky will be a hard sell, no one can see them and everyone will complain, daysider and nightsider.

Tell the markets to stay open past noon or the shopping centres to stay open later than five. Late night shopping where I live is six pm. Weekend shopping? Four pm, unless the shop randomly decides to close at two. I've lost count how often I have rocked up to a store, and hour before closing, to find out they closed early so they could go enjoy the sun.

Seriously, I hate that if I keep to my normal sleep schedule (and this avoids insomnia and being sick all the time), I have a two hour window on most days to get things done. That two hours is from the moment I wake until shops close, not including the normal wake up stuff like showering, or eating. It also doesn't include travel time, and I live in a sprawl where everything is a half hour away. I'd love to support the farmers markets, or browse the local markets and fairs. They are closing when I arrive, and I've already sacrificed sleep to try and attend.

I love Carrie even more now.

Hopefully through their buttholes, not through their fingers and mouths.

Our previous ISP kept after us for a few years to return their modem/router. Only problem was we were a BYO account - we never had a need for their device, nor was it ever on our account or any invoices. A few years later, and every few months afterward (typically after I've had to contact them to solve the hell that was constant dropouts - reconnecting 2-4 times a minute) the missing BUDii would pop up again and they'd demand we return or pay for it.

Each time I got snarkier and snarkier, treading the line of being polite and sounding like I wanted to chew their face off. Then I got Betty (fake name) who asked for a moment while she read the correspondence on our account. She commiserated with the troubles we'd been having, clarified notes on our account and then solved what a dozen others couldn't figure out, and we never heard about the BUDii ever again.

The strip mall is modular as well, done in the blueprint maker, so they are crazy easy to stack and expand.