[Rant] Minor Rant III: For a Few Hollers More

The other day Quotemander Prime tweeted that I should be tweeting my stories. A god idea if I wasn't so...long winded.

So I decided I could probably put them in comic form.

I have been so focused on this that I have neglected other drawings I want/need to do. I'm trying to develop a simpler style that can convey actions easily. Apparently my brain can't comprehend 'simple'. Everything I come up with will take to long to draw on a day to day bases.

Also, drawing toddlers is hard...and I can't seem to bring myself to draw myself as large as I am and that makes me feel dishonest.

*sigh*
 
Consider the hyperbole and a half style, tell the story and intersperse an occasional drawing to highlight aspects of the story.
That's not a bad idea.

My prose is terible though. I'm surprised half you guys can make out what I ma saying. I've never been one for proof reading!

Edit: REALLY?! Just look at that shit!
 
I just realized something else.

Detail get lost.

I tihnk I may need to host a forum scavenger hunt to find all the stories I've told over the years. For some reason, now that I'm thinking about it, I can't remember the fumiest ones.

Stories I remember:

-The Tarot Reader in the Shop window.
-Jets bloody nose.
-Jets Night friend.
-The Ghost-Fairies.

Am I wrong in thinking I've told a lot more stories than this?
 
I just realized something else.

Detail get lost.

I tihnk I may need to host a forum scavenger hunt to find all the stories I've told over the years. For some reason, now that I'm thinking about it, I can't remember the fumiest ones.

Stories I remember:

-The Tarot Reader in the Shop window.
-Jets bloody nose.
-Jets Night friend.
-The Ghost-Fairies.

Am I wrong in thinking I've told a lot more stories than this?
On the prose: you've told the stories in a straightforward, conversational way. Don't lose that. Some of the worst writing in the world comes from "trying too hard." Any lost focus will be assisted by the pictures.

On stories: Jet whacking you with a lite saber, the duct tape your husband removed from one window, Jet and the syrup. There have been many more; we'd have to go searching through your posts.
 
Man, I know it's a (luckily rare) part of my job at dispatching, but it's still pretty rough to sit here with an open phone line to a guy who's fading in and out of consciousness, trying to keep him talking, trying to convince him to keep breathing - knowing help is on the way (ambulance and colleagues) but not knowing if it'll arrive in time...
Hearing him fall away, realising he's not awake anymore and that he fell over on the side of the street (he was already sitting down on some stairs, back against the wall)...Egh. Tense.
Colleague arrived just after he fell away and he's now (yes I'm at work) doing CPR 'cause the other guy's stopped breathing. here's to hoping the ambulance'll be there soon and he'll pull through.
 
4th day in a row that I sleep from ~10pm-2am, and then cannot get back to sleep. And then eventually have to take a nap during the day sometime. Which means it repeats.

The only way to break this cycle is over the weekend I need to either physically exert myself or stay up and drink til like 4am one night. Or both.
 
Me "I use my Movement to try and escape, my bonus is +21."
DM "You need more than a 1 to succeed."
Me "I roll a ... 1"
DM "You fail."
Me "I use my Standard to try and escape, my bonus is +21."
DM "You need more than a 1 to succeed."
Me "I roll a ... 1"
the whole table ":rofl:"
 
Me "I use my Movement to try and escape, my bonus is +21."
DM "You need more than a 1 to succeed."
Me "I roll a ... 1"
DM "You fail."
Me "I use my Standard to try and escape, my bonus is +21."
DM "You need more than a 1 to succeed."
Me "I roll a ... 1"
the whole table ":rofl:"
That is some shit.

Some hilarious shit.
 
All the money I made from those ebay sales that was supposed to pay for a good chunk of my wife's car insurance will now be going to fixing her car for non-insured stuff and her doctor's bills/medication (unrelated; there was no car accident). So now the insurance has to come out of pocket.
 
It took three posts before I realized you were dreading the crush at the store, and not that your paycheck was going to disappear in 48 hours.

--Patrick
 
Yes it's the crowd. Especially since I had to go to the main Pearl Harbor commissary today instead of the smaller one on the Air Force base. I think we were about number 45 in line for a cashier (you have one line and get called to go to the next available cashier instead of everyone going to separate cashiers and waiting there). On pay day, the place is usually like Black Friday in Toys R Us.
I don't think I have to worry about the paycheck disappearing at the grocery store until my kids are a bit older. LOL
 
When I was in, payday at the commissary was very interesting. You had a set path that you could follow through the store, and if you missed something you had better have someone with you to send for it, because there was no turning the buggy back. The line for the cashiers formed on the frozen food isle, so that you could get that at the very last moment, and usually was a good thing that you did wait. Outside would usually have people waiting to get the next available buggy to go into the store and start the process. Commissaries are notoriously busy on paydays.
 
The line still goes down past frozen food. You have to wait next to the ice cream. Talk about needing willpower! It's hard not to impulse buy a half gallon of Dreyers/Edy's while you're just standing there and getting hungry!
 
The line still goes down past frozen food. You have to wait next to the ice cream. Talk about needing willpower! It's hard not to impulse buy a half gallon of Dreyers/Edy's while you're just standing there and getting hungry!
No kidding. Even worse when you don't have the money in the budget to afford it!
 
It's pay day weekend. And I have to go grocery shopping. *cringe*
Challenge: if you can keep it under $170, you're doing better than me and the wife did today. Although I suspect that'd be impossible, living on the islands.

EDIT: And I suppose the BX has markups that are even worse than local stores would have.
 
Challenge: if you can keep it under $170, you're doing better than me and the wife did today. Although I suspect that'd be impossible, living on the islands.

EDIT: And I suppose the BX has markups that are even worse than local stores would have.
Depends on what you're buying. I can get milk for a lower price at some place like Target or WalMart. Other items, though, are much cheaper at the commissary. My first trip of the week is usually $170-180. Then I have to go buy what we've run out of, what was spoiled (common problem with meats for some reason), and things I forgot to put on the first list. Groceries are the biggest part of our budget.
 

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Welp, the Cheezburger network has screwed up their RSS feed somehow so that every single thing any of their websites post hits google reader TWICE. Maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal if they didn't already crosspost between memebase and every niche flavor subsite like engrish or demotivational... so now the outcome is I see every joke at least 4 times. Every picture, every video. 4 times or more.
 
Why do people use the car horn as a doorbell? It is easy, and more polite, to go knock on the door or ring the bell instead of sitting at the curb honking the car horn for 10 minutes.
 
My husband saw his civilian doctor. The recommendation is for him to come back stateside for treatment because it's Ramadan. I don't know how I feel about having him sent home provided the Navy actually sends him home.
 
My wife and child are away visiting her folks (see previous rant). While my 12yr-old niece was supposed to be watching her 2yr-old cousin, she fell asleep on the couch. He wanted to go outside and play, so he kept bringing her shoes...to the point where she had about 3 pairs of shoes/sandals piled on top of her while she slept on the couch (no, we don't have pictures).

...and then he went downstairs, unlocked the front door by himself, and hiked about half a mile down the road to the playground but was stopped at the traffic light at playground corner by a concerned passer-by. Again, he's 2.

And his cousin might not make it to 13 if she keeps pulling this crap.

--Patrick
 
My wife and child are away visiting her folks (see previous rant). While my 12yr-old niece was supposed to be watching her 2yr-old cousin, she fell asleep on the couch. He wanted to go outside and play, so he kept bringing her shoes...to the point where she had about 3 pairs of shoes/sandals piled on top of her while she slept on the couch (no, we don't have pictures).

...and then he went downstairs, unlocked the front door by himself, and hiked about half a mile down the road to the playground but was stopped at the traffic light at playground corner by a concerned passer-by. Again, he's 2.

And his cousin might not make it to 13 if she keeps pulling this crap.

--Patrick
So your cousin is displaying a will to succeed, action-oriented learning, self-sufficiency, won't take no for an answer, and dares to take risky initiatives? Enroll him in a management school :p
 
Hey, I've never used a car horn as a door bell. Personally I think the answer lies in a careful mixture of perceived haste and douchebaggery.
Not everyone is as...understanding about our pantsless brethren as we here at Halforums seem to be. To get around here, you pretty much need pants.

At least sauna pants. :troll:
 
So your cousin is displaying a will to succeed, action-oriented learning, self-sufficiency, won't take no for an answer, and dares to take risky initiatives? Enroll him in a management school :p
Don't think we haven't thought about it. Maybe he can be a market strategist or manage a tech-heavy hedge fund or something. And that would be our son, not his cousin. All his cousin did was fall asleep on the couch.

--Patrick
 
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