Troper Updates II, Part II

Oh heck!

I'm supposed to be working, not procrastinating.

Me too, Crackerjack, but I'm tired and bluh.

edited 1st Jan '12 6:54:21 AM by Idler20

You're an ad hominem attack!

Good night, everyone.

I'm back from roaming around the city. The gym is shut. I thought they'd be open for a bit, but no.

Ah, well. I meandered for 3.25 miles, via random backstreets, the house where my mum grew up and the rather pleasingly grotty-looking (in a film moir way) street where my mate (the one who looks like a ginger Jayne) lives.

edited 1st Jan '12 7:26:20 AM by InverurieJones

'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'

You ever end up getting up earlier than you need to despite still being pretty tired, just because you can't stay asleep for some reason? That's what happened to me right now.

The birthday night was pretty great - as I said, I spent it at the dance night at the club I "work" at. I unexpectedly got presents from a bunch of people there, the coolest of which was a hand designed t-shirt and jacket declaring me the official house DJ. I've always liked everyone over there but this all kinda solidified the bond.

edited 1st Jan '12 7:30:25 AM by MikeK

Huh. Makoto Hirata surrendered himself to the police. (For the record, he's one of the three people wanted for involvement in this.)

El. Psy. Congroo. And thus the True Noir took her leave.

Well damn, that was still an unsolved case?

Part of the reason I like this game is the little shout-outs it sprinkles in here and there.

This "faculty lot" you speak of sounds like a place of great power...

Huh. So much for "working flat out"...

I made a top rated comment of Youtube. Yeah.

WHY DOES NO ONE WANT TO BE MY NEW BEST FRIEND?

DON'T YOU PEOPLE LOVE ME? DON'T YOU? -falls to knees- LOVE ME DAMN IT!

Easy there, tendollaryandere.

-insert Flutter!rage "YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE ME!"-

I just got a voicemail from my wife that went like this:

'Hello, my love, I've got a very important message for you: Meowmeow meow meow meow meowmeow (continues meowing to the tune of the Great Escape March for two minutes). Bye bye!

'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'

"Do you know you are my very best frieeeee~eeend?"

This "faculty lot" you speak of sounds like a place of great power...

@Jones: What's it like being married?

Well, you know the Shrek movies? A lot like that.

Actually, come to think of it, my wife told me on Christmas that I reminded her of Shrek 'in a good way'. I must get clarification...

Seriously, it's pretty good if you get the right person.

edited 1st Jan '12 9:08:38 AM by InverurieJones

'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'

Ah.

-is still single-

-but has plans to live with bestie, so does not care about being single-

My bitch mother forced me into another of her weight loss projects the minute I woke up. No, really, she came into my room and everything. I'm not going through with it, of course, but it's going to take a while to make her realize that.

I wouldn't say massively. I'm about 139 pounds. For her it's really about improving my attitude, although the outlook on life she raised me with has already screwed that up forever.

edited 1st Jan '12 9:52:54 AM by Mort08

Looking for some stories?

I've gotten absolutely wasted three times this week.

Well, two and a half. Thursday wasn't nearly as bad as Monday and Saturday.

Also, I've come to realize that I absolutely can't enjoy social events without at least four or five drinks. This isn't because I love drinking, but because I hate parties.

Edit: That's pretty fucking awful. Seriously, don't go along with it.

Unless you're massively obese. I'm assuming you're not massively obese.

edited 1st Jan '12 9:37:02 AM by Wheezy

Project progress: The Adroan (102k words), The Pigeon Witch, (40k). Done but in need of reworking: Yume Hime, (50k)

Aw, man. I love parties. I'm the usually the big guy in the Hawaiian shirt. Except, y'know, like 5'6".

edited 1st Jan '12 9:42:17 AM by InverurieJones

'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'

Marriage, in a way, is like the hardcore difficulty in most games. If you mess up and ruin the game, you lose everything you devoted into it, and you can't make a backup save and just restart there. Once it's gone, it's gone forever. But if you keep continuing, you can look back on it as a testament to your undying devotion, your endurance and willingness to not give up. It's a pact that proves you are willing to go beyond the extra mile for the person that is most important to you, and you are not afraid of the difficulties and challenges that follow. You are proving you aren't going to just wait the problems out, or hide from them, or hope things work better next time. You are facing them adamantly and taking them on directly. The difficulties are unending, but one thing to remember is you are never alone when facing them. Your ultimate reward sustaining the most beautiful feeling in the world.

Some times reality kicks in, and for a moment you remember "everything ends, which means that love eventually ends too." Don't let yourself feel like the time is wasted, no matter what you do. Love is eternal in the most literal application that you can apply. Whether it be a week, until you are both withered and old, or until you can no longer open your eyes to see the world of the living. What matters is that you value every moment you can while you share your life with the one you devote yourself to. In the end, even if you could only spend a few months together, even if the world will not allow you to stay together for that long, that you make every single second valuable.

Cherish love not for how long it lasts, but for how powerful and important to you it is. Two thousand years of love are the exact same as 27 days of love if you understand that love is not measured by time you have left, but how you spend it.

Troper Page

Fucking inspirational.

go ahead and do every stupid thing you can imagine

Ooh, well put.

I suppose it's kind of like that moment before two characters do something insanely dangerous when they shake hands and give each other meaningful looks. For us it's a bit like that, but stretched out really long.

And there's sex. And meowing, now, apparently.

'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'

Sounds like an amazing woman. Seriously, she sounds like someone who is a blast to hang around with.

In unrelated news, I keep forgetting that tequila is a drink that hits you after a while, usually after you've had two more. Happy New Years!