Yeah so this exact thing happened again today. On the on-ramp for a 110km/h motorway, I was stuck behind a moron in a Kia who only gradually accelerated up to about 80km/h. I looked over to the motorway, and sure enough, a semi-trailer among other trucks were approaching. But the person in the Kia insisted on just cruising along at 80km/h to the very end of the merge point.
The truck driver, upon realising that the Kia driver was not going to accelerate before the end of the merge point, slammed on their brakes to allow the Kia driver to merge in front of them. But there was no room for me, so I had to slam my own brakes as well to merge behind the semi before the end of the merge point.
Not only was that whole ideal absolutely infuriating, but it was extremely dangerous for all three vehicles and other nearby traffic on the motorway. All because one fucking idiot couldn’t accelerate up to motorway speed in time.
Mom need to borrow my mouse because apparently,every single mouse in her workplace doesn't function.
Welp,i can't play majority of my games now
When I had an office job people who didn't understand how to use computers went through mice at the rate of knots because they would always slam them down super hard and fuck up the laser. I ended up just purchasing some really cheap ball mice off of ebay and distributed them so we can actually get work done since for whatever reason they didn't smash the ball mice.
Why can't I write an essay? I have one due next weeks, I'm sitting here trying to start, and now I got a headache and absolutely no ideas are running through my mind. I know what I need to write to about, I know how it's supposed to be written, I know what points I need to address, but I don't know how to actually get myself to write the damn thing.
Do you mind me asking what it's about? I've found that a great way to spark ideas & inspiration is to talk about the topic, because you'll naturally start to discuss it with yourself in your head. It's amazing how many things I think I don't remember at university, and then someone will talk to me, and I'll suddenly start reciting statute back at them & how the doctrine of parliamentary sovereignty is fundamentally flawed because we rely on an out-dated defini- yada yada, you get the idea.
Keep in mind you don't have to start with the intro. Write what comes to mind first, and build upon it.
This is for a -1500 A.D. World History class and I chose to write my essay about how different Spartan women were from Athenian women. Mostly because it's one of the few things from that time period I'm pretty familiar with. I get the basic stuff like Pericles(?) redefining citizenship for women, how Athenian women were kept out of sight and out of mind, Athenian prostitutes possessing a decent amount of freedom in comparison to the average woman.
But that's the problem, I have the most basic idea of everything, but it's scouring through academic articles for those little additional details to get me to that min. word requirement that gets me. That and organizing all my thoughts into something coherent.
Oof, I loved doing History essays. In this case, I would suggest doing a sort of pros vs cons set-up. What were the positives of the lives of Athenian women, what were their negatives, if any, when compared to the lives of Spartan women? List them against each other, and you've already found a way to structure. Have an introduction, and then dive into 'Athenian women had --, but in contrast Spartan women faced --', and these can act as your paragraphs. I would also advise against trying to make paragraphs on minute points, or points that you don't understand 100%, otherwise it will come across as messy; for example, if you think one of the points made sounds like a bit of a stretch, it's probably a bit of a stretch and should be binned. Better 3 coherent paragraphs than 6 messy ones.
As someone studying Law, I understand how tedious academic articles can be, especially the ones that seem to drone on for hours and hours. What I would do is try to find academic articles as you go through each paragraph, so one at a time rather than trying to find them all at the beginning. For example, you talk about Pericles; if you decide to devote a paragraph to Pericles, you first need to tell me how he redefined citizenship, but then you can search for academic articles dedicated to Pericles, and pluck out the arguments of historians. Too many people try to extensively plan from the very beginning, but sometimes it's better to stumble across quotes and arguments. Also, rarely discussed yet super useful tip, typically look at the beginning & conclusion (including beginning & conclusion of chapters if they're one of those bastard ones with chapters) first; articles might be scholarly, but, just like any book, they are marketed to be read, so you can bet the beginning & conclusion better pay off.
I won't lecture you too much on your own course, but perhaps try not to see essays as "gotta meet the minimum word requirement"; you should try and find a way to become so passionate that the word count slips your mind until the very end when you realise you've got to find a way to get rid of 500 words.
Final tip: Coherence doesn't need to be panicked over until the very end of the writing process. You can string sentences together like a six-year-old whilst writing, and then dedicate the final task of the entire process to polishing the statue; don't worry about polishing before the statue has even been built. I've found it useful in the past to write like I'm talking to a friend, and then go back once I've finished in order to fix sentence details.
I spent a good 10 or so minutes trying to add to yoir points and give you a proper response beyond "Thanks you for the advice" and I got nothing DX. I think I'm just too low-IQ for lengthy and well-thought out discussion. So thanks for the advice! I'll see what I can accomplish, maybe I'll visit a librarian for further some help on reading material later.
god i absolutely hate how i was in 2015 through 2017 and i can't get over it for whatever reason
fucking hell
Having to start over from scratch just because Garry didn't like your opinions on his changes
Essays were basically the worst thing in school for me. It was like squeezing blood from a stone even doing the minimum 3 page high school ones. I'm like the polar opposite of the spectrum from people who can just ramble on for pages without saying anything.
Metro Series
I saw your post and decided to make a crappy thread
I swear I will commit matrix program to learn to draw if I need to. Literal wastes of paper (digital) in this case because every eye attempt looks like a rejected mr potato head.
How recent was this? Can't you just ask to be unbanned
I was banned by Garry, there's no coming back from that
Try drawing from life or photo reference, apply yourself when drawing without reference, work to fix the mistakes you've made in previous drawings with each new one. Keep at it for a year and you'll see some improvement.
Google used to be fantastic for finding sources on images but a few years back they started implementing suggestions to uploaded images. 95% of the time it would be super generic in relation to your inputted image. You'd be looking at a still picture of an anime or a crop of a page of a manga, upload it to google and search, the result just says 'anime' and the suggested images are way off. And it's not as though the image doesn't exist anywhere on the internet, I can use another search engine with reverse search and get the exact result I'm looking for.
All this AI shit that keeps getting implemented has inadvertently made it more annoying to browse youtube as well. I watch one interesting minecraft video and all the sudden my youtube feed is filled with minecraft bed wars. I remove that from the suggestions and watch one video on Apex Legends and suddenly it's like I'm Ninja's #1 fan. It's even worse when it infects seemingly unrelated videos in what used to be the 'related videos' bar. I'll be on a documentary about ant eaters and it's still suggesting me Ninja's latest freakout.
So you know that feeling of suddenly getting a text from your bank saying something you have no idea what is just charged you 6 dollars? I get messages from my bank every time I use my credit card to pay for something online, and I just got a text about something called Streamlabs charging me 6 dollars, and like, what?
You know in video games when you've got to go through a door that's like 3cm in front of you, except bam there's a hurdle that means you've to spend an hour making loops, scaling the roof, navigating through the game's version of the London Underground, only to come out on the other side of said hurdle (Outlast loved to do this)? Well, my university has rooms like that; I had to go to what I'll call Room 1, Floor 3. Except Room 1 was blocked off via the main walkway by a door that could only be opened from the other side, but I could see that Room 1 was on the other side, and next to a staircase. So I thought Right, just need to find the bottom of that staircase and walk up. So I walked back down to the ground floor and made my way across, to where I believed the staircase would start. BUT PLOT TWIST - the room below the staircase was an office, which meant the staircase actually started on Floor 2, except that walkway was also blocked off. I only noticed after about 25 minutes of mindlessly going through random corridors that I had basically been trapped in the real life embodiment of a Silent Hill game.
I get up really early for college and usually the only thing worth watching is Channel 4, used to have Third Rock from the Sun on, now it has fucking King of Queens.
Quite possibly the worst most hateful"comedy" show I've ever had the pleasure of watching, everyone in it are just such bastards
I have a fond memory of my grandpepper waking up in the mornings to get ready for work, and he'd always tune into watching Married With Children as he got himself ready for work. I'm pretty sure I have nostalgia from those days now
When I ask a simple yes or no question to someone who's about to leave, but they're so busy freaking out about OMG HAVE TO LEAVE ON TIME I CAN'T ANSWER RIGHT NOW that they wasted more time stopping to tell me that, than it would've taken to just fucking say yes or no.
It didn't even require any Goddamn thought and now I have to wait half an hour or more to get a fucking response! AND NOW YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE LIKE YOU WERE AFRAID OF BECAUSE YOU JUST HAD TO STOP EVERYTHING YOU WERE DOING ENTIRELY JUST TO TELL ME YOU CAN'T ANSWER BECAUSE YOU'LL BE LATE.
What the fuuuuUUUUUUUUUCK AAAAAAAAAAA
I once weighted 264 lbs, because I gained 88 lbs in just a year due to depression. That gave me severe stretch marks due to rapid weight gain, and then I spent 2 years to go down to 165 lbs, which also caused stretch marks due to rapid change. A few years later and I still got them (they're still red). I have them on down on my belly that it even go over the middle of the belly. I also got them on my thighs, and above my breasts near the shoulders, and medium ones on the first part of my arms, plus small ones on the sides of my knees, and under my armpits. My mother who was over 500 lbs had less stretch marks than I do.
You can barely see my muscles, but I am average weight, but these marks are still all over the place, and it looks terrible. Does anyone know if there's treatment for this? Or will it last for decades or for life? There's two reasons I don't go to the beach or a pool, extreme stretch marks and afraid of deep water. Your self-image is not at its peak performance.
I never got that about women. My wife freaks out about her appearance all the time. Other than surgery I dont think there's much you can do.
Dont worry about it and be happy with who you are.
Mom haven't returned my mouse yet
Guess i still have more days without pc videogames huh
I feel like my memory is getting worse by the day.
I can't hardly remember anything worth a fuck, even if I really really want to remember something.
My Google search history is 90% looking up how to do the same tiny handfuls of things I've done hundreds of times in a given program I've been using for years.
As soon as I look away, or by the next time I need to do it not even 5 minutes later, I've COMPLETELY forgotten how to do it again.
Of course it's gone well beyond this, I'm having increasing troubles remembering names, events, things I'm told big or small. Things I tell myself and things I read. Who I have told what or when of any given thing. Just... Everything.
It's most infuriating when I need to do something, tell myself "don't put it off, do it right now, before you forget." And it doesn't matter because...
I COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY forget the exact fucking microsecond that thought finishes going through my head! GONE! LIKE IT WAS NEVER THERE!
My focus has nothing to do with it. Someone could have my full, undivided attention, laser focus, with me even responding and thinking about what they're saying, and as soon as they're done talking or the conversation is over, blip. Gone. As if it never happened at all.
And they'll try their hardest to remind me but I have zero recollection whatsoever.
I'll forget what I'm saying in the middle of saying it. I often forget what I've wrote and repeat myself if I don't constantly go back and re-read what I already've written. I've already done it a few times just for this post because I was afraid of repeating myself, I legit can't remember if I've covered something or not already on things I wrote barely 30 seconds ago.
Why is my memory falling apart so rapidly?
I'm scared.
When you're trying to play a game but all of your wires get tangled in a big heaping mess which causes your controller to fall which causes the headset to go with it which causes your head to go down and suddenly you're jumping out of a car in GTAV with a 3 star wanted level straight into a cop's front bumper.
And now the whole team's mad at you because you messed up the heist setup.
Girls: "Don't message me if you can't hold a conversion."
Then I proceed to make an effort and I only get one, maybe two word responses every time.
The management company who are supposed to maintain my block of flats are fucking useless twats. Everything outside of our actual properties is always in a state of perpetual disrepair, the stairs are often left in an outright dangerous condition, and it takes them fucking forever to sort any of it out.
The communal lights have and door buzzers have been out for about 4 days now. Not only have I missed two packages, but I managed to fall down the stairs in the pitch black last night and have damaged my latest tattoo, that was still healing, during the fall.
If my artist can't do anything to touch the design up once it's healed, I might end up with a permanently scuffed tattoo because the lazy bastards responsible for our building's upkeep never answer their fucking phones.
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Shit that makes you mad V. I hate the post limit
