Some Fan…spriting. I know it kinda sucks, but I had fun with them.
This basically sums it all up.
http://www.bigbluecup.com/yabb/index.php?topic=40139.0
Also if you haven’t noticed that this is a parody…God help you.
A lot of times when people get on elevators they press buttons more than once. I often wonder why.
I can’t count the number of times I’ve seen someone run up to an elevator’s button panel and start slamming the crap out of the ‘up’ or ‘down’ button in what appears to be an effort to tell the elevator just how badly it’s needed.
As the post would imply, I’ve yet to hear of the magical elevator that responds differently based on how many times or how quickly its buttons are pressed.
Surely some smart-ass will come along and post a comment about the one elevator that does in some place I’ve never heard of. Right?
I’m about to go try to show this to the boys (and girls) over at the AGS forums. My first attempt at pixel art.
It’s coming along!
It’s times like these that I am reminded just how terribly unfair the world can be and just as much as it can be unfair, it seems it has been overly generous to me. Here I am, complaining about costs of things here and there and how “not fair” it is, when I hear about an earthquake on the other side of the world that has killed thousands of people in seconds and left several thousands more injured.
To make matters worse, it’s not as if Haiti is a country with plenty of money that can foot the bill of a massive clean-up. I know that we as a nation have sent a fair amount of help, and that’s good. But it’s never enough.
There’s no true purpose to this post today. Just thought I’d speak my mind. I donated 10 dollars to a Haiti medical center, I know it isn’t much, but I really hope it does something…
Know what I hate?
When you’re in a elevator and you’ve reached your floor, the doors pop open, and whoever is on the outside rushes into the elevator before you have a chance to get out.
…
Really?
Think about what this means.
If I’m getting out of the elevator, I’ve reached my current desired destination. The quicker I get out, the quicker I can be on my way. However, if YOU’RE forcing your way on before I get off, you can’t go anywhere until I’m off anyways, (unless of course you have the sheer audacity to hold me against my will in the elevator to wherever the hell it is you’re going) so why not look like, I don’t know, a NICE or CONSIDERATE person, and let me go first?
Due to this I think I’m going to take up standing absurdly close to the elevator doors while I ride them. That way when the doors open, not only will I scare most people waiting to get on, but for those asses who feel the need to push past me and get on the elevator first, I can beat them to it, or at least make it much more awkward and unreasonable for them.
I mean, I could never confront them about it. I hate confrontation. In fact, I’m convinced you could tie me up and throw me in a van without any explanation and I wouldn’t complain for at least an hour or so. But whatever.
Just let me off the elevator next time. Please?
Since I’ve been doing my own grocery shopping for the last month and a half I’ve noticed a lot of things about the grocery store that I’ve never noticed before.
1.) Older people like to stop. A lot. Not just a quick “oh I think I need…” or “I think I left the stove on and my house is probably burning down right now…” but a long stop with a spacey stare that suggests they’re trying to look through whatever it is they’re looking at. I can’t complain, though. I do the exact same thing. I’m just pointing out that the majority of folk who do it seem to be a bit elderly.
They stop mostly in the produce section, by the milk, and in the meats area as well. Ya know, the essentials.
2.) Some people have absolutely no shame.
I walked by a group of folks who literally smelled from a solid ten feet away. I really, truly wish this was an exaggeration, but it isn’t. It’s that kind of awful smell where you can actually taste the nastiness in the air. I actually didn’t buy the peas on my list in order to avoid running into them again.
3.) If you need something and you don’t know precisely where it is, you’re probably never going to find it. It’s almost as if you truly have to believe something exists before you can see it.
It had never occurred to me why so many were bothered by texts at the movies. I had seen people texting at the movies before, but it had never bothered me because they weren’t sitting anywhere near me.
Well, last night, I went with my girlfriend to see the Sherlock Holmes movie (great movie, by the way) and sitting next to me was a man who thought it necessary to keep up a conversation with a pal who was not right there at the movies with him.
Periodically, the man would pull out his phone, which shined like you wouldn’t believe, and send a text to someone. He would then wait (with the phone out, still shining) for his buddy to text him back, then text him again.
This drove me absolutely INSANE. For the first time in MONTHS what looked like a decent movie had come out, one I was actually WAITING to see, and after paying the ridiculous admission price, there’s an idiot next to me who won’t stop shining a bright light in my face.
I should start next by saying I have a real problem standing up for myself. Several times in my somewhat new college life, I have been cut in line by others and haven’t said a word, just stood there pouting…
So, naturally, I didn’t say anything to this guy. I couldn’t work up the guts. Instead, I finally got the courage to stare at his phone with a grimmace, and I think he got the picture.
However, about 30 minutes after that, the phone came out again, then we repeated the process for the rest of the movie.
Well, now I know why people are so upset when other people text during the movie. So, if you’re someone who likes to text during a movie, cut that crap out. It’s annoying as hell, and if you can’t get into the movie enough to stop looking at your phone for a couple hours, get the hell out.
So after moving I ended up with boxes of stuff everywhere, some I haven’t even opened yet.
Today I didn’t have a lot to do and figured, what the hell, let’s pop em’ open.
I packed my stuff in a hurry so some stuff was boxes within boxes, stuff I already had stored but needed to move regardless because I wasn’t sure what was in there and didn’t want the hassle of organizing it.
Anyways, onto my point: I opened up one of the aforementioned boxes within a box to find a pile of CD’s in a pack labeled ‘windows 95 crap’. My heart skipped a beat, (how pathetic, I know) could this be…? YES!
I opened it up to find several older games on CD rom, all of which I now intend to play, but the holy grail of the bunch was staring me right in the face at the time. I am of course talking about… THE OREGON TRAIL DELUXE.
I had it in my CD drive before I knew it. After promptly selecting the banker, naming all of my crew expletives, and buying 20 oxen and damn near the maximum of everything else available, I was off! I learned a few things while playing as well, for example:
Did you know?
* 5 people working together can carry exactly 200 lbs of food. However if the other 4 should die and you’re left to carry the food by yourself… you still manage to carry 100 lbs…what the hell were they doing this whole time?!
*Thieves have tendencies to steal very odd amounts of things, such as 3 bullets and a shirt. Thieves along the trail were apparently very skilled as well, as they could sometimes manage to steal as many as 15 oxen at once without you noticing.
*If you’ve got a disease, but then you catch another disease, the first one somehow will go away.
…
Yeah enough of that.
Good day!
So I was in line at a Tim Horton’s cause’ their coffee is like crack…
Apparently Timmy’s is pretty popular these days cause’ there were a ton of people in there. One of those people in front of you and in back of you lines. So it’s JUST about my turn to order, when the guy in front of me whips out his phone.
“Hey hon. What do you want…nah I’m at Tim’s…nah …NAH THEY AIN’T GOT THAT, THIS AIN’T DUNKIN DONUTS. Okay…alright…well what’s Jimmy want…”
Seriously?! Not only did you have the entire time we were just in line to do that but like, come on!
The girl behind the counter seemed a little shy and didn’t say anything. I felt bad for her because I could tell the other people in line were blaming her in their heads for not telling the guy to stop being such an ass-hat and move while people who should be allowed in public without helmets place their orders, cell-phone free.
After a good two minutes (no lie) of listening to this ridiculous one sided coversation, the girl finally worked up the nerve to say “Excuse me, sir…” to which he …sit down for this one…angrily gave her the “gimme a sec” left-handed index finger. Oooooooooh the left-handed-gimme-a-sec-index-finger pisses me off. I almost spoke up, but I didn’t cause’ I didn’t want to get my ass kicked in a Tim Horton’s. Apparently nobody else did either, cause’ nobody behind me spoke up.
The only nice part of this story comes when this guy was finally done and finished placing his order, which picky and childish, by the way. You get to have one of those nice moments with a person you don’t know and don’t really care to know, but understand, at least in one aspect in this very short period of time. You look at the person behind the counter, roll your eyes as if to say “what a jackass”, and they’ll know what you mean…at least you can make them smirk.