Oh god, yeah I’d be out. I would not do that.
Watching surveillance is truly like watching paint dry. Realtime? Yeah, just shoot me.
The only time I ever struggled was when cash went missing and I had to watch sale for sale. Even then, I could fast forward.
I always went for voids and “nosales” first. Nine times out of ten that’s where I’d find the theft. More clever thieves made my life hell though.
Man, as someone who worked surveillance for years, I can’t believe that anyone would have a hard time with this.
It was so, so, so, so easy to find when something vanished.
Now, did so and so walk in the building? Yeah, kiss my ass. Not happening.
I do this too. :p
The neighbors must think I’m insane.
I try to count the steps and see if I can make it further than before. My record is like 140.
It’s very mentally hard. I’m always thinking, “oh I’ve gotta be going down someone’s driveway now!”
Yeah, I’m very lucky to have her.
I sometimes think of who I’d be if I were anyone at all, but I’m happy to be nobody right here where I’m at.
I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. Probably childhood abandonment, abuse, and neglect.
My poor mom tried, she really did. She was abandoned, abused, and neglected too. A lot of things that would have seemed absurd to a healthy person were normal for her so she tolerated a lot and expected a lot. She suffered so much as a kid that whatever idea she had about family, she was sticking to.
I have no close friends and I LOVE it that way. I wish I didn’t.
Being alone is my favorite way to be. I can’t move in any direction in life because of it. Fortunately my wife wants me to be a stay at home dad. She isn’t crippled like I am and she loves me anyway, thank goodness.
I actually liked the flat screen crts. I have a 1080p flatscreen crt and I love it. Can’t use it though because I’m scared my kids will get crushed by it.
You’re just lucky. I too feel like I’ve lived through multiple lifetimes. They all went by in a flash.
I’ve been hard on my body and mind though. I’m a dumb hillbilly who started having kids when I was 16. I spent a decade as a functional heroin addict. Functional because I have family that gave a damn about me and I’m so antisocial that I had the discipline to have a week’s supply and not burn through it because the thought of dealing with people was enough to make me pause (mostly). Otherwise I would have been in the gutter with everyone else.
I’ve been through the wringer. Maybe that’s part of it. I don’t know.
Life is funny.
It’s so wild to me that Nirvana is old, that I’m old.
I heard the older folks say that I would wake up and be old one day and it would feel like barely any time has passed. “Young people will treat you like a dinosaur and you’ll still think you’re 25.”
I just can’t believe it.
Time has slipped through my fingers. Everything I put off a week ago was actually thousands of years ago now.
30-40 has been a month or so.
Oh yeah, I seen it. Thank you though. I got caught smoking my first cigarette at four years old in my cousins bedroom. So I’m really not that far off, not that it’s any kind of contest.
No shit, I was about his age when I started smoking. I grew up deep in hillbilly Appalachian country and all of the kids I grew up with smoked. I only knew two kids in my whole neighborhood who didn’t smoke and one of them started in their 30s for some reason.
My brother and I robbed a delivery truck when we were 11 and 13 and stole two full boxes of Camel cartons.
I struggled with my back being numb and tingly for 3 years over a pair of shoes wearing like this. Nearly drove me insane and a decade later I still have issues from time to time.
All I know is that I long for it for some damn reason. As an Appalachian kid with too little to eat, that shit was heaven. I don’t know if it was just because I was hungry, but I was sad to see it go.
This made me think of something else too.
My mom used to stop at a gas station, send me in first with a food stamp dollar to buy a .05 cent piece of gum. My brother would do the same thing, then we’d drive down to the next station and do it again. Finally, at the third station we’d come to the car and give my mom the change. Once we were done, she could afford enough gas to go visit my aunt and my cousins.
Once the EBT card came out that was over for poor folks.
People would stand outside of gas stations and stop people, “hey bro, I’ll buy you two twelve packs of soda for two bucks. You can get a candy bar too.” They usually end up trespassed. The smart ones would sell the cards for half their value (smart? I know) so they didn’t get banned from stores.
Working in a gas station in Appalachia I seen a number of people open their wallets and have several EBT cards.
Well thank you for telling us. I can’t wait for the onion article about how folks can’t wait to talk about it.
I hope it grows to the point that people say, “earn hart dead bait dad. Bad prsn. Not gud.”
This is the answer right here.
Robin Williams was amazing. The range of emotions just can’t be topped. He was the most believable actor of all time.
That’s a damn cockatiel. I don’t care if it is a member of the parrot family. That’s. A. Damn. Cockatiel.
Have a nice day sir!
Replying just to distract you further. Hoping we make a thing of it.
Everyone who used them back in the day had malware too.
Google dawt cawm… Fun smily face pack 4 chat on yahoo and aim Download Ooh, desktop strippers? Sweet! I’ll go ahead and get that too. Oh no way, a purple ape assistant! Sweet, lemme git that. I’ll be ur buddy bonzi.
Remember porn dialers? They’d call 1-900 numbers in the background when your computer was idle and make parents really angry.
At least I think that’s what they did.
Damn. I haven’t built a new computer in 10 years.
Are we seriously here now? DAAAAAAMN
I got old.