I just feel so bad seeing my cat in pain and frustrated by the cone , I know he will be fine but my poor little guy.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Just keep giving him the affection/medicine he needs. He will eventually forget the cone and just remember the feeling better.
Yep, we had some cuddles earlier and got lots of purrs from it. Just hard to see the little guy like this.
Also, on a semi-related note, someone called the pet licensing people about my building and complained that there were pets unlicensed inside, including my unit, so now I need to bump up my days to take the dog in to the vet now so I can finish the licensing of him and the cat. Every time thus far I've tried to get the dogs shots done he has had an ear infection and we haven't been able to do it. Very frustrating.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Spoilered because this post talks about self-harming and I don't want to disturb anyone who isn't comfortable reading about that kind of thing. [spoiler]I got a proper scoring tool for my bread. It's amazing and sharp and it cuts beautifully through the dough. But I can't stop thinking about slicing through myself with it. I have this problem with all sharps. Even though I love to cook, I don't cook very often because every time I'm using a knife I'm plagued with these intrusive thoughts. I've never actually done it (my self-harm is limited to things like pulling my hair out and picking/scratching my skin), but god, it's especially bad with this thing. I almost convinced myself that "just a little bit" on the back of my hand would be ok, but managed to get control back before that nonsense took root. I spaced out and cut a ton of lines through a dinner roll instead. It's so sharp. I love it. It's perfect. I can't be near it.[/spoiler]
My old dog Errabundus has a tumor that the vet's only kind of half-heartedly monitored through his life, saying 'Bring him in if it changes rapidly.' Well, it bleeds and oozes now and is creeping closer to his eye week by week, but he's too old for anesthesia and the topical drops and antibiotic don't do much of anything. Really not looking forward to this slowly consuming his face before he dies.
I feel like I'm clutching my 'l33t equipment' just outside the newbie area after outgrowing it. I'm standing around holding a 'help! lost! info plz' sign while everyone else thunders by doing things and knowing exactly what to damnit all do.
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@Phoebus may you always be able to redirect these urges indefinitely until they disappear.
games are easier in that sense. put in the time and the work, no matter how tiresome and difficult and you get -somewhere- ; best of all you can see yourself getting somewhere and know where you generally stand. Life just hands you a 'oh! oops! sorry you lost!' complimentary kick to the crotch, well after you've ...screwed up.
I hope they leave you alone enough to get your work done, otherwise I'd take it to your supervisors. It's all fun and games till it puts your job on the line.
Oh, they definitely just tease me with it. Things are a bit lax at my workplace, so I am also allowed to quietly curse at them after such scares. I just really do not like jump-scares.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops And endless starless night Singing how the wind was lost Before an earthly flight
I bought some lovely fleece lined water resistant pants yesterday, which I was too stupid to wear because I looked at the weather this morning and went oh, high of 20 today going to feel like 26 today, I'll be fine in that if it rains and completely forgetting I work need water which means it's always colder and damper in the rain. Brrrr!
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Oh, they definitely just tease me with it. Things are a bit lax at my workplace, so I am also allowed to quietly curse at them after such scares. I just really do not like jump-scares.
I loudly curse at mine when they do that, if a customer's nowhere around, and it's very therapeutic. Also slightly shocking the first time they hear quiet little me suddenly turn into a sailor.
My co-workers have discovered that I am easy to scare while I am concentrating. Sometimes even with just a whisper.
So my first job, I worked in the vault of a statistic's bureau. Part of my work was finding particular certificates and making requested copies of them to mail off. Birth certificates, death certificates, marriage certificates, what have you. As you might imagine, there were lots of shelves for all the documents in this vault.
Do you know what's terrifying and hilarious? Filing and organizing under the constant fear someone will jump out unexpectedly from the shelf behind you and chase you with a rubber spider. After the first week I began checking every corner for people lying in wait, lmfao. I was super shy and easily startled, but it was honestly really funny, even though I shrieked in surprise every time. In retrospect, the vault was probably pretty soundproof, so well-played, co-workers, well-played. My last day there, I got ninja'd 3 times because people were so sad they'd no longer get to keep pranking me.
Tldr: people in government jobs get really bored. Co-workers also had a WoW raiding group they often chatted about.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
GPS day means I usually sit somewhere out in the open, usually a park, and guard our equipment while two coworkers go do the point taking. Apparently I'm being watched because a lady came up and started asking what I was doing and telling me about how her neighbour called to complain that survey people were here again (first time for our specific group and we're not even doing the park I'm sitting in). Said lady also ranted about the local college because I brought it up as the site were doing is just off their property. Also wondered why I wasn't doing anything more productive or constructive with my time because that was how she was raised.
Public interactions are unpleasant.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Been seeing a lingering issue at work where Facebook integration is failing at various points. Over a month ago, I did a deep-dive into the failures and wrote up a big ticket in JIRA explaining all the permutations we are seeing errors with, including screenshots, console output, debug logs and behavior across various environments (eg 500 on internal test, error from FB on prod).
Cut to today. The pretty Russian girl submitted a 2 line duplicate bug on the same issue I've reported and it's already got like 15 comments from our product manager and devs investigating it.
Overall, I want our site to work well, but it's frustrating feeling like I'm talking into the wind. It likely is enhanced by my mental health issues distorting perception, but it feels like lately every time I attempt to contribute things (work, family, even in Lusternia), nobody notices or thinks it's worth listening to. It's making it hard to find motivation (I tend to be a proactive type) and I'm finding myself losing confidence (I mean, maybe I'm just saying stupid stuff and people are politely ignoring it?), and I feel myself retreating away and just burying myself in quiet, solitary work (or bashing, in the case of the game. Lots and lots of bashing).
Not only have I been broken into and lost all my electronics over two times to robbers, but I've also been informed that I need to start looking for a new job because my job will soon be obsolete.
Thanks.
I'm not avoiding Lusty because I want to, folks. I would just be an emotional mess if I was to log on.
Edit- I really swear that I'm not this whiny. I'm just having a really, really awkward year and it has me riled up and constantly waiting for the next shoe to drop.
Everyone will go through godawful shit years at some point. You get to a moment where you just wait for the next bad news train to come along and hit you head on, and wonder if this is your life now.
I can promise you it's not, that truly is daylight at the end of the tunnel.
Also, never apologise for needing to vent, we all have or will need to in the future. You aren't whiny, if anything you're tough for going through all this and not giving up.
You can get through this
The divine voice
of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations,
Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
Not only have I been broken into and lost all my electronics over two times to robbers, but I've also been informed that I need to start looking for a new job because my job will soon be obsolete.
Thanks.
I'm not avoiding Lusty because I want to, folks. I would just be an emotional mess if I was to log on.
Edit- I really swear that I'm not this whiny. I'm just having a really, really awkward year and it has me riled up and constantly waiting for the next shoe to drop.
You do you. Lusternia will still be here. Just be safe!
The Divine voice of Ianir the Anomaly echoes in your head, "You are a ray of sunshine in a sea of
depression. I just wanted you to know that."
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
I feel like I need to apologize to the people Ev is a real ass to.
Only part of it is his character. He will irrationally defend his guildmates when he thinks they're being attacked, even if they aren't, because they're the only ones he trusts. He also highly distrusts the Moonhart Circle. Put them together, and I can take it overboard. My mental state doesn't help; I can be a real ass. Sometimes I realize it, and sometimes I don't. You can look back at that conversation and probably see the point I realized I was being a total ass.
So I'm sorry to those whose play time I made less fun tonight. I try to do better.
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
@Everiine I just want to triple assure you that me resigning from Champ wasn't your fault or any sort of ragequit to anyone else who was in that discussion. I'm not really enjoying combat and I felt like I had to participate all the time because of the role (which I was a placeholder in anyways :P), so it was more of a choice for my own sanity.
It was really a bad time for it to happen and you probably ended up with some harsher words in response than usual. But I do maintain what I said in both an OOC and IC perspective: half the Seren leadership is new right now, it's going to be an adjustment period, and please don't blame the new for the perceived faults of the old. We're not bitter and jaded yet and we are quite sincere about wanting to improve things.
Wildeflower Aramel Strongleaf says to Xiran, "My cousin's attitude to life is rather like her attitude towards cake - to have everything, and at once, and lots of it."
That really sucks, doesn't seem like they gave you a lot of notice.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
I just try so hard to keep my silence so I wouldn't unintentionally explode on someone.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
#bringShikariback
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
I'm harboring a lot of anger, cynicism, mistrust, and hurt too. I know how you feel.
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
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The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Vive l'apostrophe!
Also, on a semi-related note, someone called the pet licensing people about my building and complained that there were pets unlicensed inside, including my unit, so now I need to bump up my days to take the dog in to the vet now so I can finish the licensing of him and the cat. Every time thus far I've tried to get the dogs shots done he has had an ear infection and we haven't been able to do it. Very frustrating.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
[spoiler]I got a proper scoring tool for my bread. It's amazing and sharp and it cuts beautifully through the dough. But I can't stop thinking about slicing through myself with it. I have this problem with all sharps. Even though I love to cook, I don't cook very often because every time I'm using a knife I'm plagued with these intrusive thoughts. I've never actually done it (my self-harm is limited to things like pulling my hair out and picking/scratching my skin), but god, it's especially bad with this thing. I almost convinced myself that "just a little bit" on the back of my hand would be ok, but managed to get control back before that nonsense took root. I spaced out and cut a ton of lines through a dinner roll instead. It's so sharp. I love it. It's perfect. I can't be near it.[/spoiler]
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
I feel like I'm clutching my 'l33t equipment' just outside the newbie area after outgrowing it. I'm standing around holding a 'help! lost! info plz' sign while everyone else thunders by doing things and knowing exactly what to damnit all do.
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@Phoebus may you always be able to redirect these urges indefinitely until they disappear.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Do you know what's terrifying and hilarious? Filing and organizing under the constant fear someone will jump out unexpectedly from the shelf behind you and chase you with a rubber spider. After the first week I began checking every corner for people lying in wait, lmfao. I was super shy and easily startled, but it was honestly really funny, even though I shrieked in surprise every time. In retrospect, the vault was probably pretty soundproof, so well-played, co-workers, well-played. My last day there, I got ninja'd 3 times because people were so sad they'd no longer get to keep pranking me.
Tldr: people in government jobs get really bored. Co-workers also had a WoW raiding group they often chatted about.
Public interactions are unpleasant.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Cut to today. The pretty Russian girl submitted a 2 line duplicate bug on the same issue I've reported and it's already got like 15 comments from our product manager and devs investigating it.
Overall, I want our site to work well, but it's frustrating feeling like I'm talking into the wind. It likely is enhanced by my mental health issues distorting perception, but it feels like lately every time I attempt to contribute things (work, family, even in Lusternia), nobody notices or thinks it's worth listening to. It's making it hard to find motivation (I tend to be a proactive type) and I'm finding myself losing confidence (I mean, maybe I'm just saying stupid stuff and people are politely ignoring it?), and I feel myself retreating away and just burying myself in quiet, solitary work (or bashing, in the case of the game. Lots and lots of bashing).
Thanks.
I'm not avoiding Lusty because I want to, folks. I would just be an emotional mess if I was to log on.
Edit- I really swear that I'm not this whiny. I'm just having a really, really awkward year and it has me riled up and constantly waiting for the next shoe to drop.
Everyone will go through godawful shit years at some point. You get to a moment where you just wait for the next bad news train to come along and hit you head on, and wonder if this is your life now.
I can promise you it's not, that truly is daylight at the end of the tunnel.
Also, never apologise for needing to vent, we all have or will need to in the future. You aren't whiny, if anything you're tough for going through all this and not giving up.
You can get through this
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
Only part of it is his character. He will irrationally defend his guildmates when he thinks they're being attacked, even if they aren't, because they're the only ones he trusts. He also highly distrusts the Moonhart Circle. Put them together, and I can take it overboard. My mental state doesn't help; I can be a real ass. Sometimes I realize it, and sometimes I don't. You can look back at that conversation and probably see the point I realized I was being a total ass.
So I'm sorry to those whose play time I made less fun tonight. I try to do better.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Honestly, I think you should sell your art skills in the interim. You're amazingly talented at that.
I might start accepting orders for pixel avatars like I'm using right now, depending.