What's that pile of crap on the right side of your desk all about?
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Originally Posted by Bobby Wong
and dont even act like you cant manage a decent facekicking your monitor is like 8 feet off the ground you must be a fucking giant in that country
You know random obscure facts about almost any subject imaginable but you don't know Rule number 1 of Ergonomics? Monitor must be at eye level. Almost 99% of the world's monitors are below where they should be.
I can get my face kicked in, of that I am certain. But whilst I'm neither a lover nor a fighter, I'm more less of one than the other.
Though I shouldn't really be surprised, I just heard the two of them walk past my door heading for the lobby and the elevator chatting amicably. What a world we live in.
That's a speaker, an SD card plastic protective case, scissors, Post-It notes, special cloth for wiping monitor screens, another more special cloth for wiping touch-screen on my phone, hand sanitising gel, monitor cleaner/polish spray, a pen and a terrible mouse that is going to be the next (of ~400 or so) computer peripherals I break when I'm tilted at incompetent faggotry (the first 300 were less incompetent than me, but sometimes in poker the innocent must suffer with the tilted fury - I once threw a monitor outside my window insane with fury at a 2-outer hitting for 5 figures - it felt good because my senses were corrupted and because I was emotionally insane).
When I returned to my desk annoyed at not realising I didn't have a 2nd monitor, the thought then hit me that if someone was walking underneath my fourth floor window (as is 'fairly' common and expected in the heart of Fortitude Valley in Brisbane), I might never be playing poker again for an entirely different set of restricted circumstances. Almost nauseous with horror, I raced to the window to look down and there was a small crowd looking up amidst the wreckage of the shattered computer monitor. Thankfully, no one was hurt.
I didn't break another computer peripheral in like...3 or something weeks. That's how traumatised I was.
big lol at your logitech mk260 combo. i tried to cheap out and got that same mouse and keyboard for 21.99 on march 28 and they are both in the junkpile not even 6 months later. the keyboard is better than the mouse but it's flimsy and it won't run on rechargeable batteries and there's no way i'm springing for lithiums every 3 months that are worth as much as the keyboard is. but i'm poor. i don't know what possible excuse you could have for owning such crap. i mean how do you even work the internet with a 3 button mouse?
Serious question...how do transport that monitor from hotel to hotel? Does it have a case? Do you just buy a new one?
It is so FUCKING heavy you wouldn't believe it unless you had to pick it up. I need it for my eyes ever since my junkie denial (and addiction to illicit Thai candy flipping euphoric dick pills - if I had to guess, tadalafil, sildenafil, amphetamines of some kind and caffeine combined in a single pill of GOD) very nearly killed me (or cost me my eyesight) over a twisted 6-8 month period of denial in 2010 where I spent so SO much money and went to so much effort seeing eye specialists (I was literally losing my eyes, and the pain was...) - all of whom ran their tests and basically concluded the same thing - my eyes were failing, "part of getting old".
Not quite. I was in such denial about my addiction to these illicit Thai 'viagra/speed' pills, I simply never thought to mention to the specialists that I was taking them. I probably would have lost my eyes or my life if my dealer didn't go AWOL for a fortnight or so and though the withdrawals were miserable suddenly my eyes started getting better and the thought struck me that...maybe? nah...really? maybe I should research if viagra can create eye problems.
lol. The blood pressure increases I was putting my body / face under...it's a wonder I'm fucking alive, how stupid I am. Just pure denial. Never once - not once - considered my little addiction to be remotely related to my eyes gradually feeling like they were going to EXPLODE. Pretty sure that's literally what was going to happen if the madness continued...
It's like a SUPER high end monitor (or it was, for 2010 - now it's probably lol compared to the retina displays and super high def shit they got going on) for graphics designers made by NEC and I had to get it shipped from the US for like...too much money to ever let it go (even though travelling with it has, ahem, induced Christian Hijack 'excess' baggage fees worth more than the monitor itself on occasion).
I have huge suitcases and jam in it the middle with so many clothes packed around the almost exploding suitcase it's effectively cushioned to survive being dropped from altitude.
Shit. It's even ghost proof / inexplicable electric event proof.
Unlike this mirror.
Unlike this 11 month old Macbook Air display that started smoking where the logic board is located, burning the screen. Kaput.
Unlike this LG monitor that was packed equally as cushioned but inexplicably cracked.
Unlike this Samsung Chromebook display that should disturb all of you because WTF. #Rorschach
And unlike a number of other monitors like a Philips high-end monitor I bought in Hong Kong because I left literally everything in Thailand when I moved to Hong Kong...for three days, before the horror sent me racing back to Bangkok.
And unlike the 20-30 light bulbs that have exploded over 15 months in rooms I'm alone in. Never once when someone else is with me. That's merely the exploded bulbs. Maybe 200 light bulbs of various kinds have been blown / extinguished / snuffed out in rooms I'm in alone.
Never other rooms. Never in the hallways. The power never gets blown. All the lights just go out. It's really quite inexplicable.
You really have to watch these 5 seconds to realise it's just...not possible. What happened was not possible.
Mirrors and screens and reflective things break and smash around me. I'm not doing any of them, I assure you. My days of violent wanton destruction of perfectly functional equipment ended when I threw a monitor out the window onto a busy pedestrian street without even considering where it would land...the thought didn't even cross my mind.
That was probably the day (though it took some months to actualise) that I became an exceptional poker player (instead of merely a lame grinder subject to insane emotional swings). Within a calendar year, I was playing anyone who wanted a game on three networks at any stakes, HU or SH or ring. Felt...numb; so I felt like I was going crazy.
When you're emotionally insane and don't realise it, the process of becoming emotionally sane (i.e. a LOT less emotional) will disturb you. It shouldn't but then it's going to. That's how emotions 'work'.
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Three weeks ago a terrified girl who'd never stepped inside my apartment prior to spending two minutes next to me in front of a computer - a girl who knew nothing of why I was even out that night - saw something she won't speak about, did a monkey chant, ran away in terror and that was 3(?) weeks ago and....
....since that moment.
Tranquility. All the inexplicable creepy which was ramping up, i.e. accelerating in intensity after the cemented mirror was thrown where my head normally resided two minutes after 1200 unbroken minutes of residing in that spot....
All the inexplicable incidents (TVs turning on by themselves, air conditioning silently being switched on without my realising it until I'm shivering, noises of construction that I saw with my own eyes was _not_ happening above my room which is where it's been happening for a year now)...the monkey chant....and poof.
Nothing. Not one incident since.
Do I believe in ghosts? I don't disbelieve in what I do not understand, when science cannot explain how cement ceases to stop working when ALL lights are snuffed simultaneously, as they always are. Something was communicating with me. Now...just silence as per 'normal'.
What size is this indestructible nec monitor? Amazon has some nec 23 inchers for $250 (weigh around 14 pounds...is that about the same as yours?). I'm blind too. So at the home office I use a 40 inch flat screen tv that I had mounted on the wall and run the Cpu through.
Whenever I travel and take my laptop I'm basically fucked because my mind cant wrap itself around the tiny screen. Definitely need a monitor for business trips. And the fact the nec is ghost proof is a huge plus.
Regarding the viagra / speed pills: You're flying, you have a massive boner that lasts for days, and your heart doesn't explode (at least right away)? Just out if curiosity - how long do the effects last, what's the typical dosage (one, two, five?), and how much are they per pill? Hows the come down? Also, I thought you said Thailand was gnarly about enforcing the ban on speed, especially as to pharmaceuticals. Do these skirt the rules or they regular old black market narcotics?
big lol at your logitech mk260 combo. i tried to cheap out and got that same mouse and keyboard for 21.99 on march 28 and they are both in the junkpile not even 6 months later. the keyboard is better than the mouse but it's flimsy and it won't run on rechargeable batteries and there's no way i'm springing for lithiums every 3 months that are worth as much as the keyboard is. but i'm poor. i don't know what possible excuse you could have for owning such crap. i mean how do you even work the internet with a 3 button mouse?
Because my MBA started smoking and is kaput. All I have is this Chromebook whilst I was waiting for Apple to replace my 11 month old 52,000 baht Macbook Air. And despite what the subsystems claim (what with Bluetooth networking communicating with open files on active Unix sockets, Bluetooth locked to /var/run by readonly Device Mapper virtual looped filesystems and active Bluetooth modules "in use" by the 'Google' Linux kernel which cannot be removed by simple rmmod -fv <module name> commands), no Samsung Series 5 Chromebook has ever had Bluetooth functionality in history (officially).
And wired USB controllers don't work.
Which means this Logitech piece of shit combo (actually I don't mind the keyboard so much either) is all I can get to work. It's not Bluetooth which intrigues me actually.
Why is anything - at all - Bluetooth? Obviously I'm not very technical but it's funny how I seem to ask questions no one on technical forums has ever thought to ask. And cannot answer.
I'd rather be using this mouse on the left. It's wired which is mildly annoying but it's a fucking machine. I don't know why faggots ever decrease the DPI - actually that's always intrigued me; why would you want less control and accuracy? I just run it at 2400 and it's god. Can't with this Chromebook. It's Logitech or the touchpad which might be the worst touchpad in history.
What size is this indestructible nec monitor? Amazon has some nec 23 inchers for $250 (weigh around 14 pounds...is that about the same as yours?).
24 inch, weight is 26 lb (11.8kg). It's a true beast for mounting onto a wall or something in a home office. I must be the only moron moronic enough in the world to actually travel with it, but my eyes are really okay but super low tolerance for variables now - bad lighting, tired, dry, speck of dust in one or something and I'm cursing myself for being too lazy to set up the NEC already.
They've got even better ones now I think but as you can see, this was a very highly rated monitor. Cost me a freaking fortune but recently saw it on Amazon for like $850 which made me want to vomit. Mine was...ahem...many multiples of that to get it shipped over from the US by NEC Thailand which didn't stock it. You'd have to be insane to travel with this. It's fucking heavy.
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So at the home office I use a 40 inch flat screen tv that I had mounted on the wall and run the Cpu through.
Whenever I travel and take my laptop I'm basically fucked because my mind cant wrap itself around the tiny screen. Definitely need a monitor for business trips. And the fact the nec is ghost proof is a huge plus.
Not sure if our eye problems will be the same though; cause mine is a pure resolution problem. Like, my eyes will get sore watching HD TV on a high-end Sony flatscreen because the resolution isn't good enough and I think it's more complicated than that; some genius was explaining it all to me before recommending this NEC - the millions of color ranges, the vertical and horizontal sync rates, the hertz, shit like that but it's entirely possible I'm just pulling random words that may or may not even make sense out of my ass - I'm one of those terrible tools that a doctor or a genius will try to explain in full detail what's causing my problem and I'll just be like "yeah yeah so what do I buy to make it go away".
This monitor is half the answer. Waking up to my terrifying capacity for denial of my addiction to these AMAZING illicit Thai combo dick pills was what saved my eyes. They were so swollen, I'm a real imbecile at times.
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Regarding the viagra / speed pills: You're flying, you have a massive boner that lasts for days, and your heart doesn't explode (at least right away)?
I've never even managed to learn the name of these really, really illicit ones. I mean, you can buy all types of Viagra / Cialis / generics on the street in front of the cops (the cops will be the guys collecting the majority of your cash obv) near central CBD. Stuff like this can all be bought in wide open air stalls all the way down Sukhumvit 1 to 15.
Those effervescent ones are fucking amazing. It's just effervescent Viagra obv, but the speed of the hit is just whoa, you. clothes off. quiet. come on. ffs. gogogogo.
And tonight as I'm going to The Pimp with a mate, "you" =
But I literally slept with 1 girl whilst on these illicit Thai unknown pills. They were just that good, that leaving the apartment became impossible. It's hard to explain the semi-frustration mixed with apathy; it's a tragedy for me that the Thai ICT weren't blocking porn in 2010 as magnificently as they manage it now. You simply could not leave the apartment if you were on these things unless you lost internet connection or something; every day I'd play this insane struggle and end up laughing and jerking off rather than showering and sleeping with a stunner IRL. I only ever slept with Aun and she's really more of a lesbian than she realises - her relationship with guys is a bit like mine with girls; it's about...ahh, it's not about the sex. It's about....other stuff. hard to explain really. But basically I had sex like half a dozen times whilst addicted to the greatest drug I've ever used.
Very nearly killed me. Don't even know if it has a name but it must; I was buying them off the bodyguard of one of the big freelancer clubs that brazenly 'flout' the law (the law cannot really flout the law of course, the law was written to shut out competition). This guy was the closest I've had to a male friend in Thailand, and he was exploiting me the entire time; just brilliant emotional manipulation skills - every Thai is genius in ways that are sociopathic but then everyone is sociopathic to a degree. Most just suck at being sociopaths so they sound like whining narcissists.
But I was buying these pills for 800bt each and he'd painstakingly remove all ID info from their packaging; but I only noticed when he went AWOL out of the blue and I raced all over Bkk running into chemists showing them the empty wrappers, inducing furrowed brows, interest, then laughter. Cue laughing denials to have any clue what they were (obviously upon recognition). It was probably 1000% markup. I couldn't have given a fuck. I was more hurt by the fact that because I was worth so much to him, our entire relationship was a pretext.
But with these illicit ones, you're buzzing. Like on heat, literally. Warm, feel-good, confident, you look good (whether you do or not, and I'm not entirely certain how much the mind controls all that shit anyway, to a degree - we're all bitches of our perception, which only ever delivers to us a distorted version of reality), you're full of energy, your mind is switched on, you feel like going out, like you're pumped, you'll just watch this one quick porn clip on Tube 8....8 months can go by and you haven't really left the house hahah.
Eyes started tearing up into month 3-4. By month 6, the pain was debilitating. By the time my 'buddy' went off the radar, I was very very concerned and becoming resigned to going blind. Every specialist concurred. What could be done "Use them less", "Rest them a lot", "coddle a few more years out of them" etc. It was 100% these fucking dick pills. Pure denial. The thought never crossed my mind until my eyes started healing as my world was falling apart without being able to score.
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Just out if curiosity - how long do the effects last, what's the typical dosage (one, two, five?)
One. One per day and you've had a big, exhausting day. I took two a couple times and didn't feel great. But I was taking them every.single.day.
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Hows the come down?
No comedown for me but then I stopped getting comedowns in like 2007. Something snapped in my mind and cocaine (which I used to adore) has never *really* worked since. Sometimes it gave me panic attacks. Tapper had to escape one, I seem to recall. I was flipping until I remembered I had Xanax for such emergencies (only remembered after hours of panicking; panic is just not a productive emotion to feel - ever; I joke about it but only semi-joke; I'm half-serious when I state I don't believe we'd ever panic unless we were taught and shown how to panic and then reminded not to panic when we feel like panicking (as if panic was something that could be controlled? very very creepy when Society pretends to be so stupid it didn't 'realise' the obvious).
But whatever it was that stopped blow from working nixed all *etamine comedowns from my psyche. I swear to god, 90% of all this shit is in your mind - or it's controllable by remembering to eat, sleep, be functional, drink water and not accidentally come close to breaking sleep deprivation records when you're 20 or 21 and going insane on $8/point pure ice.
I used to get comedowns so unbelievably brutal...they nearly rivalled hangovers from alcohol blood poisoning.
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Also, I thought you said Thailand was gnarly about enforcing the ban on speed, especially as to pharmaceuticals. Do these skirt the rules or they regular old black market narcotics?
No lol. Just like in the US, the government (or the people that control X nation's slice of the US$1,000,000,000,000 (1 trillion) / annum illicit drug pie - i.e. they all control the governments) sells all this shit. I learned about their power to blockade when I spent months trying to buy Desoxyn with price as no barrier. It could not be done, for any amount. They can blockade shit at borders. They have technology that they're not telling the world about, there's a lot of crazy shit behind the veils that are the illusionary bubbles created for Joe Blow and Nancy Whore by Power.
If it's coming through the border, the government is bringing it through or taking their pound of flesh from the proceeds. So when they're cracking down on it, you can - and many do - get killed or spend their lives in prison for not having the money / power / fortunate breaks / etc that work out in the 'favour' of others. They crack down on meth so hard here, I was getting "next-to-strip-searched" every night for a few months.
The market remains flooded. It always will when there is a Demand. When the government cracks down, they're taking out competition not taking out Supply. It's capitalism; law enforcement (and law, for that matter) basically always has been about commerce not justice. There's no justice; the very concept of justice itself is probably the greatest injustice.
Black market narcotics = amateur narcotics. Amateurs cannot compete with well-funded and well-organised operations, like the government's 'illicit' cooking facilities where this shit is mass-produced. There are 70 million people in this country. 6% of the entire population is dependent or in-denial-about-their-dependency on *etamines (which is ironically less addicted than those who accept their addiction - like Mike, who loves believing he's hard-wired to fail because that way he doesn't have to bother trying - he's probably hard-wired to face-plant for life because he's been shrewdly happy about not having to bother trying for his whole life). Children and old people aren't smoking shit up, the % of people who use is up over 10%. Sometimes it feels even higher but then I'm not exactly sshh'ing people in public libraries.
The government only ever bans the (proper / safe / preferred, no matter how black your heart is, better product = more $, as long as you remember to include the addictive additives) ingredients for making illicit drugs for reasons that logic literally spells out and proves and cannot be refuted. Their guilt is so complicit, it's nauseating that people still believe a national leader can support a ban on pseudo-ephedrine (sold OTC in cough meds ffs, it's that safe!) and somehow be 'confused' about what that ban will achieve and what motivates the tightening up on the controllable ingredients for the (ostensibly) uncontrolled controlled substances.
It's dirty capitalist tricks, commerce. Nothing more. When I use rhetoric like "cooked in tarred barrels over open flame by Burmese peasants and including Christ knows what poisons; apparently paint-thinners, kerosene, nicotine, caffeine, etc included - so how is a magistrate asserting he could know what's in the substance unless incredibly extensive tests were conducted on every amount they charge someone with possessing?"
All I'm doing is pointing out their corruption. I don't actually believe Burmese peasants have anything to do with the cooking process. But it's telling that the magistrates are so cocky they don't give a fuck about whether or not they're transparent any more.
And that might be the most terrifying Truth of all.
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Originally Posted by Rum Dick
Also, while we are doing the twenty questions thingy - do you still play online poker?
I needed an excuse to not go to Pantip because it would be an unpleasant exchange I would be forced to have with the company that not only provides a warranty for the 'quality' of their products, I also purchased a $400 AppleCare policy so that's like 20% of the product's price for extended "peace of mind".
Ignoring all the supernatural potential, if it wasn't ghosts trying to get my attention, Apple's product was to blame. It started smoking up after power supply corroded it's shitty 'magic' power cord. Normal use. Arguably not normal for me. But yeah they're like "no". I'm like "what". They're like "that's not covered".
Their piece of shit product disintegrates but it's not covered. Right.
I'll never play a hand of that faggot game again for the rest of my life.
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What about online slots?
It's v v unlikely. I was mostly bereft of options for things to do.
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