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i took a shower and i noticed a really strange bruise on my arm. it had a blank line straight down the middle. i thought: that looks sort of like a blood vessel went kerpow, or something. i'd just been working out, and definitely hit that area. no pain, not even much other than what you'd feel from having a bruise, and i have to actually pay attention and move around to get any complaint out of it. i'm probably fine but, still. do i have an infarction? probably not, but i do have a relative that's a doctor. so let's just snap a photo have you ever tried taking a sharp photo of your inner-arm while holding a smartphone with your non-dominant hand? it's impossible. i tap to focus on an area, then try to hold it steady on that area, but, no, i've moved, so it resets the focus zone and on and on earlier i'd tried to take a photo of my smoke detector fiasco, and, there, the camera function was adequate, barely. terrible blur from trying to tap using a touchscreen versus a dedicated focus button. but, still, good enough then i try to transfer it to my PC for upload and zilty consumption, only to find the app i used for samba transfer has been "updated" and there is no "copy" as in "copy/paste" just "copy to" and when i tap "copy to" it just brings up a retarded dialog with local photos on my phone. they've gradually made the app shittier over the last few years, trying to convince people to upgrade to "pro" and i suspect they've quietly removed the only functionality i actually use their shitty app for fuck you. i uninstall it. i go to imgur, but imgur is all "you're on a phone, install the app to upload" fuck you. i spend ten minutes, write up a custom php script to just upload files to one of my web servers, and then use that to upload the photo from my phone |
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i figured i could just re-use this solution to upload my bicep infarction, but, no, the cameraphone is unusable for this job. i bust out my canon powershot, with a brand-new memory card, because the old one stopped working. i take proper photos of my arm then i go to upload it to the computer, and my card reader is being a shit. after a few tries, i pop the memory card back into the camera and it's all "card error" again -- great. my last card clearly got fucked by this reader, and now there's twenty down the drain, probably, on a new one that never even got me photos once at this point, i am mad. i need a hammer. i found one, and promptly beat the shit out of the card reader. i might die from a blood clot tonight, but, hell, this world is fucking annoying anyways. i put money into getting a new memory card and other infrastructure breaks it. phones are quite expensive and routinely refuse to cooperate unless you give them a social security number. taking proper photos with a touchscreen as a trigger is absolute shit |
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life continues along these lines. i have been trying to work out more; eat better. i've been making up batches of stir fry on the weekend to sustain me during the week. the oils help; i feel less creaky. a pound of chicken, a thing of tofu, three peppers, half an onion, a formula of spices and sauces. i go to hole fewds because they dice the chicken up and i hate dicing the chicken up. i ask for a pound, diced, and the guy is suspiciously quick. some black 40s guy with squareish glasses. "oh, i wanted it diced up," unsure he'd heard me. "oh, it is, he said" motherfucker. it's cut into four pieces, maybe, and it's full of bits of bone, and i find this as i throw it into a wok. i should have listened to my doubt and inspected it first. i had to throw about 2/3 of it out, sizzing hot from the wok, because it was such shit. when you say, yes, i'd like a pound of the boneless, you don't expect this crap. my nightmare is going back to hole fewds and having him attempt to help me at the counter again. he'll say, "how can i help you," and i'll say "i'm sorry, i'd rather wait for someone else" and then he'd sue me because he's black and i'm white |
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yeah, there are bits of bone in my stir fry. i might have to throw the whole batch out. lots of money and time down the drain. i hope that piece of shit at the chicken station gets anal cancer |
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took another bite of chicken and had to spit it out because of bone so fucking demotivating. it's hard to amp myself up to bother with this shit and now it's ruined |
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yeah i just threw it all out there goes trying to eat better and save money this week |
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i know it's childish but it's hard not to be angry and all "fuck it why do i try" after a steady string of being repeatedly fucked over |
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i feel like i should call the place and complain but how far? what's my angle? should i demand his job? right now, i'm pissed enough that i would settle for nothing less but that's perhaps too harsh or not, given that i'm out like $35 another $10 of gas, and five hours of time trying to sort out a batch of food for the week that i then have to throw into the garbage, spend 25min cleaning up the mess from the food i will not get to eat, have my whole place smelling like sesame oil reminding me i have no stir fry for the week for the next day or three until it clears out. spending way too much paying city prices for lunches with too many calories. seriously, fml |
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if i could email you some stirfry i would do so man |
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