Spent the better part of the day fixing something. Which is fine. Shit happens. But I have no one but myself to blame for the shit being broken. I'm not interested in giving myself any lenience, or satisfaction in a job well done. So now it's broken in a different way, so in the future, after I eat this sandwich, I have something else to fix.
okayyyt BUT u haev lik a soupercomputer in ur head where a regular human brain shld be so I think if anyone could think their wayt into infinite airtight justifications for litterals everythin it d be U!!!!!!! which. is cool n all butttt also kinda bs n the facts of the matter r that u shld treat urself (dirkyjerky) wit hthe same kindness u wld a friend (LIEK MEEEEEEE) imagine if u looked at me n said ‘fuck ur effort… not enough… ur not even allowed to feel stusfaction for ur hard work roxy’
I understand you now. You're making the critical mistake of assuming I'd extend the same standards of workmanship to you that I extend to myself. Which is a pretty fucked up proposition, Rox, I mean, come on. Imagine me standing over your shoulder while you're working on some new contraption, tapping my wristwatch, and telling you your productivity has fallen. Rox Lalonde, you aren't meeting your quotas or providing those damnable TPS reports. I'd be a real grade-A shitheel. I'm talking 1990s Mr. McMahon of Steve Austin Rivalry fame. The sort of guy who gets escorted out of a children's charity fundraiser for asking whether the sick kids have considered simply getting better and asks for a refund when they're healed. Besides, I happen to like you quite a bit more than I like the guy responsible for my woes. You don't give me those. He priority ships them to me. You might even say I'm biased in your favor. A gross miscarriage of impartial judgment, sure. Anyway. Sandwich was good. The defendant has been sentenced to another three hours in the workshop. No possibility of parole.
omfg one of these days striguy… one of em imm gonna tie u to a chair n MAKE u relax coz my hair is turingn grey just THONKING abt the amount of stress ur under
Woah, Rox. That is a pretty radical solution to a mundane issue. Although, I gotta say there's something compelling about being forcibly relieved of all responsibility for a couple hours. You've found a loophole in the system. Can't be held accountable for my own productivity if I'm a hostage. You've got a deal if I choose what we watch during it.
ok but if its smth not fun and very briany liek how its made or a doc abt some dead guy im gonna hit u w hammers til that supercumputer breaks bc THE POINT OF RELAXIN IS TURNING OFF UR BRIAN!!!!! BABY NEEDS HIS COCOMELON
Cocomelon? Jesus Christ, Rox. You're gonna strap me down, prop my eyelids open Clockwork Orange style, and subject me to an endless procession of singing infants until the last vestiges of independent thought dribble out my ears? Some real MKUltra shit you're pitching here. Fine. Counteroffer. We watch a movie about a talking dog who plays basketball. Air Bud. Final offer. Take it or leave it.
DOG MOVIE!!!!?!!!!1!!??// YE FUCJ YES DOG MOVIE!!!!!!1!! IMAGIEN ME SLAMMIN MY HAND DOWN ONNA BIG RED BUTTON THATS LIKE A NO BUZZER BUT INSTEAD OF NO IT MEANS YES BECASE I WANNA WATCH AIRBUD W U IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO!!!!!1!!
Holy shit. Alright, Rox, I'm gonna need you to dial back that enthusiasm by at least three notches before you put your first through your own metaphorical big red button. We've got a deal. One feature-length exploration of the legal loopholes governing canine participation in competitive basketball, accompanied by whatever assortment of snacks you deem appropriate for the occasion. Just so we're clear, though. I am reserving the right to provide commentary. You can't put a guy in front of this kind of movie and expect him to sit there slack-jawed like a lobotomized popcorn receptacle. Besides, I'm pretty sure there's nothing in the rules that says I can't talk during the dog movie either. Checkmate, Rox. That's a reference to the movie, by the way.
okAY KAY IM bein normal n nonthreatening to buzzers i swear YU WON!! U WON!!! U WHITTLED DOWN A FORCED MENTAL DETOX VIA BABYSLOP TO A MEDIUM-BAD CHEESEFEST W A DOG!! will u allow urself to feel accomplished in THAT at least?? :p
Yeah, I think I can afford myself a little pat on the back for that one. Negotiated my way out of a state-sponsored lobotomy and into a perfectly respectable screening of Air Bud. That's a pretty significant improvement in my material conditions, Rox. The sort of diplomatic victory Kissinger would've committed several internationally recognized atrocities to secure. Although, let's not get ahead of ourselves here. You're still planning to tie me to a chair, and I'm still voluntarily agreeing to it. I think that says something pretty damning about the mental faculties of both parties involved. But sure. I'm accomplished. I'm proud. I've earned a gold star.