Gaming in a time when us long abused scapegoats have risen with pitchforks in hand. A socialist living in a time of political, racial, and gender McCarthyite witch-hunts that involve no shortage of ideological civil war. An anti-theist in a time of mass-enlightenment via the internet and superstition's initial stages of total structural collapse. In these alone I cannot mark myself a revolutionary but at the same time cannot help but find kinship with those of revolutionary flavor.
Bingo... Bingo... Bingo... Bingo...
yay.
You went to college? Seems like everybody is more productive and ambitious than I am :/
Hmmm? Of course not.
I haven't gone to a community college, that one's just worded shitilly. I'll make a quick half-assed edit of the wording.
Out of curiosity, what do you do for a living?
I sit here.
Then I go to bed.
Then I wake-up about six hours later and go back to sleep for an hour or two unless Wingman's Hangar or RollPlay D&D is going on at 12pm.
Then I sit here, occasionally attempting to convince myself to go out and find a job given that I haven't had one in exactly 2 months because I practically broke my back for **** pay for 8 months.
Then I take a shower, sit here, and eat.
Then I tell myself I'll go to bed by 3am for the next few hours.
Then I go to bed at 5am.
Rinse and repeat.
Such is the life of the local Overloard of Atheism and an Inquisitor of the Glorious PC Master Race.
Ah, so I guess you live with your parent(s) then huh.
Wait a minute...
so the red ones are the markers!? Dear god man, I almost thought you were normal!
*EDIT* I'm not sure why I replied to Dann, as this was directed toward Winston.
Intelligence and ambition are two very different things.
And since was anything worth while normal?
Did I imply some predilection toward normalcy?
Apologies, I was really just concerned for your well-being.
How dare thee bear empathy in my unholy dominion.
Have at ye, sir!