The Gaming Den

Reaper was the website I was on, actually.

I like Nella Cailen and would use that if I ever played a female character, and the wraith is one I literally placed an order for yesterday evening to represent my phantom similar to one I placed an order for yesterday to represent my phantom (pathfinder spiritualist. Yes, I have shit taste. So does my taint).

My PC is at the repair place. So far it just looks like needing to replace the power supply, so they'll have to order a modular one in, but they're still doing some testing to make sure there's nothing else wrong - there was one error message about the graphics card on one test but they couldn't replicate it after that, and I'm kind of hoping I don't need to replace the graphics card.

But seriously, it's been four days and already I understand why the majority of human history is full of drinking and violence: without constant computer access it's really fucking boring and you absolutely want to be drunk or in a fight. I still have Hibiki single-malt whisky, but if you hear news reports of a rampage of death valley drivers and heel hooks, you'll know I have succumbed to the void that has previously been filled with computer stuff and opiates.

While it was fear of the prospect of ordering a new PC in meatspace rather than fear of boredom that got me in the habit this is why I usually own more than one internet capable entertainment device at a time.

...is a lot easier for me to say before I see your PC budget than I think it would be after.

So it looks like it's just the power supply, and the PC will be ready to pick up on Monday or Tuesday. So between the diagnostics, the part and the labour cost of getting the new supply installed, it'll be $360 all up. Which is a lot - an idea of my budget is "I don't even have a working phone" - but it's one of the things that has to be done. I have money put aside for when shit like this happens.

Once Again, i come to regret being a tall bastard. 191cm, that's 6,2664 in imperial measurement Feet and Inches.
And a bit of a belly. I weight in at around 130 kilo. That's around 260 pounds in imperial measurement.

It is fucking impossible to get a proper fitting suit and i need my first fucking suit because i have been invited to my first black tie optional happening. The wedding party of one of my longest time buddies actually <.<

And remembering from having gotten my leather coat made custom . . i am NOT spending almost 2000€ for a suit i plan to never wear again damn it!

Where are America's Big & Tall companies when you need one?

Stahlseele wrote:Once Again, i come to regret being a tall bastard. 191cm, that's 6,2664 in imperial measurement Feet and Inches.
And a bit of a belly. I weight in at around 130 kilo. That's around 260 pounds in imperial measurement.

It is fucking impossible to get a proper fitting suit and i need my first fucking suit because i have been invited to my first black tie optional happening. The wedding party of one of my longest time buddies actually <.<

And remembering from having gotten my leather coat made custom . . i am NOT spending almost 2000€ for a suit i plan to never wear again damn it!

In the US, we have Tuxedo rentals, because almost nobody has a reason to own things like that. They aren't tailored for you, but you might find something that fits you well enough for one night. Does Germany have anything similar?

Yes. And today i was in FOUR such places and NONE OF THEM had ANYTHING that would fit me in their portfolio -.-

I used an internet mail order service, the Black Tux. I doubt that they serve Germany, but perhaps there's a European equivalent?

I am checking into that.

Stahlseele wrote:Once Again, i come to regret being a tall bastard. 191cm, that's 6,2664 in imperial measurement Feet and Inches.
And a bit of a belly. I weight in at around 130 kilo. That's around 260 pounds in imperial measurement.

You're sixty-two thousand, six hundred sixty-four feet tall?! Jesus, no wonder you can't find a suit to fit into...

Shrapnel wrote:

Stahlseele wrote:Once Again, i come to regret being a tall bastard. 191cm, that's 6,2664 in imperial measurement Feet and Inches.
And a bit of a belly. I weight in at around 130 kilo. That's around 260 pounds in imperial measurement.

You're sixty-two thousand, six hundred sixty-four feet tall?! Jesus, no wonder you can't find a suit to fit into...

In nonEngland Europe, commas are used for the decimal mark.

Right, i forgot about that also being different . .

I am back, with more power than ever before.

Back? Back from where? Were you gone? I didn't even notice. Does this mean Koumei is revived? Where'd you go? Did you bring me a present? Can I look inside your luggage?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNS4t5UCBfI

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Welcome back, after your absence of *checks* approx 70 hours. Which is a long time to have to read things on paper.

It was only 8 days (with a few quick "access a PC, sign in, call someone a dickhead, sign out" cases) but 8 days basically without PC access is a long time. I had 107 emails to clear through for a start.

Poly relationships are annoying sometimes. My primary and my needleplay partner keep talking about wanting to hook up, but the needleplay partner keeps flaking out every time my primary is available. I'm starting to think that she might not really mean this. Also it's annoying that her boyfriend has expressed interest in me and I haven't been able to "do the ol' horizontal sodomy" with him, if you catch my drift.

I'm starting to think that despite both the boringness of the sex and the lack thereof, mono relationships have their appeal.

Even easier is having no relationship at all, but I can tell you from personal experience it gets REALLLLL lonely after a while...

I'm honestly scared of being single again, last time I went more than a little crazy and that wasn't good for anyone involved, myself included.

Count Arioch the 28th wrote:Poly relationships are annoying sometimes. My primary and my needleplay partner keep talking about wanting to hook up, but the needleplay partner keeps flaking out every time my primary is available. I'm starting to think that she might not really mean this. Also it's annoying that her boyfriend has expressed interest in me and I haven't been able to "do the ol' horizontal sodomy" with him, if you catch my drift.

I'm starting to think that despite both the boringness of the sex and the lack thereof, mono relationships have their appeal.

Far be it from me to cast aspersions on extramarital fucking, but weaving polyamory into your identity or your needs isn't vastly more meritorious than it is with video games. I have spent weeks waking up in different beds every morning and passing occasional coffee-brewing boyfriends on my way out the door, but, fucking hell, I've got other shit to do, man. Houseplants I need to go water. People need to prepare, as Heidegger put it, a "free relationship" with poly; the capacity to interface with it estimable, but if you're less of a person in its absence then you're not a complete person at all.

Installing a favorite person in the same dwelling as you is highly good, I absolutely recommend it, but then you set yourself some personal time and whether the buddies joining you for it are shoving steel rods down your urethra or just going hiking isn't really material to your domestic existence. On the other hand, accumulating GGG credit or kink-face through performative bonding with boyfriends-of-girlfriend is loathsome and predicates the most superficial community imaginable. I can't write off your particular complexes, but from my perspective, the sex doesn't get any better, either. Nobody on the scene is ever as good at it as I am except for whatever ten-year-my-senior, fresh-out-of-decades-long-committed-relationship, burning-hot-to-see-what-she's-been-missing woman that I'm bringing in the first place.

I'm too jaded and too far out of middle school to engage with the purported radicalism of sex geekery. The only holy grail is the functional domestic triad, and trying too hard for it is just going to land you in something deeply artificial, like some kind of post-modern rehash of the unsatisfactory 50's marriage.

Dude, did you just eat a thesaurus and chase it with a bottle of ipecac?

Very close, actually; I eat amphetamines. Much more efficient and produces nearly the same result.

Perhaps I also have preoccupations with Stuff That's Personal, my dude.

Eikre wrote: Far be it from me to cast aspersions on extramarital fucking, but weaving polyamory into your identity or your needs isn't vastly more meritorious than it is with video games. I have spent weeks waking up in different beds every morning and passing occasional coffee-brewing boyfriends on my way out the door, but, fucking hell, I've got other shit to do, man. Houseplants I need to go water. People need to prepare, as Heidegger put it, a "free relationship" with poly; the capacity to interface with it estimable, but if you're less of a person in its absence then you're not a complete person at all.

Installing a favorite person in the same dwelling as you is highly good, I absolutely recommend it, but then you set yourself some personal time and whether the buddies joining you for it are shoving steel rods down your urethra or just going hiking isn't really material to your domestic existence. On the other hand, accumulating GGG credit or kink-face through performative bonding with boyfriends-of-girlfriend is loathsome and predicates the most superficial community imaginable. I can't write off your particular complexes, but from my perspective, the sex doesn't get any better, either. Nobody on the scene is ever as good at it as I am except for whatever ten-year-my-senior, fresh-out-of-decades-long-committed-relationship, burning-hot-to-see-what-she's-been-missing woman that I'm bringing in the first place.

I'm too jaded and too far out of middle school to engage with the purported radicalism of sex geekery. The only holy grail is the functional domestic triad, and trying too hard for it is just going to land you in something deeply artificial, like some kind of post-modern rehash of the unsatisfactory 50's marriage.

I'm just here to brag about being in a functional domestic triad (though my wife is the anchor, I'm basically just close friends with bennies with her partner). It's pretty cool, though I still want a dude in the mix to get some dick and make it so we always have a full group for Catan and Fortnite.

Come at me you amateurs.

Can we talk about the dating scene for poly bi dudes in committed relationships? Grindr is fucking terrible for meeting people who aren't just looking for no-strings sex, OK Cupid appears to be a dead end, and meeting people in real life is hard without coming out and dealing with all that crap. And the poly scene is just cover for swingers/kink 99% of the time (at least in my area).

I'm aware I'm targeting a very specific demographic, but this shit is annoying.