What kind of person are you...?

Post different sort of questions here for people to answer. Ideally a small numebr of options for us to choose from. To get at the kind of person we all are in certain interesting situations. I’ll go first:

Are you the kind of person who:

Goes for the best thing right away

or,

Saves the best thing for last

?

I tend to save the best for last, in most instances. When it’s an option anyway, I will do the tedious tasks first and finally save the preferred task or choice for the end. I think because it gives me something to look forward to as I’m working through the less preferred stuff.

Why is there no b in numero, but the b is silent in numb?

Two kindsa folks. People who ask those kindsa questions^ … and … people who hardly ever clean their damn toilet.

So which one are you?

Don’t lie.

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For a while now, I have gotten into the habit of taking up multiple tasks at the same time… I think the simultaneousity of multitasking gives me the impetus I need to do what would otherwise be unengageable/disinclined to do endeavours.

But I think that pretty-much describes my whole demeanour for the past year now, which means that at least I’m doing things as opposed to having not been for almost a decade… ikr, shocker.

I know myself too well…

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The kind who reaches post limits everywhere he tries to post. That’s what kind.

Most recent update: everything below was resolved minutes ago upon being granted use of the card. But everything below was what had to be done to finally get use of it. I want you to remember that.

This follows from Promcasts recently posted at PN. Or was it here. I can’t even remember.

Being unable to make the grace period deadline for paying the county so they let me drive my road-safe truck because i can’t afford to have the tinting removed (so that i can be seen inside the truck from the sides and not just the front and back windows) at the moment after paying thirty dollars to discover it won’t pass, i spent my last bit on new tires to replace to two flattened ones… and am now without material and tool transport as the truck will be plateless in two days.

Our story picks up here: where i could most use the advantages provided by a credit card to get out of a dire situation, i am unable due to the holder’s irrational and abnormal fears.

I make money so fast (with my truck, that is) that what i would ever owe her on her card at any time i could make in less than eight hours… and i have done this consistently enough that she shouldn’t have this fear. But she does, and it’s not her fault. She’s simply a dummy who a) wants to help anyone as little as possible if she can’t get anything free out of em first, and b) is too afraid and/or too stupid to understand the terms and consequences of letting me use the card.

The very first time i have ever used her card or even needed use of a credit card.

But put my personal story aside for a sec and just imagine how many families are having horrible arguments like this at this very moment, sounding like rabid animals screaming at each other for fear of using a credit card for a measley couple hundred dollars because they’re so broke, etc.

The working class should be ashamed for having to go through this. The capitalist and his crony State sucks them dry and then watches them fight tooth and nail over a dozen eggs or paying a bill.

I’d almost add this to the State’s debt to me; that it makes me have to suffer the mass hysteria induced by the plebian struggle and become an animal in doing so.

Please reflect on how wretched, insidious, and savage even a nobleman like myself becomes when forced to suffer such insolence.

In different words, at no time is Prom financially unable to handle his shit while having starbucks, doing drugs, and eating out provided that:

  1. Self mutilation (two weeks out of work)
  2. Busted back (another week out)
  3. Two flat tires
  4. Unexpected inspection fail

… don’t all happen at the same time.

Furthermore, one would never not have starbucks, do drugs, and eat out because 1-4 might happen. No. We slow down on starbucks and drugs and eating out when reasonable and relatively predictable expenses present themselves; better not buy this because i have a phone bill coming up, etc.

And no selling my crypto at a trump tariff stock crashing loss is out of the question. I would need emergency heart surgery before i did that.

Enough to have an emergency savings account for stuff like this?

“Just be thankful you aren’t starving to death and only have a wife who wants a divorce, a house about to be foreclosed, a son who hates you, and an unemployment check because you can’t find a job”.

This is what has become of the working class consciousness. Satisfied with the crumbs they are allowed, grateful and happy as the dickens they aren’t starving.

You have 15 minutes to post an apology to Patricia Pagano before I send a welfare check to her house in Garner, North Carolina. Additionally, I will report this to the Wake county adult protective services.

Apology better include all the shit you said on the past recordings and all the names you called her, and a commitment to stay out of her fucking house or shut your fucking mouth.

What you are doing is called financial and emotional abuse and you can go to jail for it.

I don’t think your P.O. is gonna wanna know about this.

You do need to lose your shit. And give it to God and let him deal with it. And stay away from your mom until that happens.

At the conclusion of a brief conversation about how bad my luck is, the cat lady speculates that this is karmic retribution for treating her badly.

What is happening to him may be deserved, and if it’s for treating me badly, perhaps i should not want to help him and let him suffer instead.

I understand now the influence Uranus has on my attitude. I feel as though every human i come in contact with has been infected, and the whole system is sick. Mad zombies that want to eat each other because the price of eggs has skyrocketed, and during the fight over a credit card, they end up eating each for fear of having to pay interest on the eggs.

To an aquarian five stellium, all this is primitive insanity and he is offended by having to be company to it.

Itchy. Go fuck yourself.

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welfare check it is.

Nice work. Posting the cat lady’s name might even assist the hackers that have stolen from her account and routinely crash her computer.

Now they can come roll the house after looking me up and hack the cat lady’s computer.

What’s so weird is the one most paranoid of forum conspiracy is the one who posts peoples names in the threads.

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You have recorded yourself doing this. This is not a conspiracy theory.

Look at that, though! This useless shitstack will call the cops on you if you don’t… ‘apologize’… to someone!

Uh oh. This is verbal abuse of the elderly. Don’t call a woman who can’t set an alarm clock or figure out how to unlock her door when riding passenger an imbecile. And just because she has collected nine grocery bags of cat shit and keeps them in the house and bathes maybe once every week and a half doesn’t mean she’s gross and unsanitary. One more mean comment to this disgusting slob who has blackmailed you into wiping her ass when she’s ninety or you can’t sell the house that was handed to her for free but then given to a bank in exchange for an unnecessary reverse mortage she took because she’s a moron, I’m reporting you to the State.

The officer didn’t even bother asking you about you threatening her regarding her credit card. Are you gonna leave her alone?

You don’t even pay rent. How are you helping her?

Every possible way you could help her, you bitch about instead. That’s not helping.

Constant verbal abuse is not helping. Constantly threatening her financially is not helping.

You’re the one who got yourself into a financial mess. It’s not her mess.

Leave her alone you mooch.

If you’re gonna send a welfare check, send it to someone who needs it… not an arrogant cat lady who blew over one hundred thousand dollars on what she didn’t need and who also reveives both an IBM pension and social security check. Send the welfare check to someone who doesn’t buy brand name cat food that costs more than an Angus Barn steak.

Oh wait, you meant ‘checking her welfare’ by sending the cops. Here’s how that turned out: Vocaroo | Online voice recorder

Oh and thanks for getting two patrol cars parked in front of the sex offender’s house for all the neighbors to see.

Promcast #842, the POleece is faced with the dilemma of enforcing the rules of an ineffective and unconstitutional sex offender registry, abridged version: Vocaroo | Online voice recorder

Go take a nap, Itchy. I think you’ve had enough for one night.

‘Course.

G’nite.