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[LightningPoodle]

Well, I know what I'm doing at midnight tonight. Picking up Batman.

 

...

 

...I have no life...

[LightningPoodle]

I just realised, I start most of my posts with "Well, ..."

[FemShem]

Erm... okay. But having fluffy jellybeans sounds wonderful!

 

They are fab.  The vet bills for my neighbor's rescue (his daughter turns out to be allergic to cats) cat, and deworming entire household of animals and kittens for the second round (bad vet missed the microscopic ones the first round) is tiresome.

I've only had rescues, so never really been around kittens.  Darn cute and crazy as hell.

Can't help but love them.  They probably would have been boned being born to a feral in this neighborhood.  Now they are just spoiled, but more expensive than my gaming habit...probably more fun too (I've got too many saved games to owe up to that).

[Beren Von Ostwick]

Well, I know what I'm doing at midnight tonight. Picking up Batman.

 

...

 

...I have no life...

 

*bap*  Dag nabbit poodle, that was supposed to be LAST Tuesday and a 3:33am, not midnight.

 

(may not make sense if you never browse imgur)

[LightningPoodle]

*bap*  Dag nabbit poodle, that was supposed to be LAST Tuesday and a 3:33am, not midnight.

 

(may not make sense if you never browse imgur)

 

Say wha...?

 

[Lady Luminous]

They are fab.  The vet bills for my neighbor's rescue (his daughter turns out to be allergic to cats) cat, and deworming entire household of animals and kittens for the second round (bad vet missed the microscopic ones the first round) is tiresome.

I've only had rescues, so never really been around kittens.  Darn cute and crazy as hell.

Can't help but love them.  They probably would have been boned being born to a feral in this neighborhood.  Now they are just spoiled, but more expensive than my gaming habit...probably more fun too (I've got too many saved games to owe up to that).

 

My family has always had rescue puppies, so I know what you mean. 

 

Loveable, psycho furballs. But they're snuggly and happy-making.

[Lady Luminous]

Well, I know what I'm doing at midnight tonight. Picking up Batman.

 

...

 

...I have no life...

 

You could always pick up a sport or an outdoors hobby. Join a club maybe?

[FemShem]

I just realised, I start most of my posts with "Well, ..."

But it's who you are...well you and old Ronald R superstar.

[LightningPoodle]

You could always pick up a sport or an outdoors hobby. Join a club maybe?

 

Socialising of my own free will?

 

 

Jokes, of course.

 

I should really get out more. Problem is, I prefer to do things alone. Always have. Most likely always will. Doing things with other people, that are strangers to me, in the same space and at the same time does not interest me. And it doesn't help that I am like my mother in that, if a person does not benefit me in anyway that I see as worthwhile, then I make no interest to get to know them further. - This does not include people I meet online, such as you people. Just out in the world. People that I know face to face.

[FemShem]

Off to Thedas.  I'll have to drink for my Inquisitor as well since she can't go up to the bar and drink in this game...it's hard drinking for two.

*Salutes*.

TY DQ.  SNAFU in Thedas, let you know if anything changes.

[FemShem]

Socialising of my own free will?

 

 

Jokes, of course.

 

I should really get out more. Problem is, I prefer to do things alone. Always have. Most likely always will. Doing things with other people, that are strangers to me, in the same space and at the same time does not interest me. And it doesn't help that I am like my mother in that, if a person does not benefit me in anyway that I see as worthwhile, then I make no interest to get to know them further. - This does not include people I meet online, such as you people. Just out in the world. People that I know face to face.

Live in NYC.  Whole city is 8 million peeps full of that.  Almost all my NYC friends I met in other states or were friends of friends in the 7 years I lived there.  Just never could get used to it getting dark at 4:30 PM in winter...shudder.

[LightningPoodle]

It's actually very sad. I miss out on so much, such as the wonderful encounters, the amazing possibilities, the interesting people... I'm hoping one day it will change, I will change, and that I no longer limit the type of people I choose to interact with. But, at the base of it, that means I have to make that change.

[Beren Von Ostwick]

I have a sad pet story.  Spoilered in case you just want to pass by sad story.

 

Spoiler

Both of my cats are shelter adoptions, but one that endeared herself to me so quickly was a frantic outdoor rescue.  I was going home from work late one night and stopped at the local convenience story and a very frail, skinny, desperate cat immediately came up to me before I could even make it indoors.  She had no fear of humans, and was in fact being incredibly affectionate but also obviously wasn't just lost for the night.  Matted hair, etc, she'd obviously been abandoned.

 

Well I couldn't leave her there, so I took her home and cleaned her up.  Even though I already had two cats and a dog, I pretty much immediately decided she was  going to be #4 and named her Helga.  Dropped her off at vet the next day for exam, bloodwork, shots, etc.  Picked her up after work and got the bad news... heartworm.  She'd survived it, but had lung and heart scarring and would always be at risk from dying from some scarring breaking off or something and clogging her lungs or heart??   Vet estimated she was around 5 years old.

 

So anyway, much to the irritation of my oldest cat, Helga quickly decided that her rightful position was lying on my chest when I laid down and watched tv.  She'd lay there and bite at my beard, tugging on it.  Soooo friggin' adorable. 

 

Fast forward five months and I wake up one morning to find her laying on the bathroom floor struggling to breath.  I fly her to the vet's and they stabilize her, but the vet says she probably won't survive the night.  Some scarring had broken away and lodged him her lung, causing fluid build up.  They had her in a little 100% oxygen cage and she looked so scared in there, but I told the vet to keep her in there overnight in hopes she might pull through this.  She died overnight at the vet, alone and scared.  That's five years on now and I still feel horribly guilty for letting her die alone.

 

*Beren just drinks*

[Lady Luminous]

It's actually very sad. I miss out on so much, such as the wonderful encounters, the amazing possibilities, the interesting people... I'm hoping one day it will change, I will change, and that I no longer limit the type of people I choose to interact with. But, at the base of it, that means I have to make that change.

So what's stopping you other than your own free will?

At some point you have to want the change, despite the fear or anxiety. I'm not judging or lecturing, just asking an honest question.

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

Socialising of my own free will?

 

-snip-

 

Jokes, of course.

 

I should really get out more. Problem is, I prefer to do things alone. Always have. Most likely always will. Doing things with other people, that are strangers to me, in the same space and at the same time does not interest me. And it doesn't help that I am like my mother in that, if a person does not benefit me in anyway that I see as worthwhile, then I make no interest to get to know them further. - This does not include people I meet online, such as you people. Just out in the world. People that I know face to face.

That sounds SOOO much like me, even the mother thing. Besides my inner circle of lifelong friends I'm not interested in other people (most of the time). I've spent 4 years in college and all the people I've met and been with feel just like classmates, not a single "real" friend. However with online friends it's completely different, maybe because of shared interests 

 

I have a sad pet story.  Spoilered in case you just want to pass by sad story.

 

Spoiler

Both of my cats are shelter adoptions, but one that endeared herself to me so quickly was a frantic outdoor rescue.  I was going home from work late one night and stopped at the local convenience story and a very frail, skinny, desperate cat immediately came up to me before I could even make it indoors.  She had no fear of humans, and was in fact being incredibly affectionate but also obviously wasn't just lost for the night.  Matted hair, etc, she'd obviously been abandoned.

 

Well I couldn't leave her there, so I took her home and cleaned her up.  Even though I already had two cats and a dog, I pretty much immediately decided she was  going to be #4 and named her Helga.  Dropped her off at vet the next day for exam, bloodwork, shots, etc.  Picked her up after work and got the bad news... heartworm.  She'd survived it, but had lung and heart scarring and would always be at risk from dying from some scarring breaking off or something and clogging her lungs or heart??   Vet estimated she was around 5 years old.

 

So anyway, much to the irritation of my oldest cat, Helga quickly decided that her rightful position was lying on my chest when I laid down and watched tv.  She'd lay there and bite at my beard, tugging on it.  Soooo friggin' adorable. 

 

Fast forward five months and I wake up one morning to find her laying on the bathroom floor struggling to breath.  I fly her to the vet's and they stabilize her, but the vet says she probably won't survive the night.  Some scarring had broken away and lodged him her lung, causing fluid build up.  They had her in a little 100% oxygen cage and she looked so scared in there, but I told the vet to keep her in there overnight in hopes she might pull through this.  She died overnight at the vet, alone and scared.  That's five years on now and I still feel horribly guilty for letting her die alone.

 

*Beren just drinks*

Sorry to hear that, Beren. Fudge, I shouldn't have read that while listening to Two Steps From Hell

[Beren Von Ostwick]

Eh, sorry Miss T.  I shouldn't have shared that, but couldn't stop thinking about it with the mentions of rescues. 

 

Let us move on to happy things, like HAPPY SEX TIME WITH MORINTH!

 

 

*Critical Mission Failure*

[LightningPoodle]

So what's stopping you other than your own free will?

At some point you have to want the change, despite the fear or anxiety. I'm not judging or lecturing, just asking an honest question.

 

I don't really know to be perfectly honest. I want it, but I don't have the drive to do it. It's not that I am afraid to do it. Starting a relationship is another hurdle all of its own. I just don't know. Here's hoping though that one day, maybe after I have explored myself a little more, I'll be open to exploring other people too.

 

I have a sad pet story.  Spoilered in case you just want to pass by sad story.

 

Spoiler

Both of my cats are shelter adoptions, but one that endeared herself to me so quickly was a frantic outdoor rescue.  I was going home from work late one night and stopped at the local convenience story and a very frail, skinny, desperate cat immediately came up to me before I could even make it indoors.  She had no fear of humans, and was in fact being incredibly affectionate but also obviously wasn't just lost for the night.  Matted hair, etc, she'd obviously been abandoned.

 

Well I couldn't leave her there, so I took her home and cleaned her up.  Even though I already had two cats and a dog, I pretty much immediately decided she was  going to be #4 and named her Helga.  Dropped her off at vet the next day for exam, bloodwork, shots, etc.  Picked her up after work and got the bad news... heartworm.  She'd survived it, but had lung and heart scarring and would always be at risk from dying from some scarring breaking off or something and clogging her lungs or heart??   Vet estimated she was around 5 years old.

 

So anyway, much to the irritation of my oldest cat, Helga quickly decided that her rightful position was lying on my chest when I laid down and watched tv.  She'd lay there and bite at my beard, tugging on it.  Soooo friggin' adorable. 

 

Fast forward five months and I wake up one morning to find her laying on the bathroom floor struggling to breath.  I fly her to the vet's and they stabilize her, but the vet says she probably won't survive the night.  Some scarring had broken away and lodged him her lung, causing fluid build up.  They had her in a little 100% oxygen cage and she looked so scared in there, but I told the vet to keep her in there overnight in hopes she might pull through this.  She died overnight at the vet, alone and scared.  That's five years on now and I still feel horribly guilty for letting her die alone.

 

*Beren just drinks*

 

*wipes real tears away*

 

I don't know what to say man.

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

Eh, sorry Miss T.  I shouldn't have shared that, but couldn't stop thinking about it with the mentions of rescues. (1)

 

Let us move on to happy things, like HAPPY SEX TIME WITH MORINTH! (2)

 

-snip-

 

*Critical Mission Failure*

1)Oh, don't worry it's just I'm a bit too emotional lately.

2)Best.Ending.Ever

[MoonblaDAI]

It's actually very sad. I miss out on so much, such as the wonderful encounters, the amazing possibilities, the interesting people... I'm hoping one day it will change, I will change, and that I no longer limit the type of people I choose to interact with. But, at the base of it, that means I have to make that change.

 

You're not alone on this..don't feel sad

 

https://www.psycholo...cs/introversion

 

I'm a lot like that, it was a relief for me understanding that I'm an introvert, that there was nothing wrong with me (before knowing it in depth it stressed me a lot because I believed I was schizophrenic or something along these lines)

[LightningPoodle]

You're not alone on this..don't feel sad

 

https://www.psycholo...cs/introversion

 

I'm a lot like that, it was a relief for me understanding that I'm an introvert, that there was nothing wrong with me (before knowing it in depth it stressed me a lot because I believed I was schizophrenic or something along these lines)

 

It doesn't help when your parent is actually schizophrenic though.

 

But, knowing that being like that is a thing, it does help.

[the Dame]

It's actually very sad. I miss out on so much, such as the wonderful encounters, the amazing possibilities, the interesting people... I'm hoping one day it will change, I will change, and that I no longer limit the type of people I choose to interact with. But, at the base of it, that means I have to make that change.

 

Yes, you are really missing out a lot.

But unfortunately nothing can change you. You'll just change then you'll be fed up and decide to change. Or you'll never change.

I know it somewhat myself.

I miss a lot, because I shut out people who want to be part of my life. 

Now and when, I turn around and understand just how much wonderful people I never really cared to know because I was too... armored against possibility to be hurt.

 

So this, Lightning, if you feel you are missing out, try to "correct" it, but take it slowly and don't force yourself. / nagging

 

PS my native language is more direct compared to English, so it can sound rude, but it is not my intention in this post.

 

I have a sad pet story.  Spoilered in case you just want to pass by sad story.

 

Spoiler

Both of my cats are shelter adoptions, but one that endeared herself to me so quickly was a frantic outdoor rescue.  I was going home from work late one night and stopped at the local convenience story and a very frail, skinny, desperate cat immediately came up to me before I could even make it indoors.  She had no fear of humans, and was in fact being incredibly affectionate but also obviously wasn't just lost for the night.  Matted hair, etc, she'd obviously been abandoned.

 

Well I couldn't leave her there, so I took her home and cleaned her up.  Even though I already had two cats and a dog, I pretty much immediately decided she was  going to be #4 and named her Helga.  Dropped her off at vet the next day for exam, bloodwork, shots, etc.  Picked her up after work and got the bad news... heartworm.  She'd survived it, but had lung and heart scarring and would always be at risk from dying from some scarring breaking off or something and clogging her lungs or heart??   Vet estimated she was around 5 years old.

 

So anyway, much to the irritation of my oldest cat, Helga quickly decided that her rightful position was lying on my chest when I laid down and watched tv.  She'd lay there and bite at my beard, tugging on it.  Soooo friggin' adorable. 

 

Fast forward five months and I wake up one morning to find her laying on the bathroom floor struggling to breath.  I fly her to the vet's and they stabilize her, but the vet says she probably won't survive the night.  Some scarring had broken away and lodged him her lung, causing fluid build up.  They had her in a little 100% oxygen cage and she looked so scared in there, but I told the vet to keep her in there overnight in hopes she might pull through this.  She died overnight at the vet, alone and scared.  That's five years on now and I still feel horribly guilty for letting her die alone.

 

*Beren just drinks*

 

Oh, Beren..

 

So what's stopping you other than your own free will?

At some point you have to want the change, despite the fear or anxiety. I'm not judging or lecturing, just asking an honest question.

 

This.^

 

OK, DQ, I out with my nagging and monday-melancholy.

Keep on fire, I've like to return to this cozy place.

[LightningPoodle]

 

Yes, you are really missing out a lot.

But unfortunately nothing can change you. You'll just change then you'll be fed up and decide to change. Or you'll never change.

I know it somewhat myself.

I miss a lot, because I shut out people who want to be part of my life. 

Now and when, I turn around and understand just how much wonderful people I never really cared to know because I was too... armored against possibility to be hurt.

 

So this, Lightning, if you feel you are missing out, try to "correct" it, but take it slowly and don't force yourself. / nagging

 

PS my native language is more direct compared to English, so it can sound rude, but it is not my intention in this post.

 

-snip-

 

I have to say, I prefer the direct approach. Tell it to me straight and don't dart around the issue. So don't worry, to me, you didn't sound rude in the slightest. 

[Rel Fexive]

Just to get in on this before I go any further...

 

Hey Donk, did you see my progress in The Witcher?  I'm getting the hang of the control mechanics finally and have proceeded out of the fort to some city and I need to save some lady from some hell hounds.  Saved there last night. 

 

Looks like I'll be playing #1 all the way through after all.  Pretty glad, truth be told.  I'd hate to miss out on content that may help things in later games make sense.

Oh yeah, I'm enjoying it.  The one thing I don't really like (beyond the controls, which as I said I -am- getting used to though) is Geralt's voice.  It's just kinda boringly grating, but it's not making the game itself unenjoyable.  I mean, come on, they might as well have gotten Al Gore to voice him.

 

And yes, that is when I gave her the potion.  She perked right up and wanted to have some fun.  Having amnesia and all, I just figured that was the customary way of saying thank you.  Yeah...

Yeah. The voice acting in the first game is pretty crappy. I guess it is kinda fitting for Geralt though cause Witchers aren't supposed to have emotions and all that jazz.

On the bright side it improves immensely in 3. He's even got a smart arse personality and sense of humour. Didn't much care for the bloke before but now I love him!

I'd recommend getting into the books too. You can get them for kindle off of Amazon, translated and all. There is The Last Wish, Blood of Elves, Time of Contempt and Baptism of Fire. They're excellent reads if you love your fantasy.

And if you wanna get right into the lore there is World of the Witcher which has info on all the monsters, history of the world it's set in, the witcher order and Geralt's back story.

 

Having read The Last Wish it's a great primer for the first game, in many ways.

 

I'm enjoying it but yeah, Geralt's a bit over-gravelly in the main.  He's better in a few places.

 

Does anyone know if the voice work is any better in the second game?

[LightningPoodle]

Just to get in on this before I go any further...

 

 

Having read The Last Wish it's a great primer for the first game, in many ways.

 

I'm enjoying it but yeah, Geralt's a bit over-gravelly in the main.  He's better in a few places.

 

Does anyone know if the voice work is any better in the second game?

 

I haven't played the first one, but I have played the second. It sounds alright. I didn't notice anything wrong with it.

[the Dame]

I have to say, I prefer the direct approach. Tell it to me straight and don't dart around the issue. So don't worry, to me, you didn't sound rude in the slightest. 

Because you are Russian, my friend
And hey! I can be subtle when I want to.

Good night, DQ ! It's a torture writing here using phone.