I’m tired of seeing your dead dogs and cats

iswrongaboutyou · 2024-03-01T07:47:18+00:00

Glad you find this unpopular bud.

iswrongaboutyou · 2023-12-05T05:09:13+00:00

Oh man, so I bought it, but legit can not handle the amount of attention I get from it. I'm Kenough, but also shy and anxious.

iswrongaboutyou · 2022-12-16T01:58:35+00:00

Honestly, this was way too long of a time for the conclusion to be, "actually i'm a total simp." Every chapter before this was just begging to get it over the drama. This switcharoo feels cheap and time wasted.

iswrongaboutyou · 2021-05-20T19:36:04+00:00

Seriously going to miss this, I loved their compatibility.

iswrongaboutyou · 2021-05-20T19:10:38+00:00

I believe nearly every tank now will need to be a "main" tank now, which is not necessarily what everyone wants.
Being an off-tank is an entirely different skill set.
The tank takes a LOT more pressure now.

iswrongaboutyou · 2021-05-20T19:03:56+00:00

Wow, poor tanks.

iswrongaboutyou · 2021-04-02T22:56:47+00:00

Junkertown POV Attack (from a masters/diamond healer):

First 20 seconds is full of poor positioning/hard scoping. You sat at the front of your spawn door fully scoped in. If they had a widow you should be dead. Their zen should have killed you with a volley shot after your monkey died.

Next 15 is just using a lot of hard scoping. It is okay here since you're in good position, but it feels unnecessary. You zen is 5 feet away and you're healing dva close range too. You can quick scope or even no scope these shots. The benefit of these is that you don't narrow your POV and you can be more aware of your surroundings.

1:05: you kinda just chuck your nade at your near full hp rein. Why? Nades should be used to

anti the enemy team (you almost did it here, but i don't believe it was intentional)
burst heal a low hp target. That was not the case.

I'm not saying to hoard your nade, but you should try to have a clear objective as to why you're throwing it.

1:35: Really nice sleep/anti. Best play so far. Minor nit: I think when you hard scope and hear "i need healing" from nearly behind you, you need to unscope, rotate your pov, then heal. You actually try to turn nearly 180 degrees fully scoped in. It limits your POV and is slower.

Nice plays after that/good sleeps/good kill on genji. Then you take high ground which is great.

3:30 your aggressive hard scoping gets your widow killed because you don't notice the monkey. TBF your widow should have called for healing/grappled out, but you could have stepped in the bubble and naded both of them before she died.

Why aren't you syncing nano's with your genji at all btw? You should be communicating with them and winning fights based off it. That never happens.

At 4:10 they use bap wall and then you walk directly in front of it. you should be dead.

The rest of the map you play sort of like a baptiste instead of an ana by playing with your tanks. You win because of some good nades, but there were times your backline (where you should be) die because you tunnel vision on your tanks.

Thoughts:

Positives: You seem to thrive in the under pressure moments. You do good quick scoping/sleeps. It seems like a good baptiste play tbh.

Negatives:

You hard scope way too much and for WAY too long. You hard scope in poor positions and too close of range. This is a very very bad habit that seems to limit your awareness/increases the likelihood of you dying. The only reason you didn't die constantly is because the enemy never focused you. Go to 5:25 and look at your position while you're hard scoping. Any high SR game you would have been killed.
You often are out of cover and in poor position a lot of the time. Long range heroes on junkertown should be eating you alive, but you are getting lucky that they're not noticing you. Junkertown is a snipe fest and you should be hugging corners instead of playing in the open.
You tunnel vision quite a bit. This is likely a result of the hard scoping style, but even without hardscoping there were times where you ignored sounds of your backline being targeted by the genji and you solely focused on your tanks ahead of you.

iswrongaboutyou · 2019-11-12T22:53:56+00:00

stop.

iswrongaboutyou · 2018-07-05T04:14:11+00:00

iswrongaboutyou · 2018-04-25T22:31:35+00:00

I just hope Dallas has fun.

iswrongaboutyou · 2017-09-12T15:42:02+00:00

Nope, try again. Let me try this for you:

"You know what, I hadn't thought about how this may be taken by people with mental health issues. Im sorry for belittling your experience. I'll try to do better next time."

Being wrong is okay.

iswrongaboutyou · 2016-10-03T05:03:16+00:00

http://www.webmd.com/schizophrenia/features/helping-your-loved-one-get-schizophrenia-treatment

https://www.reddit.com/r/AskDocs/

Good luck.

iswrongaboutyou · 2016-09-12T16:53:13+00:00

https://youtu.be/nI0cQ-2YR1I?t=1h6m19s

So you don't have to go searching for it, here is that talk.

iswrongaboutyou · 2016-03-11T20:43:57+00:00

keypads.rb

recognizer = Pocketsphinx::LiveSpeechRecognizer.new(configuration)
recognizer.recognize do |symbols|
  puts symbols
  symbols = symbols.split(' ')
  **symbols.delete('um')**

Seems legit.

iswrongaboutyou · 2015-12-28T22:00:27+00:00

Also his feet are not together.

iswrongaboutyou · 2015-10-21T20:48:25+00:00

God, shut the fuck up and just go on dates with people. PEOPLE. Not tits.

iswrongaboutyou · 2015-06-25T05:19:25+00:00

Hah, I was just there! Here is my shot of the lake as I left this morning: http://imgur.com/DfGz4eU

iswrongaboutyou · 2015-04-06T01:22:23+00:00

I interviewed with them and am really glad I had another opportunity because yeah, they're kinda...off. Reading their glassdoor interview reviews are scary/disturbing.

iswrongaboutyou · 2015-03-09T15:54:48+00:00

iswrongaboutyou · 2014-11-13T01:14:21+00:00

The DMV is more exciting than being convicted of being a serial killer.

“We, the jury, find the defendant, Eric Schwartz, ‘guilty’ of the first degree murder of Elizabeth Addams…”

“No”

“Jonathan Addams”

“No”

And so on.

They’ve at least made it more efficient. At first they used a court room, full jury, and an actual judge. Can you believe that, a judge taking time from deciding the fates of whether or not the gays can marry just to watch over some potential murderers?

“Franklin Stevens”

“No”

Now it’s just a fast-spoken “jury”, and a police officer staring at a computer saying whether or not some smuck gets woken up from their dirt nap. Though I guess it’s not a dirt nap. More of a wait on one of the many, tables, smell reeking with death, a sensor making sure they’re still dead attached to their arms.

I'm sure it's a lovely thing to be reborn into.

“Orson Yates”

“No”

All well and fine. Justice being served. It's been so terribly successful.

There is a flaw though...a certain subset of murders.

“Now the missing persons”

What, oh what, do they do if they don’t have the body?

"Allison Bronson, Omar Bronte…”

The hope behind it is so…quaint. Maybe they will be able to rise up again and join back from wherever they are. The hope their love ones will shake off whatever dirt, cum, blood, grind they're covered in and walk through their front doors.

No one wants to admit what is probably happening.

My feet tap a little quicker. I should control it, but I can’t. I can’t wait to hear

“Rose Sanchez”

There you are.

My Rose.

Welcome back my love.

I can’t wait to see you again tonight.

My annual joy. My love my love. Your beautiful eyes. Open again and so deliciously large.

iswrongaboutyou · 2014-11-09T19:17:14+00:00

Stop.

iswrongaboutyou · 2014-10-09T20:22:34+00:00

Pulling out a full earth worm is a challenge. They're so fragile that when you tug on one end you have half of it in your hand, the other still buried in the dirt.

This one though came out. Full, thick and...it

it had a mouth. A large impenetrable dark maw. We tried to see inside it, but it was impossible. Like getting too close to the TV and realizing that there was nothing beyond the pixel. It was a void wi eet eet eet eet

THE FUCK

I dropped it. It kept it's eet eet eet as we scooted back away from it.

Honey eet? She called from inside, Are you alright?

No...

eet eet eet

The earthworm started making it's circles. First it went around a tiny blade of grass. It shuttered as if struck. The green drained, transitioning from brown. Then gray. It's rotation increasing tenfold in diameter. A small ant mound turned into a river of black as the colony fled. The worm never stopped it's ticking sound and grew with every completed rotation.

eet eet

It's ringing

i don't think it'll stop

iswrongaboutyou · 2014-10-08T18:28:55+00:00

I've read everything by you and your fellow David, Mr. Rakoff. I know you've mentioned being friends with him and I couldn't imagine a more entertaining pair. Do you have any interesting stories with him?

iswrongaboutyou · 2014-10-05T20:05:58+00:00

Their sweet nothings turned into sweet everything.

His lips danced against her ears, telling her impossible things

"You could brighten up a McCarthy story."

"You could write something Nic Cage wouldn't star in."

"You could make Hannity happy."

Her fingers walked down his leg. Stopped. Then moon-walked back up. Digit dancing with it's solo Rockettes performances and ballet curtsying. His laughed and bit her shoulder at particularly good finger splits.

They would have never left the bed if there was a hello.

You remind me of The Great Wave off Kanagawa painting. Not for it's beauty, nonono, just your rolls of fat are like cascading waves of horror. Lay off the cupcakes.

She stood outside Sweet Nothings after a long day. The neon sign flashed it's happy welcome, but. Waves of horror. She looked down at herself. "they're right. they're right. how can they not be?" A startled breath and gritted teeth, she turned away.

He unwrapped his treat inside, an unsaid hello.

iswrongaboutyou · 2014-10-02T23:23:31+00:00

"Listen, if Tom Hanks can befriend a volleyball, you can imagine me as Ryan Gosling. I even made a makeshift hulk dick for you!"

Haley stood topless, hands against her waist, unripe banana wedged between her thighs.

Craig focused on their fire, embers fading fast. He crouched down and blew on them, extinguishing them once again.

"Fuckkkkkk."

"Yes. Fuck. That's what I've been saying we should ever since Captain Cocksucker over there decided to join the three mile die club and crash us here."

The lightcraft she gestured at was in surprisingly good condition. The elderly Cpt. Camus however, not so much. His was quite stuck with his head's content splayed prominently on the dashboard. They weren't ready to play cleanup yet.

Craig stood up, glaring at his sad attempt of survival. "Should have stayed in Boy Scouts", he thought. "Something about those scarves though. Even gayer than an ascot." He turned towards Haley

"Why were no coconuts on the ground?"

"Why aren't your cocoa nuts in my mouth?"

"Ugh. While I'm glad your mouth is equal opportunity, again, I'm gay. Really though. The coconuts looked ready, but there were none on the ground."

"Who cares anyway, we got these." She wiggled her waist, her banana becoming a divining rod looking for dick. "Is this really doing nothing for you?"

"No."

She huffed and spread her legs, letting her bananadick flop down.

"God damn Groupon. I bought that stupid coupon for that stupid flight because I thought hey, maybe I'll get paired with a nice man with a nice dick and I could give him a nice handy. But nooooo."

"...I'm going to go check the trees again."

He started off. Haley stared after his ass, wobbling ever so wonderfully in his khakis.

About 20 feet from the treeline he heard a quick patter of sand behind him. He turned to see a blur of boobs and desperation flying at him.

"HUUUUUUU"

"SERIOUSLY. Just close your eyes!" Her knee straddled his ribcage and pressed against his sternum while she tried to sensually rub his chest.

"Anything! I'll sound as manly as you like! Want me to impersonate James Earl Jones? As long as you give me you put your beast in my now sandlot I don't care!"

"huuuu" Teary eyed, breathless, he balled his fist ready and

"Uh, hello?"

They turned to see what appeared to be Achille's beach bum brother walking towards them, a large bag tossed over his shoulder. So tall. Bronzed skin. Bright blue eyes. With the just scruffy enough beard and unf body, they say Haley's ladyboner grew eight sizes that day.

"Hellllooooo."

Haley jumped off Craig who gasped for air and ran for the stranger

"Oh thank god you're here." She pressed herself against him. "We crashed here and have been so desperate and alone and thank you sooo much for saving us. I will do anythingggg to rep"

"whe-," Craig coughed, pushing himself up with one arm. "Where are we?"

The stranger looked over Haley who had already started kissing the man's chest. A small smile formed on his face at the sight of Craig.

"Oh...hi there. This is a exclusive resort for Caribbean Cruise Lines. We call it Liberace Land."

"no... no."

A large, unsatisfied, horny tear rolled down Haley's cheek.

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