#old guy is bitter

[oldguydoesstuff]

If any of you happen to be trying to get your DEC Alphastation 600 working and are frustrated that there are no LEDs for showing POST codes (power on self test), not my fault.

When I was designing this board I begged our management to ok adding them, but I was not successful because they were in love with this idea of using the LCD to display diagnostic info.

The problem with this is, the LCD is connected to an I2C controller, which is connected to an ISA bus, connected an ISA bridge, connected to our CIA controller chip. All of which need to be configured by the CPU before they can function.

So in other words, pretty much the whole board has to work before we can display any diagnostic about why it is broken. Dumb, the LEDs would not have cost much and not have added much to my already substantial routing headache for this board.

[scarapanna]

I liked your art, you won🎉🎉🎉

WE WON NO REDEMPTION WAHOOOOO/silly

I'm still terrified of the redemption route for this clown though hdhghfg, I want his silly self to stay evil and wimsy and goofy and with redemption uhhh

We're like

I dunno I'm sooo scared devsis is gonna take away that aspect which is what makes him just so funnn. Please pretty please let him be god awful and rotten and rude and goofy if you take that route Devisis I want him to keep his funny wimsy qualities. Please please pleaseeee write him well y'all are doing sooo good with him don't fumble by taking the redemption route (And if they do it better be good and he better stay chaotic and goofy and sassy and condescending and all his "rotten rabid thing" qualities)

If they do him (And his fun aspects justice in this dreaded hypotetical) then I may be cool with it. Though the mean ass possum has grown on me so much I'd 100% miss that evil and unhinged part of him TONS, devsis have mercy pretty please/silly

[Longer more insane ramblings are in the tags hsfhfhhv]

[itscherryterry-again]

rare and sweet as cherry wine

[bittersweet-mojo]

Cleaned this up from a year ago, happy hypersleeping everyone!

[nozhdyved]

why do you think you're jesus? - a.d.

contains: wc just under 1k, sad lonely art donaldson, emotional apathy, mentions of religion/shitty religious imagery, nana donaldson mention 🔥🔥, LILY DONALDSON MENTION 🔥🔥🔥, 2019!art donaldson

notes: im so scared to post this but i really had fun writing it so. Dont flop? or if it flops i wont be mad.. i just hope it doesnt suck :(

listen while you read

“Who am I? Jesus?”

It’s the way she laughs when she says it, like it’s impossible for Art to worship her so. Like she doesn’t see how he’d be poised to kill himself if she wanted him to. It’s humorous to her, how Art craves her validation like the sun on his skin, he needs her more than the air he breathes. But to Art, it’s not a joke. This is just his life.

“Yeah.”

He answers truthfully, looking her dead in the eyes. He’s serious, too. To him, Tashi is everything, and he’s paying her back- he’s becoming everything she never got the chance to be. That’s love, right?

“You know you can beat him.”

She says it in that assured manner, as if she’s looked into a crystal ball and seen his future, maybe even manipulated the fabric of the universe to throw the game his way. It’s ridiculous to him, how she already expects these things from him, knowing damn well he’s never beaten Patrick fucking Zweig before. Not before, and definitely not now.

“What if I don’t? How are you gonna look at me if I still can’t beat Patrick Zweig?”

“Just like this.”

Tashi’s gaze is cold and calculating. It always is, but Art can read her well enough to sense the undertones, to see when she’s proud and when she’s upset. But right now, this whole poker-face act is working too well. It’s like staring into the eyes of a statue of Christ. Unnerving, all knowing.

Art’s only been to church once in his life. His nana had asked him along one Sunday morning when his parents were away on a business trip, and gladly, he said yes. But the whole experience felt.. suffocating for him. Like he was being forced into a too-tight, too-itchy sweater that just barely fit him. But the second they had left the church, Art had visibly relaxed, even as Nana asked him how he liked it.

“It.. It was good. Was fine,” he shrugged it off, before changing the subject and pivoting to the latest gossip in Nana’s book club. But deep down, he knew he couldn’t ever step foot in a church again, to feel so restricted under the watchful eye of Him.

It was sort of like that now, except Jesus was a She, and she was looking right through Art, wrapping him tight and warm in the itchy sweater. The love of his life, the woman he married, was snuffing him out like an unwanted flame. And what scares Art the most, is that the thought relieves him.

Art heard when she left. He heard the quiet pings on her phone and the rustling of a jacket. The sounds of the hotel door closing and her steps echoing down the hallway keep repeating in Art’s head as he feigns sleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath he takes. 

The bed is cold beside him, chilly where he needed Tashi’s lap to be, to keep him warm and keep him alive. He’s not stupid, he knows she’s off to see Patrick. Hell, he’s considered going off and meeting up with the bastard, just to have a chat, but Art has a feeling Tashi wants more than just a chat.

He curls up in the bed, not wanting to get up. Like if he kept his eyes closed, Tashi would come back, run her hands through his hair, feeling the smooth metal of the wedding band on his skin as she whispered quiet assurances, promises of love and devotion that the game didn’t matter.

Art opens his eyes.

The room is dark and empty, the sheets beside him rumpled. Tashi’s shoes are gone from where they were by Art’s slippers. There used to be a time when Tashi would make fun of Art for wearing slippers, but now she seemed to have accepted the fact that she settled for a man who wore slippers. He gets out of bed, sighing to himself in the quiet of the night. 

The stillness feels good, like cool air on sweat-soaked skin. It’s easier for him to think to himself, to really hear himself. Of course, none of the thoughts are great. He leaves the master bedroom, following Tashi’s steps. He could see the pauses that she made in his head, a hesitant step after a floorboard creaks and a pause to get her jacket. He can envision her sending a text to Patrick, leaving the hotel room without a second thought. Or maybe he was overthinking. Maybe he was doing the stupid jealous husband thing, not even realizing. Maybe it was just insecurity, and a quick talk could fix it. But he knew that wasn’t the truth.

He heads past the kitchen and living room to Lily’s bedroom, opening the door quietly and peeking in. His daughter is asleep, curled up under the covers while a quiet lullaby plays on the portable radio that Tashi brought along. The second Art takes the slightest step inside, Lily stirs, looking up to meet her father’s eyes.

“Sorry, Lilypad…do you have any space for me?”

There’s a pause before she nods, shifting over in the bed to let Art settle in with a groan, laying atop the covers as he wraps an arm around her, kissing her forehead and murmuring a quiet “Thanks, honey,” as he settles in for the night.

His eyes flutter, and he catches a glimpse of the framed photo on her nightstand, one that she liked to carry everywhere. It was a picture of her and Tashi, taken at her fourth birthday party. Lily was wearing a cowboy hat, and next to her, Tashi wore a bejeweled princess crown, smiling widely at the camera. 

Art reaches across to the nightstand, gently placing the photo face down, before settling into bed, snuggling into Lily.

He hopes Tashi will see it. And he hopes that whatever she does that night, she feels guilty.

[transsongtaewon]

Rereading the early chapters is fun, because you think there's a sort of funny scene coming up and then Kim Sunghan mentions his college days in passing and Yoojin thinks wouldn't it be nice to go to college. And then follows it up with I Need To Get Drunk.

[mamawasatesttube]

i am going to say something that is . well i don't think it's controversial in that i don't think it has been said enough to cause controversy to begin with but skjdfhjds listen. hear me out

tim/ber/kon <<<<<<<<< timiveskon

on the one hand you have an uphill battle to convince me why these characters would even give a shit about each other (plus i mean megfitz massacred their characterizations and thats a whole extra mess) and generally it just reads to me as just treating kon as tim's spare love interest uwu without any care about his character.

but on the OTHER HAND.... timiveskon? chefs kiss. kon and ives are instantly bonding over nerdisms. they are both standing on the table and yelling about the rereleased edition of return of the jedi and kon is going on about how he has the original literally downloaded into his brain and ives thinks that's the sexiest thing he's ever heard and tim is just sitting there consumed by lust while they both yell about greedo. it practically writes itself. come on

[get-back-homeward]

Life With The Lennons, Exclusive by Ray Coleman, April 1965 [x]

[roughentumble]

logan at a bar with someone he doesnt like but who is trying to get on his good side. "go ahead," the guy says, "order any cocktail you like, on me"

logan grunts and tells the bartender "a manhatten."

"really? not an old fashioned?" the guy cant help but ask, feels odd to hear logan ordering something that sounds in any way cosmopolitan. old fashioned just sounds like his drink, sounds like log cabins and guilt complexes and long nights pouring misery over a mixed drink

logan rolls his eyes as he pulls out a stool and seats himself. "too sweet."

[telesodalite]

Thinking about Krok and his og squad again...

[cheerio-draws]

Daisuke Mouthwashing, love the guy. Though Swansea might be my favourite

[espejoobsidiana]

I need you understand that max is dating a piquet, not any piquet, nelson piquets daughter and piquet has the well know f1 inability to let things go. what has never let go of? his hate of ayrton senna fellow brazilian, fellow 3 wdc winner and much much popular driver whose ghost and aura haunts his country narrative. im not saying that max did it for the father in law but im saying that i dont trust a f1 driver to be mature about it. I just imagine nelson watching the senna commemoration with revultion and I cackle.

[platypusisnotonfire]

well.

I'm 30.

[chebepowder]

😭 Incredible start to this very good article.

[a-drama-addict]

Harding: So why’d you become a Grey Warden Davrin?

Davrin: I wanted to feel like I had purpose, Wardens gave me that :)

Harding: Alright! What about you Rook?

Therése, who murdered her father, committed arson and then killed her father’s wife: Oh you know. It was just another Tuesday.

[pleafyistired]

Ancap n commie is so hard to talk about. What do i say. That theyre wholly opposite and everything the other stand against? That they know each other so well and deeply? That commie will always express out loud how clearly he knows ancap like the back of his hand, and ancap will never say it out loud, but instead use it silently to his advantage? That theyre petty stupid bitches that will do shit to each other as long as its convenient to them? That they depend on each other and no one talk about it and will never ever ever express it out loud, but their inherent flaws means they need each other to continue existing? Whatever, perhaps it doesn't matter. When you're a monster that is intoxicated by the thing that you stand to oppose at every turn.