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Norman update:

His family is moving into their new house, finally, and Mr Blightly has been basically directing the move because Norman is useless. Today, Mr B went to help and found Norman in his room wrapped up in blankets and refusing to do anything. Norman has been doing heroin for the past couple days to try and get motivate to do work.

When my husband tried to get him to get out of bed, he screamed "LEAVE ME ALONE!" over and over again
 
i don't even know if this counts as lolcow, but on deviantart i follow this chick.

- she's 13
- uses unironically stamps made by people like lunamatsu (that popped out in the deviantart horrors)
- obsessed with kirby, object show (that one with sentient objects) and omomatsu-san (at the point she's like kin with one of the characters)
- ex-goanimate user and gets very angry if someone talks about that to her
- hates being feticized (i can understand) since she's 13 and has small boobs (yes, she mentions this.)
- uses it/its pronoums (ew) but if you're a friend of her during roleplay, you can use she/her
- she's asexual (used to be also panromantic, but she doesn't need man or woman, guys!)

i keep a tab on her, since it can evolve in something worse
 
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Employers/companies count too, right? If so, then I got a doozy of a tale.

Story begins November of last year. I'm getting laid off for seasonal purposes. At the same time, my employer is planning for renovations (I've made it no secret that my employer's a hotel, and a well-known one at that). Anyways, I was under the impression they'd at least be finished a good chunk of it by the time I'd be back. In fact, I was fully expecting to be back by the end of March/beginning of April, like I was last year. So my lay off went along swimmingly for the most part, with me getting some money every couple weeks due to being on E.I.

Then the kicker- Come April 2, my E.I. claim ran out. At this point, I have not been called back to work yet. So here I am, with no money, no job, and no idea when the hell I'll be returning (that I'll get to). So here I am, struggling to even pay the rent at this point, only saved by my tax return. And even that's running out. It's the middle of June, and I still have no answer on practically any and everything- like my return to work, why I haven't returned, or whether the renovations have even started yet.

And that leads to the next part of the story- I've always have had a hard time trying to keep in contact with my supervisors. Even when I felt sick as fuck, I had no luck every now and again. So when contacting them as to when I would be able to go back, I was fully expecting it to be at least by Mid-March, as I previously mentioned. When I tried calling them, I kept on getting into games of phone tag more often than not. And whenever it didn't devolve into that, it was usually:

Me: Hi, I was wondering when I would be able to go back?
Supervisor: We don't know.

Now I'd understand if it was because renovations were behind schedule. But they never updated me on how far they were. Nor were they willing to even give me a rough estimate as to when a possible return (or finish date for the renos) would be. And this has been going on since the middle of February. Since then, I've received answers ranging from the "I don't know" above, to something like "Middle of May" (which never happened). And now that it's the middle of June, I'm kinda pissed off by this. Especially since this is tourist season, one of the busiest times for a hotel employee such as myself.

So I decided to get some outside help, mainly my union rep., to help figure out what the hell's going on over there. So far, I've heard nothing back yet. But I'm hoping he doesn't get the same go-around I've been getting since I started this whole thing. I've also been looking for alternatives, but job opportunities are few and far between in my area. Be it either in regards to work hours, transport or them simply not hiring. Call me a conspirator, but I think there's something else going on aside from the renovations.

I should also note that said employer's had rough times with most of their staff, ranging from firing certain members who didn't deserve it while keeping the ones who do. Not suspending people over things that should have gotten them punished (my laundry dept. lolcow I talked about some time back pushed my head into a pile of towels, with witnesses present). And most of my job has had me winging a fair bit of it, as the supervisors are either too lazy or busy to give me new tasks/teach me jack about the task save some very basic guidelines.
 
I totally forgot that I had another Jeffrey update!

So, for those of you who don't remember my last post on him, he'd gotten caught shoplifting from the store, but was let off easily because it was his "first offense" (read: first time he was caught). He'd just gotten a temp ban.

Well, after that expired, he went back and tried to get the manager to apologize to him for "bullying" him. Naturally, the manager wasn't having any of that shit, so Jeffrey started sperging at him. He was told to leave, but wouldn't, he just kept going on his tirade. He only left after they threatened to call the cops.

Last I heard, Jeffrey wanted his mom to sue the store, even though he was 100% at fault. I can guarantee you that's not gonna go anywhere. She's coddling, but not stupid.
 
So my final quarter came and went, and I have officially finished my program. I may not have had the chance to see Big T make it to the end this time around, but I was able to close my time at the school with a story to share of someone else that my circle of clubmates and I consider to be something of a lolcow.

This was an older student who said was part of game design program like me and the rest of the game dev club but I have never seen him there, and while I personally have never shared a game-related class with him, other students have, and their interactions with him will help make what I did see of his work make more sense.

For one thing, he spent most of his 3d classes watching Walking Dead on the school PCs. When asked why he wasn't working on his assignment, he would say that he couldn't figure out how to get it to render. Then do nothing else like maybe asking the teacher for extra help or something. He also had no sense of how to organize project folders, something that the 3d teacher drills into every student who comes into his class's heads with every single project that gets assigned. Folders inside identically-named folders inside more similarly-named folders kind of nonsense.

Back to the portfolio class. We had a rehearsal of sorts for our presentation, and the head of the game design department was part of the mock panel. He's a pretty cool guy who has worked in the industry for a couple decades now and actually got the position through the teacher that was featured in my first Big T story, to provide some background. Anyway, I soon learned that he's also not afraid to give out some brutal honesty when the situation warrants it.

The student in question presented mostly work that he made in his earlier classes: some random photo edits, some tradtional art, nothing really game related until he got to his "3d" work. First was a flat plane with a picture of a zombie hand for a texture that he kept insisting was made in Maya but the department head said that he was "honestly not convinced that it was made in 3d," much to the obvious frustration on the student's part.

Then there was a table viewed from the top down, with an awful red and yellow checkered tablecloth with lighting that somehow created jagged, pitch black shadows over most of it, rendering it barely discernible, which DH said needed to be redone altogether because of how much of an eyesore it was and because it defied most of the basic rules of 3d rendering.

The student also included a claymation short that he clearly shot on his desk and I was certain that his blobby characters were falling apart near the end of it. DH bluntly said that it looked like something a first-grader would make and needed to be taken out altogether. DH doled out even more criticisms about the quality of his work and how it didn't demonstrate that he really learned anything that was being taught despite working closely with him and was nowhere near ready for being competitive in the industry at its current state.

So what does this student do, after receiving that sort of harsh reality from a seasoned industry professional that had his interests in mind from day 1?

Send a four page email to the department that said that DH was a bad teacher that "ruined his career" and humiliated him in front of the class, and demanded that his full tuition be refunded. Not sure what came of that.

He also changed his final presentation to say that he was in the graphic design program (which of course had its own requisite classes that were different from the game design classes that he had been taking up to this point). His final portfolio also kept most of the work aside from replacing the eyesore table with a distant, blurry table. He also took out the claymation and added tiny, blurry 3d motorcycles and an illustration featuring a guy shooting at a neon green zombie.

The best part of all of this, to me?

He's in his 40s.
 
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So my final quarter came and went, and I have officially finished my program. I may not have had the chance to see Big T make it to the end this time around, but I was able to close my time at the school with a story to share of someone else that my circle of clubmates and I consider to be something of a lolcow.

This was an older student who said was part of game design program like me and the rest of the game dev club but I have never seen him there, and while I personally have never shared a game-related class with him, other students have, and their interactions with him will help make what I did see of his work make more sense.

For one thing, he spent most of his 3d classes watching Walking Dead on the school PCs. When asked why he wasn't working on his assignment, he would say that he couldn't figure out how to get it to render. Then do nothing else like maybe asking the teacher for extra help or something. He also had no sense of how to organize project folders, something that the 3d teacher drills into every student who comes into his class's heads with every single project that gets assigned. Folders inside identically-named folders inside more similarly-named folders kind of nonsense.

Back to the portfolio class. We had a rehearsal of sorts for our presentation, and the head of the game design department was part of the mock panel. He's a pretty cool guy who has worked in the industry for a couple decades now and actually got the position through the teacher that was featured in my first Big T story, to provide some background. Anyway, I soon learned that he's also not afraid to give out some brutal honesty when the situation warrants it.

The student in question presented mostly work that he made in his earlier classes: some random photo edits, some tradtional art, nothing really game related until he got to his "3d" work. First was a flat plane with a picture of a zombie hand for a texture that he kept insisting was made in Maya but the department head said that he was "honestly not convinced that it was made in 3d," much to the obvious frustration on the student's part.

Then there was a table viewed from the top down, with an awful red and yellow checkered tablecloth with lighting that somehow created jagged, pitch black shadows over most of it, rendering it barely discernible, which DH said needed to be redone altogether because of how much of an eyesore it was and because it defied most of the basic rules of 3d rendering.

The student also included a claymation short that he clearly shot on his desk and I was certain that his blobby characters were falling apart near the end of it. DH bluntly said that it looked like something a first-grader would make and needed to be taken out altogether. DH doled out even more criticisms about the quality of his work and how it didn't demonstrate that he really learned anything that was being taught despite working closely with him and was nowhere near ready for being competitive in the industry at its current state.

So what does this student do, after receiving that sort of harsh reality from a seasoned industry professional that had his interests in mind from day 1?

Send a four page email to the department that said that DH was a bad teacher that "ruined his career" and humiliated him in front of the class, and demanded that his full tuition be refunded. Not sure what came of that.

He also changed his final presentation to say that he was in the graphic design program (which of course had its own requisite classes that were different from the game design classes that he had been taking up to this point). His final portfolio also kept most of the work aside from replacing the eyesore table with a distant, blurry table. He also took out the claymation and added tiny, blurry 3d motorcycles and an illustration featuring a guy shooting at a neon green zombie.

The best part of all of this, to me?

He's in his 40s.
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That is sad. And yet, funny at the same time. A 40-year old failing a class miserably is just something I could only imagine. To read about it, and have it be even more than I expected is just the icing on top of the cake.

And it also reminds me of my school-era lolcow Nick
As long as I can remember, Nick's nearly always been on a computer. Usually looking up juvenile things most of the time. Back in Junior High, we had a computer lab that the classes I was in used regularly. I remember completing a lot of projects there, including one about the history of computers. Anyways, I bring this up because he was in most of my classes at that time (which I never really liked, given his general behavior). And whenever I saw him, he usually was busy playing games or something completely unrelated to the subject at hand.

Fun part- Whenever I tried to bring it up to the teachers, they never did jack. And if they did, I never knew about it. And even better, it was usually with the audio full blast without headphones most of the time. A problem exasperated by other students doing the exact same thing.
 
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There's some weird furry chick I met at a local vidya shop once. Fat, terribly dyed/faded hair, loud as fuck, smells awful, etc.

Now, I know what you all are thinking, people like this are a dime a dozen. Well, it turns out after talking to somebody else there, the furry chick quickly "befriended" this person they'd barely met that same day, and was pouring out their whole life story to them.

Basically, she's a hobo who spends all of her money on stupid plushies and extra bits for her laptop, which she would loudly play on, with all these speakers and shit attached to it, and laugh loudly at whatever every few minutes.

It got even more insane that day when one of her white trash friends and who I can only assume was her ex all got into some heated shouting match. I thought there was gonna be a fight.
 
To be honest I can't determine if this guy is worthy of a full thread or not.

He will defend the Powerpuff Girls reboot to his grave, has publicly said he'd laugh at anyone in the Trump family getting shot, etc.

Anyone who dislikes said reboot "needs to get shot over and over", as we see here:

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He loses his shit on a daily basis over people disliking cartoons or disagreeing with his shippings.
 
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I have a personal cow named Richard, who has brought me much joy over the years. I've been 'friends' with him on Facebook ever since meeting him on a terrible blind date. (I only recently started screen shotting his shit, and he likes to go back and delete things. So you're just going to have to trust me on some of this.) I mostly ignored him up until he got married, mainly because this image...

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...caught my eye. It's the most depressing, pathetic little wedding cake in the world. It's sagging and crooked and so crappy looking. And the fact he and his wife thought a shitty scifi show was so pivotal to their lives that it warranted being on their wedding cake struck me as kind of lolcow worthy. I went back to look for wedding photos and... well...
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That's when Richard really took off for me. He's an enlightened atheist 'geek culture' democratic socialist (i.e. he has a boner for Bernie. He used to be a hard line Democrat until the generals started) and former MENSA member. After the wedding, he mostly posted shit relating to his few interests, and Chronically being abused by his clients. What clients? Well, in his own words...
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Yes, clearly the only reason he can't keep clients is because he's an atheist in the south. It's not possible it could be that he is a cunt who talks shit about his clients online and tries to price gouge them. Being 'screwed over' by clients is a running therm for Richard. Seriously, every week he's begging for new clients, or bitching about the clients he has or bemoaning that he has to work at all. The one time he tried to get a real job in the last four years...
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He didn't get the job. One of his references gave him a bad review, apparently. And in his mind, the logical next step to being turned down was to try and sue the city!
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Unfortunately for him, he couldn't find a lawyer. He spent weeks bitching about how it was an open and shut case, but all the lawyers in Arkansas were just too cowardly to take on the city. Of course, he couldn't afford to pay them, but once the lawsuit was won he planned to pay them out of his settlement! This wasn't the only lawsuit Richard wanted to file though.

( I have no screen shots of this saga, and I really wish I did. I went back and looked, and he'd purged them all out of existence. )
Richard was living in his mother in laws house with his wife. Richard was making little to no money despite being a computer wiz, and his wife (who I really feel bad for, so I try to leave her out as much as possible) was unable to work, due to developing fibromyalgia and depression after a month in Navy boot camp. Yeah. Eventually she got sick of taking care of two 30 some year old adults who did nothing but play Minecraft all day, and kicked them out. If you ask Richard, it was a truly dramatic even, where he and Amanda were forced out of the house in the night, with only the clothes on their back (and their computers, and their cats, and their big ass TV and game consoles). Basically, he wanted to sue her for all the shit they left behind in her house, and 'damages'. The lawsuit actually went through to small claims court, and technically Richard won their shit back. The big problem was, apart from a box filled with his old bills, she'd donated everything to a religious charity or just thrown it out. (imo throwing out everything your daughter has ever owned because she married a trash bag full of shit seems cruel to me, but I love that she canned all of Richards shit. Free loading asshole) The chimp out was insane, as you can imagine.

But now, Richard and Amanda were homeless! So they did the logical thing and moved into a camper with his parents. Not a trailer... a literal camper.
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And he did indeed frantically fight to buy a house. How? He opened a GoFundMe to raise the $1,000 down payment on a house. He promised a myriad of incentives to his donaters... ranging from making chain mail and steampunk jewelry to computer repair and IT help. It took a long time, but he eventually begged his way into his goal. (He never actually fulfilled any of his rewards, by the way)
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They did it!!!!!! But the house...
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It's a sad little tear me down in the middle of nowhere in White County. What you have to know about White County is that it's one of the poorest counties in Arkansas. It's full of mostly hillbillies, and students attending one of the three religious based colleges in Searcy (the major city of White County). I lived there for a year, and it fucking sucks. But anyway. This is the part where things should get better, right?

Nope. It turns out Richard hates his parents, and they seemingly hate him too. His dad does mean things, like tells him to get a job, and tells him to get a job again, and won't use his food stamps. (Which he basically had to work full time to get ). Mean Dad is apparently a terrorist and a moocher. I don't have caps of it, but apparently Dad has really extravagant food expectations that suck up all of his social security benefits, like eating eggs and meat every day. But it can't be microwaved!!! (I should note, they don't have an oven or full sized fridge, or a washer and dryer. They've been in that house like two years, and between four people, they haven't managed to save up enough money to buy anything).

He also has shit internet, which he needs as badly as water. Recently though, there was some kind of good news! Kind of. Richards wages were garnished, but maybe he was going to get the fast internet he needed to make the big bucks! And Dish Network pulled through! Keep in mind, Richard has $2 to his name when he decided to put a down payment on Dish Network. He really thought he'd get his 'stolen money' back before Dish Network cashed in the payment. Naturally, it bounced and somehow Dish Network became evil and slimy.
I'll post about his myriad of health problems and how he got banned from all the hospitals in his county next time.
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Please tell us about this blind date
 
The Norman Saga has finally come to an end

Not long after the incident in my last post, my husband ended the friendship until Norman got his life together. Yesterday, Norman texted him claiming that he was really looking for work and blah blah blah.

And then this morning, Mr. Blightly got the call that Norman had literally just fallen over and died.

No one knows the cause of death yet.
 
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The Norman Saga has finally come to an end

Not long after the incident in my last post, my husband ended the friendship until Norman got his life together. Yesterday, Norman texted him claiming that he was really looking for work and blah blah blah.

And then this morning, Mr. Blightly got the call that Norman had literally just fallen over and died.

No one knows the cause of death yet.
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He discovered the Personal Lolcows thread and the flash of self awareness was too much to take.
 
Not really a person in particular but this Gender in Society class is turning out to be my personal lolcow at the moment. Look at this bullshit for the assignment i have to do. It's an easy class and it fulfills my last nonbusiness elective requirement so that's why I'm taking it. It's really just Tumblr: The Class and I always pick sociology shit to do for that kind of stuff.

The professor herself is nice but doesn't like to be called "Mrs." There's some other shit from this class I want to share later

Questions to consider while doing this assignment:

· What form of media would I like to analyze?

· Drawing from what I have learned/read in/for class, what do I notice about the form of media I have chosen to analyze? Are there any emerging themes relating to some aspect of gender in society?

· How are women, tran.s* individuals, men, gender queer or gender non-conforming individuals, etc. portrayed in the form of media I have chosen?

· How did I feel about watching/reading/looking at this form of media with a gendered lens?
 
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