Walt J. Rimmer

Dontrio was the first that came to my mind.

Yeah, I mean, I know. I’ve heard it all before, I’ve tried to work on things, like, I’m an adult, I’ve been doing this for a long time, I know how it goes. I was putting my story up as a warning to others. I’m not looking for a savior.

Hahaha! Uh, they weren’t great for a combination of factors, especially in my last year when I failed Real Analysis. Twice…

I’ve tried coding. Not very good at it. Scripting can be fun, but I’m just really, really crap at it. Took the 101/102 classes for CS as one of my science requirements. I actually took 101 twice because I had taken it in community college first and the credit didn’t transfer. Three CS classes, never finished a final project. I couldn’t ever get them close to working for some reason. Like, I got a C or better as a final grade without ever turning in a final project in each class, but still. My practical application of software engineering is, well, impractical.

As it is, a portfolio and networking (heh) tend to be the most important that I’ve heard from a lot of people when it comes to software engineering. I’ve tried to dabble, currently trying to battle my depression enough to actually work on making a point-and-click game in Adventure Games Studio. And my progress is just… Abysmal.

I have got to stop oversharing. I just deleted a three-paragraph explanation of shit you didn’t ask for. Sorry abut that. Anyway, it was a BS in Mathematics.

While I’m not quite that blunt, I do tend to take a utilitarian approach to institutions. When I went to school, I went there to attend classes, learn, work, the like. When I went to a job, I went there to work. I don’t really know how to approach people; the few times I’ve tried I’ve only made people uncomfortable, and mostly I just sit on my own and focus on what I’m “supposed” to be doing.

This left me burning out with depression and failing out of university, unable to find a job and being some kind of unhirable that I don’t know why or how to fix as I’ve spent three years looking for anything that will hire me with no takers, and I have absolutely no friends. I’m a man in my thirties with almost no work experience, no marketable skills, no connections, living off the kindness of family, and just ever-growing gaps in an almost empty resume.

Don’t be like that triceratops. And for the love of fuck, don’t be like me!

Most things are probably fine, though Windows updates might do something funky or just put it back from where you threw out that trash.

But Edge is a different story. Microsoft in their infinite wisdom decided to make Edge, their web browser, essential for Windows Explorer, their file manager and desktop among other things, to function properly.

So if you get rid of Edge, things can get kinda fucky. I haven’t looked into if someone has made a workaround, I know that there are modified “debloated” Windows installs that do some heavy duty mucking about in there, but I don’t know if anyone’s figure out how to give Edge the ax without making your desktop freak out.

Started out as co-workers in a university work-study job, had a short relationship.

I mean, a union is simply a way for workers to organize independently from management. While it’s useful for countering bad management and things like that, that’s not its only purpose. And anyone saying that it is either doesn’t know as much about unions as they think or is anti-union while trying not to say as much directly.

That was one part of a whole that a never got anywhere near finding out the entire story. With that and her stories of being damn near abandoned as a child, it really worried me as to what might have happened to her that she never felt free enough to tell me.

I tried to explain, “Like, no, that’s normal.” And she was just insistent that it was not. I didn’t know about the believing herself to be half-succubus until later, but when I found that out, it kind of clicked into place that something happened to her and she just cannot believe that a normal person should enjoy sex the way she does. And that is… Really troubling.

I never knew my Set Theory professor was so against workers’ rights!

Sadly, with recent events, all I can think about with this is how Linus Sebastion would go on the WAN Show and say things like, “You don’t need a union unless you have bad management, and I never want my employees to need a union.”

Sadly, with recent events, all I can think about with this is how Linus Sebastion would go on the WAN Show and say things like, “You don’t need a union unless you have bad management, and I never want my employees to need a union.”

His NAME is ALEX!

I don’t remember exactly how old she was, but we were in our last years of university (I failed out, she graduated) so she was definitely in her early twenties, 22-24, somewhere in there.

And, yeah, no, my amateur and as such meaningless guess of a diagnosis was also that part of the delusion was a need to feel special. She talked about how most other people didn’t know the truth, they couldn’t know the truth, because she had magic power that let her know things about the world that normal humans couldn’t. You get that sort of language in conspiracy theorists and other types of people who want to feel special, they want to be in on some secret that everyone else can’t be. So I’d say that’s definitely part of it. But I also think, especially with her believing in a third parent when she was initially abandoned by her father and effectively abandoned by her mother until her father got custody of her again, I think most of it stems from her trauma as a child. Even that need to feel special, with no real parental figure for many of her formative years (I don’t remember how old she said she was when her father regained custody of her), probably stemmed from that lack of anyone encouraging her.

But, ultimately, I don’t know. She didn’t tell me half of this stuff until we were breaking up. And I’m not a psychologist, and she very much needed one.

If you think horoscopes don’t make any sense, you’re really going to be boggled by its sister, numerology.

It really was. While there were bits and pieces of this that came up during the relationship, the bulk of this came out as we were breaking up. She had been abused as a kid, though I’m not sure the extent of that abuse. At the very least, she was abused by being effectively abandoned. She said she fended for herself, mostly eating canned food she got for herself through grade school, things like that.

I was upset for a while, she’s not someone I want anything to do with, but mostly I just feel bad for her. She was traumatized as a kid, she receded into a delusion to try and escape that, and her delusion came to define her to the point where she got incredibly defensive if you tried to challenge its reality. She had said that she tried therapy before but that it didn’t work because she knew better than the therapists how to deal with her problems, and I’m certain what that actually means is that they tried to talk her out of her delusion and she wasn’t having any of it.

I really hope she got the help she needs, but I sadly doubt it.

She didn’t just think she was a witch, which I was mostly OK with because religions are weird and stuff, so I thought as long as it doesn’t reach the realm of life-affecting problems, it’s a non-issue.

She also believed she had friends who were werewolves, she could do magic, the date of your birth determined your personality, because a planet was in retrograde good things were about to happen, vampires started the Red Cross so they could always have access to blood, and, oh yeah, along with her two mortal parents she also had an incubus second father and that she was half-demon and that’s why she liked sex when she wasn’t supposed to.

That… That girl needed some serious help, but claimed that she was well-adjusted and fit to help other people instead. Because, of course, she was also an empath…

Edit: I want to make something clear that it suddenly struck me I haven’t; with all this craziness that she believed, that young woman had her life a hell of a lot more together than I did or do. She graduated university while I flunked out, she found a job while I’m being rejected every time that I apply, she found a low-rent apartment to live in while I’m still living with my folks. Don’t get me wrong, girl had some trauma and had some problems. But she was contributing to society while I’m fucking around on the internet because I can’t seem to make anything of myself.

It’s mostly a matter of personal preference. I prefer mouse and keyboard to touch controls most (but not all) of the time. I tend to be very wordy and find a physical keyboard to be a lot easier to use than a virtual one. I tend to prefer larger screens over smaller ones. I really like the personalization options that are available on desktop for a lot of things through third-party tools, apps, and extensions that are more common on desktop than on mobile. Things like that.

I have a smartphone and a tablet, both of which I use for particular things and have used for social media (mostly RIF), but if ever there was the choice of using a desktop or laptop instead, I’d go for that. Unless something is enhanced with touch controls, and I have never found that any social media that I use is, I just don’t prefer mobile platforms. And for a short time, I had a laptop that had a touchscreen, and honestly liked that a lot more than using my phone for some of the things they could both do.

Just to establish my own timeline, I got my first cell phone when I was about thirteen, and I got my first smartphone when I was in my late teens if I recall correctly. So it’s not like I haven’t been around them long enough. I just never found a preference for them.

Or just make a NSFW-less account on one instance and a NSFW-ful account on a different instance. You don’t even need to log out of one to switch to the other. Just change the URL slightly.

I almost never use mobile devices. I have almost exclusively used social media via desktop or laptop my whole life.