Best posts made by Cobalt

@ganymede ty, I am so relieved i am finally about to get all that sleep i've been missing. I can't wait to be out of where I am, and to be able to do it before I'm forced out.

The Irregulars on Netflix. I couldn't finish it. Also, back off of my Black Summer. >:P It's meant to be bleak.

@kestrel h u s k i e s 4 l y f e

Trying to take pictures of my dog be like:

My baby is currently outside in the yard for her daily dose of /running free/, because otherwise she will destroy the house. But before that she kept running over to me and colliding her little furry body with mine, before running off again.

5months old and half the size of a grown adult...

@derp That poor baby. How could you?

@macha ...have you considered arson

For your kindness, I offer an excited puppy happy I am home.

https://imgur.com/gallery/4NyCkM0

@tragedyjones said:

@thebird said:

So I thiught, "Oh, I'll just turn on Jessica Jones while getting some work done."

Two episodes in, I gave up and binge watched the rest on the couch while cuddling with the dog until 4am.

Damnit Netflix.

Purple Man made you do it.

When you think about the fact that Kilgrave's powers are an allegory to rape (or date rape drugs), and the entire plot is somewhat of a commentary on rape and psychological abuse saying things like "The Purple Man made you do it" is ... It's pretty offensive actually. It's basically like shouting: "Tehehe rape! Tehehe!"

What I've watched of Jessica Jones is really well done. I have no issues with how they represented PTSD. In fact, though the cause of mine is vastly vastly different, I empathized a great deal with the scene in either the first or second episode where she freaks out and just runs down the street after being disoriented. Last winter I ran off of a bus, likely knocking into people on the way, because I had a flashback after being crowded in on all sides. Again, while different, I also have a mantra that helped me calm down. So, yeah, whoever was in charge of researching PTSD-- bang up job. Look at Jessica and see that this is what people with PTSD are going through.

That being said, the more I reflect on the first two episodes the more I think after the scene where Kilgrave mind-controls two kids into a closet and /makes one piss herself in there/-- I'll be giving this a pass.

Blue is my favorite color. Blue on WORA was taken, thus I became Cobalt. And now I am Cobaltasaurus, because fuck you I do what I want.

A really shitty live version of 'Confident' by Demi Lovato, that Spotify is forcing me to listen to as a commercial.

Being able to hear someone eat is one of the most rage inducing experiences for me. Most of the time it's just annoying, but if someone is a breather and a grunter when they eat -- I just want to take a fork and stab them in the eyeball to make them stop.

CLOSE YOUR FUCKING MOUTH.

I'm well aware this is not reasonable in any manner.

So I know a few folks who are into writing ... ( @EmmahSue, @Coin, @Misadventure, @Lithium). Would you guys be interested in some sort of creative writing group? Either through like google docs, or facebook groups, or we could even ask the overlords here for a group folks can join? Nothing with requirements or anything-- just someplace to chat, share, and collaborate with like minded folks?

Fuck Plato's Allegory of the Cave. Fuck it with a brick and a rusty iron rod.

@Miss-Demeanor said in RL Anger:

Oh, and if you come into the CLEARLY not a superstore and get pissed that we're not, in fact, a superstore and thus do not have a full grocery section? Eat a bag of dicktits.

I could go on. >.>

My favorite so far is the: "This is the smallest walmart I've ever seen..." Or a "do you have door knobs? what about x/y/z? why don't you have them?" Because we're a GROCERY STORE.

Also, I'm sorry you're a CSM. That job looks like fucking hell.

Also, also-- in general. Seriously, take you fucking groceries out of the goddamned basket.

I keep forgetting this one!

So there is this guy that came in and he was kind of loud, and talking to someone in the aisle. I just figured he saw a friend or something. One of the other cashier's turns to me and goes: "God that guys pisses me off so much."

Which was pretty out of character for her, she doesn't normally complain about anything. So I was like, "...why?" So she tells me he always come in acting like he';s on some kind of drugs, acting weird, being a pain, etc. I'm like: Okay whatever.

He comes through my line and he makes weird nervous chatter. But for the most part its normal. Kind of nonsequitor but not outside the norm of what some people say to me. And I finish his order up and he asks me for a plastic bag, and I say, "I don't have any."

And he's like, "Oh right, right, what about a round one?"

"A... round one? A paper bag?" I ask, confused now.

To which he says, "yeah, yeah." He pulls out a nickle and gives to me and says, "Yeah that's it! That's it, I was thinking about a nickle bag."

(We charge 5 cents per paper bag because bag ban in the city.)

And I'm like: Okay, strange but not outside the realm of a normal person. Maybe he has some sort of cognitive issue, it's fine. He grabs a bag and shakes it open and suddenly looks up to me and says, "AND THAT'S! the difference between a troll and leperchaun."

And then walked off to talk to another customer.

He came back through my line a few days later, and he's acting mostly normal. We're even having a coherent conversation. He spent the day with a family member who was getting ready to cover for someone at work. He had an okay day.

...and he goes, "Yeah, I spent the day with the AristoCats."

i'm not retyping this, i know it's long but its worth the read:

9:23 PM - Princess Jellyfish: i have spent the majority of the past 16-works hours on self check out
9:23 PM - Princess Jellyfish: this is incredibly frustrating
9:23 PM - The Valentine's Crab: UGH
9:23 PM - The Valentine's Crab: I CAN'T FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS
9:23 PM - Princess Jellyfish: i got told by a man today that i was "out of my tree" because i carded him at self check out and he's old. bu ti have to. especiallty at self checkout
9:24 PM - Princess Jellyfish: but tonight a man came into the story clearly out of his goddamned mind
9:24 PM - The Valentine's Crab: THIS MACHINE DOESN'T WORK BECAUSE I AM TOO STUPID TO WALK AND TALK AT THE SAME TIME
9:24 PM - Princess Jellyfish: super out of it
9:24 PM - Princess Jellyfish: twitching, scratching, jerking around. talking to himself. raising his hands like he was waiting for the lord to pick him up and carry him away
9:24 PM - Princess Jellyfish: and he comes through self check out
9:24 PM - Princess Jellyfish: and he's mostly fine
9:24 PM - Princess Jellyfish: but stares at the machine after putting out his money
9:24 PM - Princess Jellyfish: i'm like
9:24 PM - Princess Jellyfish: "its 2.50"
9:24 PM - Princess Jellyfish: and he babbles something
9:24 PM - Princess Jellyfish: and i'm like okay
9:24 PM - Princess Jellyfish: change is here
9:25 PM - Princess Jellyfish: dollars here
9:25 PM - Princess Jellyfish: and then the receipt starts to come out and he starts yyyaaaannnking on it
9:25 PM - Princess Jellyfish: and i'm like: no give it a second
9:25 PM - Princess Jellyfish: and he goes: its all good
9:25 PM - The Valentine's Crab: This is even better than oblique sarcasm
9:25 PM - Princess Jellyfish: and i'm like: no, if you pull on the receipt it hurts the machine
9:25 PM - Princess Jellyfish: and i kid you fucking not he turns to me and says
9:25 PM - Princess Jellyfish: i'm empathic to machines
9:25 PM - Princess Jellyfish: i'm empathic to all material, even machines
9:25 PM - Princess Jellyfish: i sense what it feels
9:25 PM - Princess Jellyfish: i know what it feels
9:26 PM - Princess Jellyfish: i'm empathic to everything
9:26 PM - The Valentine's Crab: holy shit
9:26 PM - The Valentine's Crab: I'm dying
9:26 PM - The Valentine's Crab: You must have been terrified
9:26 PM - Princess Jellyfish: and i'm slowly trying to walk away from him, while smiling / trying not to laugh / trying not to cry
9:26 PM - Princess Jellyfish: and he keeps on about how he's empathic to machines
9:26 PM - Princess Jellyfish: and then ends it with: i'm peter pan's son, i never stop flying
9:27 PM - Princess Jellyfish: and then he walked off, came to a stop infront of my supervisor, looked at her, made a show of crumbling up his receipt and announced, see! i'm empathic to machines

I really wish it would stop fucking locking up.