Browser of choice is now Pale Moon

Pale Moon is a browser that's forked from Firefox.  Despite claims you may see on the internet, it's not an "outdated Firefox" or any of that crap.  It's current as far as security is concerned, it just keeps the older, better, non-Australis interface.

A XT-Style Bulleted List™ summary of events leading up to this:

• My aging Windows XP computer that I'd been doing all my gaming on died.
• I switched to using a laptop that used to belong to my grandfather back when he didn't have dementia (and wasn't dead lol)
• I didn't initially want to go installing things willy-nilly on it, so between the choices of the two installed browsers, Internet Explorer and Chrome, I chose Chrome.
• I used Chrome exclusively in an incognito window.
• To this day my opinion of Chrome is unchanged: it's a toy web browser.  It works, it does some things well, but it lacks the power and customizability that I want.
• I investigated my browser options and found Pale Moon.
• After a while of trial usage, I switched to it full-time.

That's pretty much it, really.  After I switched to it full-time, I spent a good while customizing the interface with the aid of the DOM Inspector, Stylish, and the occasional jank of loading chrome://browser/content/browser.xul in a tab so I could run JavaScript in its context to figure things out more better.

Common Chrono Trigger Misconception

It seems like a lot of people have this misconception about Chrono Trigger.

During the chapter "The Trial", you get thrown in jail and end up escaping.  To start the escape sequence, you can either choose to rattle the bars on your cell three times, or wait three "days" for your execution, which happens in a couple of minutes of game time.

Rattling the bars results in you running around the prison with just Crono, and you run into Lucca as you make your exit, but waiting will result in Lucca joining up before you gain control.

Throughout the prison are a number of chests whose contents you can obtain, and plenty of battles with guards to be had.  Some of the guard battles are avoidable through a "stealth" mechanic the game teaches you about when you rattle the bars: approach a guard from behind and press A to knock them out.  There's also an NPC you can save, which nets you some Mid Ethers later on, and a hint about how to avoid some fights in the Sewer Access.

The misconception is thus: people assume that if you wait for your execution, the chests and the juicy loot contained therein are off-limits.  To a lesser extent, some seem to think that the NPC can't be saved in one or the other variant of the prison escape.

During the recent /r/chronotrigger community play-through, I tested this.  I detailed my method in the first paragraph of this post, but I'll summarize it here.  I did the prison escape twice, reloading my save after the first time so I could do both variants.  Both times, I kept track of the loot that I got.  The result?  I got the same core loot from opening chests both times, and saved the NPC both times.  There are a few minor differences between the two variants, but nothing significant.

The game does do a really good job of making you want to escape as soon as possible, and in that regard, I guess it just doesn't occur to people that they could still explore the entire prison and grab everything even if they wait the three days.

my problem

I can really only focus on one thing at a time.  Occasionally I can work in a second thing in some free time from doing the first thing, but it's always very clearly shoehorned into whatever schedule I've set up.

Case in point: I feel like all of my effort right now has to go into maintaining my weight, to the point that I don't feel like it leaves enough time for me to have a job.  I currently have the desire for my hypothetical job to be one that keeps me active, but with the way corporate America is set up, I won't be able to make enough money to live on my own in the city that I'd be working in with such a job.  Because, you know, apparently people whose jobs involve constant physical exertion for 8 hours straight don't deserve to make a living wage.  Or, apparently, nobody deserves to make a living wage, according to the rich, the elite, and the Republican.

some shit

I keep this kind of shit off of my other blog, but here it's totally fair game.

I kinda feel like I'm in a hole lately.  Things are collapsing around me and I can't grab a hold and pull myself out.  It's all small things that by themselves any dickcheese could look at and say "oh hey just do this problem solved", but in doing so, they miss the point.

I got a lot of shit weighing on my mind and it's overwhelming.

The only reason I'm able to really have fun is because I'm ignoring all the issues piling up.  Every time I think about them my day just goes to shit.

So.  Things that need to change, or otherwise need fixing:

• I need a job.
• I need to move out of my parents' place (again).
• I need a car to call my own.
• My main computer died.
• My server died.
• I need a new system switcher for my consoles, the current one has flaky video connections (at the very least).
• I need to play the backlog of games I have piled up, rather than using it as a trophy that only ever gets bigger.

I'm sure there's more than that, but it's all I can remember at the moment, and I'm about to go to sleep, so it's all that's going to be in this post.

Realizations

I'm surrounded by weeaboos.

These people have never had any decent level of exposure to any element of any culture other than Japanese manga, animation, and music.

>2017
>not knowing about or appreciating classic American rock
>only getting your entertainment with an audio language of Japanese
>acknowledging that you've shortchanged yourself by not having branched out, but still not branching out

Also is it me or are the majority of millennials also SJWs?  Every fucking time I'm out with friends it's "that's probably racist" or "whitewashing" or "misogyny" or some other piece of fucking bullshit.

PROTIP: any time I hear any of the above quoted words/phrases, I immediately tune out the rest of what you have to say, because it's not worth my fucking time to listen to your drivel.

I guess it's my fault for surrounding myself with people that are 12+ years younger than me.  I should "just get a job" and find friends my own age, I guess.

It happened.

A couple weeks ago, my dad sold the Civic out from under me.  In the most conniving way possible, by refusing to help me get it to the point where it would pass inspection.  The tires were worn too much and needed to be replaced, and the edge of the driver's seat belt needed to be trimmed and re-fused since it was fraying.  Plus maybe brake pads, I dunno.

My complaints about the Toyota still go in one ear and out the other.  I haven't driven anywhere since the day the Civic was sold, because I refuse to drive that death trap so long as it has its terrible combination of floaty suspension and incredibly stiff brake pedal.  Front wheel drive cars already understeer enough as-is, the floaty suspension makes that worse by lengthening weight-shift time, and the nearly digital brake pedal exacerbates things by making it too easy to brake too much.

The rear view mirror, while present, is totally busted and can't be adjusted at all.  If you try, it just falls back to wherever it wants to be, which is hardly a useful position.

Also, the gas pedal is there, obviously, because when I push it down the car goes, but I can't feel it underneath my foot.  It offers no resistance at all.

I feel as though all of these are valid concerns that deserve consideration, but the only response I've gotten is "you'll just have to get used to it".  My mom agrees with me about the rear view mirror, but there's been zero actual progress, so merely agreeing with me isn't really helping.  Because they're terrible people, they assume that I intend to sit around while my dad does all this work.  While I do feel as though part of getting rid of the Civic should have involved addressing these concerns so the transition would be a smooth one, never once have I refused to help.

The thing is, my parents expect me to be psychic.  If one of them is doing something and they'd really like my help with it, I'm somehow just supposed to know they want my help.  You know, while I'm in a completely separate part of the house.  They make zero attempt to communicate these desires for assistance with me, and somehow I'm to blame for not helping.  Because of this, I "don't do anything around the house".  I actually started keeping track of everything I did around the house on a daily basis at one point, but when I revealed I was doing so, I was told that doing this was "childish".

Fuck my life.

All I Want For Christmas Is Parents Who Aren't Assholes

So my dad is determined to get rid of the Civic.  You know, the car I drive, that he doesn't.  He considers all my opinions about the car he wants me to drive instead (a Toyota Corolla) to be invalid.  There's no stopping him.

My mom is no better.  She insulates him from my dissent and my overall negative opinion of him.  She's his "yes man".  Every time I have a criticism of him, it's me who needs to reconsider saying anything at all.  When she does say anything at all on my behalf, it's watered down and incredibly sugarcoated.  Never once has she been on my side when my dad and I have had a real dispute, though.  He's always right, I'm always wrong.

Look, dad, I know you're butthurt that I still live with you.  Antagonizing me at every turn isn't the way to get rid of me.  If you want me to be there when you're in assisted living 20 years from now, you'd best start being nice to me now.  Wait, no, never mind, 33 (and counting) years of being an asshole to me can't be made up by going back on a single poorly conceived decision.

Can I still be adopted, legally, by parents who aren't assholes?

Can somewhere around here hire me so I can move out and cut these douchenozzles out of my life once and for all?

I mean, I know Bodo's has the Now Hiring signs back up.  But I'd rather not work there, given that my asshole parents go there every Tuesday evening for dinner.  I feel like explaining why I'm open every evening but Tuesday would be a little weird.

Look for me on the news in a few days?  Dunno.  Desperate times call for desperate measures.