OK. I promised myself I wasn’t going to come back to this thread and berate you for writing in an incomprehensible manner any more, but you need to explain the background to that one too. Why on earth is your hand numb due to a sales job where you couldn’t use a computer?
In the old days we used magazines.
If you’re lucky, he’ll explain the Lima bean hammock and the Mason jar. Oh, and carrots.
(blah) The first assumption was that my physical disability was because of the idiots I worked for. Two days later I can see that they had a part in it.
You’re just playing with us now. What did they have to do with it?
This is just like those old serials that end in a cliffhanger with the hero dangling from a hot-air balloon over a volcano and trying to peel a banana with his teeth, but at the beginning of the next episode he’s dressed in a clown suit and riding a giraffe while being chased by a locomotive.
Too much silliness for not enough payoff. Time to sneak into another theater.
I’m scared.
No, cmyk, these men are nihilists, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
This started out as a rant about working with and for Luddites. I should quit before I actually start trolling.
But my hand is still numb.
WHY?
Damn it, if you’re going to post to a messageboard, speak English. And in a rational A-then-B-then-C-then-D form.
Instead of ABCD, your rants are CABD (… ok, I was being charitable… more like CABQRSXYZ947£§¶thenfinallyD).
I first thought it was my carpel tunnel acting up, but then I realized that, because I was using a handset instead of a headset, the way I was resting my elbow on my desk was pinching a nerve, which still isn’t entirely unpinched, thus the numbness.
Jesus, people, do I have to explain EVERYTHING? Can’t you just figure it out or, as sensible people IRL do, can’t you just ignore me? 
Oh, and I rarely get all the way to D, digs. I usually trail off well before £, having seen something shiny.
All I can say is that I sincerely hope that you never are accused of any crime, have to give any sort of witness statement, or speak in a court. It will not go well for you.
Honest to fucking God, I can place one foot in front of the other! Okay, that’s when I’m walking, not talking, and as a wobbly, old, fat man I’m not always successful, but…
Ooh! Shiny!
What was the question?
He’s not a poster I normally remember exists, but every time I see a thread he has started it reminds me of the last time I opened one of his threads. While I won’t presume to have read them all, more often than not when I’ve stumbled into them he is very obviously just one of those people who wants to use a public message board as a slightly more interactive version of a LiveJournal / blog.
Most people that do this here post a few threads with half-explained personal problems and then disappear when they realize that random message boards aren’t their Facebook wall or LiveJournal account. dropzone on the other hand has been around for a long time and also seems to engage in normal posting sometimes, but sometimes not. He’s probably got a mild to serious personality disorder, perhaps even a touch of a diagnosable mental illness from the DSM-IV, combined with what is probably abuse of mind altering drugs and I think that explains his variable posting style.
And I’m going to assume he’s half-trolling, but I also genuinely think his online persona here is a partial reflection of his real life personality. Which probably explains why he’s an engineer that has been posting threads about his shitty life being marginally employed with a wife he needs to periodically pit for the past few years. People who are prone to being incoherent and who have borderline personality disorders, substance abuse problems and etc aren’t highly employable people.
Thanks, Martin. Always loved you, too. And I’m the same person online and offline.
A favorite cartoon, from memory: Guy speaking to his wife says, “I was in the lunch room; it’s not really the lunch room but is a place where some people eat their lunch; and I heard some girls; actually they were not girls but were young women; ask why engineers are so boring.”
I for one, was shocked, shocked I tell you, to see the Pit being used for something other than rational discourse. This kind of nonsense belongs in GQ.
Thanks, Tri. This needs to be repeated:
This is the fucking Pit. I was ranting. Coherence and step-by-step explanations belong in other fora. I have tried to explain myself, but those explanations belong elsewhere.
Yes, it is my fault for trying to explain them here. I am an enabler.
That’s what you get for cold-calling pornography shops.
And it’s lasted over 4 hours, you should seek medicial attention.