It's been a while - Three months in fact, since I decided to write on things.
On the bright side, things have stabilized somewhat. A whole lot of nothing happened, mostly cause I've been doing my damnest to make sure that nothing happens.
In short, I actually like being really bored a lot, simply cause if you're bored, nothing exciting or terminal has happened. Like oh, being shot at or what not.
Okay, apart from things like heatwaves and what have you anyway.
Out of the things that did happen though during what I consider 'I want to be chronically bored, because excitement gets me into trouble' phase....
1. For whatever reason, apparently I'm required by some intergalactic law to be able to come up with all sorts of things in a hurry, because people and situations keep asking me for things that, at least at face value, there'd be no reason for me to know. I'm pretty sure there isn't a school for this sort of thing, is there?
- Like for instance, the correct steps to intervene in a suicide attempt, where the other guy is armed with a bladed weapon and is threatening to kill themselves, and anyone who's crazy enough to stop them. Or a suicide attempt where you're several thousand kilometres away from the other guy.
- Or the correct steps on how to remove an arm that should have rightfully got sheered off due to a traffic accident that damaged the door, and hey, you just happen to be the closest person who got to watch a car hit face first into a truck.
- Or the best place to stand in the event of a gunman deciding that someone needs to die today, and you're just walking by. No, I made sure I left in one piece.
2. For whatever reason, I'm also required by some intergalactic law to have knowledge of a whole bunch of diverse things that on request, I have to be able to recite facts of.
So I've been asked to as of this month...
- been asked to source various old video consoles, for replacement and modification.
- figured out through sheer force of trial and error on how to repair a Vita by concluding which bits are interchangeable between the 1000, 1001 and 1002 lines. (The short answer is 90%. There's a couple of modifications to be done due to slight differences in the parts, and I am now back in possession of a Frankenstein Vita that's able to broadcast out.)
- been asked to figure out how to analyze and then make effective a couple of campaigns that are apparently about to launch, including one political campaign.
- Spec a computer from parts, to be a mainstay gaming platform, while ensuring that the computer can do high quality recording.
- Arrange for specialised equipment, and figuring out the three seperate places someone has to visit in Japan to make arrangements for specialised modifications. Apparently if you want a N3DSXL USB broadcast mod, a Vita USB broadcast mod, a SNES HDMI display mod, or a specialized HDCP breaker, you might want to ask me for acquisition methods and costs.
- Analyse and explain economic models, assist in a couple of investigations, and account for various frauds on the face of the planet. Nothing like understanding and helping to explain how to destroy national economies, account for huge fraud, and break in four security systems while still in your nightie.
3. Apparently the natural laws of probability don't apply to me either, at least when I found out when a friend dropped off FE Awakening (And borrowed the US copy of FE Fates I've been sitting on, due to a lack of real interest).
Apparently when I play FE Awakening Lunatic, the AI can't seem to miss any shot below 52%, which is a problem, because the first 3 stages it's nearly impossible to actually reduce enemy hit chances much below that. Or at least they didn't, 72 times in a row. We did the math, and apparently the odds of that happening (assuming flucutations and accounting for the skew due to the FE RNG modifications) somewhere between 1 in a a couple of quadrillion, and a septmillion.
Oh, and before you ask - it wasn't a spot wielding because the % odds when I tried to hit them were behaving mostly just fine (within reasonable margins of error). I started laughing after AI hit number 28.
For the record, the odds of winning the lottery are not anywhere near close to this. Yes, this was counted for over about 3 hours of constant play and resets (since you can't make battle saves)
Some people win the lottery, or score the best job ever, or other happy fun things.
Apparently I blow my absurd luck on asking the AI to kick my ass just cause they can. That and I haven't figured out a way how to make a program to select numbers based on the odds of absolutely horrible things happening to me yet.
Sad part is, that sort of thing doesn't even have me bat an eyelid. I mean, I play Xcom, I expect the absolute worst to happen.
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Yes, this is the sort of thing I barely register, because I really, REALLY am trying my very best to keep my life boring. I actually make a note not to leave the house unless absolutely necessary, just because, well, apparently when I do things, things just... happen.
I dunno. People ask me 'So what sort of person are you?' and I mention that I don't go out to have fun, and that I spend a lot of time at home, and I honestly don't travel or do things unless I have a reason to.
I'm pretty much your average run of the mill housewife without the married part, so I predictably get told that I really should get out more, because staying at home so much isn't healthy.
Then I tell them what happens when I do go out, then they mysteriously go quiet, because apparently when I go out into the world, the world decides that things must happen. People magically expect you to know everything, and look at you like you fail at life's simplest things when you protest on how unlikely one person should happen to know the mechanical aspects of PCI-e lanes, corporate law, how to override a car door's airbag system, suicide safety protocol, concealment and covering fire, and the time it takes for someone to make it to Sydney Airport Domestic Terminal 11 from 50 Pitt Street Sydney to prove that that the cellular GPS data wasn't inaccurate and did in fact reveal a side trip...
Then make you do it anyway, like the above is a cakewalk for your average five year old.
... Then for good measure, you then find out that you're mysteriously failing at cooking, when you have blisters over both hands due to minor accidents in the kitchen, for things you normally do without question.
Yeah, I might be rambling just a little bit, but I dunno. At some point I think I want to just quit at life only cause I'm tired of all this fantastical crap. There's no reward, pay or incentive in it all, and most of the time, you earn the scorn of the people you interact with, because they want to believe a view as opposed to dealing with what's actually there in front of you, and get very, very upset when you explain that hope isn't a substitute for the things you actually have to do to get things done.
And yes, this is when I think I'm horribly bored. I'm trying my damn best to be a very boring person, and it's simply not working.