When you just don't give two shits
Sunday, October 07, 2007
To whom it may concern,
Please don't take this the wrong way but I'm having a tremendously awful day and I just have to say, I don't really care about your graphics card. I don't, I really don't. Nor do I care about how big your laptop screen size is or will be. If you want to brag about your computer/laptop/server or machine-that-allows-you-to-process-word-documents, it is quite painfully obvious you're directing it to the wrong audience--i.e. a person who isn't the "hardcore" power user. Frankly, that's not my idea of a healthy conversation when you obsess over technological parts like there's nothing else to talk about. What about the weather? The color of your pet's fur? Perhaps your kitchen stoneware?
This is (sadly) not the first time you've brought up your (or soon to be yours) computer specs, not the second... and it definitely doesn't seem like it's going to be the last. I like my technology but it's disturbing to have to talk about how sexy your graphics card is every time you open your mouth. This is why I ignore you after awhile. Or I just phase out.
The way I see it, I don't talk to you about let's say, shoes to the extent I put you in an awkward situation where you have to uncomfortably albeit obligingly agree or disagree with what I say when in reality you're thinking of the quickest exit out of the conversation without having to resort to, "What the fuck are you talking about, you dumb bitch?"
Now, pay attention. This is the difficult part; following the train of thought from the previous paragraph: STOP TALKING TO ME ABOUT YOUR DAMN GRAPHICS CARD. I am your friend and my heart bleeds at the possibility of needing to call you a dumb bitch just to stake the point home... through your heart.
Stop being a bitter, arrogant snot and buy the damn thing already. Or heck, I don't know. Frame it up, worship it on your altar, sacrifice virgins to the almighty graphics card or have a picnic with it. In any case, I just don't want to hear what you did with it after. Ever.
I also have to point out that I have absolutely NO (takde, nada, mou, mei, bo) interest whatsoever in glorifying the fact that you can log into WoW smack in the middle of Shattrah City at a super kinky 70 fps. If it looks smooth, more power to you. Do I look like I really, really, really care if I can't see the intricate shimmer on the underside of Al'dal's otherworldly form? I also don't give two shits if you're crying about lacking anymore settings you can turn up because the resolution is maxed out and even Bioshock looks completely awesome. Boo bloody hoo. And again, I can't emphasize how much I just really don't care.
Actually, scratch that "really"; I JUST DON'T CARE.
Regards,
nekomatta
To whom it may concern,
Please don't take this the wrong way but I'm having a tremendously awful day and I just have to say, I don't really care about your graphics card. I don't, I really don't. Nor do I care about how big your laptop screen size is or will be. If you want to brag about your computer/laptop/server or machine-that-allows-you-to-process-word-documents, it is quite painfully obvious you're directing it to the wrong audience--i.e. a person who isn't the "hardcore" power user. Frankly, that's not my idea of a healthy conversation when you obsess over technological parts like there's nothing else to talk about. What about the weather? The color of your pet's fur? Perhaps your kitchen stoneware?
This is (sadly) not the first time you've brought up your (or soon to be yours) computer specs, not the second... and it definitely doesn't seem like it's going to be the last. I like my technology but it's disturbing to have to talk about how sexy your graphics card is every time you open your mouth. This is why I ignore you after awhile. Or I just phase out.
The way I see it, I don't talk to you about let's say, shoes to the extent I put you in an awkward situation where you have to uncomfortably albeit obligingly agree or disagree with what I say when in reality you're thinking of the quickest exit out of the conversation without having to resort to, "What the fuck are you talking about, you dumb bitch?"
Now, pay attention. This is the difficult part; following the train of thought from the previous paragraph: STOP TALKING TO ME ABOUT YOUR DAMN GRAPHICS CARD. I am your friend and my heart bleeds at the possibility of needing to call you a dumb bitch just to stake the point home... through your heart.
Stop being a bitter, arrogant snot and buy the damn thing already. Or heck, I don't know. Frame it up, worship it on your altar, sacrifice virgins to the almighty graphics card or have a picnic with it. In any case, I just don't want to hear what you did with it after. Ever.
I also have to point out that I have absolutely NO (takde, nada, mou, mei, bo) interest whatsoever in glorifying the fact that you can log into WoW smack in the middle of Shattrah City at a super kinky 70 fps. If it looks smooth, more power to you. Do I look like I really, really, really care if I can't see the intricate shimmer on the underside of Al'dal's otherworldly form? I also don't give two shits if you're crying about lacking anymore settings you can turn up because the resolution is maxed out and even Bioshock looks completely awesome. Boo bloody hoo. And again, I can't emphasize how much I just really don't care.
Actually, scratch that "really"; I JUST DON'T CARE.
Regards,
nekomatta
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