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Politeness versus the Assholes

Posted 2010.09.09 14.42 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather by Stephanie

Common courtesy, decency, and just simply being polite only really, really work when everyone plays by the same rules. You can have 10 people in any situation and even if 9 of them are decent, polite, courteous folk, it still only takes one asshole to piss off the rest and make it a bad day.

The asshole will get their way, get what they want, cut in line or do whatever it is that suits them best — and they will get away with it — simply because everyone else is too polite to make a fuss.

Well I’m sick of it. I’m tired of assholes taking advantage of me or walking all over me just because I’m too polite or too nice.

It sounds stupid but I wanna be an asshole too. I wanna be able to cut in line, barge infront of people, or generally act as if I’m the most important person around, and I wanna goddamnwell get away with it because everyone else is too polite to get involved or make a scene.

I’m not rich enough, attractive enough, or egotistical enough to successfully pull off the “I’m better than the rest of you losers” attitude. But I am unstable enough to pull off the “Mentally disturbed / slightly crazy / doesn’t know any better” deal.


Ok I don’t think I can really pre-emptively asshole my way through life. I just don’t have it in me. But I am pretty sure I can do it on a reactive basis. Next time someone tries to asshole their way ahead of me, I can pull the nucking-futters thing. At the very least, just to see what happens.

So if you see some jerk being an asshole then some middle-aged woman starts yelling and holding her head and twitching, let me know what you think. Or join in, it’ll be fun.

Full Contact Solitaire

Posted 2010.02.18 13.12 in Computers/Internet/Technology, Life On Drugs by Stephanie

So I was playing solitaire on my Nintendo DS, when I caught the DS cheating. I’d been suspicious of it for some time, but this time I definately caught it playing around with me, and then we got into an argument. It went something like this:

Me: Ooh, a red six. I can put that on the black seven!.
DS: No, that doesn’t go there.
Me: What do you mean? Red sixes go on black sevens.
DS: It’s not a six, it’s an eight, see?
Me: It was a six! You changed it!
DS: Hahaha!
Me: Well bugger it, I’m putting the red eight on the black seven anyways!
DS: You can’t that’s against the rules.
Me: Heck with your rules, you’re not the boss of me!
DS: I might not be the boss of you, but I am the boss of this game. So what I say goes!
Me: Well screw it then. I’m going to play some Star Trek. I hacked that so I am the boss there. You’re going to be the Klingons and I’m going to kick your ass all over the Gorath sector!
DS: Fuck.

That’s exactly how it went down. And I did kick its ass in Star Trek.

p.s. Yes I know I’m a geek.