#PastebinMonday 07/29/2019

What a Rough Week Edition

Hey guys, how’s it goin?

The Nintendo Puzzle Collection Panel de Pon Easy mode attempt counter currently sits at 730. That is 717 tries to improve my time from November 2017 without success. I went through almost 500 of them this past week. It is not uncommon at this high level to go months without progress, but this feels ridiculous to have to go through it for Easy mode. How long did the Puzzle Challenge Easy mode grind take? …Nah, better not bring up those painful memories. All I know that I will be making more painful memories with NPC this week. It will make the eventual payoff feel all the more sweet.

I think I also have a routine going with my Rhino Rumble TAS. I think working through the game one level at a time per day will be best for my mental health. Last week, I combed through Jungle 1. Now, Jungle 2 is done. Turns out that there is room to jump over the last monkey in the level. The low ceiling makes the jump difficult, but I suppose I could find myself practicing that. It will be dependent on the projectile cycle, though. I don’t usually make it to the end of the level soon enough to make it feasible, if not outright impossible. That will be something to tackle months down the line, however.

Alright, time to stop burying the lead. Last week was a rough one for me, personally, and I’ve said that I was going to tell you why here. It comes down to two things. One, a co-worker told me to shut up and not question the boss’s orders. I had always suspected that my workplace promoted a yes-man culture and this confirmed it. That left me a little depressed because yes-men are terrible for business and I don’t want to be terrible for business. Some people are just more concerned with keeping their jobs.

Here’s the bigger thing that affected me last week. My grandfather died on Thursday. His health had been failing him for months, but I don’t recall any doctor actually figuring out what the problem was. He had stopped eating very much and became quite frail. There was a cancer scare, but nothing was ever confirmed. Not to mention the years of dementia. I’m not sure I’ll ever know what the cause of death was. This may be the suspected autism in me talking, but I don’t value social relationships very much and my long-term memory is crap. My grandfather had not been a part of my life for about 15 years and I did not miss the interaction so the news didn’t actually hit home too much. My mother, of course, was completely distraught over losing her father. You know, I don’t actually know my biological father and my step-father has been out of my normal life for years. That’s a feeling I’m never going to have. I don’t think my grandmother took it well, either. She was a couple of months away from celebrating a 60th wedding anniversary. I’m never going to experience that feeling either, am I? The worst part is, those realizations don’t make me feel sad. I am emotionally fucked up.

That’s my life story for the week. Until next time, everyone, thanks for reading!

--Cards