I'm Back. I'm Dumb.

[brettlees]

Busting down another door!
Keep bringing it

12th floor, sir...enjoy your stay

Congrats WP...QUIT EDD w/ YOU

way to be!

[schaef418]

Busting down another door!
Keep bringing it

12th floor, sir...enjoy your stay

Congrats WP...QUIT EDD w/ YOU

[cbird65]

Busting down another door!
Keep bringing it

[Nolaq]

How I became an old man over the weekend

I fucking love video games. I have since the day I opened my first system on Christmas morning. It was an Atari 7800, and it was awesome. Xevious and Dig Dug were my games, and I played with that far through the introduction of the NES. A few years later, I got one of those. Then we got a Genesis. In fact, for most of my life, I have had a video game system in my househould that I regularly play. As a father of 2, I barely get to touch the X-Box anymore (mainly when I break out the guitar to play RockSmith). My sons love Minecraft, and those pixalated boxes give me a headache within five minutes.

Well, for his birthday, my son asked for the new game Destiny. His aunt got it for him, and he put the disk in to play. Immediately, he was met with an error message and I was summoned. Apparently the game requires 20 gigabytes of memory to play and our weak ass shit won't cover that. No problem. I plug memory sticks in the back all the time to up the memory. "We'll stop at the store later..." I say. Well, it was Sunday night and he had a hockey game. After the game, we attempted a quick CVS stop (on the way) to find them sold out of large memory sticks. I went to the Gamestop that was in the plaza, but it was apparently closed for good and I had no idea. I said "fuck it" and headed across the town to the next closest Gamestop to find that it was already closed. We ended up at Target.

With memory stick in hand (and a quick look through the XBox section to make sure there weren't any better options), we head home ($35). I tell him to shower while I get it going and updating. I plug in the stick, fire it up, and....same fucking message. WTF? I make a quick trip to the computer only to learn that the memory we got won't work, and we needed to upgrade our hard drive. $109.99??? REALLY!??? I search around a little, watch a 10 year old pout because he can't play his new game, and put a refurbished one from Gamestop on hold for the next day ($35). I stop by in the afternoon, and as I'm paying for the thing, I explain the events from the previous night. He gets a concerned look on his face and asks me which XBox I have from different models lined up above him. It turns out that the cheaper options they offered fit the slim and newer models (and not the older one I have). Guess what? $109.99. I disgustingly throw my credit card down, pay for the shit, look crazy, and leave. My son better love this.

I get home and plug in the hard drive. I fire up the game and it begins installing all sorts of shit and updating patches and just making the XBox go insane. I reboot 3 times due to updates, and get to the character creation screen. I turn it off, and I wait for him to come home from school to find that his awesome dad got it all set up for him. After his homework was done, he (and now his friend that shows up) get ready to play. Nope. They get another error, I am summoned again, and I try to fix it. It has an error code "Cattle" and I head to the computer for a solution. It turns out that Destiny is completely online. If their servers are down, you can't fucking play. If their servers are slow, you can't fucking play. The offered solution is "keep trying." 'finger' I then do a little more reading and realize that you can't play two player on it either unless you have 2 Xbox Gold accounts ($60) so my son is going to be pissed about that one too. While I'm fuming over all this, I hear "We did it!!!" from upstairs and they finally get to play.

That evening, he makes a special point of calling his aunt and telling her how awesome the game was. I get jack shit from him despite spending twice as much in money, headaches, and time. When did video games become so fucking complicated that we can't even play a disk that we buy without an internet connection? I understand multiplayer, but surely you just sometimes want to pop in a disk and play without all that hassle...right? And, back in my day, accessories were optional. Fuck all these hidden costs. Minecraft (all squares) requires an HDMI cord for split screen. Fuck that.

Wait.

Back in my day?

Shit. It happened.

OMFG, I lived that same process when my son received one of the Halo games...only to do the research and see all the mass quantities of BS that Microsoft has placed on that hard drive causing the space to be limited...FUCKERS.

My son is also on destiny playing and it love watching him play because I remember back in the day when my dad would play Madden with me on the Sega Genesis and I would kick his ass...only to now be the recipient of a good old ass kicking from my son. Call Of Duty, Halo, Destiny, anything but Forza he is kicking my @$$ on, however I am still having fun because every time I watch him play I see myself years ago immersed in an intense session of Legend of Zelda or Super Mario Brothers.

It is amazing how far things have come even from me standing in like for the first release of the Sony Playstation.

Unfortunately my poor son is laying around today with a freshly broken arm and cannot "play" xBox for a couple weeks.

P.S. I will be really excited when someone replaces my work computer mouse with an old Nintendo Power Glove.

I had issues on my kids PS3 with the Y2K baseball and sports games. Sure, current roster changes every month is cool, but if it crashes every other month it sucks.

You sound like me on the phone to HP.

'Finger'

[Thumblewort]

How I became an old man over the weekend

I fucking love video games. I have since the day I opened my first system on Christmas morning. It was an Atari 7800, and it was awesome. Xevious and Dig Dug were my games, and I played with that far through the introduction of the NES. A few years later, I got one of those. Then we got a Genesis. In fact, for most of my life, I have had a video game system in my househould that I regularly play. As a father of 2, I barely get to touch the X-Box anymore (mainly when I break out the guitar to play RockSmith). My sons love Minecraft, and those pixalated boxes give me a headache within five minutes.

Well, for his birthday, my son asked for the new game Destiny. His aunt got it for him, and he put the disk in to play. Immediately, he was met with an error message and I was summoned. Apparently the game requires 20 gigabytes of memory to play and our weak ass shit won't cover that. No problem. I plug memory sticks in the back all the time to up the memory. "We'll stop at the store later..." I say. Well, it was Sunday night and he had a hockey game. After the game, we attempted a quick CVS stop (on the way) to find them sold out of large memory sticks. I went to the Gamestop that was in the plaza, but it was apparently closed for good and I had no idea. I said "fuck it" and headed across the town to the next closest Gamestop to find that it was already closed. We ended up at Target.

With memory stick in hand (and a quick look through the XBox section to make sure there weren't any better options), we head home ($35). I tell him to shower while I get it going and updating. I plug in the stick, fire it up, and....same fucking message. WTF? I make a quick trip to the computer only to learn that the memory we got won't work, and we needed to upgrade our hard drive. $109.99??? REALLY!??? I search around a little, watch a 10 year old pout because he can't play his new game, and put a refurbished one from Gamestop on hold for the next day ($35). I stop by in the afternoon, and as I'm paying for the thing, I explain the events from the previous night. He gets a concerned look on his face and asks me which XBox I have from different models lined up above him. It turns out that the cheaper options they offered fit the slim and newer models (and not the older one I have). Guess what? $109.99. I disgustingly throw my credit card down, pay for the shit, look crazy, and leave. My son better love this.

I get home and plug in the hard drive. I fire up the game and it begins installing all sorts of shit and updating patches and just making the XBox go insane. I reboot 3 times due to updates, and get to the character creation screen. I turn it off, and I wait for him to come home from school to find that his awesome dad got it all set up for him. After his homework was done, he (and now his friend that shows up) get ready to play. Nope. They get another error, I am summoned again, and I try to fix it. It has an error code "Cattle" and I head to the computer for a solution. It turns out that Destiny is completely online. If their servers are down, you can't fucking play. If their servers are slow, you can't fucking play. The offered solution is "keep trying." 'finger' I then do a little more reading and realize that you can't play two player on it either unless you have 2 Xbox Gold accounts ($60) so my son is going to be pissed about that one too. While I'm fuming over all this, I hear "We did it!!!" from upstairs and they finally get to play.

That evening, he makes a special point of calling his aunt and telling her how awesome the game was. I get jack shit from him despite spending twice as much in money, headaches, and time. When did video games become so fucking complicated that we can't even play a disk that we buy without an internet connection? I understand multiplayer, but surely you just sometimes want to pop in a disk and play without all that hassle...right? And, back in my day, accessories were optional. Fuck all these hidden costs. Minecraft (all squares) requires an HDMI cord for split screen. Fuck that.

Wait.

Back in my day?

Shit. It happened.

OMFG, I lived that same process when my son received one of the Halo games...only to do the research and see all the mass quantities of BS that Microsoft has placed on that hard drive causing the space to be limited...FUCKERS.

My son is also on destiny playing and it love watching him play because I remember back in the day when my dad would play Madden with me on the Sega Genesis and I would kick his ass...only to now be the recipient of a good old ass kicking from my son. Call Of Duty, Halo, Destiny, anything but Forza he is kicking my @$$ on, however I am still having fun because every time I watch him play I see myself years ago immersed in an intense session of Legend of Zelda or Super Mario Brothers.

It is amazing how far things have come even from me standing in like for the first release of the Sony Playstation.

Unfortunately my poor son is laying around today with a freshly broken arm and cannot "play" xBox for a couple weeks.

P.S. I will be really excited when someone replaces my work computer mouse with an old Nintendo Power Glove.

I had issues on my kids PS3 with the Y2K baseball and sports games. Sure, current roster changes every month is cool, but if it crashes every other month it sucks.

[Pinched]

How I became an old man over the weekend

I fucking love video games. I have since the day I opened my first system on Christmas morning. It was an Atari 7800, and it was awesome. Xevious and Dig Dug were my games, and I played with that far through the introduction of the NES. A few years later, I got one of those. Then we got a Genesis. In fact, for most of my life, I have had a video game system in my househould that I regularly play. As a father of 2, I barely get to touch the X-Box anymore (mainly when I break out the guitar to play RockSmith). My sons love Minecraft, and those pixalated boxes give me a headache within five minutes.

Well, for his birthday, my son asked for the new game Destiny. His aunt got it for him, and he put the disk in to play. Immediately, he was met with an error message and I was summoned. Apparently the game requires 20 gigabytes of memory to play and our weak ass shit won't cover that. No problem. I plug memory sticks in the back all the time to up the memory. "We'll stop at the store later..." I say. Well, it was Sunday night and he had a hockey game. After the game, we attempted a quick CVS stop (on the way) to find them sold out of large memory sticks. I went to the Gamestop that was in the plaza, but it was apparently closed for good and I had no idea. I said "fuck it" and headed across the town to the next closest Gamestop to find that it was already closed. We ended up at Target.

With memory stick in hand (and a quick look through the XBox section to make sure there weren't any better options), we head home ($35). I tell him to shower while I get it going and updating. I plug in the stick, fire it up, and....same fucking message. WTF? I make a quick trip to the computer only to learn that the memory we got won't work, and we needed to upgrade our hard drive. $109.99??? REALLY!??? I search around a little, watch a 10 year old pout because he can't play his new game, and put a refurbished one from Gamestop on hold for the next day ($35). I stop by in the afternoon, and as I'm paying for the thing, I explain the events from the previous night. He gets a concerned look on his face and asks me which XBox I have from different models lined up above him. It turns out that the cheaper options they offered fit the slim and newer models (and not the older one I have). Guess what? $109.99. I disgustingly throw my credit card down, pay for the shit, look crazy, and leave. My son better love this.

I get home and plug in the hard drive. I fire up the game and it begins installing all sorts of shit and updating patches and just making the XBox go insane. I reboot 3 times due to updates, and get to the character creation screen. I turn it off, and I wait for him to come home from school to find that his awesome dad got it all set up for him. After his homework was done, he (and now his friend that shows up) get ready to play. Nope. They get another error, I am summoned again, and I try to fix it. It has an error code "Cattle" and I head to the computer for a solution. It turns out that Destiny is completely online. If their servers are down, you can't fucking play. If their servers are slow, you can't fucking play. The offered solution is "keep trying." 'finger' I then do a little more reading and realize that you can't play two player on it either unless you have 2 Xbox Gold accounts ($60) so my son is going to be pissed about that one too. While I'm fuming over all this, I hear "We did it!!!" from upstairs and they finally get to play.

That evening, he makes a special point of calling his aunt and telling her how awesome the game was. I get jack shit from him despite spending twice as much in money, headaches, and time. When did video games become so fucking complicated that we can't even play a disk that we buy without an internet connection? I understand multiplayer, but surely you just sometimes want to pop in a disk and play without all that hassle...right? And, back in my day, accessories were optional. Fuck all these hidden costs. Minecraft (all squares) requires an HDMI cord for split screen. Fuck that.

Wait.

Back in my day?

Shit. It happened.

OMFG, I lived that same process when my son received one of the Halo games...only to do the research and see all the mass quantities of BS that Microsoft has placed on that hard drive causing the space to be limited...FUCKERS.

My son is also on destiny playing and it love watching him play because I remember back in the day when my dad would play Madden with me on the Sega Genesis and I would kick his ass...only to now be the recipient of a good old ass kicking from my son. Call Of Duty, Halo, Destiny, anything but Forza he is kicking my @$$ on, however I am still having fun because every time I watch him play I see myself years ago immersed in an intense session of Legend of Zelda or Super Mario Brothers.

It is amazing how far things have come even from me standing in like for the first release of the Sony Playstation.

Unfortunately my poor son is laying around today with a freshly broken arm and cannot "play" xBox for a couple weeks.

P.S. I will be really excited when someone replaces my work computer mouse with an old Nintendo Power Glove.

[wastepanel]

How I became an old man over the weekend

I fucking love video games. I have since the day I opened my first system on Christmas morning. It was an Atari 7800, and it was awesome. Xevious and Dig Dug were my games, and I played with that far through the introduction of the NES. A few years later, I got one of those. Then we got a Genesis. In fact, for most of my life, I have had a video game system in my househould that I regularly play. As a father of 2, I barely get to touch the X-Box anymore (mainly when I break out the guitar to play RockSmith). My sons love Minecraft, and those pixalated boxes give me a headache within five minutes.

Well, for his birthday, my son asked for the new game Destiny. His aunt got it for him, and he put the disk in to play. Immediately, he was met with an error message and I was summoned. Apparently the game requires 20 gigabytes of memory to play and our weak ass shit won't cover that. No problem. I plug memory sticks in the back all the time to up the memory. "We'll stop at the store later..." I say. Well, it was Sunday night and he had a hockey game. After the game, we attempted a quick CVS stop (on the way) to find them sold out of large memory sticks. I went to the Gamestop that was in the plaza, but it was apparently closed for good and I had no idea. I said "fuck it" and headed across the town to the next closest Gamestop to find that it was already closed. We ended up at Target.

With memory stick in hand (and a quick look through the XBox section to make sure there weren't any better options), we head home ($35). I tell him to shower while I get it going and updating. I plug in the stick, fire it up, and....same fucking message. WTF? I make a quick trip to the computer only to learn that the memory we got won't work, and we needed to upgrade our hard drive. $109.99??? REALLY!??? I search around a little, watch a 10 year old pout because he can't play his new game, and put a refurbished one from Gamestop on hold for the next day ($35). I stop by in the afternoon, and as I'm paying for the thing, I explain the events from the previous night. He gets a concerned look on his face and asks me which XBox I have from different models lined up above him. It turns out that the cheaper options they offered fit the slim and newer models (and not the older one I have). Guess what? $109.99. I disgustingly throw my credit card down, pay for the shit, look crazy, and leave. My son better love this.

I get home and plug in the hard drive. I fire up the game and it begins installing all sorts of shit and updating patches and just making the XBox go insane. I reboot 3 times due to updates, and get to the character creation screen. I turn it off, and I wait for him to come home from school to find that his awesome dad got it all set up for him. After his homework was done, he (and now his friend that shows up) get ready to play. Nope. They get another error, I am summoned again, and I try to fix it. It has an error code "Cattle" and I head to the computer for a solution. It turns out that Destiny is completely online. If their servers are down, you can't fucking play. If their servers are slow, you can't fucking play. The offered solution is "keep trying." 'finger' I then do a little more reading and realize that you can't play two player on it either unless you have 2 Xbox Gold accounts ($60) so my son is going to be pissed about that one too. While I'm fuming over all this, I hear "We did it!!!" from upstairs and they finally get to play.

That evening, he makes a special point of calling his aunt and telling her how awesome the game was. I get jack shit from him despite spending twice as much in money, headaches, and time. When did video games become so fucking complicated that we can't even play a disk that we buy without an internet connection? I understand multiplayer, but surely you just sometimes want to pop in a disk and play without all that hassle...right? And, back in my day, accessories were optional. Fuck all these hidden costs. Minecraft (all squares) requires an HDMI cord for split screen. Fuck that.

Wait.

Back in my day?

Shit. It happened.

[wastepanel]

Take what you need.

Leave the rest.

If you give 100% in your quit, I'll help you protect it. If you give any less, good luck.

We are brothers, and we need to stand beside each other. Push hard, but don't push too hard. Show some damn feelings. It ain't going to hurt ya.

bumpin my 2012 post...

[Mthomas3824]

It's been a busy weekend, and not because of the usual run of the mill fun activities I find taking over my life. We're on vacation this week (so the good people of South Carolina get to enjoy the beautiful sight of my shirtless body...ladies...).

I've always been apprehensive about the ocean. It's big, it's mean, and it's swallowed people whole. One of my first experiences I can remember is visiting Virginia Beach and seeing a girl bitten by a jelly fish within 5 minutes of arriving. I've seen every Jaws movies and many of its cheap rip-offs. When I was young, my Sunday school teacher lost her husband when he got sucked away by the undertow. I've carried many of these fears with me today, but now it's worse: I have kids.

When we hit the beach, I go into survival mode. My ears perk up, and my head is constantly swiveling to make sure that neither boy wanders 5 feet away from us. My wife, on the other hand, is completely comfortable and may place the ocean in her top five loves of this planet. She and the oldest make their way out a ways while I'm freaking out near shore. They love it.

Well, yesterday, the waves were rough. They were much calmer our first day here. My son, bored of hanging near the shore with his worrisome father, made a new game where he stopped a wave's fury with his boogie board. I grabbed the other one, and I must say...it was pretty fun. We started out laughing and diving into waves just a few feet in, but we slowly began moving further and further away from shore. What started out as water at knee level became water at waste level. Soon, waves were taller than our heads and we'd jump on top of them Jedi style. When we bored of that, we boogie boarded our way back to the shore. I was having fun...in the ocean!

The nic bitch always looms after we quit. She's a great big ocean of fury that we can lose ourselves in. She's that creepy undertow in life that pulls on your legs trying to force us down. She can take many forms, and usually does. In fact, the mere idea of facing her can seem quite daunting sometimes. Luckily, there are some good people here that make this shit bearable and even fun.

We aren't here to lecture to others how to quit. Individually, nobody knows everything about being quit. We aren't an echo chamber wannabe program. We will help you quit, and we expect that you will keep us quit. Have your brother's back, and don't betray that. Without this place, I fail. Without you, I fail. No excuses.

Nice...

+1

+2 Good story WP.

Wow, excellent share wastepanel. Really enjoyed that read. Thank you.

I love WP stories. Good read.

[jimthins]

It's been a busy weekend, and not because of the usual run of the mill fun activities I find taking over my life. We're on vacation this week (so the good people of South Carolina get to enjoy the beautiful sight of my shirtless body...ladies...).

I've always been apprehensive about the ocean. It's big, it's mean, and it's swallowed people whole. One of my first experiences I can remember is visiting Virginia Beach and seeing a girl bitten by a jelly fish within 5 minutes of arriving. I've seen every Jaws movies and many of its cheap rip-offs. When I was young, my Sunday school teacher lost her husband when he got sucked away by the undertow. I've carried many of these fears with me today, but now it's worse: I have kids.

When we hit the beach, I go into survival mode. My ears perk up, and my head is constantly swiveling to make sure that neither boy wanders 5 feet away from us. My wife, on the other hand, is completely comfortable and may place the ocean in her top five loves of this planet. She and the oldest make their way out a ways while I'm freaking out near shore. They love it.

Well, yesterday, the waves were rough. They were much calmer our first day here. My son, bored of hanging near the shore with his worrisome father, made a new game where he stopped a wave's fury with his boogie board. I grabbed the other one, and I must say...it was pretty fun. We started out laughing and diving into waves just a few feet in, but we slowly began moving further and further away from shore. What started out as water at knee level became water at waste level. Soon, waves were taller than our heads and we'd jump on top of them Jedi style. When we bored of that, we boogie boarded our way back to the shore. I was having fun...in the ocean!

The nic bitch always looms after we quit. She's a great big ocean of fury that we can lose ourselves in. She's that creepy undertow in life that pulls on your legs trying to force us down. She can take many forms, and usually does. In fact, the mere idea of facing her can seem quite daunting sometimes. Luckily, there are some good people here that make this shit bearable and even fun.

We aren't here to lecture to others how to quit. Individually, nobody knows everything about being quit. We aren't an echo chamber wannabe program. We will help you quit, and we expect that you will keep us quit. Have your brother's back, and don't betray that. Without this place, I fail. Without you, I fail. No excuses.

Nice...

+1

+2 Good story WP.

Wow, excellent share wastepanel. Really enjoyed that read. Thank you.

[rdad]

It's been a busy weekend, and not because of the usual run of the mill fun activities I find taking over my life. We're on vacation this week (so the good people of South Carolina get to enjoy the beautiful sight of my shirtless body...ladies...).

I've always been apprehensive about the ocean. It's big, it's mean, and it's swallowed people whole. One of my first experiences I can remember is visiting Virginia Beach and seeing a girl bitten by a jelly fish within 5 minutes of arriving. I've seen every Jaws movies and many of its cheap rip-offs. When I was young, my Sunday school teacher lost her husband when he got sucked away by the undertow. I've carried many of these fears with me today, but now it's worse: I have kids.

When we hit the beach, I go into survival mode. My ears perk up, and my head is constantly swiveling to make sure that neither boy wanders 5 feet away from us. My wife, on the other hand, is completely comfortable and may place the ocean in her top five loves of this planet. She and the oldest make their way out a ways while I'm freaking out near shore. They love it.

Well, yesterday, the waves were rough. They were much calmer our first day here. My son, bored of hanging near the shore with his worrisome father, made a new game where he stopped a wave's fury with his boogie board. I grabbed the other one, and I must say...it was pretty fun. We started out laughing and diving into waves just a few feet in, but we slowly began moving further and further away from shore. What started out as water at knee level became water at waste level. Soon, waves were taller than our heads and we'd jump on top of them Jedi style. When we bored of that, we boogie boarded our way back to the shore. I was having fun...in the ocean!

The nic bitch always looms after we quit. She's a great big ocean of fury that we can lose ourselves in. She's that creepy undertow in life that pulls on your legs trying to force us down. She can take many forms, and usually does. In fact, the mere idea of facing her can seem quite daunting sometimes. Luckily, there are some good people here that make this shit bearable and even fun.

We aren't here to lecture to others how to quit. Individually, nobody knows everything about being quit. We aren't an echo chamber wannabe program. We will help you quit, and we expect that you will keep us quit. Have your brother's back, and don't betray that. Without this place, I fail. Without you, I fail. No excuses.

Nice...

+1

+2 Good story WP.

[Thumblewort]

It's been a busy weekend, and not because of the usual run of the mill fun activities I find taking over my life. We're on vacation this week (so the good people of South Carolina get to enjoy the beautiful sight of my shirtless body...ladies...).

I've always been apprehensive about the ocean. It's big, it's mean, and it's swallowed people whole. One of my first experiences I can remember is visiting Virginia Beach and seeing a girl bitten by a jelly fish within 5 minutes of arriving. I've seen every Jaws movies and many of its cheap rip-offs. When I was young, my Sunday school teacher lost her husband when he got sucked away by the undertow. I've carried many of these fears with me today, but now it's worse: I have kids.

When we hit the beach, I go into survival mode. My ears perk up, and my head is constantly swiveling to make sure that neither boy wanders 5 feet away from us. My wife, on the other hand, is completely comfortable and may place the ocean in her top five loves of this planet. She and the oldest make their way out a ways while I'm freaking out near shore. They love it.

Well, yesterday, the waves were rough. They were much calmer our first day here. My son, bored of hanging near the shore with his worrisome father, made a new game where he stopped a wave's fury with his boogie board. I grabbed the other one, and I must say...it was pretty fun. We started out laughing and diving into waves just a few feet in, but we slowly began moving further and further away from shore. What started out as water at knee level became water at waste level. Soon, waves were taller than our heads and we'd jump on top of them Jedi style. When we bored of that, we boogie boarded our way back to the shore. I was having fun...in the ocean!

The nic bitch always looms after we quit. She's a great big ocean of fury that we can lose ourselves in. She's that creepy undertow in life that pulls on your legs trying to force us down. She can take many forms, and usually does. In fact, the mere idea of facing her can seem quite daunting sometimes. Luckily, there are some good people here that make this shit bearable and even fun.

We aren't here to lecture to others how to quit. Individually, nobody knows everything about being quit. We aren't an echo chamber wannabe program. We will help you quit, and we expect that you will keep us quit. Have your brother's back, and don't betray that. Without this place, I fail. Without you, I fail. No excuses.

Nice...

+1

[Nolaq]

It's been a busy weekend, and not because of the usual run of the mill fun activities I find taking over my life. We're on vacation this week (so the good people of South Carolina get to enjoy the beautiful sight of my shirtless body...ladies...).

I've always been apprehensive about the ocean. It's big, it's mean, and it's swallowed people whole. One of my first experiences I can remember is visiting Virginia Beach and seeing a girl bitten by a jelly fish within 5 minutes of arriving. I've seen every Jaws movies and many of its cheap rip-offs. When I was young, my Sunday school teacher lost her husband when he got sucked away by the undertow. I've carried many of these fears with me today, but now it's worse: I have kids.

When we hit the beach, I go into survival mode. My ears perk up, and my head is constantly swiveling to make sure that neither boy wanders 5 feet away from us. My wife, on the other hand, is completely comfortable and may place the ocean in her top five loves of this planet. She and the oldest make their way out a ways while I'm freaking out near shore. They love it.

Well, yesterday, the waves were rough. They were much calmer our first day here. My son, bored of hanging near the shore with his worrisome father, made a new game where he stopped a wave's fury with his boogie board. I grabbed the other one, and I must say...it was pretty fun. We started out laughing and diving into waves just a few feet in, but we slowly began moving further and further away from shore. What started out as water at knee level became water at waste level. Soon, waves were taller than our heads and we'd jump on top of them Jedi style. When we bored of that, we boogie boarded our way back to the shore. I was having fun...in the ocean!

The nic bitch always looms after we quit. She's a great big ocean of fury that we can lose ourselves in. She's that creepy undertow in life that pulls on your legs trying to force us down. She can take many forms, and usually does. In fact, the mere idea of facing her can seem quite daunting sometimes. Luckily, there are some good people here that make this shit bearable and even fun.

We aren't here to lecture to others how to quit. Individually, nobody knows everything about being quit. We aren't an echo chamber wannabe program. We will help you quit, and we expect that you will keep us quit. Have your brother's back, and don't betray that. Without this place, I fail. Without you, I fail. No excuses.

Nice...

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It's been a busy weekend, and not because of the usual run of the mill fun activities I find taking over my life. We're on vacation this week (so the good people of South Carolina get to enjoy the beautiful sight of my shirtless body...ladies...).

I've always been apprehensive about the ocean. It's big, it's mean, and it's swallowed people whole. One of my first experiences I can remember is visiting Virginia Beach and seeing a girl bitten by a jelly fish within 5 minutes of arriving. I've seen every Jaws movies and many of its cheap rip-offs. When I was young, my Sunday school teacher lost her husband when he got sucked away by the undertow. I've carried many of these fears with me today, but now it's worse: I have kids.

When we hit the beach, I go into survival mode. My ears perk up, and my head is constantly swiveling to make sure that neither boy wanders 5 feet away from us. My wife, on the other hand, is completely comfortable and may place the ocean in her top five loves of this planet. She and the oldest make their way out a ways while I'm freaking out near shore. They love it.

Well, yesterday, the waves were rough. They were much calmer our first day here. My son, bored of hanging near the shore with his worrisome father, made a new game where he stopped a wave's fury with his boogie board. I grabbed the other one, and I must say...it was pretty fun. We started out laughing and diving into waves just a few feet in, but we slowly began moving further and further away from shore. What started out as water at knee level became water at waste level. Soon, waves were taller than our heads and we'd jump on top of them Jedi style. When we bored of that, we boogie boarded our way back to the shore. I was having fun...in the ocean!

The nic bitch always looms after we quit. She's a great big ocean of fury that we can lose ourselves in. She's that creepy undertow in life that pulls on your legs trying to force us down. She can take many forms, and usually does. In fact, the mere idea of facing her can seem quite daunting sometimes. Luckily, there are some good people here that make this shit bearable and even fun.

We aren't here to lecture to others how to quit. Individually, nobody knows everything about being quit. We aren't an echo chamber wannabe program. We will help you quit, and we expect that you will keep us quit. Have your brother's back, and don't betray that. Without this place, I fail. Without you, I fail. No excuses.

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Ain't that a stroll down memory lane...

I think kbdavear caved. Seems like I heard that. He quit posting. Same story, different day.