"state something completely random time!"

[QuickSciFi]

So, you can do yard work but can't work at a grocery store?

[QuickSciFi]

So basically, you're more than fit to work at a grocery store or the like.

[QuickSciFi]

So then you lied. Surely mowing the lawn requires more than 10 pounds of force.

[QuickSciFi]

Eddie. I'm probably the best friend you'll ever have in these forums (and I mean it). But surely you know this conversation was over two pages ago, right?

[QuickSciFi]

You know that's not going to happen. I love you though.

[QuickSciFi]

So be it.

[DarkDragon]

Eddie, you are too honest to a fault. The problem is you reveal too much about yourself and you dont know when to hold back. You seem like a pretty smart guy so I predict a bright future for you. Good luck.

[MrMatthews]

Ah, the high road, I see.

And what will you say about it tomorrow? "I can't go back to Sega-16 because they pick on me there."

Excuses, Eddie. It's the same as lying, only in this case you're lying to yourself.

[QuickSciFi]

If Eddie only knew all this is for his own good.

[MrMatthews]

It's tough love. As soon as you said you were a professor, I knew where you were coming from.

The Ex MrsMatthews is like this; any kind of constructive criticism from anyone, no matter how genuine or valid, is taken as an attack, and she runs off to someone else for sympathy.

[QuickSciFi]

It's tough love. As soon as you said you were a professor, I knew where you were coming from.

The Ex MrsMatthews is like this; any kind of constructive criticism from anyone, no matter how genuine or valid, is taken as an attack, and she runs off to someone else for sympathy.

What can I say? The world is full of cry babies.

I really have no sympathy for nonsense. I grew up in a totalitarian regime. From age 10 to 14, I would go hungry for weeks at a time, having to hunt doves and other wild game on my own just to acquire some protein for myself and my younger brother. I'd rummage through fallen airplane tires to make for a sling shot, and would use old batteries for scrap as their lead would suffice for pellets. I'd carry the lead pieces I had hammered into pellets in my mouth in the hunt at 6:30am, because I couldn't even afford pockets. I later had to travel with my father through five other different third world countries for four months to escape this, evading military guerillas through mountains at gun point; only to be handcuffed at age 14 to my own father and put in jail for four days for the crime of being an immigrant in the United States. I was the tallest kid in my classroom at age 14 and, yet, a mere 85 pounds from the starvation I suffered. My father had to go back twenty years in his medical profession and re-study everything to re-validate his Medical License while working two jobs to bring-over the rest of my family (my brother, mother and two sisters). For years, I walked miles to school and back, because I couldn't even afford the bus fare. I've had to work two-to-three jobs at a time just to get myself through High School, my A.A. Degree, a Bachelors, a Masters Degree and now a Doctorate.

Sorry, but imaginary hernias haven't yet been written-off as cause for laziness in my physical medicine compendium. Some of it does belong in my psychiatry books, though.

[M4R14NO94]

To break the seriousness of this thread, here's a video of RBI '94's Crazyball mode (recorded by yours truly)

[old man]

What can I say? The world is full of cry babies.

I really have no sympathy for nonsense. I grew up in a totalitarian regime. From age 10 to 14, I would go hungry for weeks at a time, having to hunt doves and other wild game on my own just to acquire some protein for myself and my younger brother. I'd rummage through fallen airplane tires to make for a sling shot, and would use old batteries for scrap as their lead would suffice for pellets. I'd carry the lead pieces I had hammered into pellets in my mouth in the hunt at 6:30am, because I couldn't even afford pockets. I later had to travel with my father through five other different third world countries for four months to escape this, evading military guerillas through mountains at gun point; only to be handcuffed at age 14 to my own father and put in jail for four days for the crime of being an immigrant in the United States. I was the tallest kid in my classroom at age 14 and, yet, a mere 85 pounds from the starvation I suffered. My father had to go back twenty years in his medical profession and re-study everything to re-validate his Medical License while working two jobs to bring-over the rest of my family (my brother, mother and two sisters). For years, I walked miles to school and back, because I couldn't even afford the bus fare. I've had to work two-to-three jobs at a time just to get myself through High School, my A.A. Degree, a Bachelors, a Masters Degree and now a Doctorate.

Sorry, but imaginary hernias haven't yet been written-off as cause for laziness in my physical medicine compendium. Some of it does belong in my psychiatry books, though.

Wow, what a story. It's almost as good as Eddie's.





lol Joke! Joke! I'm just kidding man. That's actually pretty depressing. You should write a book or something. I'm glad you and your family made it to the promised land. I assume you're all doing well now?

[QuickSciFi]

I just had to put it out there for anyone who thinks mongering on welfare to purchase video games and frozen Pizzas is healthy living (mentally, physically, or otherwise).

But yeah, we've done alright for ourselves; and not without hard work and dedication.

[EDIT] P.S.> Even though you were just kidding, don't ever confuse a "man who is poor" for a "poor man"; two completely different individuals they are. If the former values his studies, works hard and makes something of himself; it's only the latter for whom you'd have to feel sorry.

[MrMatthews]

The point is, it doesn't even matter what your problems are (or were). You either get through them and become a better person or you don't. Plowing through life's bullshit and not letting it beat you is what living is all about.