It's best when it's microwaved.
It's all soft and greasy. :3
It's best when it's microwaved.
It's all soft and greasy. :3
Originally Posted by Fynn
Microwave bacon is still good~
Psy's bowling one made me think of this oddly specific one for whatever reason. I suck at putting touch in my football throws. I can beam it at you but when I try to put touch in it, the spiral is no where near as tight and I almost always overthrow or underthrow.
I suck at verbal social interaction - online I can banter away but IRL I'm just... awkward.
I suck at singing. Dancing too actually I have my own... style
Lately I also suck at sticking to the healthy eating too!
Doing my homework on time.
I am terrible at masking my disdain for people I regard as stupid.
Bacon and pancakes is pretty much all I know how to cook without reading a box or cook book. Soooo I sort of suck at cooking as well. I say sort of because pancakes and bacon are superior to most other foods.
I can't cook.
If I were single, I would die because no one would feed me.
I am basically an infant.
Chess. I've been trying to improve, but I don't know. It seems kind of hopeless to me. I can beat the Microsoft Chess Titans CPU on level 4 about 50% of the time. But when I go online and try to play humans, I lose about 80% of the time.
But I do like to use the name "BFischer" to see if I can scare anyone into quitting before the game starts. So far it hasn't worked.
Statistics. Median, mode, mole, weasels, I don't even know. I am completely incapable of grasping it all. The only class in my entire academic career I have ever dropped due to difficulty was A-level stats; I went from top of the class at GCSE maths to utterly useless in stats. When people talk about why a particular graph is a poor choice for the type of data in question or whether this or that type of analysis is better for getting a particular piece of information my brain sort of seizes up and my eyes glaze over.
There are two things that could have caused that.
The pan was not hot enough. You should hear a nice sizzle when the bacon hits the pan
You overcrowded the pan. Cook in small batches, not everything at once.
I suck at anything I want to be good at.
I am good at anything I have no interest in.
Dancing. (SPOILER)I observed Swing on a movie starring Vince Vaughn and I danced at a wedding with my "aunt" who told me I was awesome so I took a class in college to become Uber. I had to drop the class to get a temp job though. Singing. (SPOILER) Took choir in college. I'm okay.
Being mean. I suck at showing that I care.
My handwriting is terrible. Actually, my mom is the only complaint.
Flipping pancakes.
Interviews. Awful at interviews. My mom claims I don't interview well. I'd probably do well in a social interview like eating lunch together. I don't know wtf I'm doing wrong in a straight interview. The hirer's are just jackasses.
Making friends. I'm just too lazy.
Following through.
Sleeping.
Keeping in touch with relatives.It's those jerkoffs who don't keep in touch with me. Then they send me an invite to visit them at the last minute when they live 3 f-ing hours away obviously assuming I've nothing better to do than waste six hours of my life on the road to and from 'cause they sure as hell aren't going to let me sleepover. I don't, but it's f-ing insulting! Asswipes!
Cooking eggs.
Staying focused, reading (takes forever to read anything, never had this problem with Goosebumps.)
Bowling. I score an average of 2-3 strikes per games. My high score something 190, I think.
I can't spiral, it's no where near as tight should be.
I suck at verbal social interaction - online I can banter away but IRL I'm just... awkward.
Doing my homework on time.
Chess.
I suck at almost everything I want to be good at.
I am good at anything I have no use for.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
I suck at drawing and singing. With almost everything else I can develop at least a certain level of competence, but those two I just fail miserable. I'm none too hot at dancing, either.
Dancing. I do enjoy it though... perhaps a little too much.
I dance like a four-year-old after 15 cans of coca-cola.
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