Ted’s Little Bitch Corner on Video Games

Lately, I’ve pretty lost interest in everything. It makes life not worth living when nothing’s enjoyable anymore. I don’t know if I can still say “lately” if it seems to be the permanent state I’m taking on and it’s been already been a year and counting. My tolerance for everything has significantly decreased. I can tolerate a lot of shit, but I don’t bother anymore because it’s not worth it.

Basically, I just bitch about everything a lot more than I used to. I can hardly play through video games anymore. If you want to read my bitchings on video games, let me know and I’ll write something up. I hate how I have to get people to tell me to do things instead of just doing the shit.

My Mom Vs. Normal Part III: Bitching, Animation, Programming

My mom does this annoying thing where she bitches about everything. Sometimes, they’re joke-y “friendly” bitching. Other times, they’re just bitching. I got a 3D monitor about 2 months ago and my mom has “friendly” bitched me twice to show her 3D movies.

Woah... the world looks so 3D...

Woah… the world looks so 3D…

What makes this bitching instead of asking? Well, that’s because I’ve already offered her to watch 3D movies 5 times (2 of those times were immediately after the bitching) but she turned down my offer every single time. So fuckin’ annoying.

What's that you want to offer me? Nah, I've already got something to suck on.

What’s that you want to offer me? Nah, I’ve already got something to suck on.

She does the same thing with food too. Every time she sees me throw out a container, she bitches that she never got to try any but every time I offer, she says no. And no, don’t argue for her that she just wants to be asked. She says no in a depressed and suicidal tone. Can you even imagine how that sounds? I highly doubt it. There was this one tiny box of chocolate that I distinctly left on the table and waited a year to eat it and she still bitched about that.

We just love to say no to boys.

We just love to say no to boys.

Here’s a little background information about me that you’ll need for the next story. I went to 2 years of university studying computer science. I have discontinued my education indefinitely because I am capable of learning those skills on my own, and going to school made me depressed, and I’m just a lazy fuck-tard.

And my background is in netting. I learned that on my own too!

And my background is in netting. I learned that on my own too!

A couple days ago, my mom said this thing to me that she has said at least two other times before. She told me that if I didn’t like what I was studying before, I should go back to school to study something else, like programming, because she heard that it’s good. If you ask her what I studied for my first 2 years, she would tell you that I was studying animation. I have said nothing that would’ve led her to think that other than saying the word “computer”. It’s one thing to not know what I’m studying, but at least have the decency to know its name or what it’s NOT.

Look at me! I'm computering!

Look at me! I’m computering!

Introducing My Parents Vs. Normal

My parents keep spoon feeding me stuff to bitch about so I’m going to make this a multi-part entry as well. I will separate them by mom and dad. Just for fun, each time I update one, I will update the other to keep things balanced .I will probably do a collective one at some point. It took me so long to start this because they constantly give me too much material and actively trying to document that will consume my whole life.

My Mom Vs. Normal Part I

I always bitch about how my parents annoy me and on a few rare occasions, I wonder if I’m the one at fault. Maybe I’m just easily annoyed and they’re not actually that annoying. But then they brilliantly come in and prove me wrong. There are many ambiguous situations where it seems like I’m pissed at them for asking a perfectly normal question, but upon closer inspection, it wasn’t asked quite so perfectly normal(ly? this sounds weird… oh well).

To the untrained eye, I might seem like the bad guy but people who have annoying people in their lives will understand me. You have to bear in mind that my mom is constantly so annoying and that there are no existing pleasant experiences with her. Even if it’s not THAT bad, she overwhelms me with quantity. If you don’t have someone like that in your life, you simply won’t understand. You can’t just imagine yourself in that position because human imagination sucks. You just can’t understand just like how I would never understand what it’s like to be a black person. I’ll never know what it’s like to have a big dick, dance well, and see floating eyes and teeth in the mirror at night.

So I volunteered to drive my brother from the airport tomorrow and my mom annoyingly asked me if I’ve set up a meeting with him yet… and I got annoyed. Let’s analyze what my mom just did and how a normal person should’ve done it. First of all, if she trusts me, I shouldn’t even be questioned at all. Sure, it would be okay to give me a passing reminder but the key words are “passing” and “reminder”. What my mom did was a failed attempt at firm interrogation. A normal person might just ask if I remember about tomorrow and I’ll say “yup” and that’s the end of a normal pleasant conversation. The person reminding me knows that it’s a reminder and that it’s a brief conversation, so she would probably be doing something else or just walking past. Of course, my mom did the complete opposite. She walked into my room, planted herself next to me, and asked if I’ve told my brother that I’m driving him yet. The wording is so negatively presumptuous. She assumes that there’s even a delay between my volunteering and updating my brother on the information. Annoyed, I just grunted “yeah” and that COULD have been the end of a not so pleasant, but not terrible, exchange of words. But then she goes on and asks if I’ve discussed where to meet him yet. Really? I need HER help to do this? Bear in mind that I’m a very self sufficient person who can do everything on my own and never fails and never asks for help. Meanwhile, she’s a publicly stupid person who fears doing stuff she’s unfamiliar with and asks for help all the time. I don’t need any help and I did, she wouldn’t be helpful anyway.

To back myself up even more, my aunt once asked my mom to pick her up at the airport and my mom said no because she doesn’t know how to drive to the airport. She genuinely believed that was a legit excuse and had no ill intentions but it was stupid nonetheless. Nobody’s born knowing how to drive to the airport. The question is whether the person is worth learning to drive to the airport for and my mom’s response was no.

Random Rantings and Random Free Plugs

My dumb brain doesn’t want me to sleep again so I’m going to write a little something. On a side note (already?? Can I even have a side note as my second sentence without having said anything yet? What is it a side note from? Isn’t this just poor writing? Why am I questioning myself?), I have work in the morning and I refuse to use alarm clocks so we’ll see how the battle between my insomnia and sheer mind power will turn out. I’m one of those people who can wake up before a certain time as long as I fix my mind on it. It has historically worked but I’ve never given it any tests where there are stakes, not that the stakes are particularly high this time either. It’s fun to be depressed and suicidal and not care about anything because I don’t need to care about losing my job, not that I’m a bad worker mind you.

(This paragraph wasn’t something I was originally planned to complain about.) I randomly decided to write this free plug entry and discovered that the 2 “likes” my blog has ever received were from wordpress. When I first started the blog, I used google’s blogger as well as wordpress to see which I liked better. I liked google more so I’ve been only updating blogger for the past few months but it turns out wordpress publicizes my blog better. So for the next little while, I’m going to be updating both blogs identically. What a hassle… I shouldn’t be complaining though because people are finally reading my shit.

Alright, time to start the real rant. My dad tends to create catch phrases and will say them over and over again for a while. They’re not funny or clever though. They tend to be condescending or hateful or otherwise exude some kind of negative vibe. Actually, it’s not his catch phrases’ fault; everything he says exudes negativity.

I’m going to give a bit of context on how annoying my dad is before I write about his new catch phrase. My dad behaves in such an eccentric way that there’s literally no word that describes whatever the fuck he does. No verbs describe his crazy actions and no adjectives describe his fucked up attitude towards things. Bear in mind that this is a man who has no friends and does nothing for fun. He often walks into the room while I’m watching TV and condescending (and rhetorically) ask why I’m watching such boring things. Sure dad, the most successful TV shows are boring simply because you don’t like them nor understand them because you don’t fuckin’ speak English. Goddammit, Chinese people are annoying. (Man… I can never give enough context which shouldn’t be unexpected since I’m trying to describe things that (I claim) has no words to describe.) (Are nested parentheses allowed? Fuck grammar. As long as the reader understands, that’s all that matters. At its core, that’s what language is all about.)

Another thing my dad does is look at a game I’m playing, GTA IV was one of them, and after watching 10 seconds, he’ll snort “Heh, and that’s all it takes to scam money from dumb people like you.” This is coming from someone who knows nothing about programming and refuses to believe that I can do programming without formal education even after I’ve self-published 3 games on http://tedgaming.com/ and have earned money for them. Turns out money isn’t a universal language when it’s on paypal and you’re speaking to computer illiterate people.

I could probably create a whole blog with daily updates of my dad’s stupidity but his behaviors are so annoying that it irks me just to describe them. (If enough readers want it though, I’ll do it. I’m a total sellout who’ll happily throw my dad under the bus(figuratively) for online followers.) The last example I will give is directly related to the catch phrase. Nowadays, I’m super gloomy around him because he actually criticizes me for laughing or having any signs of enjoying life in any way, shape, or form. There’s no logic or reasoning behind it either. He just likes to bitch. When I carry out brief friendly conversations with my friends on phone, he gets a combination of pissed off and jealous and bitches about it. So now his new catch phrase is: (while I’m in my usual bad mood around this fucktard) “Jeez Ted, you can’t be so stupid and let other people influence you. Whether you’re happy or not, the days will still pass. So you might as well be happy.” Sound advice under normal circumstances but this comes from the same mouth that criticizes his depressed and suicidal son whenever said son shows any glimmer of joy out of life. I won’t even go into the irony of him saying such things, especially when he juxtaposes it with an old fashion unsolicited (and ungrounded) insult. I guess I got into it a little but that’s all for now. I hope I was able to get across how fucked up he is ‘cause I would have otherwise made myself sound like a whiny little bitch.

I hate how riled up I get whenever I write about him. Because I can’t even describe his ridiculousness accurately, it feels like he’s winning. Anyway, here’s the free plugging portion of this entry that I intended. I have compiled a list of blogs of all the people (all 7 of them) who liked my blog as of April 25, 2013. Check them out if you’re looking for more things to read:






(these next 2 came in while I was proofreading)



To be honest, I haven’t read any of those and I apologize for that. If they like my blog though, then at least I can safely assume that they’re not stupid people who get offended by every little thing (since my blog can be quite upsetting if you don’t get the humor). They might simply be stupid people who don’t get offended. Okay… I just retardedly went and insulted my 7 followers. Sorry. I didn’t mean it, I swear! We’re still friends right? Please keep reading my blog.