Santino finds friend request....What am I going to do!?!
May 17, 2016 5:22:57 GMT -5
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Post by Harry Hates Golf on May 17, 2016 5:22:57 GMT -5
Yes, this is actually a question.
I really don’t pay attention to my PS4 menu.
When I turn the console on, I just go to the game I am wanting to play (which there aren’t many to choose from), and off I go. The PS4 screen could be flashing somewhere that I won a million bucks, and I wouldn’t even see it. I would just pour my whiskey, click on over to the game avatar I want, push ‘X’ on the controller, and start playing.
When I first was setting up the console, I was given the option to turn off all “notifications”. I never did liked being notified, since usually it means something bad is coming. Who usually notifies you? Your boss, the police, the IRS. Who needs that sh%$? I don’t want to be notified, even on a PS4, so if they were going to let me turn off all “notifications”, then dammit, I’m going to do it.
Now, Ana Maria is the lady who cleans my house. She is a housekeeper, obviously. Twice a week she stops by to tidy up my place. Always pleasant. Always smiling. She compliments me by saying my house is her favorite one to go, since I always keep it so clean, even without her help. I guess I’m just that way, even with my alcohol-fuel rage binges. I was taught that you always had to pick up after yourself. You had dinner, you washed the dishes afterwards. You had a glass of beer, you washed the mug. And no matter how many pieces there are, you always pick up whatever is left of the PS4 controller (and no, the vacuum doesn’t get all the pieces).
Ana Maria simple adores Helen. Whenever Helen is at the house, Ana Maria and her prattle on for hours in Ana Maria’s first language, Spanish (Yeah, Helen speaks Spanish, Italian, German, and a little Samoan….why Samoan I don’t know). Sometimes they will watch me as I play the golf game or Left 4 Dead on my computer.
“Mira a él,” Ana Maria will say. “Se pone tan loco.”
“Sí,” Helen will say. “Como un perro rabioso.”
Both Helen and Ana Maria will start making barking sounds, and then begin to giggle. I will scream at them, calling them witches from a coven.
“Yeah, go ahead,” I’ll scream at them. “Laugh it up, brujas. But if you ever choke on a piece of burrito, who are you going to turn to for a heimlich maneuver? ME! That’s who! Get your big butts out of here!”
Girls and gaming don’t mix….but I digress….that’s another story.
Anyway….
It was Ana Marie’s teenage son, Santino, who discovered the 50+ “friend request” invites that I had. She sometimes bring her son with her when she comes to clean the house, which I don’t mind because they are just nice people. It’s not so much that she makes him go but that he invites himself. The reason is probably already obvious. My computer system setup, and my console system setup, are like a neckbeard gamergate drone’s wet dream. I even got the LED lights bullsh%$ going on around here. I may break a lot of things, but I always replace them immediately and keep my systems running nice. Most of the time I don’t even use or understand half the sh%$ I have, but I have always believed in the law that if you are going to do something, you might as well make a spectacle out of yourself.
Yesterday, Santino was playing “Pure Pool” on my PS4. After a while, he bored of the game (which took about ten minutes) and asked if he could play “Alien: Isolation”. Of course I immediately said he could. All teenagers need to be exposed to violent video games, as many as possible, for it prepares them for real life situations in this cruel world that we exist in.
I don’t think that Santino was trying to be nosey when he started going through the PS4 menu. He was just doing what teenagers do, being figidity. Don’t ask me how (since I wasn’t really paying attention), but Santino discovered that I had all of these “friend requests”.
“Damn, Mr. Cooper,” said Santino. “Did you know you had all of these?”
“Absolutely not,” I said, looking at the list of requests. “I don’t check that sh%$. I just play the games.”
“You don’t get the notifications?” asked Santino.
“Oh hell no,” I said. “Getting notifications is nothing more than taking a trip on the road to purgatory.”
“What’s purgatory?”
“Shut the @!$# up. Read Dante’s Inferno.” I looked at the television again. “Even if there was some kind of notification, I would have overlooked it. The whiskey affects my vision.”
“Do you want me to accept all your friend requests for you? Looks like most of them are people from that Golf Club game you play,” said Santino.
“HELL NO!” I turned to Santino. “So everyone can spy on my every move!?! That’s exactly what the Illuminati wants, you blithering idiot! How do we know that every one of those friend requests aren’t from an Illuminati agent? Ever see the eye on top of the pyramid. Yeah, made you think twice about that one, huh?”
“Well,” said Santino. “Maybe you can appear offline when playing your games? That way you can have the friend requests but still have your privacy so you can continue your covert operations against the elite of the Illuminati.”
“I know that the Playstation Network has that ‘appearing offline’ mode,” I said to Santino. “But can you still appear offline during actual gameplay? Would I be able to do the same with my Xbox One?”
“Oh heck, Mr. Cooper, I don’t know.” Santino thought for moment. “I got an idea, Mr. Cooper. Why don’t you ask that question on that forum you told me about? The TGC Championship forum, or whatever they call it.”
“What an excellent idea, Santino!” I tossed my head back and laughed triumphantly. “That forum is a great source of information regarding the PS4, Xbox One, and The Golf Club game. Furthermore, many of the individuals who participate on that forum are morphing from a secondary grouping to a full-fledged primary group, which allows a greater exchange of mores, values, beliefs, and social interaction. This may been even the first steps of my fellow tour member’s own ascension from a conflict perspective to actual functionalism!”
“Odelay, Mr. Cooper,” said Santino. “Those pinche theories of yours are wild!”
Santino and I began to laugh outrageously and jubilantly. We both knew that we had struck a blow to the elite bastards of the Illuminati.
Suddenly, from the hallway, Ana Marie appeared, holding a toilet brush in here hand.
“¡Qué pasa!” she loudly exclaimed. “What’s going on, mijos?”
“Ana Marie,” I shouted at her happily. “Finish cleaning the toilet. We’re going to pick up Helen and I’m going to take us all out for lunch! But first, we have to stop at Best Buy and pick up a few violent video games for Santino. He’s joining the fight against the Illuminati!”
“Esta de puta madre,” Santino shouted with glee.
Ana Marie threw her head back and bellowed in laughter.
“¡A huevo!” she shouted, her fist raised into the air.
All three of us laughed some more.
And so, that’s how I found out I had so many friend requests. I wasn't ignoring anyone. I just didn't know that they were there. I kind of felt bad for a little bit (really, it wasn’t a long time) since I didn’t want anyone to think I was rudely ignoring them. Even if I was purposely ignoring them, it would be nothing personal. I'm not that much of a likable person.
So I guess the question, or questions, is/are….When you accept friend requests, do those people actually see when you are online playing the Golf Club game (or any game for that matter)? Can they automatically join you on the course you’re playing (even if you don’t want them to)? Would they get mad at you if you accepted their friend request but really never join them in matches and such? Do they eventually want to go out with you and get ice cream (preferably Dairy Queen)?
So many questions. So many choices. So much Pabst Blue Ribbon.
That's why I need your help (and your money too, if you want to give me that as well).
Sometimes I wonder if it is better to ignore the friend requests, since I am more of a solo act. But then again, I try never to be rude to anyone that simple goes out of their way to say “hello”. I don’t know. It is all very frustrating. That’s why I turned to all of you, men and women of TGC Tours, for your uplifting and informative feedback, since we are all in this together, since we are all forming this primary group, since we are all in the fight against the Illuminati.
Goddamn, we need a group hug. And as a special bonus, racked and stacked ladies get individual hugs from me.
Don’t worry. It’s for the cause.
I really don’t pay attention to my PS4 menu.
When I turn the console on, I just go to the game I am wanting to play (which there aren’t many to choose from), and off I go. The PS4 screen could be flashing somewhere that I won a million bucks, and I wouldn’t even see it. I would just pour my whiskey, click on over to the game avatar I want, push ‘X’ on the controller, and start playing.
Just push the button, it'll be fun, you'll see....
When I first was setting up the console, I was given the option to turn off all “notifications”. I never did liked being notified, since usually it means something bad is coming. Who usually notifies you? Your boss, the police, the IRS. Who needs that sh%$? I don’t want to be notified, even on a PS4, so if they were going to let me turn off all “notifications”, then dammit, I’m going to do it.
Uncheck that bastard, and RIGHT NOW!
Now, Ana Maria is the lady who cleans my house. She is a housekeeper, obviously. Twice a week she stops by to tidy up my place. Always pleasant. Always smiling. She compliments me by saying my house is her favorite one to go, since I always keep it so clean, even without her help. I guess I’m just that way, even with my alcohol-fuel rage binges. I was taught that you always had to pick up after yourself. You had dinner, you washed the dishes afterwards. You had a glass of beer, you washed the mug. And no matter how many pieces there are, you always pick up whatever is left of the PS4 controller (and no, the vacuum doesn’t get all the pieces).
Ana Maria simple adores Helen. Whenever Helen is at the house, Ana Maria and her prattle on for hours in Ana Maria’s first language, Spanish (Yeah, Helen speaks Spanish, Italian, German, and a little Samoan….why Samoan I don’t know). Sometimes they will watch me as I play the golf game or Left 4 Dead on my computer.
“Mira a él,” Ana Maria will say. “Se pone tan loco.”
“Sí,” Helen will say. “Como un perro rabioso.”
Both Helen and Ana Maria will start making barking sounds, and then begin to giggle. I will scream at them, calling them witches from a coven.
“Yeah, go ahead,” I’ll scream at them. “Laugh it up, brujas. But if you ever choke on a piece of burrito, who are you going to turn to for a heimlich maneuver? ME! That’s who! Get your big butts out of here!”
Girls and gaming don’t mix….but I digress….that’s another story.
Anyway….
It was Ana Marie’s teenage son, Santino, who discovered the 50+ “friend request” invites that I had. She sometimes bring her son with her when she comes to clean the house, which I don’t mind because they are just nice people. It’s not so much that she makes him go but that he invites himself. The reason is probably already obvious. My computer system setup, and my console system setup, are like a neckbeard gamergate drone’s wet dream. I even got the LED lights bullsh%$ going on around here. I may break a lot of things, but I always replace them immediately and keep my systems running nice. Most of the time I don’t even use or understand half the sh%$ I have, but I have always believed in the law that if you are going to do something, you might as well make a spectacle out of yourself.
Yesterday, Santino was playing “Pure Pool” on my PS4. After a while, he bored of the game (which took about ten minutes) and asked if he could play “Alien: Isolation”. Of course I immediately said he could. All teenagers need to be exposed to violent video games, as many as possible, for it prepares them for real life situations in this cruel world that we exist in.
Learning to handle life situations
I don’t think that Santino was trying to be nosey when he started going through the PS4 menu. He was just doing what teenagers do, being figidity. Don’t ask me how (since I wasn’t really paying attention), but Santino discovered that I had all of these “friend requests”.
“Damn, Mr. Cooper,” said Santino. “Did you know you had all of these?”
“Absolutely not,” I said, looking at the list of requests. “I don’t check that sh%$. I just play the games.”
“You don’t get the notifications?” asked Santino.
“Oh hell no,” I said. “Getting notifications is nothing more than taking a trip on the road to purgatory.”
“What’s purgatory?”
“Shut the @!$# up. Read Dante’s Inferno.” I looked at the television again. “Even if there was some kind of notification, I would have overlooked it. The whiskey affects my vision.”
“Do you want me to accept all your friend requests for you? Looks like most of them are people from that Golf Club game you play,” said Santino.
“HELL NO!” I turned to Santino. “So everyone can spy on my every move!?! That’s exactly what the Illuminati wants, you blithering idiot! How do we know that every one of those friend requests aren’t from an Illuminati agent? Ever see the eye on top of the pyramid. Yeah, made you think twice about that one, huh?”
The only way to stop the Illuminati
“Well,” said Santino. “Maybe you can appear offline when playing your games? That way you can have the friend requests but still have your privacy so you can continue your covert operations against the elite of the Illuminati.”
“I know that the Playstation Network has that ‘appearing offline’ mode,” I said to Santino. “But can you still appear offline during actual gameplay? Would I be able to do the same with my Xbox One?”
“Oh heck, Mr. Cooper, I don’t know.” Santino thought for moment. “I got an idea, Mr. Cooper. Why don’t you ask that question on that forum you told me about? The TGC Championship forum, or whatever they call it.”
“What an excellent idea, Santino!” I tossed my head back and laughed triumphantly. “That forum is a great source of information regarding the PS4, Xbox One, and The Golf Club game. Furthermore, many of the individuals who participate on that forum are morphing from a secondary grouping to a full-fledged primary group, which allows a greater exchange of mores, values, beliefs, and social interaction. This may been even the first steps of my fellow tour member’s own ascension from a conflict perspective to actual functionalism!”
“Odelay, Mr. Cooper,” said Santino. “Those pinche theories of yours are wild!”
Santino and I began to laugh outrageously and jubilantly. We both knew that we had struck a blow to the elite bastards of the Illuminati.
They’ll never know what hit them….AHAHAHAHAHA
Suddenly, from the hallway, Ana Marie appeared, holding a toilet brush in here hand.
“¡Qué pasa!” she loudly exclaimed. “What’s going on, mijos?”
“Ana Marie,” I shouted at her happily. “Finish cleaning the toilet. We’re going to pick up Helen and I’m going to take us all out for lunch! But first, we have to stop at Best Buy and pick up a few violent video games for Santino. He’s joining the fight against the Illuminati!”
“Esta de puta madre,” Santino shouted with glee.
Ana Marie threw her head back and bellowed in laughter.
“¡A huevo!” she shouted, her fist raised into the air.
All three of us laughed some more.
And so, that’s how I found out I had so many friend requests. I wasn't ignoring anyone. I just didn't know that they were there. I kind of felt bad for a little bit (really, it wasn’t a long time) since I didn’t want anyone to think I was rudely ignoring them. Even if I was purposely ignoring them, it would be nothing personal. I'm not that much of a likable person.
So I guess the question, or questions, is/are….When you accept friend requests, do those people actually see when you are online playing the Golf Club game (or any game for that matter)? Can they automatically join you on the course you’re playing (even if you don’t want them to)? Would they get mad at you if you accepted their friend request but really never join them in matches and such? Do they eventually want to go out with you and get ice cream (preferably Dairy Queen)?
So many questions. So many choices. So much Pabst Blue Ribbon.
That's why I need your help (and your money too, if you want to give me that as well).
Sometimes I wonder if it is better to ignore the friend requests, since I am more of a solo act. But then again, I try never to be rude to anyone that simple goes out of their way to say “hello”. I don’t know. It is all very frustrating. That’s why I turned to all of you, men and women of TGC Tours, for your uplifting and informative feedback, since we are all in this together, since we are all forming this primary group, since we are all in the fight against the Illuminati.
Goddamn, we need a group hug. And as a special bonus, racked and stacked ladies get individual hugs from me.
Don’t worry. It’s for the cause.
Individual Hug Required