In reply to GammaBear (msg # 1103):

Are you using Chrome?  It seems that a recent Chrome update may be causing the browser to misinterpret cookies on RPoL, and in other places too.

In reply to bigbadron (msg # 1105):

I am. Do you know of a fix?

Use a different browser - I am using firefox right now.
From what I read it's Only Chrome that is having the problem so Chrome has to fix it.

In reply to ShadoPrism (msg # 1107):

I can't. Work computer.

Report the problem to Chrome - that is only other thing I can think of.

Blithering idiots.  I have a shared computer at work (I work in heavy industry) where I can answer e-mails, track production, do line-ups, etc.  The tech guys decided to update to Windows 10 on that computer (but not the other one in the same office, for whatever reason).  And when they did so, they deleted the program that we use to track production.

That program is on every other computer in the department and on the machines themselves, but they deleted it off of the shared computer for the shift supervisor.  Now, instead of being able to track and fix problems from my desk, assess how to distribute the crew each day, print out schedules, I get to run around like a headless chicken to multiple terminals to do my job.

Tech support wanted me to just ask for a software upgrade.  For which I need an account number.  I am an hourly worker, not a salaried - they don't give computer upgrade accounts to the likes of me!

They eventually fixed it, like four days later, but seriously, guys?  You "update" it on a Friday, and leave us to limp along all weekend until you return to fix the problem you created?  We run a 24-hour plant, that was six shifts of production, minimum, that had to deal with this nonsense.  Get your act together!

In reply to Isida KepTukari (msg # 1110):

There are days where you want to take these supposed tech experts out and shoot them with a fire hose, to see if it will restart their common sense.

Did you turn it off and back on again?

Did you make sure it's plugged in?

I even wiggled all the cords!

Gall darn it this thread has over 1,000 posts! Vent! Vent! Vent!

This is a minor gripe in the grand scheme of things, but this is a vent thread, so vent I shall!

The husband has been complaining of a "bad smell" in the house, particularly right when he opens the front door.  Mostly, I feel this can be contributed to the fact that the master bedroom, which is right across from the front door, contains both a cat's litter box and our half-bathroom, neither of which is cleaned as much as it should.  In particular, despite the fact he has designated taking the trash out as one of his household chores, that bathroom garbage doesn't get emptied every week.  For him, "taking the trash out" consists of hauling the filled trash and recycle bins to the curb, not checking to see if any trash cans need emptying into the big before trash day.

So instead of going on a more frequent cleaning regimen (which I would be happy to help with), he decides the best way to get rid of the "bad smell" is to buy one of those plug-in air fresheners and plug it in right by the front door.

Here's where I must mention that he and I have very different ideas of what constitutes a good air freshener/scented candle scent.  He prefers things that are sweet or heavy - cookie scents, baking scents, vanilla, etc.  I much prefer fresh, fruity, or floral - apple, lilac, pine.

Apparently he compromised by getting lavender-vanilla.  I hate it.  It smells like something that would be installed to attempt to deodorize a public restroom in a restaurant, or be an overly-scented perfume worn by an elderly woman.  Our damn Swiffer mop heads are scented that way (they were on sale), so I associate that smell with hard cleaning and a nasty job.  The scent combination is unpleasant.  It's like spraying pine air freshener in a bathroom after taco day - it just smells like someone pooped in a pine forest.

I told him I didn't like it, that I in fact strongly disliked it.  He said it was better than this elusive "bad smell."  It being so close to the bedroom and right where I had to walk by it a dozen times a day meant I got to be irritated by that nasty smell even in my sleep.  So, since the plug-in is under a bench and out of line of sight, I just unplugged the damn thing.  Since it had already sprayed on the bench a few times, I figured the scent would linger enough that I could get some nasal peace.

No such luck.  I came in after my night shift to discover he'd plugged the wretched thing back in, stinking up the whole bedroom and hall again.  I unplugged it and hid it on the top of a bookshelf, out of sight.  Once the stench dissipates, I'll consider getting the alternative scent he bought - apple cinnamon.  But I don't want my sleeping space to smell like lavender-vanilla-apple-cinnamon.

Mostly I think a mutual devotion to more frequent and dilligent housekeeping (and the occasional spritz of Febreeze) would solve this alleged "bad smell" that caused this fiasco in the first place, and that's what I'll be telling him this weekend.  Also, that when we go shopping for any air fresheners from now on, we're doing it together or not at all.

In reply to Isida KepTukari (msg # 1116):

yikes

In reply to Isida KepTukari (msg # 1116):

Gross, good luck.

Also Hi, eh, usual complaints about the total lack of tabletop gaming in my life right now. Kinda given up and just jot down stories at this point.

*shrugs*

So yesterday, I got fired from D&D.

My DM for my Tuesday night Adventurer's League game contacted me because he "couldn't help but notice [I am] becoming more and more frustrated during sessions, talking a lot more at the table about non game things, stopping play a lot more to "correct" non issues, or simple things I forgot." He asked that we "talk about it before it becomes a real issue at the table!" (I'm cutting and pasting quotes from our FB chat.)

Yes, I had some mild frustration with a few things, but nothing was a deal-breaker. Strahd's a bipolar looney-tunes, and that can induce hair-pulling. I was upset after the perfect magic weapon for my fighter was distributed with a random die roll, even though the entire table agreed I should have it except for the ranger who ultimately did get it. I got quiet when I lost, mourned my crushed hopes, and moved on. Certainly didn't blame the DM.

Yes, I cross-talk at the table. Guilty as charged, thank you for bringing it up, I commit to being quieter.

No, I don't remember "stopping play" for corrections. Please provide me with an example, and I'll happily take responsibility within reason.

Yes, I have some mild frustrations with the DM always saying "let him play his own character" when all I'm doing is helping the three players who are brand new to D&D remember some basic powers to help them fully realize their potential. When the Level 1 barbarian doesn't Rage, she'll probably die.

Yes, there are former players who are no longer at the table who had frustration levels go to high for too long and things got ugly mid-game. I've been playing for decades, and that happens.

Finally, I apologized profusely for everything that was my responsibility and committed to correct the offending behavior. I considered all these minor issues, and I offered an easy solution.

So he starts talking about the challenges he had getting the group together, how much time and money he has invested in his hobby to DM for free, and that he's very happy with the group that has come together. So far so good.

Then I get this:

This is followed up with:

I am in complete Hostess Fruit Pieing shock.

I ask him what exactly I said in my plea to offend him. His response was that he "just wanted to hear me out."

I ask him if he had already made his decision before he talked to me. He said, "Of course not." Again, I ask what I said to lead him to believe I don't respect him. He says, "It had nothing to do with what you said. I judge people on character and actions. Those actions were observed at the table."

WTF?! Sounds sure as heck to me like you made your cherries jubileeing decision way before you contacted me for this "talk."

The remainder is a further deteriorating spiral into this dude's madness as I try to discuss the logistics of me trying to run a table in the same store on the same night, as that's the ONLY night I can do it. I also ask him what he's planning on saying to the others, because I feel it's only fair to make sure that those who remain are clear about the expectations that he for all intents and purposes sprung on me in his own frustration. If I'm going to be the head-on-a-stick in front of his castle, he sure as heck better be overt about what it means. I also don't need him dragging my name through the mud when I may be interested in starting my own group.

So now my one face-to-face gaming outlet is squashed under the heel of a mad DM's boot, and I'm really plantaining upset about it.

And the irony: I respected him until he told me that he didn't think I respected him, and now I don't respect him for not showing me the respect to let me know why he thinks I don't respect him. :)

In reply to jpetoh (msg # 1119):

Wow. This brings back memories - and reminds me why I stopped table top gaming. The drama of the group outside of the game.
Sorry for your frustration and all. Got to say loved your choice of 'fruit' for the explenitives.
I suggest you talk to the other players on your own and see what they have to say. Try to keep your bridges from burning any further. Other than that I can't think of anything to add.

What do my former DM and Strahd have in common?

One is a bipolar, soul-sucking despot ruling over an imaginary land with an iron fist, and the other is a fictional vampire.
This message was last edited by the user at 20:30, Tue 17 Apr 2018.

Hmm, never posted here before so I figure I will give it a try.

So gamin has been my favorite and most relaxing pastime since I was in high school.  Lately however it has been becoming more and more irritating and aggravating to me. I am not quite sure what to do about it but I am considering just stopping altogether.

My main gaming group plays one night a week and used to be fun and interesting.  Now it has degraded to the point where at least every other week (although it is probably more often than that) I get to sit and listen to tirades about feminists being the worst thing int the world, or how white privilege doesn't exist, or how drumpf is not actually all that bad a president (or actually how great he is).  There is one player in particular that whenever he opens his mouth something comes out that hurts my brain.  I listen to them, their examples, and their definitions (that are completely inaccurate) and just get more irritated.  last week we literally had about 30 minutes of actual game time in a 7 hour session and I was beginning to expect them to break out a confederate flag and possibly burn a cross.

So to alleviate this I have two games that run haphazardly on Sundays.  The first one was great, we have been playing for years (level 19 mythic 4 in PF).  Now we are playing far less frequently so half the session is devoted to remembering where we left off.  The player with the most involved plot line doesn't show to most of the sessions (claiming school yet there is plenty of time for PC games).  The rest of the game is spent (seemingly) attempting to not get any of our objectives done by continuously trying to find new things to do before completion of older goals.

The second Sunday game is one that I run.  I spend a decent amount of my time coming up with plot lines for it only to have players consistently bail on it because everything in their lives is more important than the game.  One player tells me "I'm too tired" the day I show up hung over with less than 5 hours of sleep.

Then I try to supplement with rpol.  I spend hours coming up with a concept, followed by writing up a backstory.  I don't get in, or I get in and the gm suddenly had something come up and can't run the game anymore, or I get in and one person becomes a complete dingleberrylichlover from the get go.

I try to start up another game during the week with a couple other friends but one of them has no desire to play ANYTHING remotely interesting for two of us (out of 4) so that falls through.

So then a friend of mine starts running a new PF game and we sit and discuss my concept for hours.  I make my character, suddenly there are rules that aren't allowed because they feels they are unbalancing, yet they are running the game to play test a class that another one of their friends made up to see if it is broken.

ugh......

A break is not a bad thing. Makes it less likely you will go postal on those around you.
Sometime though you may have to set a house rule to leave the Real World at the door. So no politics, religion or anything not related to the game. Your a GM not a therapist [if you Are a therapist, then remind them you get Payed to listen to such things and if they want to vent, make an appointment.]

In reply to PCO.Spvnky (msg # 1122):

That's really rough. Like Shado said, a break can be a good thing, both from tabletop games and from the circle of friends you hang out with. It can help a lot to go out and do a Meetup group or something to mingle with some fresh people and have new conversations, it can also make hanging out with old friends more pleasant as you'll have new things to talk about. (I can sympathize with this too much myself, lately hanging out with the same social circles each week has started to feel like a slog as the same topics get discussed every week)

Last month, I reported one of the IT guys for going around with exposed, untreated ringworm while updating computers.

A couple days ago, an odd persistent itch began between my shoulders and creeping up my neck. Last night at the gym, I saw him! Ringworm IT Guy! And he didn't wipe down any benches he used. I reported him to the gym management and he was asked to leave.

I have an appointment tomorrow for the itch. I don't know if it's really ringworm (I can't see it properly) or if it's just in my head, but I am livid.

Ahh!  Now I feel itchy.

(I'm not honestly sure if this is a response to Eggy's Vent, or a Vent of my own. grin)

The president of Uganda has banned oral sex.

Only written sex now... ;D

What, no multiple choice?