[CCCXXIX]

For me? I'm a huge nerd...

I built my first computer when I was in 3rd grade. I started working with linux by 5th grade, by 6th grade I was writing code.

I speak HTML, PHP, ASP(lol), JAVA, JAVASCRIPT, VB, Actionscript, a little bit of C and C++. My code looks really bootleg when you look at it lol (I taught myself to code by pulling up a webpage/program and checking what it did against the different strings of code, than used online tutorials as fillers).

By 7th grade I started writing Unix tutorials for n00bs, mainly on how to get hardware drivers to work on different linux distros (it took me months to figure out linux, especially back then when it was still fresh).

By 8th grade I had not only learned how to hardware hack, software crack, and all those cool techniques (like mysql injections), but also taught myself how to wire home theater systems, car stereos/audio, etc. (got bored of all the coding).



By the time I hit highschool I was whoring myself out for 50$/hour. Business really took off when Best Buy came out with geeksquad, you have no idea how many home theatre systems and home networks I had to fix after GS effed the install up. I also built web-based programs and websites for a few people, I didn't make a whole lot, like 300 a website. It's ironic though, Best Buy wouldn't hire me, told me I was too arrogant, that's why I had to go work for myself.

However, I guess I don't look like the type, because everyone seems to think I'm technologically illiterate.

Oh yeah I smoke crack too.

[Enfpleasantly]

"The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it."

[Transcendence]

That I really, really, really don't give a fuck.

[CCCXXIX]

"The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it."

Cute

That I really, really, really don't give a fuck.

about what?

[Transcendence]

about what?

Depends. I'm not entirely careless, but mostly I don't care about other people.
I'm selfish in that respect. I choose who I want to care about, and the rest? Fuck them.

OH HOW UN-ENFJ OF ME

[CCCXXIX]

Depends. I'm not entirely careless, but mostly I don't care about other people.
I'm selfish in that respect. I choose who I want to care about, and the rest? Fuck them.

OH HOW UN-ENFJ OF ME

That's unfortunate, I love everyone. Once you pay attention to the reasons people act the way they do, you start to understand. And understanding is loving, and loving is sharing, and sharing is caring, and caring feels good, and feeling good is the bolt on the door to happiness.

[Enfpleasantly]

That's unfortunate, I love everyone. Once you pay attention to the reasons people act the way they do, you start to understand. And understanding is loving, and loving is sharing, and sharing is caring, and caring feels good, and feeling good is the bolt on the door to happiness.

You are speaking my language :) I love this, very well said! Here's something about me...

My memory is crazy...like I can remember a post by someone I don't even really interact with from a couple months ago (years back on other forums, but I've only been here a couple of months). Not only that, I can remember their type, avatar, gender, and the thread it was posted in. Every time I reference an old thread, it is by memory alone. I have never used the search feature. I can picture it in my head like a photograph; it's not exact, or as crystal clear as looking at an actual photo, but it's clear enough. This is how I see information and memories as well. I can access periods of time very easily because of it. I try not to expose it too much because I'm worried people will tend to think I'm just obsessed with them or stalking them, haha!

I also visualize months, years, time, numbers, and the alphabet in a certain shape or pattern that is not a typical 2D straight line or calendar/clock. This is called spatial sequence synesthesia or time-space synesthesia. I recently found this out. No one knows this about me except some people here and my Husband.

Eta: Do you really smoke crack? I assume you were joking, but I'm not positive on that, haha!

[Transcendence]

That's unfortunate, I love everyone. Once you pay attention to the reasons people act the way they do, you start to understand. And understanding is loving, and loving is sharing, and sharing is caring, and caring feels good, and feeling good is the bolt on the door to happiness.

I actually just started a thread related to this.

I give a fuck, but it doesn't mean I'm not observing :D

[MegaTuxRacer]

That's unfortunate, I love everyone. Once you pay attention to the reasons people act the way they do, you start to understand. And understanding is loving, and loving is sharing, and sharing is caring, and caring feels good, and feeling good is the bolt on the door to happiness.

This post reminded me of this:

[CCCXXIX]

My memory is crazy...like I can remember a post by someone I don't even really interact with from a couple months ago (years back on other forums, but I've only been here a couple of months). Not only that, I can remember their type, avatar, gender, and the thread it was posted in. Every time I reference an old thread, it is by memory alone. I have never used the search feature. I can picture it in my head like a photograph; it's not exact, or as crystal clear as looking at an actual photo, but it's clear enough. This is how I see information and memories as well. I can access periods of time very easily because of it. I try not to expose it too muh because I'm worried people will tend to think I'm just obsessed with them or stalking them, haha!

I can't picture things in my head, but other than that sounds a lot like me. For me I just know, but I can't see it.

Eta: Do you really smoke crack? I assume you were joking, but I'm not positive on that, haha!

Hell yeah, I'm all about that Cream, Yahoo/yeaho, Toss up, Devilsmoke, Glo, Casper, Fry, Ice, Cubes, White all, Sugar, Cloud, Gravel, Hail, Brick, Boulder, Bones, Crank, Smoke, Sleet, Pony

not really though