I keep seeing references lately to people having to answer all kinds of questions to get an account here. All I had to do was send Tom an e-mail asking to be let in. What goes on with new accounts these days? What does Tom demand of supplicants to the QT3 altar?
How’d that go? I had to eat a sandwich made of live scorpions, while sitting in a wading pool full of live scorpions. Also, someone was playing a Scorpions CD, recorded live.
Man, I had to do the same thing, but he made me LISTEN TO THE FUCKING PIXIES. [size=2]The scorpions, on the other hand, were surprisingly tasty.[/size]
Man, I had to do the same thing, but he made me LISTEN TO THE FUCKING PIXIES. [size=2]The scorpions, on the other hand, were surprisingly tasty.[/size][/quote]
I had to rescue a magical princess from an evil dungeon deep in the woods guarded by hordes of ravenous beasts.
On the other, he did give me a cool keyboard skill of +2.
I’m continuously having to meet with Tom. He pulls out something he calls an “E-meter” and conducts long sessions with me that he refers to as “auditing”. He asks me to reveal all kinds of incredibly painful and embarrasing events to him so he can cleanse me of my inner “ghosts”. I’ve run out of embarrasing things to tell him, so I’ve begun to steal things from DrCrypt’s blog to relate. This seems to satisfy him, but I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.
He also made me give up my longstanding Zoloft habit and ditch my therapist, apparently for being some sort of “pseudo-scientist”.
Well, hey, anything to maintain my membership here at Qt3. It’s worth every penny that he charges me for these sessions. The papers have nearly come through on that second mortgage; I’m looking forward to my next year here.