I finally upgraded my Roku Remote. I have two Roku tvs and unfortunately this remote only supports one device, but it’s the best one I could find. It has great reviews, and I looked at several remotes before I decided on this one. All the others had responsiveness problems, just like the shitty default remotes that come with the TVs. You know, the ones that are tiny and ungrippable, have the volume buttons on the side, buttons that take 2 or 3 or more clicks to respond, and spontaneously stop working at all? Yeah, those ones, I don’t know why Roku continues to manufacture these shite remotes, because people do nothing BUT complain that they’re crap! I had to spend $30 just to be able to use the actual Roku part of my tv, and not just the cable box. I can’t describe how annoying that is. I’ll have to get a second one at some point for the Roku tv in my chill room. Next month I guess. I have a big Vizio smart tv in my bedroom but I don’t think the remote would work with it.
Roku needs to get their shit together and stop selling crap remotes that make the Roku app part unusable. My peer support Karen gave me the username and passwords for her Hulu and Netflix accounts, so I’ll actually be able to use them, as well as my other streaming services which are sitting there unused because of the shitty and often unresponsive remote.
Poor dad has a sore on his bum from sitting at red lobster so long last night. It was about 2.5 hours of sitting. He bled all over their bedsheets. I feel bad now like it’s my fault because it took me sooooo long to eat those crab legs 0_o He didn’t go out with us tonight because of that. Me and mom went to Pizza Hut. They messed up my pepperoni lovers melts by putting the green shit on them, and gave us free cinnasticks to make up for it! I haven’t had those in over a year because I won’t order from the Pizza Hut closest to me anymore because of a certain incident. The Pizza Hut app won’t let me order from the other one. I used to get them when I ordered a pizza. My parents won’t get them when we go, so I was ridiculously happy about having them, they’re so good. I brought home the two left over ones and a pack of dip. I also have half of a birthday cake in my fridge. I’ll wind up in a sugar coma before it’s over 😅
I told mom about my hopes of getting a golden retriever puppy and that I was going to talk to the property manager probably on Monday about the weight limit and if it would affect the approval of the dog. Mom didn’t seem too against it, she just said it would be up to me to deal with new puppy stuff, like accidents and pee pads or whatever. I might have difficulties with poo but I think it would be worth dealing with that. I think a dog would absolutely be worth the short term annoyance. I just really hope the silly weight limit thing won’t dash my hopes. If it’s a designated emotional support animal, can they legally deny it regardless of it being a bit more than their weight limit? That’s another thing to ask her. I also want Oscar to have a friend. He gets along well with dogs as far as I can tell. When I still lived with my parents and dad brought Lucy (brindle boxer) home, Oscar just sat there staring at her like “what the fuck are you?”. He was wary for a short time, but before long, they were lying together and grooming each other. I definitely don’t think he would have a problem. I didn’t want to get another cat because Oscar is ten and I’m afraid he’d feel threatened by another cat, like I was trying to replace him. He’s a little scared of strange dogs, especially little yippy ones. Once he spends time and gets used to it, he chills out and acclimates well.
I used to be scared of dogs when I was a kid for various reasons, like having a huge lab I’d never seen before charge me once (I was afraid to go outside for a while, I believe that’s what started it), and my neighbours having two EVIL ones that I fucking hated. They also had Honey, their golden retriever. I was never scared of her. I loved that dog. I always went up to the fence in their back yard where they kept three of their four dogs (including that sheepdog I couldn’t stand) and I would visit with Honey for a while almost every day. She would stand up against the fence so I could rub her head. Such a sweet dog, the only one I wasn’t afraid of. I cried when she passed away. I promised myself I’d have a dog exactly like her someday, and that I would name her Honey. I thankfully did get over my fear of most dogs over time. There are a couple of breeds I won’t ever mess with, though. One is probably the one you’re thinking of, and some people get all offended about it but whatever 😆
I just pray this goes my way. Once again, I did say I needed more animals in my life!