/jp/ - Otaku Culture

So I have a large collection of doujin I'm trying to sort and organize. Would it be better to zip each into a .7z archive and use a program like CDisplay to read them or keep them unzipped in a folder, what are the benefits of each?

How does /jp/ keep their doujin sorted? What programs do you use?

>decide to go recycle bottles
>bring them to a recycling center
>"I'm sorry, we can't accept bottles that still have the label and plastic ring around the top. Please remove those and bring them back."
>go home, spend an hour doing that, come back
>hobo guy is now replaced with mexican guy
>can barely speak English, won't give me money because there are no labels on them
>tell him to do it by weight instead of by container
>he called up somebody, hear the word "suspicia" while he's talking
>police officer comes by and says that he has to confiscate the bottles on the grounds that I might have stolen them
>more officers come by, all niggers
>say I'm going to make a claim
>officers laugh, said they have the right to throw me in jail for 72 hours for absolutely no reason on the grounds of "public obscenities"

That's the last time I go outside.

this is the end

The world is mine

stop it you fuck

>implying i care

>implying i care

>implying i care

(´_ゝ`)

You don't have it, because you don't deserve it.

I just wanna go go go

I just wanna go go go

When I was in elementary school there was a park in my neighborhood. Because it was surrounded by tall buildings, you could visit the park at twilight and the sounds of cars and the hubbub of people would completely disappear. It was the kind of park that offered a small pocket of quiet in the big city.

When dinnertime came, and the friends I was playing with went home, I had to hang around the park waiting until my parents came and got me.

When I grew tired of the swings, I would go to the sandbox in the corner of the park and play. For some reason I always felt drawn to it. Most kids liked the swings and the slide better; the sandbox was often overlooked.

In the late afternoon the sunlight would come streaming silently between the two buildings and dye the world red. With no one to talk to, I was always by myself in the sandbox. I remember there was always a discarded yellow plastic bucket to play with. I took off my shoes and thrust my feet into the cool sand. It felt good to have the tiny grains between my toes.

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>implying i care