I bet Nettdata did it. Rave: Been taking bass lessons for a few weeks, and I'm actually starting to be able to do stuff! The more I learn the more fun it becomes. Can't wait to see how far I can go with this. I've got a friend who's a fucking awesome guitar player, and if I get good enough by the summer he says he definitely wants me in his band. Fuck would that be awesome.
Rant: Popped my fucking knee while learning how to pull guard today. Time will tell if it's a sprain or something worse.
Updated Rant: Went to talk to my professor today. I was quickly informed that she would be out all week due to a death in her family. I feel bad for her and realize it is a shitty time for her, but at the same time, I still have almost zero idea what the fuck I am supposed to be doing. On top of that, I am supposed to present tomorrow, but without her there, I have no fucking clue whether or not we're still presenting. All I want is a little communication, not even necessarily from her, but from the department, and I don't think that is too much to ask. On the one hand, I can't imagine her wanting to have us present our lessons without her there to grade them, as that is sort of the entire point. On the other hand, she arranged for a bunch of middle/high school teachers to be there for us to present too, and I don't know that she wants to push that back/reschedule that. Again, I have zero, no, none, nada idea what the fuck is going on, if we're presenting tomorrow, if we're NOT presenting tomorrow... no idea. There is so little communication it is fucking scary. Rave: I just finished my Unit Plan and Lesson Plan. Again, I have no idea if it is what she wants or not, but fuck it, it is done and I'll present it. If I crash and burn, I'll just explain that I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, and that it was never properly explained. I fully expect that everyone in the class will have something different and a different interpretation of what the fuck we're supposed to be doing, so I'm hoping she catches on that she explained this assignment really, really, really, really poorly. I'll probably tweak my presentation a little bit between now and tomorrow when I am supposed to present, but fuck it, it is done. Rant: I have to dress up for this presentation tomorrow (I hate dressing up), and I have busted my ass all day today to figure out what the fuck I am doing. I am more stressed than I have ever been, and likely will not be sleeping at all tonight. If I show up tomorrow only to find out that we aren't presenting and it has been postponed, but that no one had the common fucking courtesy to send an email to let us know what the fuck is going on, I am going to be beyond fucking furious. I just want to get this shit over with. I understand that a death in the family is tragic and unexpected, but all I am asking for is a minor amount of communication. Tell the secretary to send a fucking email to let us know that we're not presenting this week, and it is pushed back, and we'll find out more later. Tell us SOMETHING! If we DO present tomorrow, I'll probably be stressed and annoyed, but at least I'll get it over with. Rant: On top of all of this shit, my wife's car (only 1 year old) was dead when she went to go to lunch today. I spent a good 2 hours dealing with that silly shit, too. The battery was dead, and this is the 3rd time in the year since we've owned the car that the battery has been dead for no good god damned reason. It just felt like the diarrhea frosting on the shit-cake day that I've already had. Fuck it, I'm going to get fucked up.
Rave: After tonight I can't stop watching this. YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT PLAYOFFS? The video takes a few minutes to get to the rapping, but when it does it is pure awesome. In a can!
Rave: It's my 25th birthday. Hooray for the age of cheaper car insurance finally arriving! No, seriously, that's about the only benefit I can see. Rant: Maybe it's my imagination, but after getting drunk on Monday night I was still hungover this morning at 10am. Please tell me mid-20s hangovers don't always last two days? And Goddamnit my body is feeling a lot creakier after gym lately. Rave: In exactly two weeks' time, I'll be a quarter of the way to LA for a month's vacation. Fuck I hope the next 12 days of work fly by. U-S-A! U-S-A! Even bigger rave: The Aussie dollar is kicking fucking ass right now. Two years ago when I travelled the US it started at 98 US cents and slowly crept down over the eight weeks I was there. This time it's nearly 97 cents and climbing. That makes your awesome cheap beers, cheap food and cheap clothing (seriously, I'm going to bring an empty suitcase and leave with a new wardrobe) even cheaper for me!
Rant, Logged into facebook, half my news feed is my friends, those who are girls, and my buddies wives complaining about being pregnant. This displeases me...and kind of annoys me. Edit, forgot my rave... Rave, I get to watch the House episode I Dvr'd last night. Hugh Laurie is genius....
Rant: I'm now one of those guys who posts in the porn thread. Rant: School is intense. Work is intense. In debt. Rave: Gorgeous girl in my life.
Rave: I'm 27 and still don't get bad hangovers. Rant: I'm 27 and feel a whole hell of a lot creakier after the gym than when I was 20.
I am beginning to think my boss is multi-personality schizophrenic. We discussed last week typing up a report to send to some collaborators. On Monday, I asked specific questions and specific details to include in the report when I typed it up and he told me to do the report a specific way. Now today, after spending 3 days on this thing, he tells me I'm not understanding and re-type the report a different way. GODDAMN-IT I SPECIFICALLY ASKED HOW YOU WANTED IT ON MONDAY AND YOU TOLD ME THIS WAY WAS FINE BUT NOW YOU WANT ME TO RETYPE IT A DIFFERENT WAY. FUCCKKKK I'm so angry I could punch someone right now. Fuck it, I am going home early today and spending my time looking for another job, fuck this place and fuck this job, the communication issues here are ridiculous.
Rave: Kid Cudi on Friday and no work on Saturday! This is the first (the FIRST!) Friday night that I've been able to enjoy since May. Woohoo we gonna have a goooood time! Rave: Had lunch at a new BBQ place near campus. Not as good as KC bbq, but some damn fine food nonetheless. A good brisket sandwich doused in spicy sauce is king. Then, on the ride home, I finally was able to go a city block hands-free without crashing. I've been able to ride a bicycle for 15 years today was the first day to pull that off (yeah, I'm a big kid now!). Rant: My girlfriend is beyond stressed out this week and it sucks. This is one of the situations where the distance blows... I really wish I could be there to help. Rave: Out of the blue, I got an offer to interview for a job yesterday. A guy I've met through work this summer approached me yesterday when I saw him and gave me the lowdown on what he'll be doing soon. The job would combine my business skills and love for good food. Damn I am happy... he's an awesome guy and it sounds like a great opportunity.
Rave: Just got a new (to me) car! Rant: Between 6 months insurance, registration and sales tax it's going to be about $1,500 just to put the damn thing on the road... fucking Connecticut.
Rant The bar/restaurant I work at is run like fucking shit. Yesterday, one of the bartenders decided not to show up for his morning/afternoon shift... Our annual audit was at 8pm. I ended up bartending and bar backing all day aka cleaning not only the stuff I was scheduled to clean (keg room, beer cooler, storage in general) but his stuff as well (the entire bar). To top this off, my manager asks me to work on Saturday night because they fucked up the scheduling and the bar back scheduled is on fire duty. I kindly inform her that my out of work schedule may or may not allow me to work Saturday. She tells me that if it's my schoolwork, that's fine. If I'm playing rugby though, I need to be at work instead. Hey bitch, I gave you my availability sheet a month ago for the school year. I am not available on Saturdays precisely because of rugby, and what I do with my time outside of work is not your business. I'm not available, that's the end of the story. She goes on to explain that one night that I called out of work, they saw me at the rugby pitch practicing instead of a "school thing" that I had used as an excuse. I corrected her, telling her that it was not me (it wasn't), and that I was at a mandatory Industrial Design department meeting that night. She scoffs at me and tells me that it's unacceptable for me to miss work due to rugby but that it's irrelevant now. I nearly walked off the job. I will be filing my two weeks notice as soon as one of the other jobs I have applied for comes through. Fuck this place. Rave I stayed up late last night learning the Rainmaker desktop customization tool and took the best features from the Windows and Mac desktops and put them into a sexy, manageable desktop that I can work from. I'm patting myself on the back as we speak.
RANT:Fuck, man. I really liked this guy's take on a lot of shit. Sad. <a class="postlink" href="http://www.wwtdd.com/2010/09/greg-giraldo-has-died/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.wwtdd.com/2010/09/greg-giraldo-has-died/</a> <a class="postlink" href="http://www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com/2010/09/greg-giraldo-died.html" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com/20 ... -died.html</a>
Rant: The wife made me shave me head to get rid of my mohawk (she said she would not longer have sex with me while I still had it, and at that point the choice was obvious). Joke, once again, is on her, but I'm gonna catch flack for this until my hair grows back: my surgery scar is about 200 times worse than any of us imagined. It's not an "oh cool scar dude" type thing, it's more of an "oh shit! what happened?!?" kind of formation. Rave: The first 2/3rds of Tucker Max's Assholes Finish First is pure fucking gold. Better than IHTSBIH in every way. Worth the $14 on Amazon, easily. Rant: Last 1/3rd is not looking to be cool. Once he "becomes famous" in the book, it's just kind of weird. The story about him almost fucking the 14 year old has some funny parts, but it just makes me feel creepy, like I should put the book down and stop reading. From scanning ahead, the last part is what others have written about him -- to me, that looks like filler. I'm willing to guess he had enough material for a short book, his publisher wanted a longer one to set up a third, so he tossed in whatever crap he could think of that would remotely segue. I can't even imagine what material his purported third book, Hilarity Ensues, will contain. I hope it's awesome, and regardless I'll buy it because I'm a fan and I want to support entertainers/artists to which I'm loyal, but I'm just not sure at this point. Rave: The first story in the book, the one about the Duke campout and the megaphone, has the potential to be the next "Austin Road Trip" type story. Every douchebag and his frat brother is going to get a megaphone now. This'll make me furious, but the story itself is fucking hilarious.
RAVE: Have gotten most of our wedding photos and I looked FUCKING AMAZING. This feels like a serious victory because a) I lost no weight for the wedding, b) I had subtle makeup (to the point where people who see the pictures comment on how natural it was), and c) I did not tan, fake or otherwise. Basically, I looked like myself: a pale chick with a symmetrical face and decent figure. Ok, I did have cups sewn into the top of the dress, and thus my boobs looked more gigantic than they had any right to. But that was for my husband, the original Boob Man and appreciator of cleavage whether contrived or not. It still mystifies me that women will go all crazy trying to look perfect on their wedding day. It would profoundly depress me to know that I never, ever have a prayer of looking that good again. Instead, I know I looked great and I also know that I could be stronger and more toned if I put a little work in. RAVE: Started putting the work in. Yoga feels good.
Rave: Sage Francis is coming to my little podunk town in ze Switzerland. How absolutely fucking great! Rave: So is This Will Destroy You.