Rant: (CNN) Florida highway patrol troopers who arrived at the home of Tiger Woods on Saturday to talk with him and his wife about his car crash were told he was unavailable. Isn't that fucking convenient? If I ran into a fire hydrant and then hit a tree at 2:30 in the morning I don't think the police would accept "He's not available to talk to you" as a legitimate excuse to not interview me about what in God's name happened. They would've Tasered my maid and then beat me with sticks for her saying I was unavailable to talk about the unpleasantries. We have a thread going on about double standards...try crashing into a tree at 3 in the morning and then telling the police you are unavailable to talk about it at the moment. It ain't going to work in your favor. Unless you're Tiger Woods. http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/11/28/tiger.woods/index.html
Rant- Was driving behind a guy today that was cleaning out his car. While driving. In front of me. Would it be acceptable to hock a loogy in the guy's car?
Rave: I just cooked this: http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009 ... ice-cream/ It was pretty much the most amazing thing ever
Rave: I cannot even begin to describe how glad I am to be back in Minnesota after my looooong holiday weekend at my parents' house. I love my husband and daughter and am so glad to be back in our own house without any real drama in our lives. Rant: I never know why I put myself (or my husband) through going back to my parents' house. It's always hell. My parents are wealthy, religious zealots and all they talk about is work and money or God. My husband just found out his sister's husband has prostate cancer, and of course my dad has to put in his 2 cents about his eating habits and lifestyle (basically why he brought it on himself). It's so ironic that according to my dad cancer and illness are always the person's fault, but any good things come directly from God. I always want to fight with him, but it's never any use. He is so set in his ways and nothing I say will ever change him. My dad had to give a big lecture to me about how Nick Jr. (Nickelodeon station for preschoolers) was indoctrinating my child into a liberal lifestyle. Yeah, those lessons about friendship, cleaning up after yourself, and manners are REALLY devastating and going to turn my child into a hell-bound harlot. I could go on and on. It feels good to vent.
RANT: Dad's going in for heart surgery within the week. Surgery will take about 6 hours (a valve replacement and a triple bypass), but he'll be in recovery, in hospital, for 5-6 days. He'll be 2-3 months recovering. IT IS WHAT IT IS: Had a long call with my folks this afternoon, and am heading home in a few days, and will be there until New Years to help them out. My sister lives a few blocks away, but it's still pretty difficult for Mom to get the support she's going to need. RAVE: Called work and talked to them, and they were totally supportive, and said "we'll figure it out... family always comes first". I'll work remotely, and will set up a small office in my parent's basement. Couple that with regular conf calls, and it's all good. Work's biggest concern was me still getting paid, and how that'll work if/when I'm not local... which is quite irregular, and very touching. RAVE: Mom just called me again, in tears, telling me how much better she feels that I'll be there to help them out.
Mother of all RAVES: Thanksgiving with my parents. They’re simply awesome. I know I don’t have forever with them, but even after a cancer scare with my dad and a major operation on my mom, they looked the best in the last two years. I know it’s not cool to say, but I love them with all my heart and I was thankful to spend the time with them.
Rant: Back at school. I pretended like I didn't have work to do the entire break and now I have two papers to write, and a cognitive test and an achievement test to administer, grade, and write a report for due on Wednesday and Thursday. Fucking awesome. I also have 88 emails sitting in gmail that need to be read. Fuck me. Rant: Time went back way too fast. I feel like so much shit went undone at home. Rant: I realized that the majority of my friends in DC are friends of convenience, and that fucking sucks.
Rave: My bitch mother in law is on a plane. Away from me. Rant: The man and I are disintegrating. I don't have any try left. Being on the market again won't be too bad. I just hate it for the kids' sake.
RAVE: One year anniversary with the wife today. RAVE: My ex wife would get me gifts that were more of a "for us" kind of thing, mostly because she was selfish. My wife got me what? Oh, yeah, that's right: The Mikasa 8 panel Olympic volleyball I've been drooling over. She actually got me something I really wanted just because I wanted it. For me. Not for us, for me. Fuck, she's awesome.
Rant: I found out that my 1898 Krag carbine wasn't originally a carbine, and isn't worth dick. Rave: So I can't hurt the value of it by replacing the ancient shotgun-style butt with a nice custom Monte-Carlo. Mmmm... figured walnut. Rant: It won't be cheap.
Rant Finally bowed out to technology and picked up my first flatscreen and Blueray on the weekend. Jesus, I'm a idiot for missing out these years. Die Hard in high def? I'd have to choke myself while watching it if it got any better than this.
RANT: Procrastination is my mortal enemy. 5 more pages of this essay due at 10am and I hate myself for leaving it til midnight to finish. Rave: My brother is going to pick up a 42" flat screen tomorrow, so we will be rocking some COD: MW2 in super high def tomorrow. Now he can finally use the HDMI cable I spent $120 bucks on. Rave: Double header for the Leafs Monday/Tuesday! Lets keep the streak alive!
Rant: Just got back from my 4 day trip to Vegas. Don't really want to be back, but work calls. Rant: Lost about $120. But I guess in 4 days, that's pretty decent. Made most of my lost cash back last night. Rave: Discovered Pai Gow poker. Its such a chill game and if you play for a long time; hours, days, years consistently, you could end up with big money. Rant: Blackjack is not my game. Lost the most, the quickest playing this money pit. Rave: Sister comes to party with me this weekend. Good times. Rave: Christmas at home in TX. New Years on the slopes in Salt Lake City with a long time buddy. Can't wait.
Rave: I got to spend this weekend with my best friend who's on leave from the Marines before he ships off to Japan for two years. Rant: After 2 days of partying and hanging out with almost no sleep he really got on my nerves, and I on his. Fuck him for living 45 minutes away from everyone and making me pick him up. Especially then bitching about wanting to go home and sleep rather than spend our precious time together (not gay). Rant: And to top it all off, while tired as fuck we all went to get pizza and they forgot to make mine. I sat their for an hour as they gradually brought out my friends' shit but not mine. Eh..: Got my money refunded and still got the pizza and my drink. Normally "whoo, free pizza" but it was not worth it at all considering how tired I was. Rant: I currently have papers to write that are due tomorrow that I neglected all weekend because of the aforementioned best friend visiting. Fuckin' A. Rave: Friend is still gonna be here next weekend so I get to do it all over again!
Rant: Paper due tomorrow on Frankenstein. Haven't started. Read the book two years ago and didn't bother re-reading it for class. Thinking about just sleeping now and starting tomorrow. Rant: Apparently study abroad applications are due on Thursday. Not a problem, except that it is because the transcripts that are required take a few days to process. Rave: Find out if I'm hired tomorrow for a job that seems pretty sweet. Weird Discovery Rant: You know how girls say that they're peeing their pants when they laugh really hard? I found out today that they're not always exaggerating. Not sure how I feel about this news. Really? Something is so funny that you are unable to prevent yourself from pissing? I guess girls have more problems than previously believed.
Rant: Goddam city charity collectors are rude bastards. I have to walk through the most populous areas of the city I live in every day at lunchtime. Every single day there are charity collectors from different organisations who constantly hit me up to support whatever their cause is. Despite the fact that I usually have earphones in and am walking determinedly to my next appointment, these pricks insist on jumping in my way, or screaming at me to get my attention, and then get pissed off when I refuse to respond or tell them I am not interested. At least once a week I get hassled by them for refusing to engage. One guy today: "Oh, you don't want to give me money, you must like animals getting tortured." Piss off buddy. Just because I am organised and target my charitable donations and as a result refuse to give cash to you directly, does not mean that I am an animal hater. You are effectively SPAM in person form. Interaction with you is unsolicited, you take a scattergun approach to getting donations, and you don't take the hint that you are unwanted. Just piss off. Bastards...
RANT: Fucking Best Buy. I'm not so naive as to think that I could get a Black Friday deal today, but when you advertise a 40" Samsung in the paper TODAY, I expect you to either a) have the TV in stock, or b) at least be willing to honor the price. But no, I had to fight for an hour, only to be told by a sales guy that "the system just wasn't letting him do anything." (In his defense, I don't blame the sales guy. He really did try hard to get me the TV at that price, it's just a stupid, fucked up, and borderline illegal bait-and-switch tactic used by the corporate shills at BBY) RAVE: The guy said he'd get me the next model ($80 more) and make up the difference in accessories when I came in tomorrow. And don't worry, I'm not gonna get much, I know how much of a ripoff that stuff is. RAVE: I can afford a new TV because I hit a $500 jackpot on a slot machine in Vegas. Which makes up for the brutal beating I took at craps and blackjack. So I came out exactly even on the trip, which I count as a win.
Rave: I get possession of my first house today! No more living in a downtown hotel with two dogs! Woo-hoo! Rant: Yeah, I could rant about how busy I'll be this week or how much there is to do, but fuck it. It's New House Day. Nothing to complain about!