RANT OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK: I'm pretty sure the guy next to me shit his pants. It smells like crap and he seems really unwilling to move, and it gets worse when I walk by him. It's been like that for 20 min now.
Rant: Ahh workouts at the new year, busy as fuck, and I'm weak as fuck. Awesome. MEGA FUCKING RANT!! Fucking USAA customer service!! "All representatives are currently assisting other customers, the next representative will be available in -57- minutes." Or try 51 minutes. Or One hour, 12 minutes. Or 53 minutes. Jesus, is there ONE person dealing with what I want to do? And why the hell do they take an hour to do something? Jebus H!! All I want to do is make a goddamn wire transfer to another USAA account you fucking people!! Rave: Got to drive my car for the first time in two and a half weeks. It's still awesome. Edit: Rave: Hooray! I was able to finagle my way into some random customer service and they did the transfer for me!! Yay for scheming the system.
Rave: Day is improving thanks to a long talk on the phone with a friend I rarely see. Addendum to first rant from my last post: It's currently 51*F (duh, this is America!) on January 5th in central Missouri. Stupid rednecks, their own logic fails them.
Rant: Hangover Rave: Off day Rave: Finding this board roughly 2 years after RMMB went down. Better late than never?
Sorry for the 2nd post, RANT/RAVE, not sure which: Just got a call from the Wing saying I won't be starting Helo school tomorrow, and there's no projected start date. Bad because I want to fucking start!! Good because it means extra time to study.
Rant: I don't like posting "actual" rants here, because I'm like, everybody's got their problems, you know? And, I'm not a real big share-er. But, typing all this is somewhat cathartic. Extended long and depressing rant Spoiler My dad has now been in the hospital for 4 days, with a feeding tube and a respiratory infection. My Mom can't let go, I want his suffering to end permanently, my sisters are split. This is absolutely brutal and there are impossible decisions to make, all with cruel consequences. Fuck. Rave: Thank you, whichever mod/admin sent me this rep for this post http://www.theidiotboard.com/messageboard/viewtopic.php?p=96545#p96545. That gave me a really nice chuckle, and I needed that.
RAVE: The last hour has been goddamn amazing. I (think) I scored $175 crampons for $50, and I heard back from one of the PR firms I'm hounding for a job. They're not hiring until February/March, but want to bring me in for an interview next week anyway. If Andrew Luck declares for the draft tonight I'll chalk up 1/5/2011 as the greatest fucking day I've had in weeks.
I saw a half-eaten, open-faced jelly sandwich covered in coarse black hair resting on an escalator banister today. Sometimes, I just can't deal with things. Edit: Reminded me of this.
Rant: I was back at home tonight visiting my mom (and more importantly my dog) when she said that a letter came for me. Which is weird because I don't get mail. Not even junk mail. Gravitas: Who is the letter from? Mom: I think it's from The New Yorker. Gravitas: What the hell? How would they get my name and address....holy...no way. Go get the letter. It dawns on me that I drunkenly submitted some work to them a while back and gave them my address in hopes that they would send me some money and publish it. So I get the letter and tear it open. The first thing I see is $281.53. My heart leaps. Holy shit! And then I see the words "cover price" right above it. Those fuckers took my address to send me a coupon for a discounted "professionals" rate. Assholes. Rave: Got a great discount for a 1 year subscription to the New Yorker.
Rant: Fuck UPS. I don't get how I can send something from my town to San Francisco, about 60 miles max with guaranteed 1 day service, delivery confirmation, signature required because it has my passport and a cashiers check, copies of my marriage license, and more personal information than you can imagine, and I get this message today (paraphrased) "whoops, looks like we forgot to put it on the truck to be delivered" Fuck you UPS. I should have just driven it there myself.
Rave: Big Day Out GC is gonna be fucking awesome. Bloody Beetroots 7:00 Iggy and the Stooges, Rammstein and Tool for the highlights. Rant: I'm so old. It's gonna take a lot of drugs to get through the day. Rave: Drugs are delicious Rant: Only a few short weeks to recover before Rave: Soundwave 12:30 Milencolin/MPX/The Ataris, 1:20 36 Crazy Fists, 2:10 Devil Driver / Primus, 2:50 All that Remains, 3:35 Bullet for my valentine/Murderdolls, 4:30 Thirty Seconds to Mars, 5:40 Slayer, 6:10 One day as Lion, 7:00 Rob Zombie/Queens of the Stone Age, Iron Maiden 8:00 (2 hr set!) Damn whoever scheduled so many bastard conflicts.
Rant: People who are completely oblivious to their own rancid body odor. 2 nights ago, my wife and I went downstairs to our building's exercise room. It was empty, so we each started using a treadmill. We'd been there for about 10 minutes when a random tenant walked in. I don't recall seeing him before. He must be fairly new to the building. Anyway... He took off the sweater that he was wearing, started using an elliptical machine and it then took about a minute for the stench to hit us. It was some of the worst body odor that I've ever smelt. And this wasn't "I just had a good workout" body odor. This was "I haven't even attempted to bathe in days" body odor. We stuck around for about 10 more minutes and that's all we could take. It was disgusting. I ran into the same guy last night when I was taking the dog outside. I was waiting for an elevator with 3 or 4 other people when body odor guy walked into the lobby. People were covering their noses within seconds. I was about 10 feet away from him and the smell was still overwhelming. Luckily, I didn't end up sharing an elevator with him. Here's my question... HOW? How the FUCK can someone not realize that they smell like that? Why subject your fellow tenants to that? I've walked past homeless people who were less offensive to the senses. I mean... Dude... I'll GIVE you some goddamn soap if you agree to stop polluting my nostrils.
Rant: Hey Mr. bicyclist, Stop signs apply to you too fuckstick. Next time you choose to blow through one, I'll make you my new hood ornament.
Rant I'm starting to get sick, and don't have any whiskey for a hot toddy. Also, instead of resting I get to listen to a contractor rip a hole in the ceiling of my apartment to get attic access to hook up the bathroom vent to, get this, a vent outside. 30 years of moisture into the walls from four units leaves us with an interesting mold problem. Hurray.
RAVE: GF has been all moved in for about two and a half weeks. Since she's unemployed she's been spending most of her time cleaning the place and making it more efficient. RAVE: Not having to drive to Boston, find parking and go out evey weekend has been great on the wallet RANT: Since she's unemployed she's not contributing to rent (deadline March 1 bitch) and has been bored to tears being cooped up in a small apartment on a farm in winter all day.
Rave: Sao Paulo is fucking amazing. Rave: The women can be summed up with two words: dat ass! Rave: We go to a beach town tomorrow. 80 degree weather, cheap beer, and gorgeous women in tiny bikinis is what I have needed for a long time.
As promised... RANT: Dear Andrew Luck, I want to be mad at you. Really, I do. I want to cuss you out and wish you a future that's some disastrous, twisted combination of Jake Locker and Ryan Leaf. But god damn it, I respect your decision. I respect that you made it quickly and with your best personal interests in mind. You have to understand, however, that you didn't just pull a LeBron and shit all over one city; you just ruined any semblance of optimism in two whole states. North and South Carolina were ready to embrace you in a way they've never embraced a sports hero ever before. Instead, you leave them with, what, some Julius-Peppers-lite from Clemson named Bowers? The Carolina Panthers have never had a franchise QB. Not once. The 2-14 season was totally going to be worth it, because finally, we'd have one. Now what? Everyone knows you can't win in this league without a franchise QB, and that's especially true in the NFC South, competing against the likes of Brees, Ryan, and that fuck Freeman. With the No. 1 pick, the Panthers were going to turn their franchise around for the next 10-15 years. That same No. 1 pick is now the least valuable of its kind in recent memory. Today is a day that will forever live in infamy in Charlotte. I can't remember being this downtrodden since the Rae Carruth fiasco. Three of your senior offensive linemen are leaving. So is your coach. You just won the Orange Bowl, and are set to finish in the Top 5 for the first time in school history. No matter how stellar of a year you have in 2011, it won't come close to rivaling that. You want your degree and you like college, that's fine. I liked college too. But I sincerely hope you come to regret your decision as you struggle toward bowl eligibility and some other Belle of the Ball QB usurps you as the consensus No. 1 pick. As I've said, I respect you and your decision. In some sick way I hope the Panthers lose 14 or 15 games again, which is likely with that fuckstick Jimmy Clausen, so we can draft you in 2012. With fans, hope always springs eternal. There's always next year, something to look forward to, a bright spot in the darkest of places. You just took that away from Carolina fans. At best, I can hope for the next three or four years to be mediocre, and that's a shitty place to be in its own right. Who wants to be 7-9 and picking 15th in the draft? That's no man's land, and thanks to you, that's where my team is destined to reside for the foreseeable future. Combine the Panthers with the Bobcats, and being a Charlotte sports fan is about as bleak as it gets. If there's one thing I can take out of all this, though, it's this. At least I'm not from Cleveland. Sincerely, your now anti-fan, JGold
Rant: Fucking snow. Just walked into a building on campus, took my first two steps downstairs and WEEEEEEEEEEE I was sledding down the concrete stairs on my ass and backpack. Rant: My back is fucking killing me. Rave: My laptop which was in my bag survived unscathed. Thank fuck. With an exam tomorrow a broken laptop was the last thing I needed.