RANT: Summer camp season has begun, and there are new and improved Dragon Boat classes being given on my lake for the kiddies. So now there are 4 dragon boats on the water. And they're using drums to keep the beat of the strokes. So now my once serene home-office has a constant set of 4 drums beating in the background. And they can't keep time; the idiots beating the drums are more out of step than the paddlers. Can't they use a triangle or something a little less obnoxious? RAVE: Speaking of obnoxious, I set up my PA to point out the door, and ran a 30 second loop of the intro to this song (from the studio version, can't find it on YouTube): Spoiler I laughed my ass off at the ensuing confusion as the kids got all confused as to which drum beat to follow, and the resulting angry looks from the camp counsellors that were commanding the boats. Was it a prickish thing to do? Yep. Was it funny? Yep. Am I drinking in the sun already? Yep. RAVE: Oh.... and I have bagpipes! Some lakes have the Loch Ness Monster? Mine has the crazy old guy with bagpipes.
"Yes. I did what I am accused of doing. It was inappropriate, but nothing I did was illegal. The issue at hand deals with my personal life, and it will remain personal. I admit what I've done, take full responsibility for my actions, and now consider the matter closed. Thank you." END OF THE FIRST AND ONLY PRESS CONFERENCE. END OF DISCUSSION. END OF SCANDAL. FOR FUCKING ONCE IN YOUR FUCKING LIVES, LEARN FROM THE MISTAKES OF OTHERS, YOU STUPID, EGO-DRIVEN MORONS.
Rant: The AC went out in my car on Saturday. The man hasn't had time to as much as look at it much less fix it yet. This meant I made my 3 hour round trip for my courier job in 95 degree heat with my windows down and sunroof open. Even driving 75mph I was cooking. I ended up stripping driving down the interstate (I was wearing an undershirt and I didn't get desperate enough to lose that.) If it's not fixed tomorrow I'm either driving his truck or seeing if I can borrow my mom's car, I can't fucking handle that shit. I'm a puss when it comes to heat anyway and now that I'm knocked up it's even worse. Rave: I need to clean house but my ass is already firmly parked in the bedroom and I have no intentions of moving unless it's to refill my tea glass
RANT: My phone broke. Had to go drop 200 bones on a new Iphone 4. Also, my windshield got a chip in it on the way to work today, right in my view.
Rave: My dog just interrupted two people fucking up off of the hiking trail we hike every night. He always runs to the top of this waterfall because there's a nice big pool at the top where he gets a drink. So the dog goes running off and 30 seconds later I hear a scream, a bark, and then see a dog coming back down the hill and a guy pulling up his pants. Then a woman stands up adjusting a bra. Too funny. Rant: So other people know about my secret banging spot at the top of the waterfall... damn.
Rave: Going to the ship for a few landings tomorrow. Marine's get to do the ship ops, but Navy students don't...what logic is that? I'll post a picture or two and maybe a movie of me landing if the other student on the ship isn't a dumbass. Rave: 16 more flights/events, and after tomorrow, 14. Here's to hoping I don't get cancelled for anything in the next two weeks!!
Rave: There is a huge shortage of senior IT skills in the city I live in at the moment. It's really hard to get anyone with a decent resume in. Why is this a rave? Because I have an awesome resume. Have an interview for a role where I am currently the only qualified candidate who's applied, at a BIG bump above my current rate. I took this role 3 months ago at a substantial bump from my previous role. If I land this new role from the interview - it will be more than double what I was on before this job. I will have the option to bag another 10% on top of that if I want to skip holidays and I will have an option to add another 10% or 20% if I want to work some extra hours. Holy fuck. Rant: My financial position is so fucked that all this extra money will pretty much go straight to my creditors Rave: I might actually be able to shut all of my creditors up!
Rave: Used the ACOG on the range. It makes things a breeze. Normally the 300 yard line is a pain in the ass... instead, it's a joke. I had more problems with the 200 yard line than the 300. I didn't miss once at the 500 yard line. Rave: Finally got my car! Rave: Paid 7600 dollars cash for it, all out of pocket. I am the only person in my shop who doesn't have a car loan. Rant: Didn't have plates on it, so I had to go to the DMV. This doesn't need any further elaboration; any visit to the DMV is a rant. Rant: The gate guard was a complete douchenozzle to me. Yes, it doesn't have plates. That's why I have these temporary tags. No, I can't pull plates out of my ass. Yes, please call your supervisor.
RANT: Please tell me that was a dream. I should be waking up any moment now. If not please tell me what gods i have to pray to, to make sure that shit never happens again.
Rave: I'm drunk and I just shaveed my balls. Not the best of the decisions, but I didn't cut anything so I'm good. I'll check back tomrorow and make sure all is well..
Rave: Just saw X-Men: First Class. It's like God heard my prayers and took all my favorite things (superheroes, Nazis, hot ass teutonic-looking men) and just balled them all up into a movie for my enjoyment. And it was super nerdy on top of that? So excited I almost threw up. Rave: I should drink less. That's a rave because it's a liiiie.
Rant Statistics exam soon. I fucking hate statistics. Rave Physical examination course later, finally something I can actually DO, rather than read a book about it.
Rant: I found a guy on Craigslist to buy a desk from. We emailed back and forth, talked on the phone, and came to an agreement about the price and the time I would come pick it up. Cue 8:30am when the motherfucker isn't answering his phone OR his door. I called his phone before we got there like he requested. Then we got there and knocked on the door. Hmm. Let's call his phone again. The second time I called, instead of ringing, it went straight to voicemail. Luckily his apartment was close to my house so it's not like I drove an hour to be letdown. But really. Why are people so damned flaky? aaaand he just called me back. Godamnit.
RAVE: Just got a call back from the ultrasound school I am trying to get into. Interview set for Friday at 1130am! Really excited about this new prospect.
Rant: We got smashed last night, and it was largely my fault. Not only could I not find the rim all night, towards the end of the game I was just getting tired, and the guy I was guarding...wasn't. Now I understand why he was their first round draft pick. After keeping him to 8 points in the first half, he popped me for like 20 in the second, just by outworking me. This is not good. Rave: 16-11-3 isn't a bad line, in the end. And I got to posterize somebody, which I didn't even expect to do. It was one of those things where I was just thinking: holy shit, that guy is under the basket. And he's backing up! I should just go for it and see what happens. Rave/Rant: Long seasons. I gotta get my shit together though. I should be horsing this league, but my touch is off and I'm out of cardio shape. I'm also thin and weak, but that's always been true, so no point complaining about it now.
Rant: All I know is hate. I'm on call this week for work and have to carry a pager around. Yes, really. I got a page this morning at 3:15 this morning. Did about 30 minutes of work and crawled back to bed in a desperate attempt to go back to sleep. Just as I'm drifting off, the fucking pager goes off at 4:45. Another half hour of work. I know I'm not going to be able to sleep, so I get ready for work. I leave my house at 7:15 to get some coffee and to be at work by 8. Apparently there's a big event going on in downtown Seattle that essentially doubles my morning commute. I'm behind on my day, exhausted, and ready to snap. Rave: Bonus program at work and extra on call money this pay period. Friday needs to fucking get here already.