Rant: We fought and won a war, but the British Royal Family has managed to invade our country yet again.
Rant: I hate to pile on with the royal wedding rants, but I had the most vapid discussion last night. Spoiler People have lost their minds. I was in line at Walgreens last night after working a 12 hour day and my patience was drained. I overheard the woman in front of me talking about how excited she was for this wedding with the cashier. "[blah blah] Can't wait to see her dress! [blah blah] Oh she's so lucky! [blah BLAH] He's going to be a DUKE!" After that final utterance, I couldn't help myself, and I had stop this. Me: Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, but I heard you discussing the wedding and you said he was going to be a Duke... Her: That's right, I heard they're making him a Duke, though I'm not sure of what. Me: Do you know what a normal day for a Duke is? Here's an example of a conversation they often have: "Hey, I'm the Duke of [whatever]" "Great, I'll have a number two with a diet coke" At that, she called me a douche and turned around, seemingly offended to her very core. As she was leaving, she shot me a scathing glare and proclaimed to me and the homeless guy buying Benadryl behind me that I was just jealous. Before she turned, I was able to look down at her hand and saw she was holding a commemorative wedding plate. I can only imagine how her apartment full of cats will appreciate the addition of that plate to their home.
Rant: Sinus Infucktion. The constant drainage down my throat is killing me. Rave: Slept in. Mucho bueno. Rave: Finally writing again, things have been chaotic and I have been severely off track. Just some small pieces, but I can feel the return of inspiration. Rant: I have a twelve hour work day tomorrow. Ugh. Rant: I need to run. I can't with my head feeling like it's going to explode. Fuck.
RANT: Why does everyone keep going on about this Royal Wedding? How is the marriage of these two people going to affect any one of us directly? RAVE: On the flip side, being ugly means I never have to worry about a wedding and can do just as I damn well please. RANT: Something always happens when I have to look after my dad's office. There's another guy who works there and he doesn't have keys (my dad's choice), so today, of course, is when the LPG cylinder goes empty. So cue much fighting with the LPG cylinder at my dad's office because the line was screwed in too tight and the tap on the line (not the one on top of the cylinder, thank goodness) got chipped in the process. Of course, this all happened while he was away so I'll get blamed for another unavoidable fuck-up because he wasn't smart enough to put in an extra fucking piece of pipe so that the tap can clear the cylinder properly, no, he has it so the fucking tap is right against the cylinder and thus gets fucked up when the line gets screwed in to place. AWESOME. Two fucking wasted days sitting in his office waiting for clients to phone sucks nearly as much. RAVE: John le Carré writes a good tale.
RAVE!!!! MiniMe got his TAKS (state standardized testing) results today. He missed one question in each subject. Highest score in his class. Rant: I got this news when I picked him up from school sick. Rave: Sunshine means I can wear my hot yoga shorts to work and no one will blink. And I have pink hair today. Additional question: The Guy's birthday is coming up, and he's super big on like pin-up girls (not Suicide Girls really, just the pin-up look kind of older girlie mag style). I was thinking of doing a photoshoot and making him one. Is this a totally retarded idea or is it something it's worth my time pursuing?
RAVE: My impossible to pass sim today was easy. Supposedly the instructor throws emergencies at you until you crash, today...not so much. Was able to handle everything and divert to a safe field. Rave: My squadron finally had a "party", there was beer, burgers and hotdogs. And our CO and the Asst Commodore both talked to us about flying helo's in the fleet. Good times Rave: It's an awesomely beautiful day out. Rave/rant: Lead dust contamination on a bunch of the aircraft from some cleanup job in the hangar. Only about 10 birds were unaffected by it, so, 10 birds for 3 squadrons...doesn't work out too well. Rave: Have to find an instructor who wants to go on a cross country flight next weekend to Nashville. Awesome!
Rant: Cancer, in all its bastard forms, can suck a moldy dick. Rest in peace, Ian. Your grace, your laughter, your brilliance and your dignity will not be forgotten. You are loved and you are missed.
Rave: Everyone at my new home is friendly and welcoming, from my peers all the way up to the master sergeant and the chief warrant officer. I start actually training on the equipment on Tuesday. Rant: On either Monday or Tuesday, I have to move out of my nice barracks into the Transient Barracks because they're ripping out all the air conditioners on my floor. For two months. And it's falling apart. And it'll be four to a room. I know it could be worse, (Things could ALWAYS be worse) but it still sucks.
RANT: Had my car aligned. The fucking retards didn't tighten the goddamn bolts on the rear suspension! My brand fucking new 245 35 ZR 20 tire is toast. They will pay.
RAVE: First "relaxing" weekend in a while. Two straight climbing trips, and then a visit to the parents in Boston. Nice to just be hanging out in Denver. The weather is going to suck (snow tomorrow), but going to try to make it to a couple Rockies games. RAVE: Best in the MLB, bitches! RANT: Dropped my iPhone today probably a foot, from the coffee table to the floor. Nice giant crack in the screen. RAVE: One of you knows why.
Rave Fuck yeah! Fubar II is on. So stoked to see this. Tron used to be a bartender at my favorite (now defunct) dive bar.
Rant: The #2 news story on both CNN.com and Yahoo right now is the wave of storms in the south that has killed 300+ Americans. The #1 story on both is the fucking royal wedding. What the fuck is wrong with our media?? (Fox News' website has their priorities straight)
Rave: Dana White can be a bullheaded dick about stuff with contracts, fighters, rival promotions and any other number of things (though for a lot of those things, there's at least some business sense behind them), but despite that, he loves the fans. At a Q&A session for UFC 129 in Toronto, some guy makes fun of him for struggling to put the belt on the champion sometimes, then asks if he can come in and do it himself...and Dana says yes. Obviously there's a good chance it won't happen, but if it does, that's fucking cool. <a class="postlink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3MjD3v3n5s" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3MjD3v3n5s</a> Rant: I wasn't able to get tickets when they went on sale. I paid to get access to the presale then missed the opening by a couple hours due to work. I didn't think it would be a huge deal, but I woefully underestimated how big this event was going to be and wasn't able to get anything. Sigh. Rant: I also forgot to book work off tonight so I won't even get to watch it live. Double sigh.
Rave: Got a text from Verizon today, seems I am eligible for early upgrade now as apposed to December like I expected. Now the questions is do I pick up a 4G HTC Thunderbolt now, or wait to see if there is something even better coming down the pipe in the next few months. EDIT: Also, for all you dirty fuckers that repped me on my last post: It's not the fucking herp, it's just a simple canker soar, I get them every now and then.
Rant: Damn you text messages! Where even a falling down drunk girl can sound sober enough to consent when she types "What are you doing right now?" and "come over"