Rant: 1h08m on long term ignore Rave: 20minutes talking with the agent. It auto cancelled the same day as i bought my ticket, but i am back on the same flights.
Rave/Rant: I just signed up for an Entrepreneurship and New Business Cert IV for next year so I pull my finger out and start making the next moves in life instead of sitting in my bubble. The idea is to take Veterans out bush canyoning and climbing, things like that. I'm terrified. Rave: Only two weeks until I'm in Fiji diving with sharks, take all my new gear for a test run on the 20th. Rave: Saw Tool again on the weekend and they played Prison Sex live for the first time in 23 years. Epic set.
Rant: Husband got invited on a buddy trip in early December so OF COURSE when the time rolls around for him to leave, both kids are sick. I make it through the weekend with a snotty baby that can barely nurse and a cranky preschooler spiking fevers up to 103.5*. Then husband comes home with a new cold and promptly gives it to everyone. I hate everything. I’m going back to Covid lockdown. Everyone has just been taking turns being sick since August.
RANT: The fan over my stove just imploded. Sounds like the cage just came apart. Sounds like a differential that came apart at speed. This could make xmas cooking a wee bit interesting, but at least I have 3 bbq’s and a smoker that should be up to the task.
RANT: Fuck range hood manufacturers. The $20 squirrel cage fan came apart at speed so I need a new one. Oh… what’s that? You don’t sell just the $20 plastic fan cage on its own? I need to buy the whole $250 fan assembly to get it? And it’s 2 weeks to get here? FUCK YOU. I wish I had the time to 3d print a replacement. There are some stl’s out there, but none fit my application, so I’d have to actually design the part I’d need. I don’t have the skills for that, or the time to learn what I’d need to know. I’ve got other priorities right now.
Rant: 2025 can kiss my ass. Good riddance. It started with losing my best friend, our dog Cooper who I loved more than I like a lot of people. He was only four years old. I miss him terribly. It ends with news of an old friend’s death. As life sometimes will cause to happen, our paths went in different directions so I hadn’t seen him much over the past 10-15 years. I owe much of my life to him. We went through paramedic school together, worked together and had a lot of good times. He and his then girlfriend introduced me to my wife. I was best man when the two of them got married and they were both in our wedding. When we were expecting our first born, we asked them to be godparents. He was a damned good man. He was only 56. Fuck this year.
Rant: Second. Fuck this year. My niece passed away, my wife's aunt died a week before that, I was forced to fire my former boss for stupid reasons when his wife was going through chemo and my parents are starting to really look old.
Rant. My mother died at 11am yesterday the 4th. Not a rave but she died at age 94 and had a hell of a run. Got to see and do her bucket list items in retirement. She had been going downhill all during 2025 and frankly it is now a relief that she is no longer suffering. I do not need any condolences, but tell your mom you love her as I fucked up and did not do that the last week of her life.
RANT: I have mice in my house. Had some HVAC work done and they forgot to re-insulate the outside vent, so there's a clear open space pathway from the inside of my house to the outside. I can wave at fuckers outside through the gap. Needless to say I now see a ton of mice tracks (shit) where they have turned it into their new foraging highway. I now have mice running along my ducting. FUCKING HELL. RAVE: Got me some poison packs. Started dropping them along the mouse superhighways. They are now all gone... obviously dragged away to be eaten by those fucking vermin. Every few hours I go and check and then restock the poison supply. I got a great big bucket of farm-grade (aka illegal in Ontario for peeps like me) shit from ebay, thanks to a farmer in Mabitoba, so it's the Good Shit™. Die motherfuckers die. I'm running my own mICE agency and killing off these fuckers. (And yes, I hit the gaps with new expanding foam to stop future incursions). RANT: Not looking forward to potential dead rodent smells, but worth it in the long run.
lol @Nettdata I posted awhile back about some vermin trying to get into the crawlspace. I rigged the vent back up but two nights ago the fucker(s) was back and the hole is bigger now. So we're back to "Is there something under the house or can we permanently close it up?" conundrum.