RAVE: While some people choose to enjoy big toys, I gave a close friend a somewhat smaller, but remote controlled toy for her birthday. It has been pretty well received so far, to say the least.
Rave: Sold the Volvo S40 today. Netted some cash. Rave: For the first time since 1976 they are expecting snow where I live.
Rave: My Pens seats were awesome. On the glass, great view of precisely half the ice, and I managed to eye-fuck the shit out of some Sharks tonight. Mmmm...I'm officially a hockey fan. Rant: Pens lost in the goddamn shootout. I do not relish the feeling of OHYAYOHYAYOHYAY....oh no. Not cool. And my voice is gone. Rave/Rant: Bar Mitzvah Dude also attended the game, and he met my Dad tonight. !!! I think it just became serious. Rave: Quality time with Pops! Although I think he should drive next time- holy backseat driving, Batman.
Rave: I just installed an SSD drive in my laptop. I think I'm gonna get motion sickness from how fast everything is running.
Mega Rave: Work is finished for the week and off to Brisbane tomorrow for Soundwave Festival. Can't wait to see Iron Maiden. Rave: Catch up with a few mates I haven't seen in a couple of years.
Rave: Went out for drinks with a woman for the first time in a while - that went well. Rant: Got in a fist-fight tonight with a shoplifter. I stopped at the gas station near my apartment and a pimp-looking little piece of shit stole a high-end lighter. The cashier held the doors shut and another guy called the cops. He pushed the woman down and decided to take me on. The cunt-loogie hit me once and I went over (I have a leg brace, my balance isn't good) I punched him in the balls with no effect, so I'm guessing he was on meth or something (would also explain the lighter) Then he punched me in the glasses and bolted, but the cops got him within a few minutes. Hope he has to eat the peanut-butter & jelly & shit sandwich tonight. Just got back from the ER and stitches, so I'll at least I'll have a cool scar that I can say I got fighting a shoplifter. But damn he got me good that second time. Rave: Got vicadin and valium out of it.
Rave: No matter how hard he works for the rest of his life, jordan_paul and assorted other rednecks will never come close to earning what I will post-grad school thanks to the power of nepotism. Jordan used it to get a job milking cows, I'm using it to inherit a firm. Let the angry red dots flow like a bitch on the rag.
Rant? Rave? It's more of a WTF: Bell Biv DeVoe performed on Jimmy Kimmel last night... what the hell?
Rave- Job interview Rant- Terrible job interview. What sort of supervisor bad mouths their current employees to potential new hires? a bad one. Rave- One interview down many more to come. ????- Turning down a job when I have no income makes me feel gross inside but I refuse to take something just to have it.
Rant: Fuck! I've been dicking around, mentally checked out for the past month or so because I thought I was going to quit my job to take an internship doing exactly what I want to do. I called the person who was going to take me on as an intern just as a double check before I quit, but it turns out she is potentially leaving her company to take a different job, putting me back to square mother-fucking one. Time to spool up the job search again, but this shit is getting draining.
Rant: Tomorrow, I have either my brief over an overly complicated tail rotor followed by the flight introducing the overly complicated maneuvers, or a written exam on limits and emergency procedures. Rant: I don't know which one to study for because... Rant: My instructor is currently at a soft patch ceremony for all the guys/girls who are getting their wings tomorrow. This involves lots and lots of drinking and I'm at home studying. Rave: If I don't fly tomorrow, I don't have to take the test until Tuesday. If I do fly, I have to take it on Monday. Rant: The emergency procedures for tail rotor malfunctions are long, incredibly similar, and easy to mix up steps. For example, one procedure has 9 indications, 13 steps, and 8 caveat's. Awesome. Navy Rant: Spoiler Whomever wrote this fucking operations book needs to be shot. It seemed like 5 different people wrote different steps for each of the EP's, then they just kind of threw steps together not caring if they made sense. Then came the caveat's which half the time don't make any sense and will never happen. One step could be this, Cyclic: Eliminate drift. The next procedure it could be this, Cyclic: Eliminate sideward drift. Same exact shit. Some steps are simply: Cushion the landing. While other are: Collective: Increase to cushion landing. Last one, if you really care to read: NSFW Two different steps here, both meaning the exact same thing: 1. Establish positive G load. and 2. Cyclic aft, then center laterally to regain positive g (thrust) on the rotor and maintain Nr. Ugh...
Rave: Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo Cook Off begins tonight, me's getting drunk tonight. Rant: Goddamnit I just realized how much of a fuckin redneck this makes me. BBQ, Texas Music, Texas Girls, Beer, Beer, Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer, and liquor, god damn I love being a redneck.
Rave: I am not a redneck. Rant: All of the males in my house are sick, my two boys and the boyfriend. Feminism, according to some, would suggest I not coddle them. Rave: I love caring for all of my men...
Rant: The HIGH today was -20*C. But the windchill robbed us of our "warmth" and it only ever felt like -30*C, even in the direct sun. Fuck this bullshit. Rave: I leave for Houston tomorrow. Thank god for the respite. Rant: Flight is at 6am. It's international, into the paranoid United States, so I must leave for the airport at 3:30am. Rave: There is a cute boy who lives there and I may or may not let him have his way with me. Rant: No dogs in the house right now. I DESPISE coming home to no dogs.
RAVE: Lunch breaks that involve sex with a beautiful woman. RAVE: Friends are coming into town for the weekend. RANT: They are coming into town for the new EQ expansion that I refuse to join. RAVE: Biggy, Tim and myself will find something else to do. Do I hear stip club?!?