Rant: I always thought the content on the World of Warcraft forums were the epitome of stupidity and ignorance, but then I started reading the comment section of Yahoo news articles. Holy shit I want to go on a killing spree right now.
Rant: no drunk thread. Who says one should only act the fool on weekends? Rave: This city has made me lose all sense of time and urgency. I'm getting shit done, am doing my work etc. but at the same time am alternating between surfing, exploring the city and surroundings and getting utterly and completely toased. Also, it is socially acceptable (if not encouraged) to be anywhere from 10 to 30 minutes late. Also, 28°C.
Rave: My life has been in kind of a weird period right now. I just graduated from college with a degree in Secondary Ed/ English. I love being in the schools, and have been subbing a few days a week. I also work at Walmart in the toy department ~25 hours a week. It's a busy goddamn schedule and I make shitty money, but it is enough to get by, and that's OK. It is however fucking embarrassing to work at Walmart, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. The teaching market right now is kind of shitty, so as much as I want to apply for jobs, in the areas that I am looking there isn't much happening. The real rave occurs about three days ago. I text my buddy telling him how I'm kind of fed up with my shitty situation, and make a joke that I should have gotten a degree in physical geology (his area) because right now he is working for a mudlogging company and making 300 dollars a day. Fast forward to today, I found out that I'll be up working with him Sunday night to make sure that I'm OK with the job/work situation, and then as soon as next week I could be moving up to New York to begin training. This will be the best possible thing in my life right now; I'll be able to start saving money and I'll be able to see my girlfriend more often. I could honestly cry tears of joy. If grown men cried that is.
If your next rant/rave isn't "dude, I was SOOOOOO baked last night" I might have to delete my account.
It's April Fools month here at TiB. Frylock's sister is dead and Chater is a G. RANT: I ordered a bass guitar in fucking November, which did not match my budget or my playing ability. Since it's all fancy shmancy, it was being shipped from Japan (it's an Ibanez). Well, turns out the BP oil fiasco fucked up international shipping, so it was delayed a few months. Now, after waiting patiently, they're still not exactly sure what's going on... I guess this earthquake business may have delayed it more. Delayed by two disaters... fuck, can the world just hold its shit together until my bass comes? RAVE: The one nice thing about it being so horribly delayed is that I'm way better now, so I'll actually be able to play it without feeling like a total douche. (Assuming it does eventually come...)
Rave: Deren just made my day. Who is Deren you might ask? Well, Deren is someone on Cops who was found asleep at the wheel at a stop light with a bong, a grinder filled with weed and a pill bottle with 4 different kinds of "prescription pills" in it. I loved Deren's stories. All 6 of them. My favorite was how someone swapped the cap on his pill bottle with one that didn't fit. Thank you Deren. You've helped me in ways you can't even imagine.
RAVE: Trampled by Turtles is playing at the U for Spring Jam. For free? FUCK Yes! Kid Cudi in the fall and a great Minnesota bluegrass band in the spring? Good job, planners. Very good indeed.
I'm trying to get over a nasty chest cold and the girlfriend has been diligently taking care of me the past two days. However, I hit the Robitussin DM like it owed me money tonight... All I can say is that I can see the hummingbird wings.
Rave: Played a fun show tonight. Rant: According to a couple of my friends (including one who's an audio engineer), we were mixed like shit. I was in the crowd for a bit playing, and I thought I heard things being not mixed well but I wasn't sure, but it was confirmed by just about everybody, which is disappointing. Rave: Writer guy said we were the best local band he's heard in a while, just gotta figure out some way to get in touch with him.
Super Rave: My buddy's cancer is in full remission. Not a trace of it in his body. Minor Rant: Now he'll be back at work, full time, and listening to AFR.
Rant: So, definitely not allergies. I have had no appetite since Monday and last night was a series of fever spike...lull...fever SPIKE...lull...FEVER SPIKE!...lull. God only know how many times it happened while I was asleep, but I woke up and my bed was soaked from sweat. I was as high as 103. I went to the doctor yesterday and he said it looked like the beginning of a sinus infection and gave me a Z-pack. I guess we'll see how it works. Rant: Pollen count is through the roof, so that can't be helping. Rant: Looks like the girlfriend may have the same thing. Rave: No fever today (yet).
RAVE: Thanks to my step-son's bio dad being on the hook for child support, and still being behind even though he pays every week, his tax refunds were garnished and two grand was deposited in my wife's child support account. Score!
RANT: I am in a bad fucking mood today, and it is not being helped by the fact that I along with most of the population in this city are being furloughed come Monday. Normally, I'd be stoked for some free vacation time, but with the baby on the way, I really just need the money. Part of me knows that the private sector had to deal with this shit two years ago and I should take my medicine, but the timing is pretty fucking bad. Small RAVE: I'm taking this bad mood out via a nasty four mile run at lunch. It's only mid fifties, but I am sick and tired of treadmills, so I'm braving the elements. RAVE: Remembering what's important here, wife and baby are completely healthy at 13 weeks in according to this morning's OB/GYN visit. Also, total out-of-pocket for the pregnancy and birth is only $245. Thank God for good insurance.
Rave: People never fail to amuse me, especially when they think they know what is going on and make judgements based on such assumptions. We all do it to some degree, but I have been learning to reserve judgement when it isn't my business. Rant: My little men have croup courtesy of their father's girlfriend's chronically sick daughter. They haven't had a fever in days but their coughing is something wicked. Rave: I have seven clients this week, and I am stoked. It looks like I will be making the same as I did when slaving for the fat man... Rantish: My best friend is coming for dinner, along with her two boys. Her parenting motto appears to be "let them do what they want." Last time her 4 year old called me an asshole. I love her but wish she would beat her kids.
Political Rant: Spoiler If the government doesn't get their heads out of their asses by Friday, I'll be working for free for the time being. If those fuckers can't pass some kind of budget, the Military won't be getting paid. Fuck all the litigation and all the bullshit, half the Military is going to stop working if they aren't getting paid, it'll be hilarious when it happens. My solution, pass some temporary budget agreement that allows for necessity spending for stuff like the Military and law enforcement, then deal with the rest of the BS later. God I hate all this bullshit. When I become president, shit's going to change for sure. That could even be my slogan.