RAVE: Just collected a bunch of money from March Madness winnings. I feel like I should save it to blow in Vegas just to keep in the spirit of things, but there's a 95% chance I'll get drunk, see something shiny, then come home and order it online then forget about it until the day it gets here. Last time I did that I woke to a receipt for the complete Calvin and Hobbes collection, a fuckton of TV series on DVD and a Mr. Potato Head. Hopefully my purchases will be just as awesome this time.
Rave: The chef salad I just devoured. I think I'm in love with the lil old Greek woman who assembles the salads at the deli. She's all of 4' 10" and looks like a Wishnik but there's something about the way she says, "Salad ready. Just for you" in her heavy accent that makes me think there's something there... Or it's just a ridiculously good salad.
Rant: Out of all the pirates I have met in my life he was definitely my favourite. Sometimes we'd grab a bus from campus because it'd be way faster than going to Quinpool nslc. We used to have sweet conversations with him trying to peddle us some bibles or something. He will forsure be missed, the guy was a legend, a sad day for the alcoholics of Halifax thats forsure
RANT: Been a helluva bad last handful of days. Last Thursday, I take my 10 month old daughter to the doctor for new coughing symptoms. RSV. Breathing treatments commence every 4 hours for next couple day. I get knock down sick early Friday. Friday afternoon I need to take dog to vet for stomach issues she's been having. Whole weekend sucks due to everybody being some sort of sick. RAVE Well, good news is baby is doing great. Full clean bill of health on Monday. This is amazing as I've heard RSV horror stories. It's bittersweet as.... MEGA RANT .....the dog might not make it. Four years old too. The medicine to help with intestine tract and infection, etc. isn't doing its job. Her protein levels are getting low and she's not taking in enough to sustain life. X-ray later today and we'll see if there is a blockage of some sort. No tests showed that being likely before, but it could be a tumor or other really bad disease stuff that a regular exam and bloodwork, etc. won't find. This is bad. I'm angry and sad and questioning theological beliefs. This dog was beaten badly as a pup before we got her from a rescue in the area. We've spent almost 3 years working with her and building her confidence. She's developed into one of the kindest, most trustworthy dogs I've ever had. She is amazing with our baby, all other animals and people. She's gentle and nurturing. She listens better than any dog I've not only had, but just been around. If there is a higher power, don't take her from us yet. She had some small intestinal issues when we first got her but we attributed it to being a pup and in a new place and being afraid of people after what she went through. If this is some long lost symptom or result of this very early beating she took as a pup, I hope that person who hurt her suffers in ways that I'm not even comfortable typing anonymously on a message board. This also could just be something bad that that just sometimes happens.
RAVE: Life. Embrace it. Live it. Enjoy it. Besides, no one want's to hear your bitching. *not directed at anyone on this board for their rants.*
Rant: Packing! Rave: But it'll be worth it. I can't wait until Friday morning so I can get out of this slummy apartment building and shove the goddamn keys down my superintendent's throat. Actually... That's not fair. He's a decent guy. This building just sucks and it's full of jackasses. Rant: Dear idiot in the parking lot who was just blasting your music for all to hear... If you must do this, please play something decent. BTO does not qualify as decent. You ain't seen nothin' yet... Except for how much of a tool you are.
RAVE: Just got back from my post office. Turns out that I won a Lee Valley draw of some sort that I don't even remember signing up for and I am now the proud owner of a wireless mini-weather "station". It's not that complex as it's only a little LCD screen with three remote sensors, but it does show temp and pressure and trending stuff. Is it wrong that I'm excited to set it all up and get it working? RANT: The surest sign of old age... you find yourself overly interested in the weather.
Rant: I had a day at work that I'd happily forget. Anyone else ever get the feeling that, even though you know otherwise, you just feel like you're too stupid for your job? Fuck sakes. I hate this feeling. Howdy, job boards. Motherfucker. Rave: Car's fixed up like a shiny new penny. I get her back on Friday. Halleilujah. Raver: I'm not an old person who gets off on weather tools.
Dear Straight Guy Friends, Spoiler I swear, some of ya'll are the biggest drama queens I know and have the coping skills of a 5 year old. I get it. You're concerned about your wife. It's understandable. We've all given you a ton of latitude during the last few weeks, thinking that once she had her surgery you would calm down. Our little group was wrong. We're getting dozens of texts daily updating us on the minutiae of the first few days of recovery. I've stopped asking how she's doing because when I do you lash out at me and tell me just HOW huge and invasive her procedure was and that I just don't understand because my surgery was just for my ankle. Wow. Thanks for bringing that into the equation since my surgery has absolutely nothing to do with asking about your wife's recovery. I also appreciate it since you work in an industry completely unrelated to healthcare and have no idea what was done to my ankle. But, I'm not going there. News flash: I'm very familiar with her procedure, and I've worked with many people who have had it. It's on the light/cheap/easy side of the spectrum. Yeah, it's a big deal to both of you, but it was elective and she's fine. Thank God everything went well. We have a friend who was hit and dragged by a golf cart, breaking his femur and humerus inside the joint capsule. THAT was fucked up. This is a minor tweak that required general anesthesia. Also, on the subject of updating: I literally sent one text to my friends after my surgery. "Hey. I'm alive and home at my parents'. Thanks for the good thoughts today!" and passed the fuck out for a week. I figured nobody gave a shit past that, unless they asked about it. Why all the drama? Talking to you requires all the patience I can muster, and most of our group of friends has had enough. Calm the fuck down and be happy everything's going well with her. I can't wait for you to go back to normal. I have to vent here since I can't say it in real life.
RAVE: Homefront and a six-pack of beer. I win, and all you motherfuckers lose! RANT: No blowjob. Can't win them all, I guess.
Rant: Seriously, why am I in school biomedical engineering and not out west either going to culinary school while snowboarding on the weekends, or just working while snowboarding on the weekends? Rave: Considering taking a year off between undergrad and graduate school to do just that. I've always hated people who talk about taking a year off in between the two, yet this semester is causing me to consider it. Rave: If everything else fails, the plan is go to a business grad school and become a product manager. Rant: Thinking about these things while having a huge test tomorrow...plus homework for another class I have to spend the next hour working on. I haven't been to bed before 3:00 this week, twice due to work, today due to lack of willpower to do anymore work. fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Rave(nt): I wish I had an olde english sheepdog. I've been procrastinating by looking at puppies, and I can't help but think how awesome it would be to raise one. I'd get all da bitches at the dogpark.
RANT: I have, for many years, been a fan of the Microsoft Intellimouse Optical. Not the Explorer. None of this wireless shit. It is a perfectly symmetrical mouse with two regular buttons, a scroll wheel/button, and then one button on the left shoulder (which you hit with your thumb) and one button on the right shoulder (which you hit by squeezing with your third finger). Note the incredibly high Amazon ratings on this device. It is extremely functional. I have searched for a long while, but I cannot find another mouse with a right-hand shoulder button. On webpages, you click left-shoulder to go back and right-shoulder to go forward. It's totally intuitive. When I'm playing an online game, I bind the right shoulder button to Push-to-Talk. This way, I can key the mic simply by squeezing my hand a little bit, without losing any accuracy or use of any keyboard fingers at all. My Intellimouse on my desktop is currently on the fritz; the scroll-wheel sensor seems to be giving out. About half the time when I scroll a page with it, it hits some intermediate setting that causes the mouse to think I am wildly scrolling the wheel up and down at the same time. Consequently, I will scroll down on a webpage, only to have it scroll all the way back up to the top where it then jiggles around like Michael J. Fox until I reset the wheel. I then try to scroll down to where I was (instinctively using the wheel again) and the process repeats. Now I have to go out and spend another $30 for a new mouse. They're $30 on Amazon and even more on eBay. Who the fuck sells used shit on eBay for more than a new-in-box version from Amazon? Damnit. Anyone that has any suggestions for me about a replacement for this venerable mouse (it must include a right-side shoulder button) would be welcome.
Rant: Women. Apparently I'm now in a fight because I never admit I'm wrong. When I asked what I was wrong about that upset her, she was unable to provide an example, it was merely the fact that I "always think I'm right" that made her upset and feeling inferior. So to sum up: I'm in a fight literally because I'm right, and I'm somehow losing this fight. What in the fuck.
I'm answering this because guys have to fucking learn it. Women sometimes just need a shoulder to cry on, or someone to say "I hear ya...". There was a Modern Family episode a while back that hit on this, and it was bang on. Logic will bury you when it comes to trying to make her feel like you're on her side. Don't try to understand it, just roll with it, accept it, don't try to rationalize it. Asking for details is the path to Hell.
Rave: Found one room mate! He's a foreign student and I'm putting on a "home study" environment. I need one more room mate, hopefully someone in the ESL department comes forward. Rant: My little brother will be the 4th room mate. I love him to death but I have a feeling that I am going to be expected to be his mommy away from home (by my parents), but with none of the authority. He needs to screw his head on straight because I'm not allowing myself to get caught up in his crap.
Rave: I woke up this morning and decided today shall be a weed day. Once my lazy cancer-surviving roommate wakes up I'm buying a gram (SHUT UP GUY FAWKES I'M A POOR COLLEGE STUDENT) and waterfalling that bitch using my sink and a soda bottle. Until then I'm nomming out on Subway. Gotta enjoy the little things.
Rant- Just thought it would be another regular thursday. Got half hammered at an all you can eat and drink teppinyaki joint (Bennyhanas type place). Saw my girl for a little bit after but left pissed off. Went to sleep watching an episode of Deadwood on the couch. Woke up BABBLING to my brothers girlfriend in that sing songy deadwood type speech but didn't have a clue what I was saying and she just said "ughh are you alright?!?!" Im too drunk for words off of Sake and now have to explain my drunk ass state to my brother in the morning....