RAVE I leave for my 6 month trip of Europe in 12 days. RANT My laptop (which I plan on taking) just got ass-raped by a virus. I'm also sick.
Rave: Anticipation for this post making it to this thread http://www.theidiotboard.com/messageboard/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=2271&start=0
Rant: Does anyone ever have this issue? I love my friends. I love my girlfriend. They do not like each other. It seems to be mainly on the girlfriends side. She gets eerily quiet when they are around, to the point that they think she is a mute. She complains they don't like her purely because they try to engage her in conversation when she is practicing being quiet. They complain that she is weird because she never talks, and feel she hates them all. The main problem here being that I have an awesome time with my girlfriend when it is just me and her. But as soon as my friends come into the picture things go to shit. And I don't have fun. It is just awkward because of the tension. Now I've come to the point where I have a decision to make. I love my girlfriend. But I'm not going to lose my friends over her. I WILL NOT BECOME A PUSSY WHIPPED BITCH. And now I have to figure out a solution. I hope we can all come out happy. But I have a feeling someone is going to get hurt. I hate Rants.
RANT: Took me a day to find a bug that turned out to be a typo in a cut and paste from a code cookbook. FYI, when you're setting config parameters, be aware that: config.action_mailer.deliver_method != config.action_mailer.delivery_method Time to go drinking.
Rant: Cramps. Listening to stupid people at work wondering why god would allow tragedies to befall us and following with "we need to have faith in his plan." Rave: No confusion here.
RAVE: Just found out that it's the CEO who is calling on my references. It's not a huge company (80 ish employees), but still, that's gotta count for SOMETHING, right??
Rave: Was in Vegas this weekend with my girl to cover the Erik Morales-Marcos Maidana HBO pay-per-view card for leave-it-in-the-ring.com. Was an excellent night of fights that featured a major upset [James Kirkland KOed in one round by light hitting Nobuhiro Ishida] and vindication for me as I was one of few writers who tabbed Morales as a tough bout for Maidana. Morales would lose a majority decision but won the fans and the pundits over with his performance, having gone through a near three year layoff before fighting C-level opposition last year. My girl has become a rabid boxing fan since we've been together. I met her at a fight at the beginning of the year, she was taking pictures for a writer friend of mine and had shown some interest in boxing and wanted to learn more. As we started growing closer, her love for the game has grown leaps and bounds. She has more passion for boxing than 80% of the people who get paid to write about it. She knew more about the Morales-Maidana fight than that same amount of people after I showed her a bunch of each guys' fights. The actual fight left her speechless. It was her first big event, my first trip to Vegas. We were about four rows back, center ring. She was left speechless for the entire bout as her writer friend had told her the fight wouldn't go past two rounds and the card should be called the "Guerrero-Katsidis card" [the co-featured bout] because it was the only competitive fight. She tended to side with him on the issue heading into fight night, telling me I was crazy and drinking the Morales kool-aid. It's true that he is one of my favorite fighters, but I didn't feel blinded by my appreciation for him by giving him a good chance to win. After the fight she expressed utter disbelief at what she saw and now she is hooked forever. Rant: A breakup with this girl would be pretty devastating because she is the first one I have met who has really found any enjoyment in what I do. That would be hard to find a second time. Rave: Marcos Maidana was staying on the same floor as us at the MGM and we went upstairs at the same time and were able to snap a picture.
RAVE: turned in two hella difficult essays today. RANT: About 6 or 7 more difficult essays to do within the next month. RANT: My head's about fried. And now for relationship rants! Woohoo! Spoiler RANT: So, a while ago, my girlfriend said she'd come over. Earlier today, she said she'd be at my place in an hour. An hour later, I get a text saying " can't make it today...if I can't keep my promises... I can't live with constantly being responsible for hurting you. I can't do this right now". RANT: I have received no further contact since. I am unable to ascertain what exactly is the issue. Rant: This is the quote running though my head: "If you can't spot the sucker in the first half hour at the table, then you ARE the sucker" Rant: How fragile do I appear to her? rant: Aside from this stuff, she's a fairly fantastic person. Being angry would be a lot easier if she was honestly an unlikable or stupid or unattractive person. Rant: Why do people make promises they have no intention of keeping? RANT: I have no idea whether or not I still have a girlfriend. All of the hassle of monogamy, none of the fun. RANT: I will probably turn 21 without knowing if I'm in a relationship with my girlfriend(?), making it unlikely that I'll be spending the night in the company of an attractive and charming person. Rave: Soon I'll be able to legally consume alcohol, and purchase a handgun! Shit, with solutions like that, who needs to rant?
Rave: Basic instrument flights complete tomorrow, only my check ride to go. Rant: My copilot failed his flight today, so he has to redo it tomorrow. Rave: Timing sucks for this all right now, after my check tomorrow, I have a class on Thursday, then night flight on Friday, and probably a sim on Saturday. Weekend ops blow. Mega Rant: My buddy is selling his G37. It's a gorgeous car with lots of personal mods that has won show car competitions. I am sad. Rave: Possibly going to back to Tallahassee this weekend for a volleyball tournament with a bunch of sorority girls. Hooray!!
Rant: My computer is a piece of shit. I just had a post typed up and when I went to post it my computer crapped out on me. Let's see if I can remember what I wrote. Rave: I'm friends with a pastor on fb and the other day he updated his status with this gem, "East Lynne needs revival. One of their churches has closed its doors and is now a bar." Awesome. Rave: I've been covering the afternoon shift at work which means I get to sleep in and I'm still off work by 6. Love it. Rant: One of the morning people is taking Friday off, even though there's another vacation this week (which is against the rules, but apparently not for her.) So I have to go back to working mornings Thursday and Friday, and as a bonus I get to go in at 3:30am instead of 4:45 on Friday. Rant: I'm starting to show which means I haven't been able to button my pants for a few weeks now. I've been using the rubber band trick on the button up to this point, but I don't think it's going to do the job for much longer. I'm really not looking forward to buying maternity clothes, seems like such a waste for something I'll only be able to wear for a few months. Rave: The weather has been nothing short of beautiful this week.
RANT: My boy is in a state of denial that his pup is sick. I took her to the dog park the other day and noticed that her hind legs aren't moving so well. She's probably the greatest dog in the world and it broke my heart to see her so happy to be out in the beautiful day but obviously frustrated and/or in pain. It might just be arthritis but who knows? The boy is being stubborn as fuck and not really getting it that she needs to get to the vet. I know he just doesn't want to face facts and hear something bad. But even knowing his motivation, I'm walking a fine line that I seriously don't want to cross. I don't give a shit if his cold turns into pneumonia--that's his fault--but I do care if he can help his dog or prevent her from having some serious issues...she can't take care of herself. This is the time when his boyish charm turns into just plain irresponsibility and starts to really bother me. I don't want to play the role of mother, that's for damn sure. Not-so-RAVE: I'll figure out a way to gently urge him to get her to the vet. We've been friends long enough that I know he'll eventually listen to me. I just need to muster the balls asap.
Rant: The ex's girlfriend (aka Chewbacca) tried to get an attitude with me about "helping me out by watching my kids." I had to explain that when it is the ex's time with the kids, they are his responsibility. She isn't doing it for me, she is doing it for him. Then she apologized and kissed my ass, and started asking questions like "Is he (the ex) always so lazy??" Um, yeah, that is one of the many reasons I believe he is a failure and have no desire to be near him. Rave: My kids are so awesome, their personalities are really starting to shine. I am going on a field trip to the Butterfly Pavilion tomorrow with my oldest son and I can't wait!
Rant: Got an absolutely horrible grade on a paper I worked really hard on. Even with the rubric, the prof's expectations were not met. I later found out that everyone in the class did poorly on this assignment. Considered giving up on my current career path altogether, decided against it because this woman is obviously an asshole.
Rant: Sick. I went to bed last night with my nose stuffed. Woke up this morning with my throat on fire. As a result of that, I had to reschedule a job interview. Nothing gives off a great first impression by telling a potential boss that you had to call in sick. Rave: Theraflu and Nyquil. Sounds like a good night to me.
Rant: Realizing that my life is so boring I feel obligated to wrap my rants and raves. Spoiler Rant: My mom wasn't answering phone or emails this afternoon and for some reason this freaked my dad out (they are divorced), he in turn freaked me out about it, so I hopped in the truck and hauled ass to her house about 60 miles away. My dad even went so far as to call me when I was close and told me to prepare myself in case something was seriously wrong. Rave: She is perfectly fine. She had a school board meeting tonight and purposely left her cell phone at home, because she couldn't figure out how to put it on silent or vibrate. I decided not to let that trip go to waste showed her how as well as changing some ringtones etc. Rave: I got to see my dog. She is the happiest creature on the planet and never fails to put me in a good mood...at least until I have to say goodbye. Rant: As soon as I get back I am on the fucking job. Fucking asshole tenants.
RAMOTHERFUCKINGNT: Biggest and Longest Rant Ever, and I'm Still Pissed Seriously, please do not later bitch if you read this and want to complain that it is too long. I want to shoot someone before April is over and the timing will never be better after tonight. Spoiler Unfuckingreal. I get a call at 9:38 tonight from the ex in tears as she just got home and her house was broken into. "Are you still in the house"? Yes. I tell her to get the fuck out of the house and call 911. I got Teufel in the truck and was there in 6 minutes. I pull up…no cops. I give Teufel the command to "clear" the house and nothing, but he's hitting the back door. I see that they came thru the back bathroom window, so I don't want to open the back door for the K9, as I don't want to touch anything that might have a finger-print on it. (They were probably still back there, as it turns out). Another 17 minutes go by, and zero cops. I tell her to fucking call 911 again and tell them she is a single woman who's house was JUST THE FUCK BROKEN INTO. 4 minutes later, Barney Fife slowly drives up and after doing some bullshit in his cruiser, saunters up her steps, pauses at her steps, and eyes my dog. (Hey asshole, I know you're hourly, but how about a bit of urgency in looking at the house and the back-yard)? No sooner does he walk into the house, a car pulls up, two females yell up to us that two men are running up the street a block over with two huge flat-screen TV's. They describe the two guys and exactly what they are wearing. I leave Teufel with the ex and remind her in a loud whisper the German command for "kill these mother-fuckers". Off I go in my truck. Officer Barney has already called this news in on the radio, but he jumped the fence and decided to pursue on foot? WTF Barney? Your high-powered cruiser is right the fuck there…and you want to run? Three blocks later, I spot the guy she described in the blue and red stripped sweater. I stopped and called 911 and was told that cruisers were in the area. Thanks for the 411, 911 CUNT! This guy looks at me, a blue pick-up pulls up and he jumps in. I have no cops, no gun, no dog, and zero authority to do anything even if I had the later of the two. They make a U-turn on and stop a block behind me, facing the wrong way, and just stare at me, my shinny truck with its flashers on. I sit there; still no cops. I sped away and found a cruiser on the corner another few blocks away and told him who I was, and where the bad guy was. He said as soon as "other units" arrive, they'd "take a look". You guessed it, everyone was wearing white tee shirts by the time they went to the corner. I will say this, at the end, there was a helicopter, at least 10 marked units, and some really cool cops, besides the first one that showed up. But by then, it was too late. And, I don't blame the single cop for not wanting to stop on the corner with the thugs - I didn't stop there either. All of them felt bad about what happened, but there is only so many of them, and they do what they can do. To an officer, once they heard me command Teufel in German, they were either curious or gave him a wide birth, but all where so respectful. They so want me to keep Tuefel there so when the assholes come back for "their" stuff that they left behind, the fun can begin. They all wanted to see how he clears rooms and when the TV's, video recorder, and some other stuff was found a few houses away, they were all running behind as I let him track. I stopped him after a block or so, but they all swore they'd back me up if I let him go the rest of the way to the group of assholes. For them, dogs can do what they wish they could do, then they just say "oops, bad dog". Her grandmother's diamond ring and a ton of Tiffany's stuff I gave her is still missing. She's heart-broken about that and maybe it will fetch a rock or two of crack. That's the sad thing. I pay anything just to get her family's ring back, but that's gone for sure. The Tiffany's stuff, I told her that it's still insured and it is all just "stuff" anyway. With the cops blessings that I didn't need to worrry about a "transfer", I sped back home and grabbed a Sig 239 from the kitchen with two extra loaded clips. With the police still looking on, I reminded her of how to clear it, de-cock it, and re-load it. I told her if they come back, send big Tuefel, who I left there, but shoot high until you see where he's attached, and if there's more than one, don't stop pulling the trigger until you run out of clips. As reassurance for me more than her, I said 'is that correct, officers'? The response was a loud, "you shoot 'em, we ask them questions later". To those that read this 'War and Peace' of a rant, thank you. For anyone out there that thinks they or the ones they love are always safe, just realize that the world is changing. Just be aware and protect what is yours and dear to you. For me living in a large city, that means guns, a dog/s, alarms, and trying to stay as far away as possible from those that have nothing else to lose. The pup I bought her started school on Monday so he was not there. I sure hope she re-thinks getting him protection-trained after this night. And, I leave you with this. One of the thief's apparently needed to pee. The ex and cop noticed the seat up, the sink and soap wet, and the hand towel thrown on the toilet top. This one thief was nice enough to not only lift the seat, but wash his hands after peeing The ex knew it was not me as soon as the cop asked her if I used the bathroom after the robbery. She knew it wasn't me looking at the seat up. Some crack-heads do indeed have manners - I guess I don't share those same manners.
Rave: No longer living in a shitty apartment! With no children on the way and no real desire to have any, the wife and I decided that we'd like to stay in the city and rent for a few more years, so we've starting renting a really nice 2-bedroom condo. 2 bathrooms. Washer and dryer. A new, clean building. People don't throw food and garbage off of their balconies. It's great! Rant: Speaking of kids... Dad's wife really needs to fuck off. Every time I talk to him, I can hear her in the background... "Ask him when they're going to have kids! Is she pregnant yet? Having a baby yet?" Look... I understand that you were born and raised in small-town Newfoundland where people get married and immediately have 3 or 4 kids, but we're not like that. We don't want any. We may in a few years, but we don't right now. Mom accepted it. Dad's OK with it. My wife's parents are cool with it. Just back off and stop pestering us.
Rave: "What a Girl Wants" with Amanda Bynes is on. Rave: Amanda Bynes Rant: The wife: "Why are you watching this?" Me: "Because I love Amanda Bynes." Wife: "That's a little creepy." Me: "I wouldn't be involved in this relationship unless it was a little creepy." Rant: Amanda hasn't done porn. But I'm hoping.
RAVE: Legally changing my name to the Drunk Bitch Whisperer. I have a buddy who is a fat virgin and had NEVER hooked up with a girl before last night. He's texting a girl who might be interested, but before he can fuck it up with his atrociously embarrassing game I take over texting for him and in under an hour have her ready to be picked up for sex at 4:30am on a school night. Morally questionable? Yes. Preventing a friend from becoming the 21-year-old virgin? Worth it. Spoiler