RANT: I have been sneezing, very violently, nonstop, for the last 7 hours. I also have no nasal spray to remedy this. Someone shoot me.
Rave: Just moved into my new office here at work. I have to share it with one of the other programmers, but it's much quieter in this building, and the furniture is new as opposed to the cubicle farm furniture from the 80's where I was before.
Rant: Apparently, the fucking assbag, mouth breathing, oxygen stealing, lobotomized pig fuckers that work in the same building as I do, can't be bothered to notice what is going on around them, and that I, at 6-5 250 am practically invisible. They may have all the time in the world to move at a snails pacce, but some of us have shit to do. In other words: Eat my ass with a fucking spoon. Rant: Need. Sex. Badly...
Rave: Final exam in 3 hours and I'm done for the semester. Professor just posted grades for our papers and point total to date. I need a 67 or better to keep an A. I'm done studying.
RAVE: We leave for North Carolina tomorrow at 7:00am. RAVE: A week in a house on the beach, one where you have to drive on the beach for 7 miles to reach.
Rave: Netflix is on (some) Android phones now. Mine is one of them. Just watched an episode of Futurama at my desk. Comes through pretty good over 3G, too.
Rant: Dickhead sergeant major decided to interrupt my run to tell me that wearing a plain green shirt and black shorts is "not authorized Devil, what the fuck... (fill in your own ass-chewing here)" Thanks dude, you saved my life there. It's not like you have other things to do, like... you know... YOUR FUCKING JOB instead of yelling at some random Lance Coconut for wearing a skivvie shirt instead of wasting a civilian shirt on a run? Fuck you. Rave: I'm the best runner in the shop except for the CWO4, but that's because he runs a 16-minute three-mile. Dude's a beast. Rant: Said CWO4 is a Mormon and will not tolerate swearing or talking about "profane things." Well, there went 95% of the things that Marines talk about. I don't mind the dude's religion, but what the hell does he expect? We swear and fight and talk about how we'd love to bang that cute Corporal guarding the gate. It's a fact of life.
Rave: Surgery appears to have gone well, 2 weeks off sick leave and lying on the couch watching Game 7. Rant: Having a nose full of dried blood and your tongue cracking cause its so dry is annoying. Rave: Have a hottie looking after me and cooking me awesome food.
RAVE: After failing firearms at training in January, I fucking housed it this time. 89 on the first try, bitch! My firearms instructor was at the range and after I got my score (and kept it together while the line was hot) I tackled him and started sobbing in relief. Relief because if I didn't pass this time I would lose my job. I think he secretly enjoyed having a woman collapse in his arms. RANT: It is hot as balls in south Georgia. Two ten hour days on the range have left my ginger skin as red as a lobster. RAVE: Southern boy has "many surprises" for me when I come home this weekend. It's a celebration! Among the surprises is a bottle of aloe vera. I was so relieved he got me some I said I would bear his children. I'm an easy ginger to please.
Rave: Soundwave Revolution lineup is out and includes - Van Halen (with David Lee Roth) Alice Cooper Bad Religion Machine Head Danzig This has been a fucking MONSTER of a year for festivals. I've crossed four 'must see before they die' artists off my list this year already. Van Halen and Alice Cooper will round that out nicely. Machine Head and Danzig are pretty fucking awesome bonus additions.
RANT: Being a managed services provider sucks sometimes. The company that provides our monitoring agent software has completely dropped the fucking ball on Windows 7 workstations. Their agent software does not play well with Windows 7. Desktop Windows Manager decides to completely shit the bed when we install their software. This, in turn, results in a very angry customer of ours. Their support system consists of a bunch of Indians (dot) who don't know fuckall what to do to get it fixed. So, we escalate it to our Technical Account Manager, who doesn't do shit either. Fuck, I am pissed off. Just spend the last hour and 45 minutes trying to get this fixed. Result? NADA. Also, I'm a nerd.
Rant: Another night, another paper cut to the soul. Seeing fucked up family situations is really starting to wear me down. These kids don't have a chance.
Rant: 60 hour work week. Rave: I've been playing matchmaker with a couple of friends successfully, which is awesome. Everyone needs to get laid. Rave: Finally feeling good enough to work out, hit weights yesterday and today. Squats are still the devil. Rave: Day off tomorrow. edited to add a RAve: I am fucking baked. I have been cutting back, going up to a full 24 hours without it. My tolerance seems to be slipping. Hooray.
Rave: Weekend has already started. Rant: Delaying the hellish week starting on Thursday going until Wed the week after. I just want it over with. Rave: Parents are in town for the weekend, haven't seen them in a while. Rave: My dog is still alive, he's an old fart and he resembles every stereotypical old man yelling at two kids playing on the lawn when he barks at the other two dogs. Hopefully I'll get to see him at least once more before he's gone. Rocko is my puppy and will always be that dog that used to pull me on my roller blades as a kid even if he's old and senile. edit: Forgot this fucking rant...the Wings lost. Way to control the goddamn puck!!