Rant: One of the guys that works in our shop sends me emails when he has problems with a program, and not only are his emails in all caps with no sign of proper grammar or punctuation, but he puts the entire message in the subject line of the email. Christ on Friday. Rave Edit: Got an invite to the new Google Music beta. Haven't played with it too much yet, but it seems like a great cloud storage music player. I'm just hoping that when it comes off beta it won't cost too much because I know I'll probably be hooked by then.
Rave: Spent the day scuba diving in the Red Sea, will continue to dive for the next few days. This place makes the Caymans look like a freshwater lake. Rant: Three of my Jordanian friends (girls) are staying in the adjoining hotel room, and holy shit can they fight. I've never fucking heard a blowout like this one. I almost regret learning Arabic, because they are screaming some vile shit at each other. Rave: I bought a colossal bottle of Jack Daniels and don't care about their petty bullshit.
No it's not a real doll or a golden dildo. I didn't mention it because you vultures would tear into me. http://scootphilly.com/2011/05/24/buddy-170i-whats-new/
Rave/Rant/Who the fuck cares: Apparently, the aforementioned fight was about who, and how many, were going to fuck me tonight. The fight was a bummer, so the rant, but the outcome--if the naked girls pouring out of my bathroom this instant is any indication--was okay. Holy shit, it's the two hot ones. God save me.
Rant: Drew the perfect asshole (see avatar) on my graduate cap only to knock it on the floor while the paint was still wet. What's the point of graduating if I can't be unique and subversive?
Rant: I really wonder how some people remember how to breathe. Fuck people are stupid. Had a customer walk in the door and ask for a relay(standard 5 prong) it looks like this: - - | | - So he walks back out to his truck fucks around for 15 minutes, i could see him trying to figure out how to put it back in the socket, it was a little funny. I see him walking to come back in the store. He comes in and tells me they are not that same and put the old one and the new in front of me and says they are wrong look old new - | - | | | _ | - _ So i just twist one of them 90 degree's. And look they are the same. The customer just goes oh. Walks back out to his truck for another 10 minutes trying to put it back in. I really wonder about people. edit: my little diagrams do not seem to be coming out right. http://www.teamrocs.com/technical/pages/relay_basics.htm the little picture on the right hand side is what one looks like.
Rave: Officially a college graduate. This summer is going to be wild. LA/San Diego/Vegas, Chicago, Skydiving. Time to hit the ground running.
Rave: The girl babysitting the neighbor-children came by because she accidentally locked herself out, and I felt very James Bondy when I picked the lock to let her back in. Rant: She's 16. Whatever happened to the babysitter being home from college for the summer like pornography promised me?
Rant: Fuck being on call. If you've been interrupted mid-thrust because of a company-wide network outage on the other side of the country, raise your hand.
Rant: So after months of occupational therapy, we had my youngest son evaluated by a physical therapist who, that after extensive testing, said that while he scored WELL above his age cognitively, she was absolutely positive he would need a brace on his right ankle and lifts in both of his shoes to correct his fucked up legs, and that we needed an orthopedist to write the prescription. Ok, fine. We went to the orthopedist and after 2 minutes of looking at my kid, the assfuck said that my kid is a "neurological case"- AKA RETARDED, and that no braces on his legs will ever help his walking. I am so beyond pissed I could scream. DOUBLE RANT: Upon attempting to get a second opinion, we have found that EVERY single orthopedist will refer my son, because of his age, to the same place we went with the idiot of a doctor who called him retarded. I want to punch someone in the face.
Rant: I'm a fucking idiot. One of my good friends has been having some doubts lately about his current relationship (of a couple years). I am also friends with his girlfriend, and was out with her and a bunch of other people we know last night while my buddy was out of town. She and I were speaking and somehow got on the subject of their relationship. During the course of this conversation she mentioned she'd been thinking about "them" in the long-term (e.g. different career goals, attitudes, etc.), and how it might not be right. She also mentioned he seemed distant lately. I, in my idiocy, blurt out that he'd mentioned he's been having the same sort of doubts. I totally overstepped my bounds. There was clearly no reason for me to get involved like that, but I was drunk and not thinking about how I should keep my mouth shut. I care a lot about both of these people and want them to be happy. There's a good chance that the end result will be positive. I bet they'll have an honest conversation about their expectations and either stay together with a healthier perspective, or realize that something isn't working and split amicably. But they shouldn't have had the issue forced on them because they both trust me and I'm a dumb ass.
Rave: hosted a glorious going away party for two of my closest friends (husband and wife) on Friday. Shit got hectic. Girls dancing on tables, guys stripping down to their boxers at 5am in the middle of winter to play drunken water polo (granted, this would have been better if the genders had been swapped, but hey, can't win 'em all). Not bad for a bunch of late 20's / early 30's folk coming out of maturity for a big send off. Dubious rave: had a slight altercation with a patio heater. Have a burn mark slashing diagonally across my entire face, which I insist on believing makes me look ruggedly handsome.* People at work are staring, but so far no-one has asked. This gives me time to craft an epic tale of piracy, damsels in distress, falling beams, and rescued puppies. *Sadly, I am neither rugged nor handsome
Rave: Graduation! Hurray! Rant: Older sister did her damndest to ruin the day for me. Rave: Didn't work, bitch! And now I have an excuse not to spend a billion hours helping her with her wedding. Double hurray!
Rant: One of my roommates is moving out this morning. I'm moving out next weekend. The three of us have been living together for 3 years here, and 2 in the dorms. I really have no concept of normal without them, and I have never had more fun than I did living here. Rave: Barring any short-notice job opportunities, I'll be spending most of July in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Maybe look into job options up there.