Mega Rant: A few weeks back 2 guys outside a bar decided they wanted a piece of Chellie when I went outside (alone, foolishly) for a smoke. The BF interrupted them mid attempted rape and they are now eating through straws. Cue assault charge for my honey. Something about 'excessive force'. He was sentenced today to a little less than a year in the pokey thanks to some stupid priors he had when he was 22, instead of the wrist slapping such a charge would usually get you. Mega-er Rant: He gets to be in jail while undergoing chemotherapy. I'm going to get drunk now.
Rave: About to send my dog to a farm... For 2 nights. It's not a metaphorical farm. My wife's parents really do live on farmland in the middle of fucking nowhere. I pulled his crate out of the bedroom and now he won't stop pacing, yipping and whimpering 'cause he knows exactly what's going on. Bowser LOVES his grandparents and their Staff Terrier. Then it's off to Niagara-on-the-Lake to hit up some wineries and make my tongue turn purple.
Rant: My 18 year old nephew just graduated high school on Friday. He proposed to his dumbass girlfriend today. He's 18. She's 17. Idiots. Rave: My sister is all over this. She doesn't fuck around.
Rave: The universe has been kicking ass today. This morning it stopped raining when I stepped outside and started again right after I shut my car door. And now, just a couple minutes ago, I was listening to some comedy on Pandora and for whatever reason, thought of John Mulaney and went to his site to check his calendar. I was bummed when I saw he wasn't going to be on my area. No sooner did I set down my phone, and my favorite bit of his came up next on the Dave Attel station I had on. Awesome.
Rave: I bought a $13 nylabone chew toy for Tonka. He pounced on it and proceeded to try to maul it. He is now sleeping in total defeat. We finally found something he can't obliterate in under 2 minutes. It's a fucking miracle! Rave: Kids last day of school is tomorrow. Doing the cancer walk tomorrow night, going to the air show on Saturday, hitting Battleship Cove to watch fireworks off the deck of the USS Massachusetts on July 4th. Summer is going to start off pretty sweet. Rant: Looks like the Bronco needs a new transmission. Rave: I get to go to the junkyard to pull one, and see what other random parts I can find. That should be pretty damn awesome.
Rave: The rep love I'm getting regarding my earlier post. You guys are probably the most motley support group out there, and you rock because of it. Cheers to TiB! *sniffle, raise glass*
I'm half-drunk and this is rambling I'm sure. Spoilered because you don't give a shit. Spoiler Rant/Rave A group of this demographic doing the stanky leg: Rant: First real opportunity to get drunk in a while at this must attend convention and the price of double jack and cokes is more than 1% of my monthly take home salary. Rant/Rave: There are only two guys under the age of 25 here. The other guy has been on the dance floor getting lapdances byh middle aged women and dirty dancing with the best looking girls here. I erred on the side of caution and just stood in the background slugging overpriced drinks. I can't decide if it is because I have absolutely no game and pretty much a debilitating fear of possible romantic interaction with the opposite sex or if I am being "professional". My bet is on the former. Rave: First time I have gotten close to drunk in a little over a year. Rave: A lady told me "she got all of that furniture free gratis." It took a good deal of focus not to start laughing. Deadwood fans may get that shit or they may not. Rant: My last post in this thread you guys repped that I was a slumlord. Joking or not it is pretty much true. AMA.
Disclaimer - This is probably the epitome of "Middle Class White Guy Problems" Rant: I fucking hate my job. I'm a software developer & project manager for a consulting company. I moved to Austin for this job. It pays pretty well and has decent benefits. Aside from the project/client I'm primarily working with being shit, the company is small, agile, flexible and great as a whole. Here's the problem: I don't like programming anymore. I haven't loved it in probably 4 or 5 years but have been focusing on increasing my salary and moving up the ladder, making that feeling easier to ignore. Perhaps it was moving to Austin that really triggered this in me, but the realization that I could still be happy making significantly less money and living more simply has really taken hold. I'm currently wishing I didn't have $1250/month rent to pay plus other assorted bills I can't avoid, and that I hadn't spent what little savings I had plus credit card debt in the move. If I had enough cash to pay bills for 6 months, I'd probably quit and work on various online revenue sources of my own. I'm still considering cashing in what little retirement income I contributed over 15 months or so, along with selling any possessions I'm not highly attached to. Yes, I know there's an obvious solution or at least direction to take, and it's a problem a lot of unemployed people would like to have, but I can't say that knowledge has any comforting effect.
It's dawning on me how unhappy I am. I feel empty and sad. And dissatisfied. The insomnia is back, too. This is unlike me and I hate feeling like this. Even more, I hate bitching about it. I feel stuck. Like there's no way out.
Rant/Rave: Call me crazy but fuck you for giving me shit about not being all over some chick who has already made out with 3 dudes at the bar tonight. I know I'm leaving town forever in a week, but I'm not going to go after a chick who doesn't know my name and wants any random cock. I've had plenty of that before.
RAVE Just bought a new car and started another company this week. Life is so sweet and I'm one lucky mo-fo. I hope I never take anything for granted.
RANT: A coworker of mine is a moron. He's been in the field for 20 years and he can't do a fucking thing right. RAVE: The girl came over and made one hell of a mess on my bed. It's so cute how shy and embarrassed she gets after. RAVE: The new technique she's using is amazing!
Rave: I've become pretty adept at constructing a solid license agreement using a combination of what little experience I've had dealing with corporate contracts and common sense. Rant: It's because our attorney is a spineless boob who insists on not returning my calls--and when he does, presents me with asinine agreement proposals. The latest gem was the equivalent of a potential tenant submitting a proposal to the landlord which would allow them to knock down a wall and occupy an empty neighboring apartment with no increase in rent AND the landlord wouldn't be able to fill that unoccupied unit with a new tenant or ask them to vacate as long as they occupied the space continuously for a period of 60 days. In this example, we would be the landlord getting boned. I told him in so many words that their proposal was shit and insulting, and the fact that he even bothered to send it along to me without immediately sending it back to them worries the hell out of me. First thing on my list of things to discuss with my boss is getting a new attorney.
Classist, 'sack worthy rant: Spoiler So I went to my local liquor store to buy my favorite beer the other day and lo and behold it's on sale. That's a good thing, right? Wrong, it was all sold out and I left the liquor store depressed and empty-handed. It actually pissed me off, because here are all these drunks who usually drink whatever is the cheapest pisswater they can find because they have no class, buying out my preferred brand (Leinie's Honeyweiss, bottles only) when it's on sale because they're too cheap and/or poor to drink it regularly - which would compel the liquor store to stock a greater quantity. Motherfucker, if you can't afford/are too cheap to buy a brand regularly then you have no business drinking above your station and depriving me of my beer of choice. Know your place and stick to your Milwaukee's Bests and your Keystone Lights and leave the beer that actually tastes good to people who will appreciate it for its flavor and not just an economical way to get wasted. Assholes.
Rave: My new rifle in on the way to my FFL! I can't wait. It's a CZ 452 American. It was just discontinued like last week and its much more superior to the new model. I can't friggin wait.
Rant: "Hey, should we user the same drive letter for every computer that needs to map to the server share because that would make sense?" "Fuck that noise, let's just pick whatever drive letter that comes to mind for each workstation so future administrators can't use a mapping script to automate the process whenever a new user or workstation is added." In related news, my planned six hour day at work turned into a nine hour day. Fucking sick of lazy admins. Rave: Hooker sets a great example for all TiBettes to emulate!
Rant: Service Alphas inspection Monday. It's going to look something like this... Pain in the ass to prepare, and it's an even bigger pain in the ass to wear.