Bitches, gripes, backstabbing and general bile. Reader discretion need not apply. This is for the quick bitch, the short gripe, the blow off a little steam and get it off your tits kind of thing. About stuff I can't say out there because that would be 'rude,' or PC incorrect, or whatever. And quite frankly, it may just be stuff that I am using to vent about something else that I can't face directly yet. Who the fuck knows. However, please feel free to comment. You have the floor (or at least, the comment field at the bottom of the page).
December 018, 11
Planned Crap
I bought a computer the other day, an inexpensive HP notebook. All i wanted was some storage place, and something to work online with. Nothing fancy in other words. And it turns out that inexpensive means piece o' crap. The mouse pad is unresponsive, I never know when it has actually clicked something, or there is such a pause after I click it that I have to hit it again, which of course is too much, and the cpu catches up and wipes out other stuff I am working on. According to my diagnostics, my ram is at 75 - to 85% after login, leaving me diddly to run whatever I actually want to run. Thanks HP, you're my kind of corporation. Is there no end to the shitty business of making crap so that people will be forced to buy more expensive stuff because the less expensive stuff, instead of just having less options, just runs like shit. You're not encouraging me to buy more from you, but less, you self serving, mean spirited corporate non-entity you.
December 05, 11
Sign and Login Protocals
Here you are, making a new account. 1. I don't necessarily want two names. Making up one that is not particularly germane to the issue just means more useless information that I have to remember. Fuck off and let me call myself whatever it is that I want to call myself. Z for instance, or 321 if I so choose. 2. Age requirement? Who gives a rat's ass when I say I was born. What if the email is a non sentient identity, like the name of a band that just got started. Fuck off with the age bullshit. 3. The robot detector wonky sign in game: great that you're fooling the robo callers etc, but you're fooling the rest of us half the fucking time. There has to be a reset button. And here's the kicker on that. The reset button has to reset the wonky words only. No fair resetting the whole goddamn page and making repeat combinations over and over again until either we get everything right over or you kick us off for 24hrs because we couldn't read your stoopid wonky words. What a waste of fucking time!
November 21, 11
Superfluous Segues
Something that really ticks me off is the stupid message telephone companies provide (the one that follows the message the person you are actually calling has left you), telling one over and over again how to use their stupid fucking voice mail service. This message tells one other bullshit that one don't really need to hear over and over and over and over and over... you get my fucking drift telephone service providers. Fuck off and let us get on with our lives without having to listen to your hubots ad nauseum day in and day out. We'll figure it out sooner or later. I don't even know what it says anymore, having had to hold the phone away from my ear each time so as not to pollute my mind with your superfluous segue, and I seem to be able to leave a message just fine. Fuck!
July 27th, 2011
Ear Buds on Buses.
Everybody wears them, or at least, they are becoming as ubiquitous as sunglasses. Trouble is, while they must be wonderful for the wearer, they are shit for people nearby. And the cheaper they are, the worse they are. I'd rather hear bad rap on a boom box than cheap ear buds pumping out droning drum beats in the pitch of fly, or the chipmunks. Tinny, tiny incessant drumming without any accompanying instrumentation. It's fucking annoying, and sometimes I just want to reach over to the idiot who's baking their brains with too loud tunes and rip the fucking things from their ears. Fuck off and get a good set, and then don't turn it up so loud that you can be heard half a bus away.
June 27th, 2011 - "Personal Space"
To those who have to hork up phlegm stuck in the back of their throats and seem unable to do this in any other way than regaling those in their proximity by simulating the death rattle of a diseased crow. Could you please fuck off and do this out of range of others. Being subject to the ratcheting hack of someone hawking up a loogie is akin to being subjected to a front row seat of someone take a dump. Same to those who think that blowing their nose in close proximity to others is socially acceptable. Better done in the confines of one's own personal space rather than to expose others to one's personal dirty and (to anyone else other than one'self) disgusting behaviors, no matter how universal, to others. Personal waste is not a pretty sight to anyone other than oneslef, regardless how fascinating one might find the swirling art of one's own toilette or the exudations of one's mucus membranes.
May 28th, 2011 - E.I.E.I.'o's - In Progress.
"You say American. I say E.I.E.I.'o's (European immigrant or descendant therof)."
Let's face it. The only real 'Americans' living in the Americas today are the scattered few pure blood peoples that are hanging onto existence here and there throughout these two continents after their numbers having been all but wiped out by the hordes of immigrants that arrived post Columbus and are arriving here daily still. The rest of us, for all of our now being born here, are just descendants of those immigrants. And each day that I hear another immigrant or descendant thereof call themselves an 'American,' I hang my head in shame as the blatant usurpation of that title and the disrespect shown to those who were so casually slaughtered and run over is once again and over and over brought into bold relief by those who do not realize their calumny in this regard. That title should be held in reverence, as memorial to those who were so senselessly and meaninglessly wiped out. And given how I, one of the benefactors of this unequal equity, should feel this way, makes me stop in amazement to consider the perseverance and restraint that the original owners of that title are showing as their collective noses are rubbed into the reminder of their loss. It is to wonder.Will those people who so 'proudly' flag that banner ever realize the bitter irony of their 'pride,' and that their jingoistic bleatings only the more so point out their ignorance of their own calumny?
The immigrants to North America have co-opted the name American. To this end, I have come up with a term for these immigrants: E I's (European Immigrants). Admittedly there are now immigrants from other locations other than Europe, but the large bulk of those who now call themselves "Americans" are from European stock. Hence E.I.E.I.'o's.
May 28th, 2011 - "I think I'm starting to get the hang of this."
Sign and Login Protocals
Here you are, making a new account. 1. I don't necessarily want two names. Making up one that is not particularly germane to the issue just means more useless information that I have to remember. Fuck off and let me call myself whatever it is that I want to call myself. Z for instance, or 321 if I so choose. 2. Age requirement? Who gives a rat's ass when I say I was born. What if the email is a non sentient identity, like the name of a band that just got started. Fuck off with the age bullshit. 3. The robot detector wonky sign in game: great that you're fooling the robo callers etc, but you're fooling the rest of us half the fucking time. There has to be a reset button. And here's the kicker on that. The reset button has to reset the wonky words only. No fair resetting the whole goddamn page and making repeat combinations over and over again until either we get everything right over or you kick us off for 24hrs because we couldn't read your stoopid wonky words. What a waste of fucking time!
November 21, 11
Superfluous Segues
Something that really ticks me off is the stupid message telephone companies provide (the one that follows the message the person you are actually calling has left you), telling one over and over again how to use their stupid fucking voice mail service. This message tells one other bullshit that one don't really need to hear over and over and over and over and over... you get my fucking drift telephone service providers. Fuck off and let us get on with our lives without having to listen to your hubots ad nauseum day in and day out. We'll figure it out sooner or later. I don't even know what it says anymore, having had to hold the phone away from my ear each time so as not to pollute my mind with your superfluous segue, and I seem to be able to leave a message just fine. Fuck!
July 27th, 2011
Ear Buds on Buses.
Everybody wears them, or at least, they are becoming as ubiquitous as sunglasses. Trouble is, while they must be wonderful for the wearer, they are shit for people nearby. And the cheaper they are, the worse they are. I'd rather hear bad rap on a boom box than cheap ear buds pumping out droning drum beats in the pitch of fly, or the chipmunks. Tinny, tiny incessant drumming without any accompanying instrumentation. It's fucking annoying, and sometimes I just want to reach over to the idiot who's baking their brains with too loud tunes and rip the fucking things from their ears. Fuck off and get a good set, and then don't turn it up so loud that you can be heard half a bus away.
June 27th, 2011 - "Personal Space"
To those who have to hork up phlegm stuck in the back of their throats and seem unable to do this in any other way than regaling those in their proximity by simulating the death rattle of a diseased crow. Could you please fuck off and do this out of range of others. Being subject to the ratcheting hack of someone hawking up a loogie is akin to being subjected to a front row seat of someone take a dump. Same to those who think that blowing their nose in close proximity to others is socially acceptable. Better done in the confines of one's own personal space rather than to expose others to one's personal dirty and (to anyone else other than one'self) disgusting behaviors, no matter how universal, to others. Personal waste is not a pretty sight to anyone other than oneslef, regardless how fascinating one might find the swirling art of one's own toilette or the exudations of one's mucus membranes.
May 28th, 2011 - E.I.E.I.'o's - In Progress.
"You say American. I say E.I.E.I.'o's (European immigrant or descendant therof)."
Let's face it. The only real 'Americans' living in the Americas today are the scattered few pure blood peoples that are hanging onto existence here and there throughout these two continents after their numbers having been all but wiped out by the hordes of immigrants that arrived post Columbus and are arriving here daily still. The rest of us, for all of our now being born here, are just descendants of those immigrants. And each day that I hear another immigrant or descendant thereof call themselves an 'American,' I hang my head in shame as the blatant usurpation of that title and the disrespect shown to those who were so casually slaughtered and run over is once again and over and over brought into bold relief by those who do not realize their calumny in this regard. That title should be held in reverence, as memorial to those who were so senselessly and meaninglessly wiped out. And given how I, one of the benefactors of this unequal equity, should feel this way, makes me stop in amazement to consider the perseverance and restraint that the original owners of that title are showing as their collective noses are rubbed into the reminder of their loss. It is to wonder.Will those people who so 'proudly' flag that banner ever realize the bitter irony of their 'pride,' and that their jingoistic bleatings only the more so point out their ignorance of their own calumny?
The immigrants to North America have co-opted the name American. To this end, I have come up with a term for these immigrants: E I's (European Immigrants). Admittedly there are now immigrants from other locations other than Europe, but the large bulk of those who now call themselves "Americans" are from European stock. Hence E.I.E.I.'o's.
May 28th, 2011 - "I think I'm starting to get the hang of this."
You've got to be kidding me. Canada just voted in a 'majority' government with 39% of the popular vote? This is just absurd. I see no other priority more important in this our 'democracy' where the majority is supposed to rule. I may not like that so much either, but it's better than 39%. Especially when it seems the way things are now we are stuck with an uptight, immoral bunch of intolerant, conservative, religious, money grubbing bigots. Why the hell haven't we done something about his already, and what the hell are we doing about it now? I'm going to go out and join something!
May 26th, 2011 - Public Egress
This goes out to all those people out there who do not know how to comport themselves in the market place.
I.E. to those who don't know how to stand out of the way on escalators so that other people can walk thru; to those who don't get it that walking on the sidewalk just like the traffic drives on the road, i.e. to the right (or to the left, which ever is appropriate to your local), is the sensible way to go without bashing into everyone else; to those who rush into doorways on elevators and bus/train doors for example, before the people trying to disembark or exit said doorways can do so, and to all those other obliviheads out there who are ignorant of all the the other obvious and agreeable ways one can make it easier for everyone to get along in the public domain, like cleaning up after yourself and depositing your garbage in the garbage rather than just throwing it just any old where; like not peeing on the toilet seat and leaving it there; like etc ad nauseaum:
WAKE THE FUCK UP, TAKE A LOOK AROUND, SMELL THE FUCKING COFFEE, GET YOUR HEADS OUT OF YOUR COLLECTIVE ASSES AND YOUR PATHETIC NARCISSISTIC EGOS OUT OF EVERYONE ELSE'S. Asses, that is. As in, pain in the....
"Bus Drivers," 18 May '11
It seems there are two kinds of bus drivers. Those who make an effort to pick up passengers, and those who do exactly the opposite. You know who you are. To the first i say, thank you very much for the excellent service. As for the others, i suggest you find other jobs, jobs that don't involve people. Buses are for the express purpose of picking up passengers, i.e. people, not leaving them behind, and bus drivers who find various and sundry ahem cough cough bullshit cough reasons why they shouldn't pick people up are obviously in the wrong business. Go haul vegetables, or drive garbage trucks. Better yet, take the fucking bus for a while instead of driving to work, and see how the other half lives.
"Two Scoops of Raisins" Mon, 18 Apr '11
May 26th, 2011 - Public Egress
This goes out to all those people out there who do not know how to comport themselves in the market place.
"Bus Drivers," 18 May '11
It seems there are two kinds of bus drivers. Those who make an effort to pick up passengers, and those who do exactly the opposite. You know who you are. To the first i say, thank you very much for the excellent service. As for the others, i suggest you find other jobs, jobs that don't involve people. Buses are for the express purpose of picking up passengers, i.e. people, not leaving them behind, and bus drivers who find various and sundry ahem cough cough bullshit cough reasons why they shouldn't pick people up are obviously in the wrong business. Go haul vegetables, or drive garbage trucks. Better yet, take the fucking bus for a while instead of driving to work, and see how the other half lives.
"Two Scoops of Raisins" Mon, 18 Apr '11
I'd like to know who's responsible for this... eggregious and superflous addition to a great cereal. I love bran flakes. And bran muffins. But for some reason, it's become synonymous with bran what have yous to have raisins along for the ride. Why, i would like to know. Because as far as i am concerned, if you're going to put raisins in my bran stuff, you might as well call them Raisin Flakes, or Raisin muffins, or raisin what have yous. Because bran is a subtle flavor, whereas raisins, shriveled, concentrated and wonderful as they are, tend to upstage anything they are added to, making the dominant flavor of the dish in hand their own, no real synthesis there. And the same goes for 'apple' strudel while I'm at it. Let's stop this insidious behavior before the raisin is added to any and everything under the sun. Or at least, 'cause i've got nothing against raisins per se, eat' em all the time (by themselves, with each other), give 'em their own dish. Like raisin pie or raisin pate or something, where they can have mainstage and not be hiding in the background until they are incidentaly crushed open, braying their concentrated flavor all over at the expense of everything else. You want two scoops, put 'em your own bowl, not mine!ps. And while i'm at it, what about carrots too. I just opened a can of chicken noodle soup, and i pulled as many carrots bits as there were chicken bits. So technically, this could be called carrot soup. Enough already. Would it hurt to use yams maybe. I'll take my carrots raw, thank you very much.
