Random Rant

Almost getting into three wrecks in about two minutes because of asshole drivers makes me pissy.

Fri, 21 Nov 2008 19:18:19 GMT

This might be elitist, but if you are so afraid of your car that you can't go over thirty miles an hour on a clear, dry day, you do not belong on the fucking interstate highway.

I can understand being a little afraid of your car. It's been two years since I got my newish Honda Civic, built during the period when Honda was experimenting with increasing fuel efficiency by making the car weigh three goddamn pounds. Crazy bitch of a thing still spooks me out sometimes, because you can feel just how much traction you don't have in conditions like the rain, snow, and fog all at the same time that I had to drive home through last night. And I guess that there is something pretty inherently frightening about being behind the wheel of a hurtling projectile of death.

That said, if you cannot work up the nerve to go at least fifty-five miles an hour, or even figure out which part of the on-ramp you should use to get onto the freeway--hint: it isn't the far left shoulder--you do not belong there. Trying to putter along the freeway at thirty miles an hour while there's a stack of cars trying to merge on behind you and oncoming traffic in the right lane is, in fact insanely dangerous. Braking repeatedly when you get up to forty does not make it less so. The car right behind you while the cars behind us try to pass on the right in the same lane or floor it to build up highway speed and then suddenly realize how slow this lane is actually going just in time to almost cause a wreck by cutting into the left lane without paying any attention to how fast traffic goes in the left lane.

Actually, you guys behind me suck too. I don't even get people who pass on the right when there are three actual lanes and the left--which is the one you're supposed to use in America--is free and clear. But in my fricking lane? Space for traffic to merge into the right lane =/= viable alternative for going around slow traffic. One car-length is not worth dying over. Just stop tailgating and doing dumbass things like that and simmer down a minute. Having some douche who wanted to do ninety right out of the gate in my back seat wouldn't even have the minor black humor going for it that the jackass behind me last night who apparently thought that forty mph is unreasonably slow for a winding, narrow country road in the rain/snow/fog at night ("wouldn't it be funny if a deer ran out in front of me and I stopped in time to miss it, but this jerk hit me instead?") did. Elementary physics, kids. Learn you some.

(tangential rant: WTF, Honda? I know that Japan has weather. Why would you design a car that can't operate safely even on moderately slick roads or winds over five mph? It wasn't terribly much better, but I miss my Protege so much.)

Dear self

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 15:54:48 GMT

Why did you go and lose the antibiotics you NEED to recover from this ear infection? WHY?????

Signed,
Me, the woman who is going to tear apart the apartment a fourth time to try and find said antibiotics

It's basic.

Mon, 27 Oct 2008 08:32:40 GMT

To My Downstairs Neighbor(s),

Just because you only use the garage to park your car, doesn't mean you can just leave it open. Other people are storing stuff in there. My bike is in there. My roomie's bike is in there. Have some fucking consideration. IT'S NOT FUCKING HARD TO CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR MANUALLY. YOU PRESS THE BUTTON ON THE SIDE. AND IF IT'S STUCK, YOU PULL TO GET IT GOING. THAT'S IT. IT DOES THE REST ITSELF. I had to do this TWICE tonight.

Also, when you parked your car in the driveway because you are too lazy to park on the street like you are supposed to- not cool. The other residents can't back out.

Sincerely,
Your Upstairs Neighbor

P.S. Pay some attention to your dog, for pete's sake.

Dear fellow apartment residents

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:18:56 GMT

You're not the only ones who want to wash laundry today. How about not being a fucking punk and actually getting around to emptying out the washing machines of your shit? It's one thing if you leave it in the dryer because I could just take it out and leave it for you to pick up later but you left it all in the washing machines. It's all sopping wet.

Stop being a jerk and get with the program.

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 20:06:21 GMT

Dear irresponsible Film classmates,

When I set a date with you guys on when to shoot a movie, I expect you to ACTUALLY BE PRESENT that day and time. Especially when we had to reschedule after you failed to make the original date. And no, saying "Don't worry man, we'll get it done" does not help and is not in the least bit productive towards getting it done (then again, neither is ranting, but I digress). Since I can't count on you, I'll have to arrange something with other people I know, which involves coordinating their schedules with mine and AAARRRGGGHHH. Thanks a lot.

No love,
Me

Sun, 21 Sep 2008 00:19:19 GMT

Dear Little Feminist Group,

Being organized is NOT bowing to the patriarchy. It's getting things done.

No love,

The only person who baked anything for the damned bake sale

Mon, 08 Sep 2008 09:00:19 GMT

Dear member of my offline writing group:

The reason I "have to put gay people in all [my] stories" is the same reason I have to put men and women and old people and young people and people of different colors in all my stories: that's what worlds have. It doesn't matter that I write fantasy. My story is not set on the Planet of the Hats. To be remotely realistic, a major trading center is going to have a whole lot of different kind of people there. It has nothing to do with me being bi, and that really isn't what I meant when I told you that before you went any further with that line of criticism, you should know that I'm not straight.

And at the other extreme, I'm getting really irritated with the online beta reader for one of my other stories who complains because my same-sex couple in that story "aren't slashy enough" (i.e., neither of them act like girls). Leaving aside the question of whether an original story can even be slash since it isn't combining anyone else's canon characters, good god. They're men who are eventually going to marry each other. How much slashier can it be?

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 06:48:43 GMT

Ok, so I can understand that you're an affectionate person. Really. Really and truly. I mean, I'm not particularly, but I can get that. Still, don't you think we've been doing a bit much kissing on the mouth for only being friends? Or hey, don't you think, maybe, if we're only friends, sleeping (in the actual sleeping sense) together on your damn couch was a bit...misleading? I mean, really. Thanks for reinforcing my paranoia when it comes to relationships.

A rant in letter style

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 17:48:37 GMT

Dear you:

We've been friends for a long time. We don't always agree on things, but that's okay, because I don't think that it's necessary for friends to agree on all things.

I know it sticks in your craw that I don't like a group of people you consider friends. And you repeatedly make that dislike known anytime the subject of said group of people comes up.

But you know what? That group of people has treated your other friends (including me) like absolute shit. A lot. Repeatedly. And the fact that you will continue to defend them? Kind of pisses me off.

Actually, it pisses me off a lot. I can tolerate the fact that you still want to be friends with them. But I have had it up to here with you getting whiny, emo, and passive-aggressive anytime anyone says a bad word against them.

THEY DID A LOT OF NOT NICE THINGS. Defending them to the people who were the targets of said not nice things is NOT KOSHER.

Grow up and suck it up. If you would prefer to keep kissing their asses, be my guest, but I'm thisclose to being completely done with you.

No love,
Me

Dear Speschul Snowflakes

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 18:05:02 GMT

See...there's a *reason* magnetic ID badges are used in some office buildings.

It's because there are people who probably have no business being there, and Security would like to keep them on the other side of the electronic doors. Period.

Also: I'm a contractor, and the building is huge. I don't know 95% percent of the folks here by sight, and that might include you. If I let you in, and it turns out you're the stalkery ex-lover of someone who works here? Or a disgruntled former employee, packing heat and looking to shoot up the place? Guess who gets it in the neck for letting you bluff your way in.

Go on, guess.

If you do belong here and have just misplaced your badge, you're supposed to schlep over to Security to beg a temporary replacement. I know that's the rule for me; presumeably it's the rule for eveyone.

Therefore:

- Trying to sneakinrealfastbehindme when I buzz myself in? Not cool.

- Rapping indignantly on the glass window of the side-door, and smooshing your face against it to glare accusingly inside? This, instead of going 'round to the suite's front, where Security can see you, confirm who you are, and happily resolve your badgelessness for the day?

Just plain lazy, and will get you fucking ignored.

- Propping doors open? Like the door to the corporate fitness room, so your dawgs who don't work there can come and go as they please? Doubleplusuncool. Especially when I'm one locker-room door away — which has no lock! Quelle ironie! — alone, female, small, and depending on the timing, starkassed nakkers.

- Finally: yesterday. After hours. You haunt the back door, looking all officious, huffy and briefcase-y. Lurking, waiting to pounce on the first biped who walks by. Then you leap up to go *BANGBANGBANG* "HEY YOU! LEMME IN!", projecting a more belligerent sense of entitlement on the subject of In Vs. Out than even my cat's got.

Meanwhile the biped (me) has just done 5 miles of cardio on top of a full day's work, is sore, tired, and on the phone letting off steam about a friend who'd died several hours earlier.

Fuck off and go round the front, where the main entrance has regular, non-electronically locked doors. Ass.

The only thing that keeps me from being any more annoyed about this trend, is the sobering fact that all the folks involved probably bring the same aggressively self-absorbed attitude with them when they get behind the wheel. o_O

They'll kill me one day, I just know it.

bubba the shitty repairman

Mon, 05 May 2008 04:53:05 GMT

ETA: Sorry this originally ended up in random_lounge - I didn't check before I hit "submit"
(the longer story can be found in my LJ as well as LJ's bad_service)

Dear Absent Landlord,

Thank you for being a cheap ass and hiring "Bubba." Not only did he use the wrong material for the hole in the ceiling, he didn't remove anything from my room (in fact my roommate offered to move my stuff out herself and he brushed her off), nor did he adequately protect it - so now $1000-2000 worth of my electronics are soaked in plaster dust. Also, the entire apartment is coated in dust, my closet is coated in dust, and I can't sleep in my own bed for the next two nights.

Did I mention I have a midterm tomorrow?

Oh, and yes I am going to hire maid service to clean the apartment, and I'm going to send you the bill as well. Not only would it be ridiculous to ask me to clean up after the Neanderthal you hired, but I'm allergic to dust. So no, I'm not going to even lift a finger myself because it would result in a sinus infection (which I already feel coming on just from walking around and moving a few things out to prevent further dust.)

Royally pissed,

Your tenant

Dear body: choose a date and stick to it

Fri, 02 May 2008 03:18:09 GMT

Dear body,

Could you like choose one date and stick to it? You had your fun for years now. I let you start on the 15 on one month, then skip the next, then start on the 1st the month after and then start on the 27 the month after that one. And who knows the next month! Not me! Would it be that hard to choose one date and stay on that date for like a year? Just you know, to give me a sense of no "surprise!". No? Too hard. Fuck you.

No love,
M.

Fuck you, Mr. Governor, and Fuck you, my dearest chancellors

Thu, 01 May 2008 21:15:29 GMT

I don't post much, I mostly lurk, but somewhere NEEDS TO BE PARTY TO MY RAGE.

I'm currently a graduate student with the Group in Asian Studies at UC Berkeley. We have a pretty old and prestigious program, one of the oldest in the country (which is sad as it's only 59 years old).

We have a very strong East Asian Languages program as well. Currently it teaches 3,000 students (out of 40,000 total, which is a pretty significant portion), and that is with turning many away. The languages are popular because of the quality of the classes, and the heritage factor in that 40%+ of Berkeley's student population is of Asian decent (which, I know, doesn't mean that all 40% of them are of East Asian descent or want to learn an East Asian language, but I will say that it's nice to not be surrounded by anime nerds in Japanese class).

Well, perhaps I should say, WE HAD.

Because our fucktard of a governor refuses to even slightly raise taxes (which are actually low in respect to how many services the government provides) because HE ARE REPUBLICAN HARHAR, we have a huge deficit looming this fiscal year. And, of course, the one of first things to get assed when really stupid conservatives are in charge is always education. $4 billion dollars worth of cuts to K-12, and $412 million to the UC system (which translates into about $20-40 million of loss for UCB, which runs mostly off of donations at this point).

Despite a vice-chancellor claiming that to arbitrarily fire staff would be shit for the university (cite), EALC is facing a budget cut of about 50%. This means that while they are teaching 3,000 students now, next year they can only accommodate 1,500. Over half of all of our language teachers are being fired (Korean is the most assed by this, as they are going from seven teachers to two, while Chinese and Japanese get to keep five, and only because they have tenure! Korean, which is the smallest of the three programs, is going to also have to turn away just as many students), and they are getting rid of such classes as fifth year (and possibly fourth-year!) language classes, and language classes for speakers with some prior background, or speakers of other dialects.

Korean, the least popular of the three, has more students than Russian and Arabic, which, as far as we know, aren't facing the same kinds of cuts. SE and S Asian languages are also getting massive cuts, which is going to basically remove language programs in Tagalog, and likely other smaller language programs like Thai or Hindi, entirely.

THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT.

On a personal note, degrees in the Group in Asian Studies require three years of study of an Asian languages. The way things are looking, EALC can only give class seats to their majors. Everyone else CANNOT EVEN ENROLL. I have NEVER heard of this happening in any school's language program (cuts, yes, but closed to non majors? no). So, yeah, the backbone of an area studies degree is the language, especially in a field somewhat lacking in English-language scholarship, and without it, our program is as good as dead. Which is a shame, what with it being so well respected and all. MY FIELD IS SMALL ENOUGH WITHOUT A MAJOR UNIVERSITY KILLING ITS PROGRAM.

I also am looking at the possibility of not getting enough language training to be able to read the Japanese sources I'm going to need to finish my thesis. I'll have to look elsewhere for the language classes that were promised (more or less) to me at admission. It's most of the reason I came to get an M.A. in the first fucking place. Asian Studies, and Asian Languages, are underrepresented as it fucking is in English scholarship, the last thing we fucking need to do is more or less eliminate them from an option for anyone who wants to study them, but not major in them. For someone who actually, you know, wants to incorporate language into their other studies (like someone who wants to do, say, international business in Asia). It's bad e-fucking-nough that I hate the area I live in, am not getting any funding from the school next year, and that M.A. students can't get most GSI/TA positions, but now they are taking my languages away from me and over a thousand other students? I've about fucking had it with this fucking place.

I love foreign language, am an amateur linguist, and how monolingual and Europe-centric a lot of university education is has always pissed me off. And now for a university to force students out of a program that was overflowing is such fucking bullshit.

I'm sure our football team is DOING GREAT THOUGH. I haven't heard of any other departments getting cut this heavily either, though I haven't done a lot of looking. Just fuck.

I'm so fucking pissed at the moment. I don't even know where to best channel my rage. Letters seem inadequate at this point, you know?

Why didn't I go to UCLA or Stanford, or even to USC? I mean, they appear to actually care about their language programs (though UCLA is the only fair comparison, as the other two are private universities).

Fuck these people hardcore. With something pointy. And rusty.

You want some irony? We just opened our new, huge, East Asian Library. The only larger collections of East Asian language materials in the country are at the Library of Congress and Harvard. Sucks that no one will be around to use it! What the fuck was the College of Letters and Science thinking?

[I can't help but link the student movement here]

Dear idiots of the world, LEARN TIME MANAGEMENT

Sun, 27 Apr 2008 23:51:25 GMT

Dear idiot,

Yes, I said I would read over and critique your final exam project that's due tomorrow. That was three weeks ago. During that time, multiple e-mails produced no answer, and when I saw you in person and asked about it, you just shrugged and looked away. Now you're e-mailing me the night before it's due and wanting me to critique twenty pages? Fuck you, I don't have time; I'm working on my own projects.

And no, high-speed whining in my direction will not change my mind. You goofed off and insisted on ignoring all the good faith efforts I made to remind you. If you fail, tough shit.

Signed,
Limyaael the Irritated.

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 07:40:45 GMT

Dear seller,

I know that your no-return, no-exchange policy for your clothes is for your own safety and convenience. I'm not denying that, and I'm not forcing you to make an exception for me.

However, when YOU manage to fuck up my order by giving me a brown shirt instead of the navy one I ordered, I have the right to an explanation. Which you aren't giving me. I've sent you text messages on the phone and private messages through the site twice in the last four days, and no replies. And I can see in your profile that you've been online during the past few days. The only thing I haven't done is call, and the reason I don't want to do that is because I believe it's invasive.

WTF? All I'm asking for is an explanation and a way to resolve the problem and you don't even want to talk about it. If I can't get the shirt changed, at least give me a reason why you managed to fuck it up, especially since you've already had it confirmed and you got one of my orders right.

No love,
Me

Well, I don't understand your face, so I guess we're about even

Sat, 29 Mar 2008 00:33:36 GMT

I am so tired of people who are proud of not knowing/understanding things.

I'm a reference librarian in all but title (don't have the graduate degree to be a real librarian). In our system, reference gets stuck with the public computers. A few times a day, we'll have someone come up to the desk and ask for something that they can wait a few days for me to request from another branch, or I can show them how to find the information online right then. If they don't tell me to just never mind, half the time they want me to place the request because, as they tell me quite proudly, they "don't do that computer stuff."

Or else they'll come up to the reference desk and be snotty and rude because they have to make a reservation with their library cards to use our computers(fuck no, we aren't going to let Jack Anybody stroll up and use our equipment these days), then are rude and snotty because they don't know how to use the computer and we don't have the time to sit there and hold their hands for their entire sessions. We have free computer classes for that. We also have only two people on the desk and can't spare one for two hours. When I try to explain them to that, they get very angry because they never use computers and it is apparently the library's job to guide them through it when they absolutely have to.

Folks, I'll let you in on a secret: not having a skill is nothing to be proud of.

It isn't just the technophobes. This drove me nuts at college, too. I hung out mostly with the feminist groups, which consisted largely of opinionated-but-not-batshit women. Every now and then, though, we'd get some new recruit who wanted to prove her college radical cred by bragging to us that she didn't cook or clean or knit or do any of that girl stuff. Quite often they'd come do this at one of our weekly knitting group get-togethers. To which most of us would say something along the lines of, "Well, congratulations. When we need the services of a cold, hungry slob, we'll give you a call."

I hate how "oh noes new technology" has become an excuse to be lazy and helpless. Last weekend, my mom wanted to borrow a travel alarm clock. I had a digital battery-powered clock I lent to her. When I dropped it off, she wanted me to set the alarms for her because she "didn't get that new technology." It's a fucking digital clock. Those have been around since what, the late 1970s? That ain't new technology. It's probably older than I am. Seriously, woman, that's just you being too lazy to read the little print by the buttons.

I think the thing that bugs me the most about "Look at me, I lack skillz" is the entitled attitude that goes along with it--if I act stupid, someone else will do my work for me. I don't understand how this works, so I need other people to accommodate me. I've had people approach me on the street and want to know where I got my kickass felted bag. When I tell them that I made it, they tell me immediately that they're too dumb to knit, but they'll pay me ten dollars to make them one just like it. Most are okay with, "Thanks for the compliment, but sorry, I won't. This is thirty dollars' worth of yarn that I found in Rhode Island and the thing took the better part of a month to make," but I've I had some people get really pissy when I decline. How dare I expect them to learn a new skill if they want to profit from it! It may be a bit bitchy and I'd certainly never say this to a patron at the library, but I think that if they're so puzzled by computers that they log into their computer sessions and sit there waiting for the Internet to start, they have no business using our computers. Really, now. If you had no idea how to use a car, would you demand that someone lend you theirs and teach you how to drive? I've asked a few people I know who want me to knit things for them or who claim to be useless at computers why they they think they wouldn't be able to learn to do it themselves. The answers tend to be along the lines of "It would take too long," or "I'd rather have people accommodate my needs."

I'm a geek and a librarian. It already makes me twitch when people don't want to learn things. But "I don't want to learn because I am lazy and/or think the world should function differently?" Spare me, please.

Dear shoe stores

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 03:52:54 GMT

You make my life unpleasant. I am probably one of the few women who HATES shopping for shoes. Why?

SIZE: 10 1/2-11
FOOT ISSUES: Flat Feet
TYPE OF SHOE NEEDED: Dress, Black, High-Heel

You would think that women who have larger feet have no style with what I find in the stores. So much of it only serves to make the feet look even bigger! And, with my flat feet I need a fairly enclosed shoe so I don't go flopping around in it. UGH!!!

I know I can order shoes online or from a catalog but with how my feet are I really would much rather be able to try them on before buying so I don't have to waste time returning them and getting my hopes up for nothing. There are so many nice shoes I want to wear but I can't. Maybe I should just get a couple of inches chopped off my feet.

Signed,
Shoe-less in Michigan

Stupidpetowners galore!

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 02:22:47 GMT

This is somewhat depressing.

This is the second people vs pet in the past week on SPO and if I see one more "pet!pet!pet!" before anything else, Im going to get a permanent twitchy movement in the forehead.

Pets aren't more important that your kid, for the love of god! You dont choose the cat before the kid. Who would do that? And it's not a question of "what if they were children", they arent, that the whole point your stupid head can't figure out!

If there's no room when Hurricane WhateverHerNameIs comes, there's no room. End of story. Sad that the pets might die, but for fuck sake it doesnt make the person SPO because they couldnt take the freaken pet.

People are going to put human before pets. What a crazy concept. If you dont, dont feel bad if I let you there to suffer to get the person beside you.

And to the other post about suicide bombing that killed people at a dogfight and that no new mention the dogs. IT'S BECAUSE HUMAN ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN DOGS! People care more about human than dog! It's perfectly fine! and, and argggg!!!!

Ok, I think Im fine, now. Until I get a reply to what I said. Then I might snap, again.

Dear People Who Live In The Apartment Below Me

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 02:43:55 GMT

Would you kindly SHUT THE FUCK UP?! YOUR MOTHERFUCKING TV IS NOT WHAT I WANT TO BE HEARING WHILE TRYING TO WATCH INSPECTOR LYNLEY! YOU'RE LIKE THIS EVERY FUCKING DAY. I'VE TALKED TO YOU TWICE, COMPLAINED TO THE APARTMENT MANAGEMENT TWICE, AND YOU'RE STILL LOUD AS FUCK! ON TOP OF IT YOU'RE NOT EVEN THE REAL RESIDENTS OF THAT APARTMENT- YOU'RE THE RELATIVES OF THE REAL RESIDENT. GET THE FUCK OUT! I HATE YOU ALL! GO DIE IN A FIRE OR BETTER YET LET ME HELP WITH A FIREBOMB.

Sincerely,
The Person Who Lives In The Apartment Above You Who Appreciates MOTHERFUCKING QUIET

Fri, 21 Dec 2007 08:13:16 GMT

Dear friends,
When I say I don't want to talk about an issue issue in my life and I suggest I will temporarily block you on AIM for bringing it up, I MEAN IT.

Especially to you, Mr. "I have the worst timing and bring up crap you never want to hear about." There is a REASON I keep blocking you. I. Don't. Want. To. Talk. About. It. It isn't going to make me feel any better to hear you listen to me for five seconds and then make it All About You. Screw you. I want to mope alone, and I don't need more salt poured into my wounds than already there.

No love,
The Annoyed

Delivery company of FAIL!

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:04:51 GMT

Oh, Home Delivery Network you are the delivery company of FAIL. Amazon, I'm not loving you much either.

Image after cut.

You cannot live in the UK, and have an address that is much simpler than mine, and yet you still couldn't get it right. FAIL.

I contacted Amazon, they offered to pass my number on to you, I couldn't be arsed to go the long way around and found a number to call on an old delivery receipt (I'm a hoarder :)

I called you up, and you promised to call back, even though I couldn't understand why you needed to speak to me, did you want driving instructions? You didn't call back. FAIL.

I contacted Amazon and, after a few e-mails back and forth, was eventually told that the package was missing and I should re-order. Except some of the stuff is out of stock, so sorry, you can have a refund instead? I believe Amazon FAILS in this one, because the package was still being flung back and forth between the wrong depots. I write back to Amazon to ask what the hell HDNL are still tracking all over the place and get back a "ONOEZ TECHI FULT CULDNT ACSES MAIL!!! PLEASE TRY AGAIN!" FAIL.

I wait a little longer, to let the weekend pass. I celebrated this morning when I noticed on your site (that didn't feed through to Amazon for some reason) that you had FINALLY delivered it to the right depot. YAYZ! (But you still fail for how long it took.)

I check again a little while later, to see if they would be delivering later today or tomorrow. Now I find out that the people at the correct depot amended the address, according to your website tracking, AND SENT IT BACK TO DROITWITCH/DAVENTRY AGAIN! (I can't tell because Amazon and your site have conflicting info).

OMG! FAAAIIIL!

I call, again. I am told that it's being sent back to Amazon. *headdesk* x1000. I can't believe that when they finally get it to the right depot, they send it back. It's already been discussed with Amazon, and there is nothing I can do except contact Amazon and ask them to send it back to me. Which I did.

I wrote,

"I have contacted HDNL myself, again.

It seems after all the arsing around with my package, they are sending back to you. I trust that you will send it back out to me when it arrives ASAP. (You may even send it with a competent company, assuming the mistake was on their end and not yours.)

I still would like to know why they had so much trouble with that package, as HDNL don't seem to know. Did you provide the wrong address or something? Was the mistake theirs? Please don't brush me off with some copy paste response.

I guess I should just be glad that these aren't my Christmas present orders."

I'll have to wait and see what happens next >:(

*sends capslock key on well deserved holiday*

i am never hosting a party during football season again

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 07:47:06 GMT

Dear "friends":

Thank you for having me cut my day short, purchase and prepare food and beverages, stay up late when I've had an exhausting week and have an early morning, bring down and set up a game system on a difficult tv, and provide you with a safe haven to drink underage, so you could watch football.

Because when I haven't seen the majority of you in at least 6 months, the point of me hosting a get-together party was totally for you to come in and park yourself in front of my tv, then leave immediately after the game. That is completely what I had in mind.

Fuck you too.

- (apparently) the tool

To my lovely neighborhood

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 03:21:58 GMT

To my lovely neighborhood

First it started with the kids throwing rocks/sticks at my brother and his friend while they were in the backyard. The worse we did, tell you to fucking stop. Then it was you again throwing your garbage on our side. Again the worse argues and tell you to fucking stop. In the mean time we got a few "get away fat bitches" and "go back to Quebec you damn French". And the throwing garbage continues, we called the police and put a complain. You moved away! (Yay! sadly the grandma lives right beside you, so the damn kids aren’t gone yet). Then we had peace. Yay!

Until now. I don’t know why the kids find it necessary to spend 3$ for a dozen of egg to egged our house, but they do. We're at 7 now, in the past two weeks. How nice of you, I like the yellow tint it gives the white. Sadly for you, or lucky, if my dad or brother catches you, it wont be pretty. But my mom make sure it doesn’t happen. Personally, I find it annoying and wonder why you're wasting money like that. It's not like we're bugging you* or anything. I also find it amusing that your only problem with us seem to be that we're French. So on this lovely post, I shall finish with: Va chier, mon chere voisin.

Thank you,
M.

*We keep it to ourselves, other than a few arguments, started by them, we don’t even talk to them!

Public Service Announcement

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 21:48:41 GMT

Dear several people who really should know better,

Stringing a bunch of words together and slapping ".com" on the end doesn't automatically mean there will be a website there. I only WISH navigating the Internet were that simple. It would mean that research would take me 15 minutes instead of several hours. Really, I'd love it if obscureasshistorytopicsthatnobodybutHlRwouldthinktowritea12pagepaperon.com existed, but alas, I instead must comb JStor and the like to find stuff on said obscure-ass history topics. It would also mean I would never leave my computer again, because then I could magically create Sky/Bridge porn just by typing in whatever I wanted! Alas, though, since that is not possible we must remember this simple mantra: Google Is Your Friend.

This has been a PSA from a frustrated friend, sister, and daughter, who's quite tired of hearing the words "Oh, just get on *random words*.com and you should find something!".

Dear coworker named T.

Sat, 27 Oct 2007 02:27:35 GMT

T.

I know you slack off at work, you've said it yourself numerous time. I usually don't mind that much, it has its annoying points, but I'll live. But, when you know someone from head office is coming in the morning, when you know that:
-S. left a note of things needed to be done at "night" for the morning,
-I've work all day(yesterday) at something that needed to be done for this morning, but wasn't finish (which mean I had to do it in the morning, which I've told you)
could you've NOT slack off? I had to spend two hour doing what was supposed to be done the night before. And the little bit you had done wasnt done properly. Next time you know head office is coming could you stop slackin off and get working a little bit? One or two nights a month will not kill you.

Thanks
M.