Rant: I don't enjoy the personality tests large corporations administer as part of their hiring process. Be as truthful as possible, my ass.
Rant: I've had it with this fucking game. Level 16 seems borderline impossible. There must be some secret to beating it only the cool kids know about.
RANT: In the current re-investigation into Natalie Wood's death, Christopher Walken lawyered up. Please let it have been Robert Wagner.
Rant- Sister will be in town when I go home for the holidays tomorrow. Rave- She's batshit crazy. After inquiring in a Facebook status what she should do because she thought she was having a heart attack, she called my dad. Then my mom. Then my brother. Finally 911. They brought out the stretcher, oxygen mask, everything. They found nothing wrong with her and gave her Zoloft. It's not a cheap bill and my parents refuse to pay it. My sister decided to stay elsewhere for Thanksgiving. Of course my mom's upset, dad's pissed, and my sister is happy because she's made yet another family gathering about her. She's never met her 8 month old nephew, and if she lets this bullshit keep her from seeing him, I may never speak to her again. Thank God we live on opposite coasts.
Rave: Quite possibly the most productive day I've had in a long time. Aside from grading 120 final exams and getting all of the grades entered (and I didn't do any of that Scantron shit, I graded them by hand), I went home and rearranged the living room so we could put up the Christmas tree, finally set up the wireless printer, cleaned out the den, and cleaned half of the stuff in the future baby's room. Rant: Wanted to finish the baby's room tonight, but the rest of the stuff in there belongs to my wife, and she wants to go through it herself. This means it won't get done until at least January. Rant: I have to spend the day after Thanksgiving going with my in-laws to Chicago. I have zero desire to go on this trip. It is supposed to be the only nice day for a while, and I need to get my Christmas lights up. Fuck.
RAVE: I'm super baby-faced to be a 32 year old man. For No Shave November (or Movember, whichever you prefer), my boss talked me into growing my beard, as he grew his, too. Mine puts his to shame. He's like 5 years older than me. RANT: My beard is REALLY bothering me. I itch all day long. This probably cancels out my above rave.
Rant/Rave?: Unofficially unemployed due to my hips thoroughly screwing themselves for the last few weeks. Now ex decided he's too busy to be in a relationship with me, not entirely sure why he didn't say that to begin with, but hey. I get to go home. There's sweet fa keeping me in this state. I've missed my family and friends heaps over the last few months, but it gave me a time out from all the shit back home. I got a proper diagnosis, I made some awesome friends and I sorted my shit and my head out. I got to know who I am without anyone else being around and got to focus on just me. I'm hoping When I go home it'll stay this way.
Rant: Bushfire season has started. Some homes already lost and more under threat. I really hope that we do not have a bad year and nobody is killed.
RAVE There will be five fucking pies at this afternoon's Thanksgiving day feast. RANT Not a single one of them is apple. This is just unacceptable, not to mention a slap in the face to all of America (I'll even include you in that Canada - you going to stand for this?)
Rave I'm going to be an uncle! At the age of 30 and single I was getting nervous that I'd be the first kid to give my parents a grandchild... even though I have two married sisters almost a decade older than myself. Now thats a relief! The best part? They are adopting and their new family will be what is called "conspicuous" meaning the kid is going to be of another race. I know this will probably lead to a few challenges down the road but I think they will be great parents and I can't help but find a little (ok maybe a lot) humour that will no doubt come awkward situations because of this. I can't wait until they tell my parents over Christmas. Mom will be thrilled but I can't help but think that dad will be a little... awkward about it.
Rave God bless Ativan, I can now stand to be around my mom. Seems like I'm starting to turn into quite a healthy and well adjusted adult.
Rave: yesterday I went into lab to watch the skulls being cracked and removed/delivery of the brain. It involved a saw, chisel, and my ex-SEAL lab partner had to leave the room because of the awesomely disgusting sounds produced while pulling the top of the skull away from the brain. Fun Fact: womens skulls are thicker than mens. It was the best afternoon ever!
Rave: A ladyfriend of mine's current dating project pulled out of a trip to the keys last minute, so guess who gets to fill in (hah!)? I will now be staying south of Islamorada for the weekend, all expenses paid. Life is good.
Rant: I was hoping this rant would be more timely, but fuck it... The assholes who park in the handicap spaces at work using the tags/placcards of others (some of whom have been dead for years) should be crucified. Or at the very least, made handicapped. Full disclosure: I have one working leg, the gimpy one needs a brace. I can climb stairs, but it's a pain in the ass (all the same, a man who claims to want to climb Kilimanjaro has no grounds to bitch about this sort of thing personally). I'm not complaining for myself. I'm complaining for anybody who actually needs to use crutches or a wheelchair, because they're ass-fucked at my building if they come in after 7:30AM (sometimes earlier). When someone (while anectodal, this is not a hypothetical, I've seen this) can literally run to their handicap space to get their cigarettes out of their vehicle while someone in an authentic fucking wheelchair has to wheel herself around the building to get to the sole disabled-accessible elevator/lift required by law, something is breathtakingly wrong. And the most precious part of all this is that people seem to get conveniently handicapped when the weather turns hot, or cold, or rainy, or what have you...because real handicapped people are weatherproof and have built-in climate control. We've all heard about doctors who prescibe the good stuff like they're handing out candy (if anybody in DFW can point me in their direction, by the way, I'll be grateful*), but a Peabody is waiting for the journalist who exposes doctors who hand out handicapped parking tags like they're McDonald's Monopoly money. Quite a few I've seen with permits have nothing wrong with them that a diet wouldn't cure. *If you're here, you likely know exactly what I mean. Rave: MST3K on Netflix instant (specifics are destined for another thread). While I'm thinking about it, where is the Bride of Frankenstein registered? Rave: My brother's less-than-legal-substances-contact has expressed his desire to get out of the business and seems to be damn near giving stuff away. The rave is short-term, but long-term expect a rant. Fuck it...not like I expected a reliable candy-man to last forever. Rant: Found a dead palmetto bug in my pasta section of the pantry. I had an open bag of chiles de arbol in there, so it's very likely that sextopedal fuck died a horrific, fiery death. But, without proof, this remains a rant for having a giant shoehorn-sized roach thing in my pantry.
Rant: Fuck Fuck Fuck One of my best friends just called me and told me that he knows his wife is cheating on him and driving to where she is currently cheating on him. I'm 200 miles away and apparently couldn't stop him from going. I can't emphasize how bad of an idea this is. On a morbidly funny note, it might end up on Cops. Better that than the morning news i suppose. If you need me, I will be drunk until I run out of booze, sometime around Tuesday. FUCK.
Rant: Sleep, why have you forsaken me again?? Next to no sleep since Monday is ridiculous. Rave: Fly home tomorrow!!! Can't wait to see my family.