Rant: While researching my Grandfather's time as a RAF bomber pilot back in WWII, I found out my Dad may have an older half-sister in England. I ended up asking my Dad about it and he told me that if it is true, there's no information. He then explained how in the years after my Grandmother's death, my his Brother and Sister have caused no end of trouble with their bullshit. Mostly to do with their Mother's estate, they now just communicate to my Dad through lawyers. Mind you, when my Grandma became unable to look after herself due to Alzheimer's, it was my family she came to live with; my parents had a young family (5 kids) and a farm to run, while my Aunt had no kids, My Uncle's two kids were adults, and both had easier going lifestyles. And when she required greater care, my Mother (the daughter in law) trained in aged care and went to work at the home she was in. I had been wondering why I never heard from them when my son was born.
Rave: Just got back from doing an Azac Day parade up the coast in the middle of the jungle. Finished three bottls of grog I took up as well as another half and whatever else homebrew that was up there and had a wicked time all round. Rant: Had to drive an entire day up there and the same back, sucked badly. Rave: Managed not to spend the week eating junk. BIG FUCK OFF RANT: Checked my emails at work when we dropped the cars off and still no word on my transfer. The toys will be thrown out of the cot on Monday and this won't be a very happy ranga.
Rant: The morning after $5 martini night can be a taint punching whore. Rave: Just discovered that a really nice restaurant within walking distance does $5 top shelf martinis from 5-9 every Thursday. I'm probably going to have quite a few rough Friday mornings in the future.
RANT: I just found three or four blog posts from when I was 15. I wrote like a fucking twat back then. (Now awaiting red dots saying I still do.)
Ranty Rant Rant Dear body, I will make a deal with you - I will never again do what I did to you, if you promise NEVER again to do what you just did to me. We cool? We cool. -Me.
Rant: Well, finals week has begun which means its time for the following things to happen, in order: Get sick, go nocturnal, stop eating, and watch straight A dreams become straight B realities. Rave: At this time next Friday I will be in a car on my way to Richmond, VA. The girl is taking a bus down from NYC to meet me there. We will spend the night together in Richmond and do the rest of the drive up together. She is so wonderful, I can barely comprehend it.
Rant:Just had the neighbor knock on my door about my music being too loud. It's 9:30pm on a Friday night. Seriously? And I'm the one who has to work in the morning.
RANT: My 8 year old told me and my wife this evening that one of the neighbors who lives next door to his friend, shot a bird with a BB gun in front of him. It was very disturbing for both kids because they saw feathers being expelled from the bird and it dropped. Then the guy told them, "Don't tell your parents about this". WTF? The rant is not so much that the guy shot a bird. It's his yard and it's not a crime. It is retarded and stupid, but did he really have to do it in front of kids and tell them that? He's a big fat, surly redneck who not too long ago had the cops at his house because he "accidentally" hit is wife. RAVE: The one small rave is that my son felt safe enough to tell us about it and we, of course, told him to stay away from that area of the neighborhood.
Rave:Just booked an Austria, Slovakia, and Prague tip in the fall. Dirt cheap too, as I booked it while everyone is in Munich for Oktoberfest.
Rave: Spent the night at my ladyfriend's house. Rave: Dick is working; I got hard. Finally. Rant: Didn't manage to finish. Not sure how people do this - there's so little pressure compared to when you're masturbating. Rave: She seemed happy, so I guess I was doing something right. Rave: She made me breakfast in the morning. Fucking Rant: My temporary roommate is a waste of oxygen. Holy shit. I'm an odd duck, so I guess I'm not in a position to judge people, but this dude is ridiculous. He's about 20 pounds overweight, doesn't shower, has this creepy pedo-smile all the time, and watches anime all day long. Now, I'm not bad-mouthing anime; some people happen to like it, and if that's your guilty pleasure, go for it. But this kid will go on and on about how "badass" random characters are and try to tell me all about whatever he's watching without prompting. In his monotone creepy drone. And he randomly inserts Japanese words just so he can explain what they mean. And he's condescending toward me because he's got more time in service... which means diddly-shit even if we were the same rank. And he never stops with the "This one time, in Okinawa..." stories. And he's a pathological liar. Did I mention that he smells like someone sliced up a dozen onions and scattered them around the room? Since he's my roommate, I got stuck with carting his ass around base to check into various places. And since he's a fucking retard, he gets yelled at by higher-ups for being fat, being a smartass, being a disrespectful fuck, etc. Which means that I get yelled at. Not to mention that because he's used to me driving him places, suddenly I'm his best bud and his One Stop Shop for driving him wherever he pleases. Normally I don't have a problem with that sort of thing. I take coworkers out all the time. But those are my friends, and I can't stand being in the same room as this fuckstick. Rave: This is my last day being in the same room as him. My buddy is EASing, and I'm getting his room. LCpl Weaboofag will be left alone so he can jerk it to tentacle hentai in peace.
Rave: Just one more week until the (not so) big move to Chicago. Excited, nervous, anxious, and a whole host of other emotions are rampaging around inside. Rant: All of this is exacerbating my already terrible insomnia. Not being able to fall asleep until 6am really isn't as glamorous as it might sound. Rave: Going to be snagging Rush tickets for their Chicago show in September. The last (and only, really) time I saw them in Vegas, they put on an outstanding show. I have very high hopes for this one.
RAVE = Finished my SAS coding project 2 hours before the deadline! SECOND RAVE = Classmate is buying me beaucoup beer for helping him with his. ? = The instructions said to write a brief appendix outlining the code in plain English. Mine is 5 pages long - not sure if this qualifies as brief. YAY!!! = Four more days, and the first semester of my master's program is finito. And then I'm off to travel a bit.
Rave: Sale at Dillard's. "What's that you say? I can take another 30% off the 40% marked down price on everything on these four racks of Polo? Hello, new summer wardrobe." Rave: In a barter arrangement with one of my sponsees (who is getting all the old furniture from my family room), one of the items I'm getting is a digital smoker he's used once. First run next weekend: pork shoulder for pulled pork sandwiches.
My message in a bottle: You're incredibly self-absorbed. You're a black, sucking hole of need and you're becoming worse and worse. I don't think you can go one hour without pulling some passive aggressive trick designed to get yourself at the center of attention, including frequent accidents. You dwell on the minutiae of your life, and in the small spaces of time when you're not, you're picking apart the minutiae of our lives. You're full of pretension about what a foodie you are, what a doyenne of taste you are, meanwhile, you really don't have a pot to piss in BECAUSE you've been incredibly self-indulgent and stupid with your money and now you're up to your eyeballs in debt, instead of living comfortably within your means and, I don't know, maybe having set aside some nice college funds for your grandchildren. You're a gluttonous, toxic mess and it's all I can do to remain civil around you sometimes. If I had my choice, I'd cut you out of our lives completely. (sorry, it's not within me to make this humorous. At all.)
Fucking Rant: You know how Dixiebandit feels about cops? I'm starting to feel that way about revenue agencies. I got a letter in the mail from the department of revenue stating that they've adjusted my 2008 return and that I owe them money - and tacked on 3 years worth of interest and penalties to boot. My 2008 return and this is the first I've heard about this. Oh, and they didn't bother explaining why they adjusted my return, just that they did and "fuck you, pay me" effectively. So I'm going to have to call them tomorrow to try to figure out why they adjusted my return just so I can actually dispute this. I'm starting to understand why that guy flew a plane into that IRS building a few years back. Fuckers.
Rant: The universe is seriously fucking with me. I was just brought right up to the edge of losing it over a can opener. I had to have a really late dinner tonight, so by the time I went to start cooking I was pretty damn hungry. I was making posole, which requires opening a few cans. I go to get the can opener, and it's not in the drawer. Que me looking everywhere it could possibly be in the kitchen. Still no luck. Now I look everywhere it could possibly be in the entire apartment. Literally everywhere. I looked in the couch kitchens and in the drawer under the sink in the bathroom. That fucking thing has disappeared. And I don't understand how. How does a can opener, of everything that could possibly go missing in the world, go missing? Now I'm just going to eat pasta, which is the lamest in comparison to posole. But I feel like I will continue to be angry about this can opener for the rest of my godforsaken life.
Rave: I just discovered that the Max & Erma's near my house has a great selection of bourbon. Rant: If I want good bourbon, I have to go to Max & Erma's.