Rant: My mace leaked in my purse and penetrated my ChapStick. Rave: My lips have never looked so naturally rosy.
RANT: That first opportunity vanished. I put my dick on the table for no goddamn reason. That is fucking infuriating, no idea what my bosses are thinking about my employment or whatever. Now I have my review and I'm dying to see what comes up in this, not like I'm expecting to get skewered but we'll see. I have to pull a rabbit out of my ass when it comes to the conversation of "Do you want to be here?"
Re: Rant & Rave Thread RANT: The wife just ran into my ex at her favorite restaurant, the ex happens to be the new bartender there. Fuck me
Rant: So, you want universal health care, do you? First week of February, I went to my family doctor to complain about a recurring health problem that I had surgery for back in 2011. He said he would write up a referral to the OB/GYN who had performed the surgery. Today, her office called to book an appointment. Let me be very clear about this: it took almost TWO ENTIRE MONTHS to get a doctor to phone me for an appointment (this isn't even the appointment yet! This is just the phone call to book it!) when I am already a patient of this doctor and she herself has performed surgery on me in the past. Yeah. If I could pull out a credit card and pay for actual service the same day, I totally would.
RAVE: The outside thermometer hit 50 today! RAVE: There is no snow in the forecast for the next 10 days! RANT: We still have areas of our yard that have 10"+ of snow. I'm going to have a big fucking BBQ of "It's gonna be an early spring!" groundhog.
RAVE: free bar tab tonight at a small pub in DC, really enjoying the vibe. currently 1st place team in a quarters tournament. RAVE: Going to a college freeski railjam this weekend. Practice day on friday, got some bangers I want to try out on the jump line. Hopefully going to stomp a rodeo 5 and switch backflip. If I get those I'm hoping to move on to rodeo 7's, switch misty 5 and 7's. I'm not the most technical skier (2nd season this year) but you'll be hard pressed to find someone who lives "fuck it, huck it" more than I do.
Rant: The slow descent into previous Pinkcup fatassery has slowed down, but hasn't stopped entirely. I was feeling okay-ish about my glacial progress towards eating well...until my dad wanted to take me to a father-daughter pizza dinner at my favorite place. How could I say no? I threw moderation out the window and went into beast mode...and now, predictably, I feel like shit. Way to go, Pinkcup. Rant: We both sat in relative silence the entire time. I know we're not close, but damn. It was rough. Rave?: Signed up for a 7k race/challenge course with my dad and brother. I can't even run a mile, but I will need to be able to run seven and do strong things by then. Then= May 11th. Woo. Rant/Rave: Heard from The Dude. It felt amazing and incredibly painful all at the same time. I hate this shit SO much. Rave: Also joined a local hiking group for ladies. Can't wait to be outside as soon as it stops snowing!!
Rave: Turned down sex with a cute girl who's really into me because I don't have any feelings for her and I'd have felt like a scumbag. Rant: Turned down sex with a cute girl who's really into me. Rave: Hooked up with a total stranger instead. Consequence Free Sex > Regret Sex. I then proudly did the Walk of Shame at her side in the morning as she traipsed through my neighbourhood in a "sexy lion" outfit while the middle-aged housewives and office drones who make up the majority of the local population looked at me as though I'd just crawled out of a sewer and taken a dump in their letterbox. Rant: She told me "Oh, I saw that you looked really old and thought that was hot". Bitch, I'm 24. I know this is a college bar, but Jesus. What am I, the guy who caters to girls' silver daddy fetishes now? Related Rant: This premature baldness/shaved head thing is not doing me any favours. I miss my Ivy League haircut. Rave: She was as dumb as a box of particularly unintelligent rocks, which made for some hilarious conversations, including one in which she was adamant that Abbey Road was in Liverpool, despite it being about half a mile from my house and me having walked by it multiple times. I even offered to take her to the Pedestrian Crossing and she still wouldn't believe it. And let's not forget the following gem: "Yeah, I was worried about going to Capri because when we were on the ferry from Naples I thought, what if there were like, pirates?" "Er, what?" "You know, pirates from Africa." "Er... there's no pirates in Northern Africa, and Capri is only 3-4 miles from the mainland anyway, I'm pretty sure even if there were, the Italian Navy wouldn't have a problem patrolling THAT close to their own shores." "Yes there is, there's pirates in Somalia!" "...Somalia isn't in North Africa." "Yes it is?" "No, it's not. You know how Africa looks like a horse's head, right? Well, Somalia is the ear." "No it's not!" *Shows map on phone* "Well, they could always sail up, it doesn't look that far." "Honey, it's about 3500 miles." Best part is she's a second-year medical student. Not quite sure how that's gonna work out.
RANT: Headaches the last two nights. Smoked a bit to dull the pain/nausea, which came back 4 hours later. Next thing I know, I'm waking up to the room spinning and my heart pounding. Couldn't have been more than ten seconds but fuck that sucked.
RAVE: I will have a drink in my hand by 1pm. That's what I call a Good Friday. RAVE: Office does not reopen until Tuesday. RAVE: The weather is awesome and perfect for porch drinkin'. RAVE: Rantless R&R post. Happy Bunny Day!
Rant I quite possibly have the most incompetent property managers I'll ever deal with. Over the past three years I've been the perfect tenant. I've gone out of my way to be the type of person I'd want to have renting a house I owned. You would think a property manager would view someone like myself as an asset. Rant I'll spare the technical details. For some reason today a glaring security hole in their payment portal service I hardly ever use stood out to me. I was bored so I started to investigate. Found a few items that would allow someone to compromise the web-server. Who knows how far it could go after that. Given the holes in the portal, the back-end is probably just as fucked. The more digging, the worse it got. I do the standard evidence collection, logging, and reporting. Then send an email suggesting they contact the service provider and raise this to their attention. I also advise that they take a look at the info stored with this company, and consider moving it somewhere more secure. I'm being a good person, and trying to help. Mind you this is just looking around on my part, and anyone could do this. I've done nothing illegal. The fucking fools call me at my office and start accusing me of all sorts of shit. The obvious fear, confusion, and anger in their voice caught me off guard, and I didn't even really know what to say. I'm now being accused of hacking their servers, and they're going to call the police? The obvious dumbfuckery, and fact that they've got no idea what they're even saying at this point sets me off. A few minutes of me calling them on their shit put them in check. However I made the mistake of arguing with an idiot, so nothing was solved. Rant This is what I get for being bored, and trying to help someone. That could have gone better.
Rave: Made codfish cakes from scratch for dinner tonight that were astounding. Abstaining from meat can be delicious, but I don't recommend it long term. rave: Speaking of meat, for Easter, I am boning and butter flying a leg of lamb, marinating it overnight in some red wine with shallots, garlic fresh rosemary and EVOO, and then grilling it to a nice char on the outside and a medium rare inside. This will be served with Greek-style asparagus and potatoes au gratin. It's times like this that my family doesn't hate me.
Rave: it's almost April so you know what that means? I can work out without bumping into people and use any station or weights that I want. It's the most wonderful tiiiiime of the yeeear.
Rave: Buddy's gf wants to introduce me to a women. Rave: She's absolutely gorgeous, blonde and ambitious Rant: Already told her buddy's gf that her friend won't be interested, I need therapy.
Rave Meeting/interview set for next week. Holy shit, this is happening. If everything works out (it's really mine to fuck up at this point), it will be life changing.
Rant: Bitches be asking me to get up earlier on the weekend than I do during the week. Rave: Yayyy one of my best pals is visiting today, and tomorrow I finally have plans with a friend with whom I've been failing to hang out with ever since she moved here at the beginning of the year. We have not been free at the same time except for one measly walk in the park.
Rave: Went on a day trip on a ferry to Finland yesterday to buy some cheap booze and stuff. Won a bunch of money on a slot machine on the boat and ended up winning enough to finance all our spending when we are on Crete in a couple of weeks. Double rave: I got cocky and deposited some money into an old online gaming account this morning (the equivalent of 20 bucks) and won exactly how much we paid for our trip to Greece. So a free week on an island. Fuck yeah.
RANT: Why are the sound engineers for television shows and movies still being paid or even employed? They are pretty much all incompetent. I don't give a fuck about the "100% real" sound that you assclowns come up with to justify your pay cheques, I care about whether or not I get deafened by your full-volume fucking gunshots after I've had to turn the volume up to compensate for the extreme low volume that you've decided to set the actor's recording mics to while filming. Here's a big hint: turn DOWN the gunshots (guns are loud as fuck - don't many of you gun enthusiasts have ear protection?!) and turn UP the actors speaking so that everyone can hear them clearly. I don't think these actors mumble, since many are LOUD when it comes to those awards ceremonies, so that means that their voices actually function correctly and, if they are mumbling, you can always do a re-take to get better volume from them. I don't know anyone who tries to listen to a TV program for the "accurate sound" of a gunshot or for the sound of something breaking, or tyres screeching, but I think EVERYONE watches a show to hear what the actors are saying, otherwise why the hell would anyone watch? Don't you guys have post-filming editing anyway? Surely the point of this is to correct the volume overall of the program so people aren't deafened?! Wake the fuck up you fucking idiots. Hollywood takes so much "creative license" with everything, so how about creatively licensing gunshots the fuck down in volume? I hate to think what the poor bastards who have surround sound are subjected to. This post brought to you by the pilot episode of the new Beauty And The Beast. I gave up after 20 minutes and my ears hurt from just that. I won't be watching the second episode.