Rant- so sick of hearing about my in-law's divorce from every. Single. Person. That we meet who is either in the family or a family friend. I am steering the conversation away. I am not saying much except mm, or mhm. Little eye contact is made. Take the fucking hint! Jesus fucking Christ. Has it occurred to no one that your insightful comments about the inner workings of their shitty marriage and crazy behaviors interest me exactly 10 led than zero? Fuck. Off.
Rave: Making an impromptu trip to Duluth, MN this weekend with my girlfriend. She gets to go shopping and look at old mansions tomorrow while I go grouse hunting and scout land I just got permission to access for deer hunting with a buddy and my dog. We'll go on a date to a nice restaurant and I'll surprise her with a picnic on the lakeshore on Sunday if the weather cooperates. I love Duluth.
Rant- I am assuming acne can be stress related since I was responding to all the stuff my dermatologist was prescribing really well, and now I look like a fucking 14 year old. Goddamnit.
Rave: Was part of a study at Florida Atlantic University testing different motor patterns on powerliters for squats. Basically looking at different stances and seeing what fires and what doesn't on 90% of max. Also got dunked underwater to check my body fat (hydrostatic underwater weighing) and did other fun isometric hold tests. Rant: Because they had to attach electrodes to my legs they had to shave some areas. I have pretty hairy legs so now they look patchy. Great. Rant: So many squats. So many. Rave: The department of Health and Exercise Science has extremely cute TA's who help with testing wearing short spandex exercise shorts. And that's ok with me.
Rant(?): I actually think I might hate the "if I couldn't do it then you can't" parents. Am thinking when I finally get to go on Maternity Leave then I'm just going to lock myself in my house and say a giant fuck you to everyone. Arseholes. Rave: Maternity leave in four weeks. Woo.
Rant: I'm pretty creeped out. I am 90% sure that someone broke into my apartment yesterday. I believe that someone ripped the screen off the window overlooking my bed. Then they hung around in my apartment and left through the door. I have no definitive evidence of this, just a lot of out of place things. Everything is a little off. The oddest thing is that nothing of value appears to be gone. I've tried rationalizing it and came to 4 possible explanations: 1. I'm imagining it. 2. Someone was in my apartment to prank me. 3. I had a very unambitious burglar. 4. Ghosts. As absurd as #'s 2 and 3 seem to be, I keep getting pushed that way.
Rant- Fuckers who decide to hold the door for you when you're still in the parking lot. Then I have to do a half-sprint as they lock eyes with you, letting you know you're on THEIR time. If I'm capable of opening the door and not directly behind you, let. it. go. If you're playing doorman for a crowd, don't expect thank yous from each and every person. When there are multiple doors back to back, do you expect thanks with every door? That's just stupid
Not even sure if this is the right thread but since its a "RANT:" I'll post it here but as a spoiler because its a fucked up story and it's fucked me up pretty good. (warning: dog on dog violence and a man's rambling, 2nd thoughts) Spoiler Forewarning, don't expect a well written story with proper grammar and timing. My head is a cauldron of emotions right now Earlier today I was relaxing, watching TV when I heard some loud, excited noises outside. I ask the GF's 16 y/o daughter to see what the deal was as it sounded as if either someone was partying or getting maimed. She goes outside and almost immediately comes back in saying someone yelled at her to get back inside. I jump off the couch at once and head outside thinking some neighbors must have got into it. I walk out into full blown dog attack. There is a man trying to hold/shield a Beagle from a pit bull. They are all down towards the end of my driveway. At this point, the man scoops the Beagle up and I yell for him to run into my house thinking I'd shut the door once the Beagle is inside. About 10' from the door, the pit comes around, jumps and catches the beagle by the tail pulling him from the guys arms. They land on the ground almost play like but with the pit refusing to let go of the beagles tail. With the beagles owner pulling on him and the pits owner trying desperately trying to get the pit to unlatch I grab the garden hose wand attachment and spray it right into the pits face. He releases and backs off 5-6'. The Beagle takes off across the yard with the pit in pursuit, the pit catches him mid yard clamping his jaws around his neck. I take the wand attachment and hit the pit as hard as I can several times, the wand just bends but it must've done something as the pit lets go for a moment. The beagle takes off across the street and again the pit catches him. this time by the hind leg. I ran up and kick the pit in the head so hard my foot is bruised and still hurts 10 hours later. Nothing. Still chomping on the beagle. The beagles owner and I are trying to stomp on the pit while another neighbor comes in swinging a shovel. BAM! One hit. BAM! Another. BAM! BAM! BAM! 7-8 hits from a full grown man swinging a shovel as hard as he can onto this pits head and nothing. The pits owner comes barreling across the road and kicks the pit right at the mouth, breaking them loose and before the pit can recover its senses, he jumps on it, smothering it, not allowing it to get up. That's the condensed version. From the time I heard the yelps to the time they were separated was probably 4-5 minutes. Both dog owners were heavily cut up from trying to shield the beagle and taking bites from the pit. I had some blood splatter on my face, a sore hand (from punching the dog I guess. I don't remember) a bruised foot and a heavily fucked up head. I absolutely HATE animal violence and put animal abusers one small step above child abusers. I think I was making the right decision to protect the beagle, but kicking a dog and the sight/sound of him being hit by the shovel is something I'll take to the grave. I've been tearing up for well over an hour thinking about animal control coming and getting him. I'm sure he's going to be put down. Another mind fuck. While I do believe that Pit's or any large dog can by a "family dog" (my brother has a rescue Pit and he has 3 kids and one on the way) I will NEVER own one based on what I saw today. The determination this animal had towards the beagle would almost be awe inspiring if it wasn't so brutal. If three grown men armed with a shovel could hardly defend against one, what chance does my 125lb GF, her 16 y/o daughter or her 11 y/o boy stand against one attacking them or another household pet? I'm sure people will say that it's the owners fault and while I won't argue that, I will say this dog was almost Terminator like in the way it was going after the beagle. At no point did it attack a person or display any aggression towards anything other than trying to get to the beagle and I personally don't want that "switch" flipped towards one of my loved ones in my house. Right now I just want to find the beagle's owner and say I'm sorry for not reacting to the noises sooner or knowing what do to sooner to help save his dog from more injury.
Rant/Rave: About to quit my job. This could be an amazing opportunity or this could be huge mistake...Might as well gamble on yourself though right?
Rant: The joys of self-employment - my health insurance will triple starting January 1st. 'Cause Blue Cross needs the money more than I do.
RAVE Shaved for the first time today with a safety razor. Two passes, with and against the grain. No cuts. Smooth as can be. I went slow but it was still better than I thought it would be. What makes this even better is my buddy bought two old razors from an antique store and sent me one. A 1956 Gillete SuperSpeed Flare Tip B3. It was about $15 and in perfect condition. It just needed to be cleaned and polished. I bought a pack of 10 Derby blades for $2.50. I'm using a year old $5 shave brush and a very inexpensive shave soap disk. This was the cheapest and best shave I think I've ever had. I'll never need another razor and once I've stuck with these Derby's for awhile and get my technique down, I'll spring for a sampler pack to really find my blade. The only necessary investment at this point will be a better brush. The slippery slope is if I want other razors or brushes, etc. At this point I don't "need" anything. There was something truly satisfying about shaving with a near 60 year old razor.
Re: Rant & Rave Thread RANT: Buying a home is the most frustrating thing I have ever experienced in my life, I can sympathize with guys who grab rifles and climb bell towers now. What a fucking crock of shit.
Rave: The 18 year old girl who makes my morning coffee has a crush on me, this makes me happy every day. Not only do I get a cute little blond half my age making moon eyes at me, I get a discount (with a love heart) coffee made with real attention to detail to kick start my morning. She just told me that because I smelled so nice I could have free coffee for the rest of the week, was awkward, but hey free coffee. If I was single I doubt I could be trusted to remain a gentleman.
Rave: yay. Had a flight attendant pick me up yesterday. Which might not sound like much reason to brag to some of you, but when you grow up fat, trust me, it is. For anyone who's still on the fence / losing motivation to get fit, do it. It's good to be attractive.
Rant/Rave- Giving a 25-30 minute presentation for 20+ interviewees tomorrow in an attempt to cut down on interview time. Rant- Have only scribbled notes and a few PowerPoint ideas. Rave- Great at ad libbing.