Rant & Rave Thread

Rave: I wrote my first music feature last week, and the musician I interviewed and her label really dug the article. I have found writing about music infinitely more difficult than writing about boxing, or even baseball, and this piece took a couple re-writes and I still ended up being very uncertain on it.

Here it is if you want to take a read. It is on LA-based singer/songwriter Meg Myers, a dark throwback to the angst of Fiona Apple and Alanis Morissette in the mid '90s.
Interview with Meg Myers: mixing maniacal genius with massive sex appeal

Here's a song of hers that I think best gets across her sound if you're interested in listening. This reminds me a bit of NIN's "Closer":
<a class="postlink" href="http://youtu.be/bR5u9jb0PJE" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://youtu.be/bR5u9jb0PJE</a>

 

Rant/Rave: The wife is working grave yards, and usually leaves around 11:30 or so to get to work and i am usually passed out by then. Guess she locked herself out of the house. She phone my cell phone, it was 2 feet from my head on vibrate, didn't here it. She phoned the house line, twice, which is upstairs, still loud enough that if you are awake it is easily hearable, didn't hear it. She pounded on the downstairs door, didn't hear it. She stopped up the front stairs and pounded on the upstairs door and stomped down the stairs, which are right outside the bedroom, didn't hear it. She then proceed to pounded on the bedroom window for a couple of minutes which is about 6-8 feet from my head, didn't hear it. So she had to call my mom which had a spare key to come let her in the house, and she then slammed the door shut, still didn't hear it, and it didn't wake up the baby, thank god. Baby makes any sort of noise and I hear it(through the monitor).

Guess I was tired.

 

Rant: A man and his little girl were just called up at the clinic here. She is probably 5 months old. Her name is Tequila Sunrise.

 

Rave: Interview tomorrow for a job at Gold's Gym.

I'd love to be working and making some dollars.

 

This is my Thursday so far.

My work has a chiropractor giving out 10 minute chair massages today.
I've earned a promotion that is paying me $12000 more a year than what I made before.
My wife is ovulating so I'm going to have enough sex to make me go numb from the waist down.
I didn't have to use my AK.

 

RANT: There needs to be some sort of system whereby if a town has forecasted afternoon thunderstorms, the workforce is allowed to shift their workday to 7-4 instead of 8-5. That way they can be home before the thunderstorms, which seem to always ALWAYS start at exactly 5pm. Goddamn it.

 

Rave: Productive day. We bought and set up my daughter's new toddler bed (which she loves), cleaned our basement and ran the new cable, so the cable box down there actually works (fuck Comcast, I'll do it myself and not get charged a stupid service fee), paid the bills, finished the front of the house flower garden renovation just before a storm hit, and even got in some grocery shopping.

Rant: Dimmer switch in our bedroom broke and I can't fix it. Need to replace, and of course it broke after we got back from the hardware store. Another trip tomorrow.

Rave: Brother is an electrician and will fix it for me. I am pretty retarded when it comes to that stuff and even with the power off I'm 99% sure I'll find a way to shock myself until I look like Fire Marshall Bill in Juice's avatar.

Rave: An excuse to get up and get going.

 

Rave: Mostly moved into Hillsboro.

Rave: When I first checked out the area, I was kinda disappointed with the lack of stuff near the apartment. I forgot to go the opposite direction. All sorts of shit within five miles of the place. It's excellent.

Rave: Girlfriend insisted that she be the one to organize all of the stuff. I'm perfectly okay with that. I just provide heavy lifting.

Rave: I have free internet courtesy of the upstairs neighbors; they have WEP encryption on their router. I'll be gentle with it.

 

Rant: Having a sinus cold and running out of Kleenex by 11 in the morning does not bode well for the day.

 

Rant: holding my piss for two hours waiting on my biggest client to end a phone call. (Usually I give them 20 min but an annual budget of $250k with our company keeps me waiting). Then he asks he receptionist to reschedule so he can make his tee time.

Rave: waiting for the appointment I made my way through the boobs and booty threads. Consider me impressed an apologetic got anything I've said to offend any of you.

Rave: the feeling of pissing out a pot of coffee and 24 oz of water after 2 1/2 hours of "are you fucking kidding me?!"

 

RAVE: Bought a house. Great home that meets the needs of my soon-to-be-born family.

RANT: The house comes with serious problems. Both of the home inspectors who looked at the place shit the bed and missed some major items, including a mish-mash of outdated wiring and newer stuff, several outlets without ground wiring, and a breaker box that's double-tapped in four spots. The roof needs $8000 of work as well. I have the money, but nearly my entire savings is going to be wiped out in four days. I went with my gut on this one, and my gut was 100% wrong.

 

Haven't been on the board in a while because life and stuff

Raves:
-Motorcycle
-Moving to Los Angeles
-Graduated (two degrees suckas, holla atcha boi) AND employed. whatup.

Rant: Leaving behind one of the closest friends I've ever had. This sucks.

 

Rave: Dry spell technically broken.

Rant: Technically.

Rant: God damn stupid fucking god damn whiskey dick.

 

Rant: There is literally nothing in the world that's worse than your vibrator's batteries dying right in the middle of a session. It's like: vibrator batteries dying > the Holocaust > guys keeping their socks on during sex > loved ones dying. End of list.

 

Rant: Cut through my right index finger with my table saw today, all the way through and past the nail. Piece got pinched between the blade and fence and kicked back. Push blocked I was using went into the blade, which twisted my wrist toward it, and my finger got the teeth. If the push block hadn't been there I might have lost my fingers.

It's pretty sore.

 

Ra...?: My boyfriend's dick is apparently too fat for all condoms. This is the millionth time he's blown out the side of a condom. This is slightly exaggerated. It's probably only happened 10-ish times, but goddamn it's irritating.

Rant: Because Plan B is $50 a pop, y'all. UGHHHHHH.

RAVE AND MASSIVE SHOUTOUT: AudreyMonroe is the best.

Just in case any of y'all happen to find yourself: (1) halfway through a box of wine, (2) with no immediate plans of stopping the pinot noir train (whatever, don't judge), (3) but you're unwilling to let your ovaries continue to freely marinate in the gallons of semen you just got hosed with, you CAN INDEED take Plan B and continue drinking...as long as you don't throw up within 2 hours of taking it. You can be a normal person and look this up online, or you can be an annoying person and text AudreyMonroe while she's out getting her flirt on. You'll get an answer either way, which says incredibly kind things about Ms. Monroe and her dedication to preventing unwanted pregnancies.

 

New personal best in payout in a tournament yesterday, coming in second in a 74 person tournament down at Mohegan for a good chunk of change.

More technical version: Got to top 4, then we did an equity chop after the former chip leader had dropped to third and the new chip leader didn't feel like being there all night rolling the dice on all ins when the blinds went up. Payouts were something like 1921, 1799, 1728, and 1285 so top 3 were all clearly in striking distance of each other while 4th place had enough to damage. And this was after I had a terrible knockout in the second round and actually did a rebuy.

My goal this year is to win a 100+ person tournament down there so this was a good step that way.