Tuesday, August 12, 2008
(6:10 pm PT) - Are we in college or effin grade school?
[link] - (irate)
So nothing else but some other schmuck's intro post was made Monday. I checked again this morning, still nothing. Suddenly I get an email from the instructor telling me to check my school email every day to make sure the team could communicate with me. Why? Apparently something got posted, and a group email was sent, to which if it's sent to my email one gets an auto-message saying to be certain I receive said message in a timely manner, send it to my primary (non-school) address. Well group leader didn't like it and basically snitched to the instructor, saying it would be hard to communicate with me if he had to use an external email address.
WHAT THE FUCK!
First off, it's Tuesday. Nobody else had even posted, least not by this morning. Second I said I had random hours, so assume I'll check in randomly. Third, I stated how I would communicate with the group. And last, when the hell did we go back to telling the instructor about this without even checking to see if there was a problem to begin with or contacting the other party like a reasonable adult.
[ends italic abuse]
I swear I had a flashback to elementary school because of this. Goddess, can I get a little less bullshit and more actual learning, please?
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
(1:26 pm PT) - postal mishaps, group complaint
[link] - (irate)
Those boxes were stamped fragile. I wrapped the chocolate in plastic wrap and put it in a styrofoam container. The bath oil was in a bottle with plastic wrap, then put inside a plastic bag. So there's no reason why Mirchan's oil should have leaked over the chocolate, but it did. So again, if something is wrong with the package, please please please complain immediately. Because they had to have tossed the things upside down at the very least for this to have happened.
Monday, November 28, 2005
(9:28 am PT) - Sorries
[link] - (irate)
Many apologies, but after waking up to over 200 emails in my box from spam comment notifications, I couldn't take it anymore.
BT group, I'll be adding the same there either today or tomorrow. However, if you're signed in, you won't see it.
That actually works for anyone, not that I think everyone wants an account just to avoid the captcha, but if you do, I can do it.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
(6:34 pm PT) - This is why I loathe the media
[link] - (irate)
So, knowing all this, it might be easy to understand that if I hear one more reporter talk about 'looting' and 'lawlessness', I'm going to go to the nearest tv station with as many pounds of fertiliser as I can get, and dump it in the newsrooms.
Not all of it is about looting and lawlessness. This is about surviving. There are people who will starve to death because they're not getting the help they need. This is about trying to see one more sunrise, anyway you can.
If it's a choice between social moral upstanding, or your empty stomach, I'd like to see which one those reporters would choose if put in the same situation.
I won't even get into my complete frustration at how the cameras keep showing only black people commiting all this looting. Especially when I read this from the newsradio site, but I doubt if it will ever be played on radio or tv.
At one store, hordes of people from all ages, races and walks of life grabbed food and water.
All races. So why when I turn on the tv do I only see one race in the camera?
Not to say any of this is right. Not when you have people stealing car batteries and beer, or things that fall outside of necessity. But at the same time, I can see why this has turned out the way it did, and for the media to villainize these people, (especially a particular group), is, in my mind, a worse crime to commit.
So if you smell some massive pile of cow dung coming from a west wind, it's probably me, stating my displeasure and a wholly biased, unobjectional, and predominantly commercial news media.
I wish some of these reporters would think about their reaction if they were stuck on a roof, with numbers of dead bodies floating in the waters nearby.
Friday, June 17, 2005
(10:09 pm PT) - Plumbing
[link] - (irate)
We've been without a properly functioning toilet and bathtub for a week now.
A fucking WEEK.
The health department will be called on Monday. The housing authority is already due to come out that day as well.
This is me, not being a happy camper.
Friday, April 22, 2005
(8:17 am PT) - $%#!@*()!!
[link] - (irate)
WTF! I HATE DST as it is! Do we even get to vote on this one!
Damn political jackasses.
Monday, December 20, 2004
(4:01 pm PT) - After 30 years, she still can't get my name right
[link] - (irate)
I'm staring down the barrel of 30 come '05. I've lived with the mother unit for 98% of that time. She's had kids for 32 years now. Yet she still hasn't gotten our names right.
That's just a little indication of the fact that this woman, after nearly three decades, has not figured out what kind of person I am. I know what kind she is. She's a damn creampuff is what she is. Let my sister give her a bad sob story and she's falling for it. Or sure, sometimes she'll say no, but not nearly often enough. Especially considering this is the same sibling who wants to charge 20 for gas, on every single trip, regardless of if it's ten miles or ten blocks.
But I digress. I know this woman fairly well, but it's painfully obvious she doesn't know me. She thinks she does, but if she did, then why in the blue balls would she keep doing shit that annoys the ever loving hell out of me?
First, candy order for yesterday. I got $15 for it. I needed some containers today. At one point while planning this out, since she was going to get the containers, I asked if she put that $15 in the bank. No, comes the answer, so I tell her use that to buy the containers. Then she comes back ten minutes later asking if she can use my Paypal card. Now I only had a hundred there, and because of her getting me these unwanted orders, I had to take 20 out so I wouldn't overdraft on my bank account. And I already resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to use the other 80 for shipping. So why i she asking for the card? What exactly did she do? SHE SPENT MY FREAKIN' 15 SUNDAY NIGHT! She said we had no food then. Well correct me if I'm wrong, but if that's the case, you go to the supermarket, getting something that will tide you over for a couple of days. Oh no, not her. She came back with McDonald's. To make matters worse, there was a gods-be-damned party size lasagne in the fridge waiting to be baked. But when did she admit to spending the money? Today, when I actually needed it, claiming that she was planning to put it back.
So I don't know at this point if I'll have enough to ship now.
And that's not all. Another pet peeve, after already making me want to seriously slap her six ways and back. I consider myself a private person. What's mine is mine, and I'll tell people what I have if I decide to do so. Today I get a package in the mail from Ronda. She accepts it and brings it to me, then sits in my damn room to see what I got because SHE'S FUCKING NOSEY.
heaves No, dammit, I'm not calm. I need out. I need out so bad I'm ready to resort to slicing on myself a few times just to have a reason to go in a nuthouse if it means getting the fuck away from her.
She complains about being tired form running around getting me supplies. Well, I'm not the one who commited to these extra orders just because she couldn't keep her mouth shut and had to brag about what I do. So who's to blame, since I sure as hell wasn't going to do the footwork on it. She's lucky I made the candy at all.
Ronda, I thank you, and I do appreciate it, (the necklace is beautiful). I just wish I could have had a moment to actually enjoy it.
Now I'm pissed and have no method for calming down. 'scuse me whilst I go make some more chocolate penises.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
(7:59 am PT) - Idiot isn't cutting it, I need a new word
[link] - (irate)
Okay, Fruits Basket. Apparently there's the big bruhaha over Akito's secret in 15/97/whatever number they're using. However, I've already figured that the anime was made before this came out, and therefore assumed the seemingly logical conclusion. So in essence, all one has to do is state they're using anime continuity, and there, done, finito. Besides which, just because it came out in Japan doesn't mean everyone's going to know about it. Nor do they want to know about it.
So what does one putz do on ff.net? Make a nonfiction post declaring what the spoiler is, claiming it's official, and not to bother telling them to post in the forum, since nobody reads that anyway.
First, we all know by now that nonfiction posts are not wanted there. Hello, it's been drilled into peoples heads over and over. Stories that are fiction have gotten yanked from having just one nonfiction chapter in them.
Next, does this mean the anime isn't official? Is that what's being said? Because one look at Sorcerer Hunters will show you just how far an anime and manga can be from one another. Yet both are accepted as canon, writers just state which they're using most times.
Third, if nobody's listening at the forum, then maybe it's because they don't freaking want or have to! So making a post in the fiction section to try and force your information down everyone's throat will only net you a few more dis-admirers. I'm sure there's going to be a few other morons who will praise this person for posting the info, but a lot more are not going to be happy, including those who already know about the spoiler. I can't count how many times I've seen disclaimers, (because I know how to read them), where the writer plainly stated they were ignoring manga continuity, or at least that spoiler in particular. And you know what? It's fanfiction, so not only can they do so, but I still enjoyed the fic upon reading it. Gee, nothing's hurt, no apocalypse has fallen around me. I haven't caught the plague or anything. Does this mean that [GASP!] it doesn't effin matter!
Yes, I reported. I don't report fiction pieces that have a nonfiction chapter. But I do report completely nonfiction entries, because they're usually a rant or something that should have been posted to an individual's journal, not to a fiction archive. I hope, (but doubt), it's taken off fairly soon.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
(6:27 pm PT) - Lovely.
[link] - (irate)
Friday, July 09, 2004
(7:28 pm PT) - Once again, from the top
[link] - (irate)
I'll be able to transfer the dat from the counter, so that shouldn't be a problem. Once I'm safe, I'll do the host shop/search thing again and maybe have better luck. If not, I can always go with the host I have for Y.net.
And remember, people, do not use any services from a host by the name of Exovian. That is all.
(2:26 pm PT) - Look, brainiac
[link] - (irate)
Thursday, April 08, 2004
(5:16 pm PT) - I go now
[link] - (irate)
Mom tells him about our plans for me sporting the dp on the car, to which he has the audacity/nerve/ignorance to ask, "So what do you want me to do with the money I was going to try and get next month?"
Fuckduck, you pay it back to us! HelLO, this doesn't excuse you, it's just getting us something a bit faster.
Not that I'm banking on him paying anything...
Thursday, March 18, 2004
(12:26 am PT) - For the record
[link] - (irate)
And I'm Annie, queen of Scots, with a prime deal on the state of Texas just for you.
I mean, really. You left the keys in the ignition while you were taking a piss? And told mom he'd parked the car before he got out. You can think enough to park, but not to take the keys out?
Bullshit.
Now what probably happened is he traded it in for a couple of rocks, or else for money to get drugs. Nevermind that he was the one getting the most usage out of the car.
Before anyone questions my mother's sanity, understand that for the past week, she's been extremely sick, and it looked as though she would go into the hospital at one point. Hell, she still might after all this. So she wasn't in the greatest shape to even prevent this.
Though I can't help but think that we've been telling her about the guy before, but now isn't the time for "I told you so." I just want to see she doesn't end up in the hospital just yet.
Mom doesn't want me to kill him, though my therapist said she could probably get me off by pleading my case for my mental disability.
Needless to say, my therapist doesn't like him, either.
I don't know which is worse: the fact that he lost the car at all, or that he thinks the three of us are that collectively stupid as to believe the story.
Maybe I won't get to kill him, but there's a guy in the complex who would probably be glad to kick his ass for $10. I think I'll go talk to him tomorrow.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
(2:52 pm PT) - Hypocrisy in religious cliche
[link] - (irate)
Like she said, it depends on what one considers a sin. So sin actually doesn't exist, because it's based solely on perception, rather than some universal fact. It's based on individuals, it's based on culture, and frankly, I'm rather tired of the whole idea of it. Personally, as long as one doesn't infringe on another's personal liberties in regards to being alive, then there's no sin.
And in case it was missed, that sentenced started with the word "personally."
For example, adultery isn't so much a sin as is it a mistake, or better, a severe breach of contract. I'm not excusing it, I'm looking at it from a nonreligious point of view. And when you breach a contract, you should expect there to be consequences.
If I'm honest, I'm tired of mainstream religion, period. I'm fed up with people claiming to know the word of god and interpreting it to tell me how to live my life. I got news for all of those guilty of trying to force-feed me your so called righteousness, when you get the freakin' memo with god's stamp on it, then maybe I'll give your words some thought. Until then, you're reading a book made by other humans, who all have a biased view of things, because there's no human around who doesn't have a personal view about something.
If god is going to judge my soul in death by what I do in life, then kindly let me deal with that. If I find out that what I didn't consider to be a "sin" actually is, then it's me who's fucked. Not Joe, Jack, or Mary-Ann. And I will handle it. Okay, I suffer an eternal agony so intense my human mind cannot possibly comprehend it. Or my soul will be lost to an abyss darker than the void of space. Maybe. There's no guarantee about that. There's no guarantee about anything, so please stop telling me these words are law.
They're not.
What I'm truly upset with is the fact that people feel a need to keep others from enjoying something that could truly be beautiful just because they think/feel/have judged it's a sin. Well, what if it is? What if god hates it? Then won't s/he be the one to handle it when the time comes?
God supposedly gave us all free will. To me, the biggest sin is for my so called fellow brethren to try and take what god gave away.
Isn't that setting yourself up higher than god?
Don't like what I've said? Please post it in your own journal. It makes it easier for me to choose whether I want to read or not. The same choice you have in reading this one, because nobody's forced.
Friday, January 23, 2004
(9:08 am PT) - Not again
[link] - (irate)
"I'm sure by now everyone's seen this, but I'm condensing a bit. First there was the AFA's
Please note the "what we wanted it to" in there. I can understand that they were expecting something else, but that does not make the results any more invalid than what they were originally planning on using to submit to congress.
But now? We have a new poll to "cause to represent something other than what [they] wanted it to."
Have at. Let's see a somewhat honest representation there, shall we? (in other words, if you wouldn't vote for a presidential candidate who supported gay/lesbian marriage or civil unions...vote for that option. I don't care. so long as both sides have a say.)"
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
(5:29 pm PT) - Ready to scream
[link] - (irate)
Apparently, the fact that I'm trying to write 50000 words in 30 days has yet to imprint itself on the minds of certain family members. The proof lies in the fact that they have CONSTANTLY bothered me for something, knowing I'm holed up in here for a bloody fucking reason.
I don't want to answer your computer questions.
I don't want to check a site for you.
Trust me, I can and will do it later.
So please please please, LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.
When I am through, then you can ask me
STOP FUCKING WITH ME.
And for hell's sake, if you do bother me and I've done whatever it is you asked me to do, then leave already. I cannot and will not entertain you. Nor can I help you with whatever depressive mood you may be suffering, because guess what? I have my own, and you haven't seen me running to any of you when I do, now have you?
You know how important this is to me, so let me do it.
</rant>
Saturday, February 15, 2003
(8:50 am PT) - Repulsed and enraged doesn't begin to describe it.
[link] - (irate)
But wait, she's not going to use it, it's coming out, she doesn't need it anymore, right?
This was reported this morning on KFWB.
Outside of being sick, it's the same reasoning.
How do the two compare, I'm sure someone will ask. Simple.
The mentality is somewhere along the lines of, 'she won't need it anymore'.
Thursday, February 06, 2003
(3:13 pm PT) - There's a way to do anything...
[link] - (irate)
Let us all get something very clear in our minds right now. Whether you agree with this or not, it is a fact. Whether you try and control someone or not, it doesn't change the absolute truth of what I'm about to say.
Nobody has the god-given right to dictate what anyone writes.
(This extends to art too, mind you...)
Yes yes yes, you can have your opinions. Yes, in some countries there's that freedom of speech clause. I know all this, thank you.
Now how about a little fucking consideration when exercising these rights?
Allow me a moment please, and my apologies to all Jecht fans. Really, this is only an example.
I don't like Jecht.
There, enough said. Whatever my feelings are about this character are opinion. I could go into a ten page rant about these feelings and truly rip the character a new one. I could. I have the right to do so, after all.
I won't.
There are so many people who do like Jecht that would get upset about my feelings, regardless that I have the right to express them. They may (wrongly) try and change my mind. They may get insulted. Worse, they may look at this brand spanking new fic they just wrote and delete it because, if one person dislikes him so badly, then surely others will, and therefore the fic is no good.
See, I take these things into consideration. And I come to the conclusion that simply declaring that I do not like Jecht should be enough. Nobody has to know why. They can ask, though that means they are requestiong my opinion, (which I would then freely give). Knowing that I don't like the character will let those who do like him know that he isn't a topic we share, and we move on.
That being said, I would not in good conscience say that the number of Jecht based fics needs to be cut, or Jecht writers need to stop. Maybe I am unhappy with the attention this character is getting. Fine, I'll talk to someone who shares my opinion, in private, no less. We can bitch, rant, and grumble to our hearts content. Nobody knows, we don't insult anyone, and we get it off our chest.
This isn't just about a character, though. It's about every little flippin' thing anyone has every bitched about and said or even implied needs to be stopped.
You don't have that right.
I don't like certain pairings. I don't like certain genres. I don't like certain styles...
I don't read them.
What is so fucking hard about this concept? Don't like it, don't do it. I don't like slicing my arm up and watching the blood drip down to the floor. Guess what? I don't do it. I know somewhere on this miserable excuse for a planet, someone does enjoy that. To each their own. As long as they don't try and cut me, I leave them be, and everyone is happy.
You do not have to like the same things I like. And vice versus. I don't want to hear people bitching about the stuff I do like any more than they'd want to hear me bitching about what they like.
Such a simple equation. What is so hard to understand about that?
The energy spent bitching about something could have been spent creating something you do like, and sharing it with like minded people.
So... I'm goinog to stop bitching now and go kill something on DMC2.
Make me feel better, Dante.
Saturday, February 01, 2003
(10:13 am PT) - And people wonder why I don't like doctors
[link] - (irate)
I don't care if the part that's mutilated is coming out, at the time the vadalism occurs, because I can't call it anything else, it's still a part of my body. Wait until it is no longer still living tissue, then do as you please.
To end, the only difference between God and a doctor is that God knows he's not a doctor.
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
(7:25 pm PT) - end in sight
[link] - (irate)
And I wasn't in it.
Suffice it to say tensions and nerves have frayed to their last as my sister and brother nearly get into it. I personally don't care nor am taking sides with either one. Yes, I'm sorry they are having the problems they're having, but it's been well over a month. This was never a permanent plan. There have been too many opportunities given to help these two young ladies, which they have turned down in their decision to listen to their own counsel. On the other hand, my brother need not have let things carry as far as they did tonight. We already know who pays what rent and who owns what. There's no need to repeat this. And as much as I want them gone, well, better that remain unsaid.
And with nobody listening to the voice of reason (me), I blithely told them both that if I snap, I'll be very merciful with it: I'll take them all out, then myself. And I have the guns.
It's over for now, and they will be leaving tomorrow, but I'm so tired. I tried to explain that I'm an introvert, yet everyone has been using me for their output, which has left me drained low these last two months. I am now empty. Getting yelled at in both ears between two individuals, neither wanting to back down, each just trying to make me see a point. I am so tired I can't think straight, forget seeing.
If my family should ever read this, let it be known, at this moment, you can all go to hell if it meant me being alone again. I'll probably not feel this way tomorrow. I may not feel this way in five minutes. But right now, as I'm typing this, I an so sick of the whole lot of you I couldn't care less if you were all swallowed up by Moby Dick.
So if I may...
Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you. You've used me as your emotional bag lady. Even when I do rant off, it winds up coming right back to me. I have had to be nothing but calm and collected, despite many nights where all I wanted was to scream at the top of my lungs until my voice died and my throat bled. I've had to keep quiet, though I wanted to lash out at the shit you've all heaped on me during this time. And if this is your way of showing gratitude, may you all piss off and rot.
Were it not for the fact that I still think there's something I can salvage of my life somewhere, I wouldn't hesitate to go out, get rip roaring drunk, and screw the next poor son of a bitch I lay eyes on to death.
I'll settle for chocolate.
Wednesday, January 01, 2003
(6:52 pm PT) - And now, a rant
[link] - (irate)
http://www.fanfiction.net/reviews.php?storyid=914793.
Look for an anonymous review from someone calling themselves "Romilly McAran" and read what they wrote. Now, this may in fact be somewhat true for the anime, but anyone familiar with the manga knows just how much of an utter bastard Shion really is. I have no love for Mokuren, but even I winced at finding out Shion rapes her at one point. So, um, where's that love?And the part about the other characters not understanding Shion and Mokuren's loneliness is pure bull, because HelLO, think about freakin' Enju. If anyone understood, it was her.
Shion may have been insane after nine years alone on the moon, but he was always a bastard, period. I prefer to think he deserved what happened to him. However, I can freely and honestly state that my feelings there are opinion, not fact.
And don't get me started on how completely and utterly rude this review is. Swearing is uncalled for unless it's a blournal, where I feel you're free to state what you want. But those review (cough) pages are public forum, and anyone can come along and see.
Finally, while I can't be sure, I suspect that this review resulted in the author removing the story, because every time I click on the title, surprise, "story not found."
I wish the blournal reached more people, so they could know just what kind of harm these reviews can do. Thanks to one review, those of us who were enjoying the story will never know how it turns out, unless fate is kind to us in some way. Thanks to this one person, a potentially good writer may put down the proverbial pen. And don't anyone dare start on tough skin and all that bullshit, because last time I checked, nobody gets paid for writing fanfiction. Fanfic writers do it because they enjoy it, or they want to simply entertain fans of a given media with something they wouldn't find in the actual series itself. If the writer wishes to improve or need help in doing so, they know how to ask. Or, like me, they simply keep writing and improve that way. The majority of readers need to learn the golden rule, if you don't like it, don't read it. If it even looks like it's going somewhere you don't care for, stop. And remember, nobody fucking forced you to read it in the first place. Oh yes, contrary to popular belief, fanfic writers are not obligated to entertain anyone. They do so of their own choosing.
You know what I wish? I wish all fanfic writers would just stop for one good month. Don't write anything new. Then see what these over demanding readers do for entertainment. They might be forced to ::gasp:: write for themselves. Then let's see how they handle getting overly critical and highly opinionated reviews.
Thursday, December 19, 2002
(8:39 am PT) - Fuck... fuck... fuckina... fuck...
[link] - (irate)
The only thing I can say (outside of wanting to change citizenship), is WTF?!
Tuesday, December 10, 2002
(8:15 am PT) - Ooh, look, someone turned up the temp in hell... whee...
[link] - (irate)
This morning mom asked if Bri could give her $50 on the DirecTV bill. Considering she's been watching it more than any of us ever have, and she's not really paying for anything, it's only fair, right?
They're still in the living room arguing because she doesn't see where she should have to pay. After all, she's so nice. She gave mom back the fifty she owed her, yes? She bought mom's bf cigarettes, right? She bought us gifts when, in her own words, she could have been scandalous and only bought gifts for the people she'll wind up living with (if they'd ever get the hell out). She claims they haven't been eating our food (bullshit). She's nice, so why should she have to help out with any of the bills.
Nevermind the fact that extra people use the fucking utlities.
I'm being summoned. Apparently she's left in a huff. I'll report more on this as it happens, because it's too unfreakingbelievable how big this girl's fucking cojones are.
