Friday, June 27, 2008
(12:54 am PT) - ye-ah
[link] - (pissed)
As it currently stands, I wound up coding the entire project myself. I didn't want to, at least beyond seeing if I could should I need to, and the instructor didn't want us to do it solo. Well, nobody else was producing much, just lamenting on how they lacked any knowledge/skill of coding. (Then why are you even in this field?) So I posted my code as an example. I made it clear it was to be used as a learning aid for them to figure out how to do their own part. One person (who happens to be the only male in the group, but whether that's related I don't know), said he was going to 'play' with it now and try to understand. He then posts a file to the group with the results of his 'efforts'.
The comments are different. He capitalised all the comments I had started with a lower case letter, removed some of the line spacing (making it harder to read), and got one operation name and all subsequent comments on it completely wrong. But the actual functioning code itself is completely the same.
Remind me why murder is a bad thing, please.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
(3:52 pm PT) - ARGH!
[link] - (pissed)
We get a new instructor
ARGH! Nevermind the first was incompetent, but you don't wait until the last two weeks to change the instructor out!
::headdeskheaddeskheaddeskheaddeskheaddeskheaddesk::
And no, it's not a joke. I wish it was.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
(7:58 am PT) - Expanding on that declarative post
[link] - (pissed)
Remember the previous post about how I wanted to wait to get a car?
Well, I got out voted, and as a result, the 400 mom owes me? I'm not going to see even the beginning of it in February like I THOUGHT I was. So I'm screwed again. So now, if I want to play catch up on my manga, I have to use the money I was saving for my con, which she also borrowed against, then just wait until she eventually decided to pay me back and put that into the con fund.
Now, if anyone needs me, I'll be over here making sure these boxes get shipped out, while giving everyone I live with the artic shoulder.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
(11:17 pm PT) - ...
[link] - (pissed)
Mina, I have all the eps for season 1 (13), so just holler if you want them.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
(7:29 pm PT) - All it takes is one, just one
[link] - (pissed)
Today was NOT a good day. First, my (soon to be dead if I get my hands on his scrawny throat) brother wants to bitch about the PS2, that by all legalities is mine. And when I called him on that, or rather, he went into a tangent saying did I want him to just get his own, (nevermind that he said he would back in February), he pulls the mother of boneheads. "Then the gamecube is going to stay in my room, right?"
Hold the fold, jackass. One, I paid for the first PS2, which he broke. Two, I paid half on the cube, which he seems to have conveniently forgotten. Three, he had the PS2 for 5 months worry free up to March. I've had it for 2.
Do I get any support about this from the mother-unit? No. All I get are words about how he needs to get out and do something else with his life.
Wake up, woman, this is reality speaking. He's smoking too much damn pot to think about anything requiring self-motivation. Considering all three girls have left at some point to try living on their own. (The only reason I moved back was my roommate had done something that was causing me to lose real sleep. Too long a story, I'll save it for another time.) Yet this boy, for he has yet to prove to me he's a man, has not once lived away from the home for any extended period of time. All he's does is stay in his room, make random music, whine bitch and complain about various shit, and smoke.
I'm not going to get into the fact that he's as sensitive to others as a dead flea, he has no respect for personal space or time, or that 90% of every visit to my room is about absolutely nothing, just distracting me from either coding, chatting, or reading.
I can't count the times he's come in here, I'm coding, and he says, "What are you doing?" And that's it. Nor can I count how often he'd poke me in the side or back, I say stop, and he'd keep doing it.
So, I want my half on the cube back. I'll get a new design PS2 my damn self, and as I told the mother unit, who now I don't care if this causes more stress for since I've tiptoed long enough, I don't want him to enter this room, I don't want him to talk to me. Period. I'm royally tired of his shit, and I'm not the only one.
And by the way. If you're reading this dear brother of mine, tough shit. You knew I ranted about everything in here, and I'll continue to do so whether you remember where my journal is or not.
Oh, but wait. The day's not done with me yet. After leaving to take care of some errands, I come back to a very vague and generally undescriptive support ticket for one of the villes. For the record, I'm not a mind reader. Don't send me an email like I am one. I have no clue what the cause is, and without enough information, I can't tell you the problem. Therefore you'd think they'd try and include as much detail as needed. I tend to include things I doubt are necessary, but for all I know could be the key to solving my problem if only the person answering my ticket had known.
I digress. So I go to check the profile at the site, and I find a link in the bio. Normally, this is nothing. People should be able to use links in bios. But this link also has a style and onmouseover attribute attached. WTF? This isn't your site. Don't try to get friggin' cute. You want cute, get your own damn site. The thing has too many db queries and javascript routines as it is without someone adding two more cents to the bank.
So I start thinking perhaps I should check all the bios and make sure nobody else has done this.
Why? Wasn't I happier when I didn't know?
A bio box is not a place for someone to write their life story. Nor is it the place to list every single interest one has. Go to LJ for that, they have a box specially setup for that sort a thing. Don't do it at a fic archive.
Nobody needs to know the 100+ anime you've seen, trust me.
So as it stands, I now have to consider either stripping A tags or at least allowing only certain attributes, plus consider limiting the number of characters allowed.
Like I didn't have enough to do? Or maybe I wouldn't want to spend my time doing something enjoyable, like writing, which I haven't done in forever.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
(11:29 pm PT) - I wish there was someone around for me to punch
[link] - (pissed)
Cue long blob of text.
To top off other unpleasantries these last couple of days, my brother and sister get into an argument tonight, over something that happened yesterday. Of course they involve the M-unit. Brother and M-unit both want to rant to me, even though they know I prefer being left alone after 8 at night in case I get into a chat. During M-unit's rant, she complains about my not cooking enough, versus buying frozen foods and popping them in the oven/microwave. I told her already I don't cook because I don't like washing dishes, which I would have to do. I don't like washing dishes because I've a phobia about bugs, (yes, the two are related thanks to finding a bug floating in the water once), and I still remember the shit my older sister did to me to scare me with bugs. Plus, M-unit is finicky, and I know she won't like/eat two-third's of what I'd cook. After I finally get out of that with half an ear left, I go for a hotpocket, only to be told we're having pizza, a food I despise with a passion. Fine, I won't get the hotpocket, I'll save it for another time. So I wait, and wait, and wait. 11pm rolls around and I figure she forgot to order the pizza, she got upset again, something. Whatever. I'll go get the hotpocket. I come out to find she's in bed, and now I can smell eau de pizza in the air. I can't take two steps out before she's asking me to do her two favours: get her pills, and "put the pizza up." I blithely told her she forgot to tell me when the pizza had arrived, to which I get, "I forgot because I was still on the phone."
I swear, if my family "loved" me any more than what they do now, I'd put a bullet through my head from the happiness of it all.
Fuck you, February. Fuck you hard.
Thursday, May 27, 2004
(5:00 am PT) - Last WR post for AWHILE, I swear
[link] - (pissed)
To whoever made Wolf's Rain and scripted ep 30, two words for you.
You suck so hard my monster 12-ft penis has wasted away to a measely two inches.
Your vacuum of suckage is so bad, you make black holes feel like a blow job from a virgin.
Okay, enough with the sexual references.
I won't get into the complete details of just why the massive crap sucked so bad unless requested, because it would basically require spoiling for the whole series.
Don't get me wrong, on one hand, I'm glad it did turn out the way it went. But to toy with my emotions the way it did...
It's like whipping a kid within an inch of their life, then telling them it was a joke.
That doesn't help the pain, dipshit.
Grar. Yargh. Rrrgh. Snrrrargh.
I need to go beat my head in frustration, now, kthx. Oh yes, and no comments on my sudden lack of articulation in this post. You try making sense when you're mad.
One last thing to the WR creators. The whole thing between Kiba and the ::ahem:: antagonist? The colour coding of good guys in white and bad guys in black is so 1950s.
Saturday, May 08, 2004
(3:14 pm PT) - whining, bitching, moaning, but I'm entitled
[link] - (pissed)
So yes, I could try and say it's petty, and let it roll off my back, but damnit, I'm tired of being so fucking understanding. I don't care for this gender preference. So they hacve a dick. BIG FAT HAIRY FUCKING DEAL. I don't care that they're actually more sensitive [read: whiny] than I am. I really don't. Suck it up the way I've been forced to fover over a decade now.
I'm not having kids, but especially not a son. The minute he whines, I'm injecting him with an over abundance of estrogen. Let him whine then.
I had an amusing story to relate from Mina, but I think I'll save it for when I'm in a better mood, and can fully appreciate it.
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
(5:18 pm PT) - One can only take getting pushed aside so much.
[link] - (pissed)
Am I aiming this at anyone specific? Yes and no. No, because I find I'm getting pushed aside a lot from different people for various reasons, some unavoidable and I can understand, others I don't but accept anyway. Yes, because the main person doing it is the mother-unit, who doesn't have good reasons, she just commits herself to others and I'm forgotten in her self-induced stress when she overextends herself.
But I'm not supposed to get angry or upset. Oh no.
So don't, just don't think I'm going to be happy hunky-dory and talk to you like nothing's wrong. I'm not happy, something is wrong, and if you can't handle me being upset, then I'll do us both a favour and not speak at all.
That should solve everything, now, shouldn't it?
Thursday, February 05, 2004
(5:46 pm PT) - I'm going to hurt this woman
[link] - (pissed)
I don't appreciate being kidnapped, even if it is my own mother.
Thursday, January 29, 2004
(6:14 pm PT) - Hell has a bass beat that shakes the walls
[link] - (pissed)
Why is it that whenever I even think about writing anything, the 2 in., cock sucking fucktards below us play their gods-be-damned radio?
Must control... shotgun of death...
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
(10:50 pm PT) - Lovely
[link] - (pissed)
First the clerk at the window wants to say "You need to get a customs form." That would imply going to another section or window or something. Upon mom's confusion at this, she goes on to say, "You know, because it's going to a foriegn country! Canada!" Duh, lady, that's not where the confusion is at. I know perfectly well, as does my mother, where the fuck it's going. We want to know where the bleedin' forms are. Oh wait, bimbo here has them. Um, next time, muttonhead, say "you have to fill out this form," while giving it to the customer.
Oh, but wait, it gets better. Apparently the postal clerical worker does NOT know how to fill it out properly, as it's returned because 1. she put stamps on the package for the letter, instead of including it in the total shipping cost as requested; 2. she marked air shipping when apparently it should have only been ground shipping; 2. they slap the reasons for return directly over the address to send it to. So the paranoid buffons thought, thanks to the pion in the office, that I was trying to blow Mina up. (Only thing I'd blow up are her boobs, mind you, so she'll leave mine alone.)
Mina, I'm going to try again tomorrow, and if they want to learn the meaning of "going postal," they're going to get a really severe lesson if they try and make me pay twice
Monday, December 08, 2003
(12:57 pm PT) - Annoyance isn't strong enough, neither is frustration
[link] - (pissed)
It's freaking Xmas. Why the hell are you asking to borrow money from me now? Why is it after I gave you my share for the rent, you still need money to make it up? And why in the great seven fucking hells won't you pay me back the same way you get it! If I give you x amount, I don't want n amount one month, and n amount the next. I want what I give you. Loaning you the money hurts me. It takes away from resources I keep for myself, and you're not giving it back. You all owe me money now as it is. I'm tired. I'm sick and tired. I haven't been able to really do the things I want for other people because you drain me nearly as much as living in this hellhole does. And no, I don't think what you do makes up for it, because that can stop at any time, and I'll have to do it for myself in the end. I'm really tired of the fact that you all think I'm just a lousy bank, because nary a one of you bother to go below the mask, no matter what you think or claim to know about me. Trust me, that's not even the first layer.
You wonder why I never breakdown emotionally in front of any of you? Simple, none of you understand enough about me to comprehend. None of you care to find out. Oh, you think you know, but give that some thought. Do you really, or do you just know what I've allowed you to see? Even the supposed shocking secrets aren't scratching the surface.
So, here's a deal. For the rest of the month, screw gifts, as I know none of you would get me what I want anyway. Just pay me what you owe me and leave me the hell alone. That will be my gift. And do it soon, before those dark emotions none of you know about come to the surface. I don't want to wind up wearing any of you on my hands.
P.S. getting into a depressive fit will not endear me to your plight, because most times my depressive streaks are spent alone. And if by some whim of fate any of you actually read this, you knew what it was a long time ago. I never tried to hide it. I'm not going to. I'm tired of always hiding, so if you can't handle it, quit coming here and reading it.
Saturday, November 15, 2003
(5:45 pm PT) - Killing him would make me feel a hell of a lot better if it weren't illegal
[link] - (pissed)
The term "hate" is slowly becoming less that sufficient in describing my general feelings towards my mother's current beau. I have accepted the fact that I can't do anything when the sub-human fecal matter I have to call neighbors blast their music. However, I expect a certain amount of silence inside, at least. I don't think I'm asking too much.
And it doesn't take a neuro-surgeon tofigure out the mechanics of sound.
He's partially deaf. I'm not. We share a wall. And last, he has a freaking hearing aid.
So for the love peace, why won't he fucking use the damn thing SO I DON'T HEAR THEIR STUPID TV WHILE I WRITE!
Of all the sounds I hate the most, conversation leaking through my walls is in the top five. I honestly don't like TV much at all. If it's not anime or animated, I'm not looking at it. That means I don't want to hear it, either.
I take great pains to ensure my music doesn't leak through. I know the walls are insanely thin, but unless my door is open, my music isn't heard unless I want it to be.
So, duh, little common sense, or better courtesy.
Before anyone asks why don't I tell him to tune it down, it's simple. Talking to him in any way, shape, or form is akin to having a root canal done without any anesthetics. I swore I wouldn't talk to him, period, after the disaster he caused on my birthday.
So I have to wait for mom to get home and ask her to see the TV is tuned down.
I love my mother, and I don't feel I've a right to tell her how to live her life. But oh, I do wish she'd dump this loser and either find someone else, go back to school and forget having a significant other altogether, or take up knitting and get a cat. Personally, I vote for the second option.
</rant>
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
(11:20 pm PT) - pissed, the usual mood it seems
[link] - (pissed)
Power doesn't come back on until 10:20pm tonight.
In short, I was unable to write, just when I had planned on getting the plot moving.
I am pissed.
Verily.
Monday, October 27, 2003
(4:38 pm PT) - Hurting them would be violent, but gratifying
[link] - (pissed)
I don't know what the fuck crawled up yonder collective asses, but I suggest you deal with it and each other without dragging me into it. I don't appreciate being shoved in the middle of a problem that has absolutely butt-fucking-nothing to do with me. Also, please be advised that if this EVER happens again, I will pack up everything I own, put it in public storage, then stay at a women's shelter until I could find a place of my own, and none of you will see me again.
I hope we're clear on the matter for your sakes, because push come to shove, I can survive without you, one way or another.
- L
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
(11:21 am PT) - the greed shows its face again
[link] - (pissed)
Now then, it appears the bus/train mechanics are going on strike. To show their "support," the drivers are striking as well. And why? Because the mechanics want an extra $70 for healthcare coverage. Normally this wouldn't seem so bad, except it's been said that they make an average of $85k a year.
Is anybody else's brain breaking, yet?
So all the buses and trains have come to a halt. A little old granny won't be able to get to her doctor's office any more. A man with a job that feeds 2+ kids will probably lose it. People who used the buses to avoid adding the the pollution will now get in their cars, further weakening the ozone. People and the environment are going to hurt, because the mechanics who make 85k a year want another $70 for healthcare.
A lot of people who depend on those buses can't even get healthcare.
Watch carefully, people. This is capitalism at its finest.
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
(10:44 am PT) - Kill me now.
[link] - (pissed)
From: one of the few sane people left in this state
Subject: Last night's elections
Re: I despise you, every single one of you.
And as I'm disabling comments on this post, if you wankers make a comment about this anywhere else on this journal about it, I will throw away my fear of hell and find a curse to put on you. This I swear.
That is all.
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
(9:37 pm PT) - I don't believe you people
[link] - (pissed)
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU FREAKS SMOKING!
I swear if Arnold gets this, I will seriously start looking to moving to Washington (state, screw DC).
My goddess, I don't believe you nuts, (and I mean those who voted for him, obviously).
Excuse me, I'm going to beat my head in.
edit: Mina, I may need to marry you just to get out the country. I'll bring a tux, unless you'd prefer to wear it. /^^;
Oh yes, the first low brain cell amoeba reject who comments about either Arnold or Bush being pillers of the society and protecting it against socially/morally corrupted people like myself, just to let you know, I've got a pair of fake lips attached to my ass while I'm thinking of you.
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
(9:05 pm PT) - For those who may not know...
[link] - (pissed)
If you recently join a group or something similar, and are not familiar with how something works, it's perfectly okay to ask in a civilised manner. It's fucking NOT okay to cop a damn attitude about it. Obviously, by being a newcomer, you are simply not used to how things are run. That's no reason to downright demand a whole group change to appease whatever crawled up your ass and died.
Now I don't know who reads this, and frankly, I don't care. I'm not forcing anyone, and most of the people I actually talk to, either through chat, email, or even via their own blogs, know I'm not referring to them. If in doubt, you can ask, but I won't be able to guarantee the answer you receive. Besides which, this is here for me to blow off steam before I decide to just blow someone up.
And I'd dearly love to know what kind of a hole this 12 gage I inherited would make.
Monday, August 04, 2003
(6:23 pm PT) - Fuming doesn't begin to describe it
[link] - (pissed)
My mother dear wants me to scan and "fix any errors" (you don't want me to explain that) for some check stubs my sister has. She needs this for a credit check so she can
Were this just a simple scan job, yes, it would be easy. But since I'm making sure there's no flippin' errors, well, it's a lot harder. Say five times harder, at least.
So now I'm mentally drained from fixing this crap, and there's no guarantee that she'll still get the place anyway.
I'll put the lot of them into critical care tomorrow. I'm just too weary right now.
Thursday, July 31, 2003
(9:56 pm PT) - Ridiculous Idiotic Artists Association
[link] - (pissed)
Re: CD prices/your lack of talent
It has come to my attention that each and every one of you think that it's perfectly alright for us as consumers to be charged upwards of 13+ (and 13 is a sale CD) for the lackluster music you put together and glibly toss out like so much day old bread to starving, homeless people.
You are sadly mistaken.
Yes, there is the issue of theft, theft of people like me who are charged ridiculous prices for a CD that has perhaps only 3-4 songs on it worth listening to.
Let me put some things in perspective.
It costs no more than $2.50 to manufacture the CD in and of itself. So by charging an average of $17, you're asking me to pay for the advertising, the packaging, the PR team's salery, any PAs hired by the record company, the record company itself, various lawyers, and your rightfully earned royalties, which you probably signed away (along with your soul) in the first place?
Well, let's cut out some of that middleman, shall we?
Let's say you create a song, preferably a good one that you spent time on and didn't toss together because you were running late to an awards' show. Now, let's give a round figure and say that the cost of making that one song is, oh, a couple of thousand. More if you have to hire outside musicians, perhaps. (Though in truth, between my brother and myself, it costs only time and effort, no money whatsoever. But I digress.) Now, if it's a good enough song, you can advertise cheaply on the internet. Yes, believe it or not, you can. But I wouldn't recommend popups, that's just a turn off. Now, let's go on a high and say advertising fairly well will run about 3k. So we're up to 5k approximately.
Okay, here's where your talents come into play, because no amount of advertising is going to change the fact that if a song sucks, it just sucks. So I'm still assuming it's a good song. It's gotten out, but the best way is by word of mouth when it comes to the net. And if you think that won't get you anywhere, you obviously don't have a computer.
Hm, we still have a 5k debit. Now say you get a service that lets you charge people to download the song. And none of that digital security crap. That's a turn off, too. We're basing this on your talent, remember that. So you charge, believe it or not, $0.65. Hold on. That's not as ridiculous as you may think. You charge 65 cents, and the song is downloaded 10,000 times. It can be if it's a good song. 0.65 * 10000 = 6500 So that's a profit of $1,500 you just made from that one song. One.
I'm sure the figures are off somewhere, but I doubt if by much.
So, the bottom line is this: consumers are tired of paying for the middleman and getting lackluster music in return. And I'm afraid of all the artists listed, that's all you've been putting out. Everything on the radio sounds the same. There's no creation, just repetition. Either get the record companies to lower the price of a CD that shouldn't cost more than 5-7, or expect file sharing to continue. Why? Because we want to steal the money from your mouths? Hardly. But there's no reason to ask us in good conscience to pay those other people for something we can do ourselves anyway.
Oh yes, before I forget, you artists seem to think you're still talented. I hate to burst your bubble, but it's nothing more than media brainwashing onto the masses, and trust me, that gravytrain will come to an end if you continue to try and force consumers to pay for your overpriced, half-baked, substance-less work. And if I should actually happen to have any of your older work, where you still cared about making music moreso than making money, then if you're the artist, and I don't have, nor ever owned the actual CD, then I invite you to come to my place and delete the file.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to listen to my brother make some music, then listen to some foreign tunes, before this mainstream crap rots my brain.
-LN
P.S. I'd like to point out that I do not include Mr. Sam Roberts in this open letter, as he was perhaps the only one who had nything intelligent to say on the whole matter. Also, it's interesting to note that there wasn't any comments from true indie artists anywhere in that article.
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
(8:20 pm PT) - I didn't choose to be related (an open letter)
[link] - (pissed)
You're all beginning to annoy the hell out of me. Please back the f*ck off me and nobody needs to get hurt. In case you've forgotten, I'm injured and in pain. Also, between the cigarette smoke, the marijuana, the incense to cover the marijuana, and some fucktard spraying too much aire freshener in the bathroom, you're making me suffer more pollution than if I were to go downtown and take a deep breath.
Again, leave me alone for a few, before I say several things you'll all regret.
And should you need to be reminded, I know where the bullets to the guns are, you don't.
LN
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
(9:14 am PT) - Just to note
[link] - (pissed)
Insult my intelligence.
That's all. Just assume and then treat me as though I'm an idiot, and I promise you will be bumped to the top of the list before you finish blinking.
If I don't know something, I will ask for more information. If I don't ask, then either it's information I already have, or information I do not feel I need.
Simple to understand, that. Besides which, true idiots are very easy to spot. But, even though they outnumber normal people 100 to 1, there is still the one out there who can and will be highly upset at being lumped into the same category. And if they decide to break face, it's their right.
Thursday, June 19, 2003
(4:07 pm PT) - For anyone who's done this...
[link] - (pissed)
If you make a deal and you state the terms of said deal, only to turn around and try to renege on those terms, you are in short, an ass. Your credit and good standing will cease to exist because you are an ass. Nobody will trust you or take you seriously, and you will be without anyone to side with you on any matters, business ones especially.
Please consider this carefully, and ask yourself is it worth it.
Of course there is the possibility that you are an ass already, therefore such actions are simply ingrained into your rather lacking personality. In which case, my words will mean nothing, as many asses do not realize they are an ass.
Just realize that once I have ascertained that you are in fact an ass, any future dealings with you will be either under the most severe restrictions, or null and void, period.
Regards,
______
______
Everyone, feel free to use that as you see fit. For me, It's for my younger sister. She tells me beforehand that she will not obtain my old computer until she has the first payment in hand, to which I agree. Today, knowing that I may pick up my new computer tomorrow, she tries to see if she can in fact get the old comp. When I mention the money term she herself stated, she tries to plead her case. In other words, as we are family, and her presence brings such a shining light into my life**, I should just let her use it and she'll pay me whenever she has money, or (and the more probable route), whenever she feels like it.
But I'm sure you've all encountered that someone. That person who tries to weasel out of what they themselves say. Their word is mutable and unreliable on their best days, outright lies on their worst.
And these are the people who have ensured that I learn to trust no one. Thank you, all those cheating, lying wretches, for making the world a harder place to live in.
Though I suppose I just spoke of over half of the world population...
**(How I wish there were a real sarcasm tag in actual html. I'd use it constantly, I'm sure.)
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
(10:00 pm PT) - socially impaired: their goal is making life miserable
[link] - (pissed)
MLs are not freaking democracies. As a mod, I cannot and will not try and please every single fucking person who happens to pass through just because they want to talk or didn't read the guidelines. It's not a democracy. With the number of people on large MLs, it can't afford to be.
So all you whining, bitchy ass people who get upset because mods don't run things the way you like it? I have a perfect solution for you. I've used this myself and it does wonders. LEAVE. What, does joining one list make your fingers incapable of hitting the link to leave group? Does it tax your brain to its very limits at the thought of making ::gasp:: your own?
And I have news for you, I'm not changing my rules. I'm not bending to your will. I have all things outlined in black and white the minute you hit the request to join.
I'm not an elitist snob. I make lists for a reason, because I don't expect to find what I'm looking for on another list. And frankly, don't assume you'll find what you're looking for on mine. I don't make any such guarantee.
In truth, I was quite happy when it was just three people at one point. And if need be, I'll happily go back to those numbers.
Oh yes, lest anyone needs reminding, just because I create a list and you happen to join doesn't mean I owe you shit, understand?
If not, I can't help you.
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
(4:15 pm PT) - You know it's a bad day...
[link] - (pissed)
Mirchan - I hope you're feeling better. That sounded worse than awful. Definitely rest up long as you need.
Off the topics, I am not a person who likes having their hand forced. This is something I tend not to forget for a very long time. It sours any further dealings. It smacks of manipulation, and in short, I abhor it.
Now, I'm going to finish this damn program between today and tomorrow, I don't care if it's portable at this point or if it could be useful or I could make a quick buck. I'm going to finish it, I'm going to use it, and I'm going to go back to something I need to do.
Writing.
And mother of unholies, I think I'll go back to that Fatal Fury fic and see if I can't actually do something to it. Something violent.
Saturday, May 24, 2003
(11:40 am PT) - The program that ate my brain is coming for seconds
[link] - (pissed)
Thursday, May 08, 2003
(10:45 pm PT) - You people need drugs...
[link] - (pissed)
On the flip side, there are some people who have been diagnosed, have been put on drugs, and they think they're fine and will quit the drugs. I got news for you, you're self delusional and need immediate help. Even problems stemming from outside stimuli, e.g. trauma, tragedy, et cetera, rarely go away completely. I'm not talking about that, however. I'm referring to things that include chemical/hormonal imbalances, brain damage from birth, problems of a genetic origin, so on and so forth. Taking those drugs for a short span does not cure you. The drugs are NOT a cure at all, dipshit. And yes, I can say that, because I'm one of those who have to take this crap probably for the rest of my life, even when I feel fine. I only feel fine because guess what? The drugs help me maintain whatever balance I need to function. Look at the difference. Cure and maintain. Figure it out. You're not fine, and 9 of 10, you're stressing someone else out too. You can't control it, not alone. Don't think you can. You need help. Accept it. Deal with it, and for hell's sake, quit making other people suffer because you're too fucking stupid and hellbent on being "normal" that you can fool yourself into thinking you can live without it.
I can't. So what? I'll pop my pill and call it a day. Least I know I'm not pissing on anyone else's parade.
If you're not sure if this rant was aimed at you, ask me. In truth, it's very specific, and more likely than not, you are not the target. Besides with, most people I'm linking to already admit they're not normal, and revel in it. You people I like, lots.
(9:06 am PT) - You're sucking ass already
[link] - (pissed)
I sent a payment on the 23rd of February via paypal. I then sent an email inquiring about any possible problems with name change and Aesthesticim ID change in verifying I'm an adult. I got no response.
Three months later, I get a letter saying that my payment was not received.
First off, if you're not going to answer your email, don't post an email address. Second, if you're email is so overwhelming, try using a contact ML instead where volunteers can answer questions. Or better yet, a forum. Third, no business run venture should take Thee Fucking Months to contact you saying they didn't receive payment, especially when I have proof that payment was sent only a click away.
I was very disappointed with the second con. The third is not starting out on a very good foot.
Monday, May 05, 2003
(10:30 pm PT) - To all companies importing anime to DVD
[link] - (pissed)
Only three lousy eps per DVD? I can fit three eps on a regular CD, and still have room for all those extras you'd claim is the reason for there being so few. This especially goes to you. You know very well how long a series Inuyasha is, yet you see fit to only stick three to a disc. Not only is this ridiculous, but highly incongruent, since you can fit all of Please Save My Earth onto a single DVD. It would make more sense to have split PSME into two discs and try putting more eps of Inuyasha onto a single disc, considering how many eps we're looking at with that series. But that's your master plan. Feh, you capitalist, greedy fucktards are so transparent. I don't know what crack you people are smoking, and maybe you're banking on the truly obsessed to go ahead and buy that, but I'm neither crazed nor stupid. So until you either stick at least four eps on there or lower the price, I shall simply quote Brodi as I have in my title bar.
"Behind spirit, behind mind, kiss my behind."
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
(10:15 pm PT) - Hotlinkers F*ck off
[link] - (pissed)
You're image of Yuki and Shuichi? The one where you were stealing not only the image for a webring you weren't on, but hotlinking to as well?
It's been broken.
Have a nice day after you fuck yourself with a three foot, eight inch diameter spiked dildo.
Saturday, April 26, 2003
(7:11 am PT) - I get the message
[link] - (pissed)
You know you're overdoing it on something (in my case, this small php app) when you go for a nap at 6ish in the evening, only to wake up at 2:34 a.m. Yes, I understand now. I need to step back and give it a break.
But there's a reason for such unhealthy pushing. Thanks to circumstances beyond my control, I did not get a great educational start in school. So I was never given a chance to even think about 'which college', because my JH screwed me over, and of course nobody listens to a mere student. I didn't have a parent at the time who thought it iimportant enough to meet with anybody. I was just another effin' statistic. Bitter? Understatement. Now I'm surrounded by these Substandard Humanoid Intellectually Traumatized Sapiens with no way out at the moment. I do this to prove to myself that I can. I am not another statistic. I'm not stupid simply because I wasn't born with a particular skin shade or financial class. But that's the myth society, media, and these unambitious, painfully apathetic denizens keep perpetuating to me.
I know life has never owed me a fair break. I didn't realize it would take away what little I could have had, too.
Sunday, April 20, 2003
(9:10 pm PT) - I quit
[link] - (pissed)
That is all.
