"All it takes is one, just one"
05 / 04 / 05
pissed
Warning, long rant ahead. Inappropriate language used appropriately.
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.
Sorry, spammers forced my hand. Comments reviewed before being published.
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