Okay, not really at all. Um, in a word, oops. Note to husbands to be everywhere: when contemplating marriage, be extra certain the girl you’re marrying cannot, in fact, kick your ass while drunk. Or better yet, run in the exact opposite direction from anything that involves the words “I do”.
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Happily ever after? Not quite.
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No, I don’t need help. Screw off.
Something that happened to me this morning, actually, kinda put me in mind of a conversation I had with someone last night, about my reactions to people who can’t seem to get it through their heads that yes, blind guy can, in fact, cross a street on his own. I didn’t have any particular examples of it last night, y’know, when they actually could have been useful, but I came up with 2 back to back this morning. So I’m getting off the bus, not at my usual stop, so I ask the driver to give me a general pointer. He does, which is all well and good, so I figure okay, that’s it. But then he says he’s gonna see if he can find someone to give me a hand getting to work. Now, I holler over my shoulder I’m perfectly fine, and take off like a bat out of hell. Sure enough, somebody catches up to me and says the driver flagged him down and asked him to make sure I got across the next street. So I told this guy I’d be perfectly fine, and kept on walking. I thought that’d be the end of it too; I coulda swore I heard him walk off, but he comes back as I’m getting closer to the street to tell me the light’s yellow. Now, this is me. I really don’t fucking care. Vehicles weren’t moving in front of me; one had actually stopped to let me cross. This guy’s freaking out because ohmygod the light’s yellow and I probably aught to wait a couple minutes! Yeah, or I could, y’know, be on time for work. So I book it outa there like it’s nobody’s business, and get here with a little tiny bit of time to spare. He’s probably near to having a heart attack, but at this stage of the game, I’m just laughing all the way to my desk. Next time, he’ll listen. ‘Cuz this redneck fool don’t slow down for nobody. Or… something.
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Ug.
I did in fact make it to work this morning. It was in fact trying very hard to be cold outside. Fortunately, according to me anyway, it failed miserably. However, it’s supposed to be below freezing… I believe tonight. *le sigh* I was just looking forward to summer, too. On the bright side, I’m here. I’m alive. I have an awesomeish job for the next just under 2 months. Can’t complain. But I will. Later. For now, though, I just wanna go back to bed.
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So let me get this kinda half-straight.
On Wednesday, the last day of April, also known as the last possible day this lazy as hell Canadian fool can submit his income tax, well into what’s supposed to be our spring, they’re calling for snow? Am I the only one who sees a problem with this…?
Edit: And the temperature out there at the moment is moving dangerously close to that freezing point. Jesus fuck, I gotta walk in that in a bit. Winter, do we have to have another one of those conversations? Do we really?
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Having that much fun should be illegal.
The parental units showed up, and after shooting the shit with them for a bit and showing my dad the service I use for all things income tax, we took off for teh casino. Where all 3 of us managed to spend the majority of the evening donating. It was so many degrees of awesome though. I don’t think I’ve been out that late in a *long* time. We mostly stuck to the slots, or just kinda wandered around the place. Dad contemplated the idea of playing a couple hands at the card tables, but even when he was ahead he said they still wanted too much to buy in. So that idea got rather quickly scrapped in favour of, well, exactly what we did instead. I think all things considered we didn’t do too badly though. got back to my place about quarter to 4 or there abouts (for the record, the parentals still had an hour and a half drive home after that), and I proceeded to check email, check flist, post to a community, and fall into bed, in that order. I did not move again until 10 minutes to noon; it was sweet awesomeness. I actually managed to escape, I figure, ahead a whole 10 bucks. Which was promptly made up for by buying dinner on the way home (hey, even at 3 in the goddamn morning ya gotta eat something). And now today’s to do list. Which consists of… hmm. Absolutely nothing. Check. Okay, I’m good for the weekend. Next? Survive the work week. Ah well, can’t have it all.
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On religion, opinion, immaturity, all that good stuff.
A rarity, but this was actually prompted by a, let’s call it a discussion, that took place on a friend’s LJ in relation to something she posted at about half past dark this morning. I’d link to the actual entry but it’s protected and all of like 1 or 2 of you would be able to see it. It cast a rather amusing light on the theory of Jesus Christ, and all that. And suffice it to say, while it wasn’t aimed at being insulting or anything to any particular person or religion, but rather for exactly what it was–a little half-awake amusement at insanely early in the morning, someone decided to take special exception to it and went off on a tangent about how the poster must not understand her religion and has taken escentially to attacking it. They were called out for it, and told basicly they were imagining it (for the record, everyone else pretty much thought it was fucking hillarious), and the commenter proceeded to demand that she justify her supposed belief about that particular religion. It was said, yet again, that there was no attacking anyone’s religion, beliefs, or whatever in that entry, at which point she pretty much just got pissy and decided the role of teenaged drama queen suited her better than that of, well, an inteligent human being. So because I do have a religious person or two hanging around my flist, I thought I’d just kinda put the question out there. Should an entry like this *really* be taken to such an extreme as to declare a proverbial holy war on anyone who doesn’t necessarily agree with your particular religious beliefs? The entry in question, with the original poster’s permission, gets stuck here for context.
The majority of people in this country (INCLUDING THE PRESIDENT) actually believe that a mythical anthropomorphic, self paranoid “Bible-God” raped/impregnated a child virgin in order to give birth to himself in order to be sacrificed to himself in order to sit beside himself in order to save the world from himself as some kind of sadistic experiment in psychopathic, self replicating, redemption by filling the heads of precious innocent impressionable children with disturbing stories of hell and damnation and devils and eternal suffering.
Now tell me in some way there isn’t just a little amusement in this particular entry. You may need to read it a couple times to catch on.
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So I got bored.
And subsequently created scchronicles. Because, you know, as much as there are probably half a dozen communities already on the subject, most of ’em are just a little tiny bit too left field for me. So anyone interested in the series and actually possessing half a brain can feel free to join. Or not. But it’s there.
PS: momallrat, wanna co-maintain?
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Um…
Is it a bad thing that the only 2 reasons I’ll turn on the TV nowadays is to watch baseball, or hockey if it’s that time of year, and see what new music I can add to my growing collection of randomness? I think not, but I’ve been called unusual by more than a few people. I’ll live.
Edit: Apparently this morning, it is. Music selection on TV sucks. Time to switch to my own.
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Oh my.
Me: how do we get on these topics? lol
Nef: First thing you do is find yourself in the company of a weirdo.
Nef: Then you find her sexy.
Nef: And then, who knows. Just hang on, cuz it’ll prob be a pumpy ride.And that, folks, is why they should not let me near IM after work.
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Friday’s good, friday after work’s just plain awesome.
The weekend’s gonna be awesome as hell for 2 very good reasons. Both are actually mutually beneficial. For the next 2 days, I officially have no job. Which means for the next 2 days, I can do my usual staying awake ’til upwards of 4:00 in the bloody morning just because I can. Nifty. spend all week pretending to behave myself just for 2 days of blatantly not. And that folks is why I’m not in a relationship.
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Today’s employment pickings: meh, meh, maybe, crap, and meh. And a maybe. Ooh, never mind. *fires off an application*