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recent posts
+ Yet another FB meme
+ From Toni on FB
+ Nostalgia ruination
+ The latest Facebook plague
+ Yet another of the memes that I keep getting tagged with on Facebook
+ FML
+ FML
+ Uncle Patrick's Ball-Punch Theory
+ In which our hero is exposed as the freak he really is...
+ Revenge
+ Halloween costume suggestion
+ Personalities
+ Neologism of the Day
+ A more efficient way of being stupid
+ To all the girls I've loved before
+ Let. Freedom. Ring.
+ It bears repeating
+ To the children of my forebears, halfway across the world:
+ Dear Comcast Digital Cable:
+ I am not a father
+ I'm a role model??
+ Yet another reason Sartre was right
+ The government wants you to quit it with the fornication
+ Ok, New Rule ($1 to Bill Maher)
+ One more reason to hate American Idol
+ To all the weathly industrialists out there...
+ Because I am a misanthropic hermit
+ Utter idiocy
+ Reading Comprehension
+ Dear Mr. McDonald (Class of '56 and '59):
+ FUCK COMCAST
+ A letter
+ To the person who put the small, discolored dent in my car while unloading it
+ Honestly, people...
+ Dear Upstairs Neighbor:
+ Fucking Telemarketers
+ Incidentally...
+ Can I go now?
+ Yup, here's your problem. Someone set this thing to "Evil"
+ Dear Atlanta Pool Leagues:
+ People suck.
+ (no subject)
+ There's a reason you don't give people like me weapons...
+ I hate being an adult.
+ Deer Lowered...
+ (no subject)
+ Celebrate Official Drive-Poorly Day

October 15th, 2009


2009.1015.0028::Yet another FB meme
Can you fill this out without lying? You've been tagged, so now you need to answer all the questions HONESTLY. At the end, choose at least 8 people to be tagged. Don't forget to tag me!

To do this, copy this entire message, create a new note, paste these instructions in the body of the note, delete my answers, and type yours. Easy peasy!

Next, tag 8 people (in the right hand corner of the app). Click publish (at the bottom). Have fun! :)

What was the last thing you put in your mouth... )

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April 14th, 2009


2009.0414.1656::From Toni on FB
Tired of all of those surveys made up by high school kids?! 'Have you ever kissed someone? Missed someone? Told someone you loved them? Drank alcohol?' 49 questions for the people who are a little older...

What bill do you hate paying the most? )

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April 8th, 2009


2009.0408.1626::Nostalgia ruination
[info]batnandu: uh. wtf? http://www.hampsterdance.com/
batnandu: it's like they ruined my childhood
batnandu: except i was in grad school

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March 20th, 2009


2009.0320.1023::The latest Facebook plague
This has nothing to do with the new Facebook layout.

Back in 2002, I started this Livejournal, because, as [info]batnandu suggests, I'm something of an emotional exhibitionist. Drawing compelling content from the dross of my daily life, however, is a Herculean task--were I more dedicated to poetry, short fictions, photos, or videos, I suppose I could have some gems to offer every day. As it stands, I'm that post-modern, neo-geek, sarcastic, hipster-douchebag that only ever drops the occasional grain of wit (I'm guessing this is why Twitter might be so popular) amidst a sea of memes and self-absorbed whining.

So if you go back and look at the succession of posts following that November, 2002 debut (no, really, don't waste your time), you'll find a series of memes and quiz results offered from sites like quizdiva.com, quizilla.com, or okcupid.com. With such a frequency that one of the people who (for some yet-to-be-determined reason) follows this LJ said, "please stop taking quizes, for the love of god."

And yes, I did eventually tire of seeing the insipid things populating my friends page--I even wrote a filter for my friends page to automatically cut them.

So it's with a supreme sense of resignation that I see the latest items scrolling onto my Facebook homepage:
  • "What painting are you?"
  • "Which Great Philosopher are you?"
  • "Where should you be living?"
These are the same kinds of things I stopped posting a long while ago, and it seems that Facebook is just recycling the whole Online Junior High Slambook concept again.

But here's where it's even worse--each application that Facebook approves for its users need approval from each individual user before they allow it to post on that user's page. The quiz application developers, in their idiocy, instead of creating a single quiz framework application to access the user's information, set their quizzes up so that each individual quiz has to ask for access to the user's details. So every Facebook user wanting to take the both the "Where should you be living" quiz and the "Which 80s band are you?" quiz has to approve access for both quizzes individually, when the access required for both is essentially, "Can this application post its crap onto your news feed?"

And all for those unspecific, non-committal gestures at your personality.

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March 10th, 2009


2009.0310.1637::Yet another of the memes that I keep getting tagged with on Facebook
Yes. Another meme. Not feeling like writing anything beyond a short description of how I'd like to punch anyone and everyone I meet in the balls. So, yeah...meme:

Four things... )

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February 28th, 2009


Today, the automated process that I set up for reminders sent me a message about the upcoming birthday of the piece-of-shit former friend who started dating the woman that I wanted to marry six months after she broke up with me. FML

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February 20th, 2009


[info]coffeeachiever: http://www.fmylife.com/sex/88381
[info]thepeopleseason: yeah, that teh suck.
[info]coffeeachiever: bigtime
[info]coffeeachiever: damn
[info]thepeopleseason: I actually commented on this one http://www.fmylife.com/love/87320
[info]thepeopleseason: can you guess my comment?
[info]coffeeachiever: ROFL
[info]coffeeachiever: #2
[info]thepeopleseason: wow.
[info]thepeopleseason: how do you people know me so well?
[info]coffeeachiever: come on
[info]coffeeachiever: your user name was "cockpunch"
[info]coffeeachiever: of COURSE that's you

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2009.0220.1730::Uncle Patrick's Ball-Punch Theory
Uncle Patrick's Ball-Punch Theory
Punching someone really, really hard on the balls can potentially flip their breaker switch, ideally resetting their personality to something more manageable.
-- http://tr.im/gCRL
Unfortunately, there's no shortage of test subjects.

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January 2nd, 2009


2009.0102.1816::In which our hero is exposed as the freak he really is...
I just finished Simon Baron-Cohen's The Essential Difference: Male and Female Brains and the Truth about Autism, an exploration of the general differences between the way men and women look at the world, and how much our genes and hormones go towards affecting those outlooks.

Baron-Cohen suggests... )

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December 9th, 2008


or "Why You Shouldn't Be an Asshole to People You Don't Know."

On Saturday morning... (long) )

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October 29th, 2008


2008.1029.1412::Halloween costume suggestion
If you want a truly original Halloween costume, do the following:
  • Dress up in Sarah Palin clothes.
  • Put on Joker makeup.
  • Talk in a high-pitched, gravelly-voiced Alaskan-nee-Midwestern accent.
  • When people ask you who you're supposed to be, answer "I'm 2008's two most over-done Halloween costumes."


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April 26th, 2008


2008.0426.1345::Personalities
From the various Myers-Briggs tests that I've taken both online and in the meatspace, I've come to know myself as an INFP (although from time to time, I'll migrate to INTP when I'm especially analytic on a given subject). In this article, I found the following passages:
The fourth type of introvert in the smallest minority group is the INFP, the Healer. Healers make up just 1% of men and 2% of women on the planet.
And further down...
Don’t try to change [your introvert] into an extrovert. This is the ultimate stressor. It can lead to long term loss of Spirit, low self esteem, depression and health conditions associated with long term stress. Some of the signs to watch for have been indicated for each type: excessive eating, drinking or exercise, compulsive self criticism and perfectionism, feeling “unreal” or “lost” in time and space, disassociating from the body, speechless paralysis and cries for help such as “get away” or “leave me alone”.
This sentiment is echoed throughout many of the articles found under when trolling del.icio.us for links about introverts/introversion--introverts are the way they are, do not try to change them into extroverts, leave them alone.

Now granted, this article specifically targets parents of introverted children, and while I can respect the intent, the fact remains that as someone who is deeply introverted, I must live, work, and love in the extroverts' world, and excessive amounts of "leave me alone" has left me ill-prepared to operate in certain relationships which require more extroversion of me.

[Note: which is not to say that parents, friends, and significant others should attempt to extrovert their introverts at will. The eagerness extroverts throw into their social interactions (especially when, speaking from experience, they're trying to pull an introvert out of their solitude) is at times too much.]

Unless I'm willing to accept the notion that introverts should only have relationships with other introverts, I must reject the advice that introverts should not have some acclimatization to the needs of an exceedingly social society.

If, reading this as an extrovert, you find yourself thinking of an introvert that could be more social, remember--moderation is the key. In my case, I tend to feel more comfortable with either a smaller gathering for an extended period of time or a shorter get-together with a larger group of people. As I've gotten to know more people well, the social stress that results from my introversion falls.

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February 26th, 2008


2008.0226.1543::Neologism of the Day
bug-ger the ques-tion

Pronunciation: ˈbu̇-gər thə ˈkwes-chən
Function: verb
Etymology: Middle English bougre heretic, from Anglo-French bugre, from Medieval Latin Bulgarus, literally, Bulgarian; from the association of Bulgaria with the Bogomils, who were accused of sodomy

To misuse a phrase so prevalently that the incorrect/inaccurate meaning becomes linguistically valid.

"When you say, 'That literally blew my mind,' you're trying to bugger the question."

See also: ma-la-prop-en-si-ty, dinosaur comics on logical fallacies.

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December 12th, 2007


2007.1212.1744::A more efficient way of being stupid
Merriam-Webster President John Morse said "w00t" reflected the growing use of numeric keyboards to type words.

"People look for self-evident numeral-letter substitutions: 0 for O; 3 for E; 7 for T; and 4 for A," he said. "This is simply a different and more efficient way of representing the alphabetical character."
-- from "w00t" crowned word of year by U.S. dictionary
While I'm rather amused that Merriam-Webster chose "w00t" as word of the year (granted, some two to four years after it really became vernacular for anyone who spent any amount of time online), to suggest that l33t5p34]< and "w00t" in particular is a result of numeric keyboard inefficiencies just indicates how badly Merriam-Webster is stuck in the 20th Century (and don't even get me started on their website).

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June 23rd, 2007


2007.0623.2245::To all the girls I've loved before
From Single Female Seeking Same-Race Male:
The researchers found that most women speed daters said yes (meaning they’d like to see a man again after the four-minute speed date) less often to men of another race than they did to men of their own race. Here’s how much less interested they were in the other races, as compared with their enthusiasm for men of their own race:
African-American women said yes about 30 percent less often to Hispanic men; about 45 percent less often to white men; about 65 percent less often to Asian men.

White women said yes about 30 percent less often to black or Hispanic men, and about 65 percent less often to Asian men.

Hispanic women said yes about 20 percent less often to black or white men, and 50 percent less often to Asian men.

Asian women didn’t discriminate much by race (except for showing a very slight preference for Asian men over black or Hispanic men).
... The researchers, after controlling for all other attributes (height, weight, attractiveness, etc.), calculated how much extra income (relative to the income of the average online male dater, $62,500) a man would need to overcome the racial barrier. Here are some of the estimates (there weren’t enough data to do all the interracial permutations) of how much each extra income a man would need to be equally appealing to a woman as would a man of her own race:
... For equal success with a white woman, an African-American needs to earn an additional $154,000; a Hispanic man needs $77,000; an Asian needs $247,000.
To all the women who chose to share some emotional- (or latex-) filled moments with me, a sudden and belated appreciation is due.

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May 23rd, 2007


2007.0523.1537::Let. Freedom. Ring.

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May 21st, 2007


2007.0521.1326::It bears repeating
Yesterday, Joss Whedon, creator of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and Firefly, and the writer behind Toy Story and Astonishing X-Men, posted a long treatise on how the various societies and cultures throughout the world treat women. The subject is disturbing to say the least, and it may make you cry or recoil in horror simply from reading its description.

But it's one of those things that everyone, no matter their sense of propriety, should think about.

Because it took me a few tries yesterday to pull up the post, and because I've seen various people comment that they haven't seen or couldn't load the post, I'm going to reproduce the entire thing here (Go straight to the post, however, for some discussion about it). Let's Watch A Girl... )

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May 20th, 2007


2007.0520.1057::To the children of my forebears, halfway across the world:
I know you think pretty much anything is fair game, especially if it's sweet, sour, bitter, salty, or spicy. But, please, for the love of all that is umami, stop putting ingredients that kill into things that are meant to go into people's mouths.

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May 13th, 2007


2007.0513.2213::Dear Comcast Digital Cable:
I know that Emergency Broadcasts are important, and I've even tolerated your stupid interrupt-the-program-when-you-test-the-system-during-primetime-programming test procedure.

But tonight, I watched you completely interrupt the penultimate episode of this season of Supernatural some five minutes from the ending, thereby completely obscuring the action from when spoiler ) to when spoiler ), rendering my watching of said program incomplete and unenjoyable, for the broadcast of an emergency notice of a child abduction which contained no discernable details other than it was in the state of Georgia.

In short, you suck donkey balls.

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March 23rd, 2007


2007.0323.1455::I am not a father
I have no daughter, so there a small blessing here when I point you to the Consumerist's link to a story about a six-year old's desire to get her non-American Girl doll's hair styled at the American Girl salon.

What's the small blessing?

Well, if I were the father of said six-year old, I would have very calmly walked up to the store clerk and the other women berating my child and stabbed them all in the face.

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February 8th, 2007


2007.0208.1744::I'm a role model??
So last night, I ended up hitting a local bar for their Guitar Hero competition. Having played very little actual Guitar Hero II, I didn't sign up to compete, my primary reason for being there was to meet up with El Guapo, his brother [info]skander, and his other brother who to the best of my knowledge has no sort of blog. I get there somewhat earlier than the rest of the gang and mill about the bar while I wait for the Guapos. At one point one of the competitors walks up to me and asks, "Did you play at the competition at the Independent a long time ago?"

When I reply in the affirmative, he responds: "Dude, you're the reason that I play Guitar Hero!"

I'm not sure what to think of that.


Listening to the morning radio, I learned that the general contractor assigned to do roadwork on I-20 near Atlanta may be fined for exceeding the early-morning time alloted to blocking a lane on the interstate and causing a disproportionate amount of gridlock. Coupled with the recent news that Turner Broadcasting will likely pay some two million dollars for the media and police disruption of Boston as a result of the Aqua Teen Hunger Force viral marketing campaign, it occurs to me that if we're going to make people pay for screwing up traffic, then the purveyors of the Big Dig probably owe the city a pretty penny.


And finally, from [info]countessmary: Bold the series that you've seen for 3 or more episodes. Underline the series that you know for sure (or that you've seen them complete). If you want, add three more series (keep it in alphabetic order).

I added Beauty and the Geek, Cupid, and Psych.

big list of television series )

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November 26th, 2006


2006.1126.1207::Yet another reason Sartre was right
Random Redneck Woman at the Georgia Aquarium: I tell you what, foreigners are the rudest people in the whole world.
[info]thepeopleseason: Thank you very much.


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November 1st, 2006


2006.1101.0939::The government wants you to quit it with the fornication
And it's spending millions of dollars to try to convince you to stop.

I am dumber (and poorer) for having read this.

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October 4th, 2006


2006.1004.1528::Ok, New Rule ($1 to Bill Maher)
Anytime some concerned parent wishes to ban some book because of some questionable content, the first thing school/state/library officials should ask is "Have you read the book?"

If the answer is "no," as it is so sadly often the case (or if subsequent quizzing on the content of said book reveals the answer "yes" as a lie), officials are then allowed to slap said parent upside the head and retort, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I was allowed to determine that you were a stupid, stupid assbag just by looking at you. Figuring out what is proper and improper for your child to read is not our fucking job. Any further appeal will be denied until you read the damned book. Get the fuck out."

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September 28th, 2006


2006.0928.1503::One more reason to hate American Idol
As if William Hung wasn't enough of a mockery to make me hate AI, apparently the song which gave me a bit of comfort after I nearly flunked out of graduate school (this time without the benefit of bad feng shui to blame it on)--the Howard Ashman and Alan Menken-created soliloquy that Aladdin sings to his mother, drafted out of the eponymous Disney animated film--"Proud of Your Boy," has been remade by Clay Aiken.

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September 26th, 2006


2006.0926.1016::To all the weathly industrialists out there...
While you might not care about the Northern spotted owl, the sudden upswing in polar bear drownings, or a mystical flower in the mountains of China which only blooms once every twenty years (yeah, that last one's fictional), you should be aware that your penchant for rampant pollution is shrinking your nads (and may turn your sons and your sons' sons into chicks with dicks).

Not to mention the sharks which can walk on their fins...

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September 18th, 2006


2006.0918.1758::Because I am a misanthropic hermit
The Pink Gator went to a party this weekend, where she got many a question as to my whereabouts1. Last night, she had the following to say to me:
Can you come with me sometime to one of these things? My friends all think you're Snuffleupagus.


1 Incidentally, I was watching the Florida-Tennessee game with [info]batnandu, his wife, and our friend Rob.

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September 14th, 2006


2006.0914.1040::Utter idiocy
I've been living in a condo complex in Atlanta for going on six years now. One major problem at this complex is a lack of guest parking--we have a gated lot with enough spaces for each bedroom. One-bedroom condo owners get one gated space, two-bedroom unit owners get two. For the most part, I'm okay with the parking situation, because I'm a messy, misanthropic hermit who generally doesn't have people over to entertain.

In the front of the complex is a small lot marked "Guest Parking" with approximately nine or ten spaces. When the Pink Gator comes over, she usually tries to find a space in that lot, because it's conveniently close to the door of the complex. This morning, however, she returned to her car to find a note with the following message:
Too many times in guest parking - Beyond time allowed
I call the front office to ask if I need to register her car with the security service so that she'll stop getting these messages, and our property manager informs me that several years ago, because of actual residents using the guest parking spaces, our board of directors passed a rule that guest parking is for guests who visit on an infrequent basis.

If the Pink Gator would like to visit more than say, twice a week, then she needs to park elsewhere (the property manager actually told me that she should park in the parking garage of the high-rise down the street).

Apparently, "Guest Parking" is only available to a certain class of guest.

This is why I hate people.

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August 21st, 2006


2006.0821.1028::Reading Comprehension
When someone in [info]atlanta asks for a place to get bubble tea in Midtown, suggesting the gigantic megamart off of Pleasant Hill Road in Duluth is quite helpful in the sense that it is not.

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July 6th, 2006


2006.0706.2350::Dear Mr. McDonald (Class of '56 and '59):
I'll concede to you that my use of offensive language in my previous post is excessive. It is, however, a slice of my own personal thought and a result of extreme frustration and dissatisfaction with a business which to date has yet to exhibit any hint of a redeemable trait beyond a penchant for annoying its own customers.

I posted this diatribe in a venue which I consider both personal and intimate--one which people are plainly welcome to avoid if they choose to do so. One of my old high school teachers (whom you so succinctly put to task with your response) once taught me the following gem:
Maturity is knowing when to be mature
As this is my blog and a locale in which I, for the most part, am amongst friends, I reserve the right to choose immaturity or propriety as I see fit.

And while it's perfectly within your rights to lament my copious use of profanity, calling my education into question (as well as the means by which I obtained said education) is both inappropriate and frankly a little irrational given that we share our alma mater and that your only experience of me is a hastily-written-in-the-heat-of-anger blog post.

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2006.0706.1029::FUCK COMCAST
Dear Comcast:

Fuck you.

Fuck you and your crappy, our-tech-fell-asleep-while-waiting-for-us-so-we-fired-him customer service.

Fuck you in your stupid, cable-company-acquiring, exclusive-right-to-serve-video-in-my-condo-complex asshole.

Fuck your let's-wait-to-give-appropriate-info-to-everyone-until-it's-too-late-to-get-satellite-without-an-interruption-of-service, donkey-ball-sucking ass.

Go fuck a goat.

-That Yellow Bastard

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December 29th, 2005


2005.1229.1724::A letter
Dear airport patron:

Nobody aside from the person you're talking to on the cellphone has one iota of give-a-crap about your powder-blue leather jacket getting stained when you took it through the car wash with your sunroof open. You should be aware that when you're drunk, you speak several voices louder than private-talk level.

P.S. Your husband/lover is loud and aggravating, too.



Must I really wait an extra forty minutes for my flight?

Ugh.

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October 24th, 2005


2005.1024.0952::To the person who put the small, discolored dent in my car while unloading it
You could have at least fessed up. I would have been far more understanding about it than I was this morning when I discovered the finger-smudged dent in driver's side rear door.

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October 21st, 2005


2005.1021.2227::Honestly, people...
Unless you live in a location where you have a greater-than-50% chance of your car getting stolen, obliviously leaving your car alarm on to bleat its whiny, incessant klaxon every few minutes is just a really, really great way of invoking the desire to inflict grievous bodily harm on your car from your neighbors.

And if you live in a gated community, then that grievous bodily harm should be directed upon you.

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2005.1021.1053::Dear Upstairs Neighbor:
While I'm quite aware that you've no idea that I've been battling the flu for the past five days, I would appreciate it if you didn't hold loud, heel-clomping, bass-thumping parties on Thursday nights until 1:00 AM. Especially if you decide to continue with bed-shaking, wanton-moaning sex directly above me at 5:00 AM, waking me up to the point where I can't really get back to sleep.

If you must, please just make the sex come right after the party so I can get a contiguous block of sleep of at least six to seven hours in length without feeling the need to get up and watch this week's episodes of Lost and Smallville because I'm tired of tossing and turning.

Your Downstairs Neighbor.

Honestly, it didn't really sound like he got you off at all either...

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September 30th, 2005


2005.0930.1336::Fucking Telemarketers
I just received a call at my home number from some company that didn't bother to explain why it was calling, nor did it indicate any means of getting myself removed from its calling list. The message basically said, "This is not a sales call; please don't hang up. We have a very important message for you. Please return our call to 770.524.8767 or toll-free 1.800.456.4601."

I went ahead and called from a phone here at work, and was connected to someone. "Hi; you just left a message on my machine and I'd like to know what's going on."

She replied, "Can you give me the number we called?"

"I don't feel comfortable giving you that information."

"Ok." <CLICK>


I just reported them to the FTC.

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September 6th, 2005


2005.0906.1639::Incidentally...
If you're married and your spouse has feelings for someone else, do not automatically assume that that "someone else" reciprocates those feelings and is ultimately a responsible party when your marriage dissolves.

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August 21st, 2005


2005.0821.2003::Can I go now?
Recent events have brought me back to the conclusion that "Real Life" is just a big, ugly High School experience all over again.

And I was desperately tired of High School when I attended it the first time.

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April 12th, 2005


2005.0412.1518::Yup, here's your problem. Someone set this thing to "Evil"
During lunch today, L described a feud she had waged against a neighbor. A few years ago, she had some parking spaces located down a single-lane driveway, and a neighbor who had a nasty habit of parking in said driveway. So when returning home at various hours, sometimes at 4:00 or 5:00 AM, she'd have to knock on her neighbor's door to get the girl to move the car.

I suggested an air horn, but everyone quickly decided that that would be a) too disturbing to other neighbors, and b) too evil. When asked if I would actually use the air horn, I said no, but then started wondering what was the most evil thing I've ever done.

The first one that comes to mind: Back when I was in college, I urinated on the driver's-side door handle of a car that was double-parked. I don't believe that's the only evil thing I've done, because I've got a sneaking feeling of guilt/pride that I've done something far more blog-worthy.

What's the most evil thing you've done for spite/revenge?

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December 10th, 2003


2003.1210.1531::Dear Atlanta Pool Leagues:
Why the fuck would you decide to schedule a pool league match two days before Christmas, a time when you pretty much know some of the people participating in the league are going to be travelling? Since it's about two weeks before the end of the session, you're probably going to put the kibosh on make-up matches as well, so I would feel doubly obligated to attend this one.

Get bent,
James

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February 19th, 2003


2003.0219.0148::People suck.
I'm never going in on group meals again.

Inevitably, someone wants to split the tab evenly when one of them has ordered fifteen gazillion beers when all you drank was water. Or you end up short because someone can't count, and you feel rotten for leaving the overly-generous server a 0.002 percent tip.

What happened tonight, however, is the cake-taker.

Someone ate my dinner.

Prior to our disastrous pool league match today, I asked Ollie if he was hungry at all. After some hashing back and forth about where to go, we finally settled on Pizza. I ordered two medium pizzas from Mellow Mushroom, and I picked up the tab on my credit card, totaling about 32 dollars.

Courtney, Ollie, and I sat down and had about a pie's worth of slices. Nandu said he might be interested in some, so I pooled the boxes and entrusted the leftovers to Heidi in the kitchen. I figured that Nandu would eat his share, and I could eat the rest for dinner Wednesday after work.

At some point during the match, I see Rob coming down with two slices of the pizza. He offers to pay for his share, so I don't mind so much.

At the end of the night, however, I ask Ollie for the box, and he says there's just one slice left. Apparently when Rob found the pizza, others helped themselves to the rest of the pie.

What the fuck? Ollie gave me ten dollars for his share, and I felt bad about asking Courtney for five additional. I gave Rob's two dollars back to Ollie--he and Courtney didn't eat half the fucking tab's worth of pizza; at most they ate a quarter of it, and they're still paying for almost half.

Which just leaves me to pay the other half.

So whoever the hell you are that ate my dinner for tonight, I hope to hell it gives you anal seepage.
Current Mood: [mood icon] annoyed

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December 3rd, 2002


What is it about people who can't bother to follow directions? The woman in front of me on my flight back to Atlanta, while the plane was taxi-ing--before it even got off the ground--decided to recline her seat. Surely she's been asked not to do such before. Why is it that every time I take a flight, there's some idiot who decides that their agenda is far more important than the rest of everyone on board and gets up while the plane is on the runway?

Oh, the plane's on final approach... I gotta shut down...
Current Mood: [mood icon] annoyed
Current Music: "The Way You Look Tonight" Frank Sinatra

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November 21st, 2002


2002.1121.1725::There's a reason you don't give people like me weapons...
I just found out that the sum of the lawsuit against the HOA is along the lines of $180,000.

One. Hundred. Eighty. Thousand. Dollars.

ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY THOUSAND DOLLARS!

WHAT THE FUCK?!

The stupid wench is suing for an amount about 39 grand greater than the value of her bleeding condo!

I'm about a hair's breadth away from going apeshit.

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There...I've gone apeshit.
Current Mood: livid

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2002.1121.1438::I hate being an adult.
Ok. About two months ago, I made the motions to start refinancing my condo, because the rates were good, and I could use the extra cash. First I had to call around to all the various insurance companies and get condo contents insurance coverage. Most of the time, mortgage companies will want you to show some proof of coverage so they know that they're not going to just lose money on shit.

It took me about 2 weeks to get anywhere with coverage because my existing car insurance company (State Farm) apparently had quotas on how many homeowner's policies that they could write. So I finally found a company that would cover me (Farmers), paid their fucking blood money, and got ready for the refinance.

After shopping around for good rates, I actually put an application in for my refinance with a company who took my application (along with a $300 application fee). At one point I had to meet a guy at my place so he could appraise it, and then...nothing.

For two weeks.

When I finally get some news, it's bad--some litigious bint who lived here for less than a year has decided to sue the Homeowner's Association and the Developer of the place for water damage (to her bloody furniture). Someone please explain to me how the damned homeowner's association is liable for water damage? How does that make any sense?

On top of that, because the HOA has only been in the control of the homeowners since January of this year, the refinancing's underwriters have determined that the mortgage will be unwarrantable. Eh? All of this means absolutely nothing to me. I've been paying the fucking HOA since October of 2000. How exactly does the voting control of the stupid thing matter?

Well, I can bitch and moan all I want, but the bottom line is that
  1. I need to do more running around to get my place refinanced,
  2. I'll probably get a higher rate than what I locked in at, and
  3. Dealing with mortgage companies is about as fun as I'd imagine being the recipient of lubeless fisting would be.

I need to find out who sued the HOA, so I can spit a chocolate-oj-milk-based loogie on her if I ever see her again.
Current Mood: [mood icon] aggravated
Current Music: dj tiesto - live at innercity amsterdam.

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November 20th, 2002


2002.1120.1547::Deer Lowered...
This is for [info]xopherg

Asshat.

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November 14th, 2002


My friends are all puerile asshats.

Words of the moment: Puerile. Asshat.

P.S. Yes. I do mean you.

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2002.1114.1130::Celebrate Official Drive-Poorly Day
Today is Officially Drive-Poorly Day.

Driving in the middle lane of Ponce de Leon intown this morning, I was almost squeezed into an accident by a large SYSCO eighteen-wheeler in the right lane and a white corporate van in the left, until one of them got the clue that the white dashes painted with the road were there for some reason.

Farther down the road, the right lane was blocked off (following Briarcliff/Moreland) because of some idiotic beautification effort where the right side of the road will now be stone-paved or something (like anyone really cares what the side of the road looks like...).

Either way, said blockage just meant that the guy who needed to turn left right off of that intersection, so graciously blocked by oncoming traffic awaiting a green light, would in turn block the rest of us from any forward movement, until the fools to the left took up the gargantuan holes of space between their cars and let the guy on through. Of course, that took about a literal minute, which while it doesn't seem like much, is actually an eternity--For example:

    One minute = 60 seconds
    Average Rate: 7.6 expletives/second

    Estimated expletives spewed = 456


You get the idea.

From there, I would go on to encounter:


  • Various fools turning left off of Ponce without the use of their turn signals;
  • Another eighteen-wheeler carrying some large construction vehicle trying blocking off all of Scott Blvd. while trying to back into a house;
  • A Honda CRV whose driver believes that the appropriate on-ramp speed to merge onto I-285 is 35 MPH; and
  • A taxi (Atlantans will understand).


But at last, I'm at work, and for administrative reasons, we've decided to table my primary task for the day. Now I just need to wade through some third-party code and integrate it into our product. From what I have seen of the code, however, I fear this may require a complete overhaul of what the aforementioned third-party tried to do.

Joy.


Word of the moment: betise
Current Mood: [mood icon] discontent

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