My original post for this space was taken out back and shot, so I'm cobbling together some random things from the last couple days / week(s) for some kind of update (read: filler).
first off, and most amusing to me personally: one of my former drinking partners has started taking medication to wean themself off of the demon booze. this is hilarious. so now, every time they take a drink, the medication makes them want to throw up. oh please modern science, get that weak shit out of here. i've been drinking with this individual many, many times, if throwing up was enough of an impetus to "stop", that stopped being effective loooooong ago.
second, i have been advised that it's not my taste in women that is wrong, it's that i am an awful fucking human being. personally, i'd say it's about 50/50, but it's not like my judgement has been all that spectacular, so what the hell.
i told my little sister my plans for christmas day, and she was torn between an utter lack of surprise, and obvious, naked disgust. she's known me for over 20 years, she should know better than to ask me shit like that.
fuck off 2010, you were a terrible damn year, here's to 2011.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Do not do this
Ok fuckers, I didn't think this was actually going to be necessary, but be advised:
Whereas my phone is a piece of shit (a), and I occasionally do things which will render me unresponsive (b), if you shoot me fifty text messages in a row (c), I will find something you love and burn it.
(a): I have this fucking thing. Out of the three cell phones I have had in the last 14 years, it is, by far, the worst one out of the lot. Every part of this phone performs worse than it has any right to. The feature that prompted this goddamned post is the phone's lack of a setting to auto-delete text messages, coupled with it's extremely small internal memory for such. It holds 140 messages at a time, in and out. After dicking around with it for a while, it will now automatically delete the oldest incoming message when I get a new one, but will not free up space if I'm trying to send one out. This is horseshit. My last phone held 180 in, 180 out, and would auto delete the oldest message as needed, and gave me the option to lock messages that I didn't want purged.
Other 'features' include a substandard camera, the inability to see any of your contacts' information when you're not in service, shitty reception, short battery life, and the worst sound quality ever. Seriously, using this thing as an actual phone is about on par with getting ear fucked by spastics.
(b) I do occasionally sleep. Also, my phone gets shit for service in a lot of places. Even better, it can't figure out timestamps with any degree of accuracy, so I will occasionally get your replies 'before' a message I sent to you, in which case the phone doesn't alert me to an incoming message. Or, I'm busy and not answering my phone.
(c) Seriously, do not send me a shitload of 'hey!' text messages. I hate this more than people leaving me voice mail. I will eventually see your call or message and be in an appropriate place to respond. If I have to manually clean a bunch of shit off my phone because you're acting like fucking navi, I will burn something you like. Patience is a virtue, do some deep breathing exercises or something, I will get back to you at some point.
Whereas my phone is a piece of shit (a), and I occasionally do things which will render me unresponsive (b), if you shoot me fifty text messages in a row (c), I will find something you love and burn it.
(a): I have this fucking thing. Out of the three cell phones I have had in the last 14 years, it is, by far, the worst one out of the lot. Every part of this phone performs worse than it has any right to. The feature that prompted this goddamned post is the phone's lack of a setting to auto-delete text messages, coupled with it's extremely small internal memory for such. It holds 140 messages at a time, in and out. After dicking around with it for a while, it will now automatically delete the oldest incoming message when I get a new one, but will not free up space if I'm trying to send one out. This is horseshit. My last phone held 180 in, 180 out, and would auto delete the oldest message as needed, and gave me the option to lock messages that I didn't want purged.
Other 'features' include a substandard camera, the inability to see any of your contacts' information when you're not in service, shitty reception, short battery life, and the worst sound quality ever. Seriously, using this thing as an actual phone is about on par with getting ear fucked by spastics.
(b) I do occasionally sleep. Also, my phone gets shit for service in a lot of places. Even better, it can't figure out timestamps with any degree of accuracy, so I will occasionally get your replies 'before' a message I sent to you, in which case the phone doesn't alert me to an incoming message. Or, I'm busy and not answering my phone.
(c) Seriously, do not send me a shitload of 'hey!' text messages. I hate this more than people leaving me voice mail. I will eventually see your call or message and be in an appropriate place to respond. If I have to manually clean a bunch of shit off my phone because you're acting like fucking navi, I will burn something you like. Patience is a virtue, do some deep breathing exercises or something, I will get back to you at some point.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
this probably isn't a good sign
I had a dream last night, and actually remembered the fuckin thing. I am going to babble about it for a bit here, so if that bores you like I imagine it would to most rational people, feel free to skip the rest of this nonsense.
The exact details of the dream aren't important, but the part I found interesting is that the whole situation would be probably categorized as "pants shitting terror" by a lot of people. Ever present threat of extremely messy death, kind of a zombie movie / Terminator 4 crossover. It was a fairly long dream, I do recall several conversations, and what seemed to be a couple days worth of stuff happening.
And I was enjoying it quite thoroughly. Not giddy, but just calmly having a pleasant and relaxing experience. Hell, I remember being briefly pissed off when I woke up and it wasn't real.
Yeah, I'm not sure what I think of the fact that my brain apparently interprets mortal combat as a stress free vacation.
The exact details of the dream aren't important, but the part I found interesting is that the whole situation would be probably categorized as "pants shitting terror" by a lot of people. Ever present threat of extremely messy death, kind of a zombie movie / Terminator 4 crossover. It was a fairly long dream, I do recall several conversations, and what seemed to be a couple days worth of stuff happening.
And I was enjoying it quite thoroughly. Not giddy, but just calmly having a pleasant and relaxing experience. Hell, I remember being briefly pissed off when I woke up and it wasn't real.
Yeah, I'm not sure what I think of the fact that my brain apparently interprets mortal combat as a stress free vacation.
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