Hey, maybe I could number the spines of ALL the movies and use a spreadsheet to look them all up! Okay, I’m kind of starting to like that idea. 
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And once again I’m going to Pit the idiot who had his headphones on and walked in front of a commuter train, making things very inconvenient for everyone else who wanted to use that road or that train. The signals were going, the arms were down, there was no reason for him to not notice the BIG FREAKING TRAIN bearing down on him, but he still managed to walk in front of it. Every time this happens they trot out the idea that they need more safety devices to keep idiots from walking in front of trains, and that just pisses me off - you need to be aware of your surroundings when walking, dumbass. There aren’t enough safety devices in the world to save people from themselves if they can’t be bothered to pay attention while walking.
I try to be strong. I try to let it all pass over like water off a ducks back. But it still get through and leaves another fucking acid mark on my soul. Fuck you you think you are so funny with your snark. Fuck you you self invoved cunt. Fuck you you infantile annoying pestering child in a man’s body. Fuck all of you. Why the hell should I try nothing will ever change and if it is not one it it will be another. Fuck off and leave me alone.
At least he removed himself from the gene pool (or did he already have kids?).
I really love my friend Katie, but I am about tired of hearing her complain about how she does everything around the house, how her kids (13 and 15 yo) and husband do nothing to help out, and how she’s expect to work the same number of hours as her husband and still do all the cooking and housekeeping.
I don’t know why it’s so hard for her to put her foot down, at least with the kids. My kid knows there’s no TV, computer or video games until he’s cleaned the kitchen after dinner. Period. It’s a fact of life for him. As a result, he gets up after dinner and cleans the kitchen like clockwork. We only got to this point because I was willing to let him be miserable. I let him take 3 hrs to clean the kitchen, and consequently miss out on any TV or video games in the evening. I did not get frustrated and just do it for him.
She knows what she needs to do and it feels like she just doesn’t do it because she doesn’t want her kids to be upset or miserable, even for a bit. Only problem is, it’s making her miserable…and her friends, because she complains, but doesn’t seem to change anything. I want her to be happy. I’m less concerned with her kids’ happiness. I do believe in the long run they would be happier with some stricter rules.
Many years ago I was at a weekend long camping party on a farm where the owner had hired a neighbor kid to mow the vast lawn before we got there and the kid was still dawdling and dragging his feet while we were there, while complaining about how he had other things to do.
A bunch of us told him (while laughing in his face); If you’d have just plain done the job, you would be doing other things right now. The only reason you’re still working on this is because YOU are dragging your feet on it. The kid got all bent out of shape about it, but he did get his tail in gear and finished within an hour or two.
Yeah, he thought if he dragged it out and complained long enough, he wouldn’t have to finish the job. He failed at that. Just plain doing the job would have been both faster and easier on him.
I think everyone needs to learn this lesson at some point in their life. I know I did.
Been thinking. A throw-away scene in the original BBC Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy comes to mind. When they’re first on the Vogon transport and… “Joggers!”
If Douglas Adams was around today, constantly rewriting THGttG as he was wont to do, I’d love to see it as “Hipsters!”
“Come Mortimer, let’s move on. This transport has clearly gone mainstream.”
Ha ha! Love it!
I think he was young enough to not have kids yet. This is turning into a fact of life for young folks - natural selection has not been rescinded for them. If you can’t figure out how to successfully walk around without getting yourself killed, you won’t survive to reproduce.
My oldest sister was like this, too. Some people are more attached to their martyr complexes than they are to actually doing anything to fix the problem.
I do Dream Work. And sometimes you don’t like what you see. That will be an important piece of information below.
I’ve been struggling with illness and pain for three weeks now. Experiencing some depression and anxiety over it going on for so long. Knew I would be coming in to work to have a talk with my boss about my ‘accomplishments’ for my annual review. When he asked us to list them, I complained that I wasn’t getting enough opportunities to have the kind of accomplishments I would have liked to have had. So I already wasn’t expecting today to be a lot of fun.
Then this morning I had this incredibly unpleasant dream, in which I learn something really terrible about myself (that, admittedly, I needed to learn), waking up about an hour before my alarm was to go off. Kind of left me emotionally wrecked. No, I’m not going to write about what it was.
So all in all, a really fun day all around. 
Then there are people like my mother, and my ex-wife, for whom Martyrdom is not just a way of life, but such an integral part of their identity that they will fight tooth and nail anything that threatens or questions it.
I just went off on my daughter. Full blown went off. Why? The dishes.
She is 20 years old. The only two things she does (currently) that are regular tasks for the whole household are cook dinner on Monday nights, and do the dishes.
She’s emotionally immature for a number of reasons, but she’s really been improving. She’s working two part-time jobs, still less than 25 hours a week. I’ve been hugely proud of her.
But she doesn’t do the dishes unless we remind her. She didn’t work during the day yesterday, and was off completely today. I reminded her last night to do them today. And I walked in tonight, and they are not done.
So I called her at her youth group, and went off. I know I probably should have waited until I calmed down, but I didn’t. I figured, at this point, if she wasn’t getting it by our reminders, maybe she’d understand by my anger.
Lately, if she doesn’t do them soon enough, either my husband or I do them. Right now, it’s four days worth, and that’s from eating in every night. I think we need to stop doing them, or she’ll never learn, she’ll just wait us out.
I’m just plain fed up. The stalling tactics are going to start falling on deaf ears. Consequences will occur, I just need to figure out what they are. It’s a damned awkward age.
Fuck. Now I feel like shit because I went off. Stupid kids. Stupid stress. Stupid hormones. Aaaaarrrrggggghhhhh!
The sheet music for a piece of music I wrote was accepted for publication online a while ago. So why hasn’t the website published it yet? arrgh
Rant 1: Will it ever freaking stop being winter? I’m tired of “high-impact” winter storms and cold.
Rant 2 (much longer):
I think my daughter has whooping cough. Barking cough, super congested, her snot’s so thick she can’t clear her throat. So we’re going to the pediatrician. That’s fine - she’ll probably tell us to do what we’re doing with the steamy bathroom, keeping her comfortable, etc. I can work from home and not have to take time off. Because we’re going to India in 2 and 1/2 weeks. And, of course, both kids tend to get violently, seriously ill a couple of weeks before an international flight. Guess it’s better than during the flight.
But that’s not really my rant. My rant is that my husband accidentally OD’d our daughter on Motrin last night (she’s fine, but I’m not going to be fine for a while). I went to bed last night at 8 at the same time as the kids - I’ve got symptoms too and my head was splitting. My husband woke me 40 minutes later asking if he should give our daughter some Motrin. Sure, says I - a teaspoon and a half, but check the bottle to make sure. Wake me if you need anything. Well, 10 minutes he wakes me to say he read the side of the bottle and accidentally read a TABLESPOON and a half. So he wound up giving her about 3 times the recommended dose. Shit, shit, shit.
So I call our nursing line, who says we may need to go to the ER but gives me the local Poison Control Center to call first. They tell us not to worry - she should be fine, because it was a kids’ formulation, it’s not a huge deal - they can take up to 36 teaspoons of Motrin without being in danger - but (obviously), don’t do it again. So I’m waiting to give her any more Motrin for her fever until we can see the doc today. I’m fucking exhausted (woke up every hour to check on the girl and got up at 4 a.m. to get her into a steamy bathroom since she couldn’t clear her throat), nervous because my daughter is sick and was given too much ibuprofen yesterday, and feel both bad for and super annoyed at my husband.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The danger is probably past and the primary issue is likely going to be discomfort. But she’s feeling much better - eating normally, pretty perky though slightly less energetic than usual, though that’s expected when someone prods you ever hour to make sure you haven’t gone into shock - but still. I’m just done with the day. Done.
God fucking damn it. One of my step-daughters has asked for “Prayers for my daddy because he started chemo again”. AFTER I made a private group for all of our kids and siblings. Because HE DOESN’T WANT HIS CHEMO INFORMATION POSTED TO FACEBOOK WHERE ANYONE CAN SEE IT!!! Which I put in my opening post, and then pinned it. :mad:
I’ve sent her a PM to take it down, but the damage is already done.
Shit. :mad::mad::mad::mad::mad:
I once gave my daughter too much cold medicine. Made the same mistake he did. Scared the crap outta me. Poison control told me the same thing you were told… That kid’s meds are very hard to OD on and that she’d probably just sleep it off. I, too, checked her constantly that night.
I’m betting lots of parents make this mistake Once.
I was kind of expecting to see part of the rant including the people who don’t vaccinate who are causing whooping cough to come back into the general population. I can always spare some extra ire for those selfish assholes.
Dear Internet,
No, everything you are showing me will not, in fact, BLOW MY MIND! Nor is it the MOST AWESOME EVER!
Please stop.
Carry on.