Mini-rant the first: My vacation began at exactly 17:30 Saturday, April 27. Because I don’t want to pay outrageously high prices for travel, the actual vacation (i.e. travel) doesn’t begin until May 2.
Mini-rant the second: I’m still getting “stop the hate” bigoted nonsense on Facebook from relatives.
Mini-rant the third: The bigoted nonsense has two hashtags. The first is #stopthehate and the second is #Americafirst. Wow. Nice job on emulating neo-Nazis.
Mini-rant the fourth, part the first: In two days, I’ll be inundated with clowns wishing me “Happy Star Wars Day”.
Mini-rant the fourth, part the second: I fucking hated that movie. I do not like Star Wars. If you actually know me, then you should already know that.
Mini-rant the fourth, part the third: May 4th is not “May the Force”, you morons.
Mini-rant the fifth: I signed up with an electric scooter share service in Beijing. Mostly it’s wonderful. The parts that aren’t wonderful are the selfish scum who lock the fucking scooter up with their own locks or even lock the things up inside a shed, shop, or some other enclosure which the paying public can’t enter without breaking some laws, and, of course, those folks who vandalize the things so that the paying public end up walking some distance because the app says there’s a working scooter at a particular place but i reality it’s some brand new piece of modern art instead of a functioning machine.
Got to the college campus a little early to do some prep work for today’s classes. The closest parking lot is barricaded, so I need to drive to the distant lot and walk an extra three minutes (no biggie). No explanation given for the closure, so I started a rumor by telling my students that it’s the end-of-the-semester party and that’s where they’re putting up the Ferris wheel and cotton candy machines (as if!).
Also the hallway monitors, when working, don’t show the right time. It’s not like they’re exactly an hour off, more like a hour and 22 minutes off. Bizarre and confusing.
Some people swear by it, but to me chili is Southwest and cornbread is Southeast. I hate that kind of culture clash.
You know what I really hate, though? Bowed bass solos on jazz albums. I have a strict “no Slam Stewart” policy here because he was partial to them, but every once in a while some other bass player will dig out a bow and start sawing away. Use your fingers like god intended, asshole.
This morning’s commute.
I’m in the left lane about a 1.5 car lengths behind the car in front of me. Rush hour traffic is packed.
Guy in the right lane decides that 1.5 is the perfect place to put his car and pulls in front of me. It’s packed so I’m not really pissed.
Guy then decides that it’s best to make a gap 12.5 car lengths in front of him as traffic to my right happily whisks by.
I want to burn his villages and kill his peasants.
How people use the word ‘problematic’ has been bothering me more and more recently. There is nothing wrong with being pissed off for any reason, but declaring something ‘problematic’ seems to be used as a statement of fact that a thing is wrong and other people should be upset but the speaker doesn’t accept the responsibility to specifically state why. Or their vague declaration is meant to beg other people to ask why and give them the opportunity to shower the internet with their wokeness.
Yeah! My mom is becoming politically active!
Boo! She’s completely wrong and will not listen to facts!
She received a letter from her electric company strongly suggesting she contact her lawmakers to vote against renewable energy. She’s all in! She’s read the letter to me three times now. It says, honest to whatever, that solar energy means you can’t watch your TV at night and wind power means no laundry when there’s not wind. I tried explaining to her that’s not how it works, but I know nothing. I read to her from scientific sites. Oh, people lie on the internet.
She asked me to print off some form letters for her to mail to her legislators. I did.
I changed vote against to vote for. Hope she doesn’t read them thoroughly.
Not only did he invent scat singing BEFORE Louis Armstrong, but many of his ‘20s recordings are attributed to “Ukulele Ike and his Hot Combination,” with cornet, trombone, brass bass, piano, and drums.
Two, two, two rants in one!
I’m in the midst of selling my condo, having taken up residence with my fiancee a few months ago.
The closing has been postponed three times now. Each time, I’ve had to call the power company and my homeowner’s insurer to postpone the cancellation of coverage and service. The three delays have been because the lending bank had not cleared to close. They finally did the day before yesterday, and the buyer had her walk-through last night, for an anticipated closing today. Hurrah!
Except her agent called my agent last night (9ish!) to delay the closing until … the tub drains faster. :dubious: I listed the unit as-is. They had the inspection a few weeks ago, and I presume the inspector opened every water tap to see how the water flows and drains.
So my agent goes to the unit last night at 10pm, because he has the only set of keys left (I gave all mine to my attorney so I wouldn’t have to attend the closing) and plunged the tub. He then sent me, and presumably buyer’s agent, cellphone video of the tub draining.
And he had to go to the unit again today to meet the buyer and her agent because they insisted the problem isn’t fixed. :rolleyes: If this is actually about a slow-draining tub, I’m the Czar of all the Russias. But why they actually want to delay closing, I can’t fathom. It can’t be the buyer’s agent, who’s making more off the deal than my agent, who’s going above and beyond (plunging a tub at 10pm!) to keep this deal on-track. I’m on fucking pins and needles, alternating between worry and frustrated anger!
After well and truly moving out of my condo, I had my mail forwarded to my fiancee’s home where I live now. Way back on April 12. I receive my monthly commuter-train pass by mail, and it’s never failed to arrive before the first of the month. Until now. :mad: I have received some forwarded mail at my new address, and it’s well past the 7-10 days the Postal Service said it would take to receive forwarded mail. So I had to buy a ten-ride ticket to get to work the last couple of days despite my monthly pass being already fucking paid for.
I’m fucking sick to death of Queen. It’s everywhere now, since just before that shit movie came out. I can’t escape it. TV commercials, radio, music channels.
Can we give this tired shit a rest already? Honestly, the vast majority of it sucked when first released.
