when christopher hitchens dies, I'm gonna have a *field day*
Ugh. Horrible mood. It might have something to do with the 0.2 hours of sleep I got last night, but I'm not sure. ::mainlines Prozac::
Our home computer is back in minimum passable working order. John had to run the Windows recovery disc and everything is fucked. Almost none of our apps are working and the monitor has these *huge* icons and the whole thing only shows 16 colors. Gah! Rage! Death to machines!
Speaking of rage, can all you armchair contrarian pundits finally STFU about what a shitty president you thought Reagan was? Yeah, I know it's all cool and anti-establishment to be that one vigilant voice of snarky dissent when the whole world is honoring him, but the dude died, so naturally people are going to want to talk about his accomplishments, not harp on and on about some policy he implemented twenty years ago that put your panties in a twist.
I think we should *all* be so brave as to point out a dead person's flaws ad nauseam, just after they die. We can all go to your mom's funeral and cluck with superiority, "aah, what a shitty tipper. I heard she sprinkled when she tinkled. Your dad said she was a lousy lay." Thank GOD somebody is finally strong enough to speak the truth about dead people. Whew.
So in closing, ahem, frothing on like a rabid mouth-breather about how horrible some dead president was is pointless and in hideously bad taste. If you had such concerns about the things he did, uh, maybe you should've brought them up when there was something he could do about it, instead of jumping up and down during his funeral screeching "hey! he sucked! I'm unique, look at meeee!"
Gah. Grave vultures really piss me off.
Our home computer is back in minimum passable working order. John had to run the Windows recovery disc and everything is fucked. Almost none of our apps are working and the monitor has these *huge* icons and the whole thing only shows 16 colors. Gah! Rage! Death to machines!
Speaking of rage, can all you armchair contrarian pundits finally STFU about what a shitty president you thought Reagan was? Yeah, I know it's all cool and anti-establishment to be that one vigilant voice of snarky dissent when the whole world is honoring him, but the dude died, so naturally people are going to want to talk about his accomplishments, not harp on and on about some policy he implemented twenty years ago that put your panties in a twist.
I think we should *all* be so brave as to point out a dead person's flaws ad nauseam, just after they die. We can all go to your mom's funeral and cluck with superiority, "aah, what a shitty tipper. I heard she sprinkled when she tinkled. Your dad said she was a lousy lay." Thank GOD somebody is finally strong enough to speak the truth about dead people. Whew.
So in closing, ahem, frothing on like a rabid mouth-breather about how horrible some dead president was is pointless and in hideously bad taste. If you had such concerns about the things he did, uh, maybe you should've brought them up when there was something he could do about it, instead of jumping up and down during his funeral screeching "hey! he sucked! I'm unique, look at meeee!"
Gah. Grave vultures really piss me off.