Had a good, if stressing weekend. This is mostly a reminder to myself to actually write about it before the memory slips away. I'm just killing time as my computer scans itself uselessly while I try and figure out what's wrong with it. I'm just fucking exhausted from every goddamned step and every motherfucking thing being a fight for the past ( Read more... )

I've spent the last couple of weeks re-familiarizing myself with L5R. The question at hand, presented to me by other people, was pretty simple - "Was it really as bad as you think it was? Really?" The answer is of course no. I have far too active of an imagination and a well developed sense of bitterness to make anyone rational think it was that ( Read more... )

You know, I'm not trying for the martyr thing here, but every now and again I just wanna rub my temples and ask "don't you fuckers get it?" I don't wake up in the morning and say to myself, "Self, this will be a fantastic day to be an asshole to everyone you talk to today. For no reason at all. Hopefully, you will have a chance to jump all up and ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wish the shit I did at work wasn't so sensitive so I could vent about it to people. I'm not moving nukalur missiles around or anything, but the most frustrating shit I deal with at the office is invariably the sort of shit no one outside the company can really hear about.

I took a look through the past few years on my livejournal today ( Read more... )

Things aren't all that bad. I have a job I have a pretty enviable amount of freedom in. I have a nice home that, if I so chose, I could punch a hole in a wall or put up completely new cabinets. I have my own car. I have the respect and admiration of bigots, drunks, and sexists everywhere. So, as the wise man once asked, "y so srs?"

I have a history ( Read more... )

I don't drink beer. Not really. I think there's been one beer that I liked, but it was a microbrew in Cincinnatti that I'll never have again, and that makes me sad. I drink Guiness, but that doesn't count because it's something of a genetic obligation. On the whole, I don't like beer, and it usually makes me a little nauseous. However, there are ( Read more... )

It's a play on words, you see.

Anyway, someone poked me by IM asking why I had been so quiet preceeding and even after the election. Every couple of years I tend to get a little uh... involved in the process, so a sudden wave of radio silence I guess made him worry if I had a heart attack or if I had finally made good on my ten year old promise ( ( Read more... )

"The cynic wants to believe. But far too much has happened, and inspiration is no longer enough. The cynic will need to be convinced... Someone will have to measure the wreckage. Someone will have to walk through the ruins. Someone will have to count the cost." - The Cynic and Senator Obama, by Charles P. Pierce

It's a four month old article at this ( Read more... )

That I constantly deal with adults who cannot act like they made it out of junior high? Am I serving penance or something?

... fight the urge to answer that.

It's not that I hate you people, it's just that I've had a pretty intense week or so, and I just don't want to deal with your bullshit. The parts where I have to hold your hand and appreciate your ugly fingerpainting like a kindergarten teacher won't happen this week, sorry.

Cincinnati was not a good time. It was, to borrow a phrase - bad times. ( Read more... )