grousing; shipping
I HATE HATE HATE parking in downtown Oklahoma City. There is none, even by the big stinkin' brand new library. And when I am waiting to back out to retry navigating into the one teeny parallel parking space I do find, I've got a hatchback on the street behind me whose driver clearly does not see me waving frantically to go on and pass me. Since he won't pass, I can't back out into the street to try again, so I'm forced to pull forward out of the space and abandon my attempt, and the shit steals my spot. Did you not see me waving to pass me, moron? ARGH! After the third drive around the block by the the Chick-Fil-A and wasting a third of my lunch hour, I said the fuck with it. I don't want chicken that much. Taco Bell fills me up cheaper anyway.
Bright side: My Firefly DVDs have finally shipped. :D No more downloading! At least I'm going to try to hold out, anyway. Arrrgh... maybe seeing Serenity a second time will ease the wait. ;)
ETA: And since I'm killin' time... I'm going to give a go again at that shipping rant thing I fizzled out on a few months back.
So... pick a pairing, any pairing. (In something you know I'm at least vaguely familiar with, anyway.) And I'll rant at least 100 words on it. And I'll actually do it, this time. ;)
Bright side: My Firefly DVDs have finally shipped. :D No more downloading! At least I'm going to try to hold out, anyway. Arrrgh... maybe seeing Serenity a second time will ease the wait. ;)
ETA: And since I'm killin' time... I'm going to give a go again at that shipping rant thing I fizzled out on a few months back.
So... pick a pairing, any pairing. (In something you know I'm at least vaguely familiar with, anyway.) And I'll rant at least 100 words on it. And I'll actually do it, this time. ;)