I'm back. I hate everyone. Don't act so surprised, dude.
Oh my smegging Oberon what goddamned happened to everyone over the past year? Oh don't worry, I'm taking no sides. I despise every last human being on the planet with equal fervor. In other news... no, wait, my toxic addiction to haterade is not and never has been news... In actual news...
The heating broke down over Thanksgiving. My dad developed sever gallstones over Christmas. My dad's gallbladder burst just around new years. He spent 21 days in the hospital but was miraculously okay. The organist at my church job was gone for a year with bacterial menengitis but he is also miraculously okay. A wild rabbit took up residence in my yard. My hellhound now weighs 94lbs which would explain why it's no fun when she tries to sit on you. I sang Nedda in a Batman themed production where Nedda was Harley Quinn because of course I did. My sister's rabbit died. My sister adopted another rabbit which may or may not have sharp, pointy teeth. I developed an infection and an abcess in my gums which, much to the shock of the dentist and the periodontist was not the result of tooth decay or a cracked tooth but was an entirely indepent infestation likely brought on by stress. I can do that, apparently. It was my turn to ruin the holidays with a super-fun root scaling. Yay. I especially liked the part where the anasthetic all wore off just before they seared away the infected flesh with a laser but I figured this appointment is almost over, so just suck it up, princess. Good times.
And, that's not even the half of it, but it's enough.
And I'm giving up Facebook for Lent.
Yeah, do I even have to explain why? No, I don't think that I do. Admit it, you're thinking the exact same thing that I am. You can't say what you think on Facebook because you have those friends who will take it all personally because everything you say is clearly about them. You can't vent on Facebook, because now you're friends with every single person you've ever wanted to vent about, or at least with one or two who would be collateral damage. Your beloved family members are all friends with you and bless their dear little hearts they simply cannot stop sharing those goddamned chain letters that start with "I bet you won't share this..." and "This is a test to see who is reading this..." while I think, "You're right, I won't" and "Yep, I guess I failed that test." And let's not forget those other fun little chestnuts like posts that look familar because they're pretty much e-mail forwards from 1997 re-purposed as posts or news stories from a decade ago because this person was a meaniehead you guys and it's still relevant! Also, any share or link that I can debunk on Snopes (especially stuff that pops up debunked on the home page) and the fact that I doubt that so many of my friends "like" real estate brokers and clickbait sites quite as much as Facebook claims that they do. Thanks for sharing that horrific story of just how horrible humanity can be, because we all needed to be feel like crap today. Nope nope nope. Not fun. Don't need it.
I had to replace my car. I had to replace my mattress.
I firmly believe that if you can't "get over it" then you cannot move forward and you will accomplish nothing. I firmly believe that no one has the right to tell other people what they can or cannot say/post or what they can and cannot think based solely on "My precious feelings matter more than you do." No. No they don't.
I have no idea if I am going to blog or write fiction or do nothing. I figure I'm going to bitch quite a bit, but I'll try to refrain from the political ranting because we are all stocked up in that department. The nice thing about not having blogged in a long long loooooong ass time is that I have a bunch of stuff to say, at least enough for one more post. Maybe two. I am probably going to talk about boring crap that only I care about because I can and it's fun.
I secretly hope that Dance Moms won't be cancelled now that Abby Lee Miller is going to jail. I hope they do cancel Scream Queens because my lord are the writers the meanest pieces of work who ever drew breath.
7 years old by Lukas Graham made me stop listening to the radio because every time I hear it I want to find my true love so I can hack him to death with a rusty pair of garden shears. For some reason, I don't hate Lost Boy even though I probably should.
I didn't see Rogue One in the theatre because people said it was like Saving Private Ryan in space and I thought Saving Private Ryan was unutterably depressing. I did see Lego Batman and I am one of those people who says it's the best Batman movie since Tim Burton was at the helm. Dark and goth does not have to mean devoid of all humor and joy. This may mean that I am legally banned from attending cons until I see the error of my ways and repent.
This is the first time in five years or so that I can take a decent shower. No more drought. No more water rationing. The storms blew off part of my neighbor's roof and destroyed on of our sheds. This is as close as I've felt to normal in years.
The heating broke down over Thanksgiving. My dad developed sever gallstones over Christmas. My dad's gallbladder burst just around new years. He spent 21 days in the hospital but was miraculously okay. The organist at my church job was gone for a year with bacterial menengitis but he is also miraculously okay. A wild rabbit took up residence in my yard. My hellhound now weighs 94lbs which would explain why it's no fun when she tries to sit on you. I sang Nedda in a Batman themed production where Nedda was Harley Quinn because of course I did. My sister's rabbit died. My sister adopted another rabbit which may or may not have sharp, pointy teeth. I developed an infection and an abcess in my gums which, much to the shock of the dentist and the periodontist was not the result of tooth decay or a cracked tooth but was an entirely indepent infestation likely brought on by stress. I can do that, apparently. It was my turn to ruin the holidays with a super-fun root scaling. Yay. I especially liked the part where the anasthetic all wore off just before they seared away the infected flesh with a laser but I figured this appointment is almost over, so just suck it up, princess. Good times.
And, that's not even the half of it, but it's enough.
And I'm giving up Facebook for Lent.
Yeah, do I even have to explain why? No, I don't think that I do. Admit it, you're thinking the exact same thing that I am. You can't say what you think on Facebook because you have those friends who will take it all personally because everything you say is clearly about them. You can't vent on Facebook, because now you're friends with every single person you've ever wanted to vent about, or at least with one or two who would be collateral damage. Your beloved family members are all friends with you and bless their dear little hearts they simply cannot stop sharing those goddamned chain letters that start with "I bet you won't share this..." and "This is a test to see who is reading this..." while I think, "You're right, I won't" and "Yep, I guess I failed that test." And let's not forget those other fun little chestnuts like posts that look familar because they're pretty much e-mail forwards from 1997 re-purposed as posts or news stories from a decade ago because this person was a meaniehead you guys and it's still relevant! Also, any share or link that I can debunk on Snopes (especially stuff that pops up debunked on the home page) and the fact that I doubt that so many of my friends "like" real estate brokers and clickbait sites quite as much as Facebook claims that they do. Thanks for sharing that horrific story of just how horrible humanity can be, because we all needed to be feel like crap today. Nope nope nope. Not fun. Don't need it.
I had to replace my car. I had to replace my mattress.
I firmly believe that if you can't "get over it" then you cannot move forward and you will accomplish nothing. I firmly believe that no one has the right to tell other people what they can or cannot say/post or what they can and cannot think based solely on "My precious feelings matter more than you do." No. No they don't.
I have no idea if I am going to blog or write fiction or do nothing. I figure I'm going to bitch quite a bit, but I'll try to refrain from the political ranting because we are all stocked up in that department. The nice thing about not having blogged in a long long loooooong ass time is that I have a bunch of stuff to say, at least enough for one more post. Maybe two. I am probably going to talk about boring crap that only I care about because I can and it's fun.
I secretly hope that Dance Moms won't be cancelled now that Abby Lee Miller is going to jail. I hope they do cancel Scream Queens because my lord are the writers the meanest pieces of work who ever drew breath.
7 years old by Lukas Graham made me stop listening to the radio because every time I hear it I want to find my true love so I can hack him to death with a rusty pair of garden shears. For some reason, I don't hate Lost Boy even though I probably should.
I didn't see Rogue One in the theatre because people said it was like Saving Private Ryan in space and I thought Saving Private Ryan was unutterably depressing. I did see Lego Batman and I am one of those people who says it's the best Batman movie since Tim Burton was at the helm. Dark and goth does not have to mean devoid of all humor and joy. This may mean that I am legally banned from attending cons until I see the error of my ways and repent.
This is the first time in five years or so that I can take a decent shower. No more drought. No more water rationing. The storms blew off part of my neighbor's roof and destroyed on of our sheds. This is as close as I've felt to normal in years.