The Day I Want To Die (The Day, Not Me)
1) As a rule, I tend to find arguing with Creationists to be almost as onerous as cleaning up after my dog barehanded. That's because, and I'm sorry if I'm being repetive, the vast majority of Creationists think that because they think that the Bible is 100% true, that's a superior replacement to actually learning about biology and other sciences. And for some reason, they get testy when I point out the fact that they don't know crap about what they're talking about. And then, then, here's the kicker, some of them will try to end their arguments by unsubtly inferring that since I won't allow myself to be browbeaten into thinking exactly like them, Jesus will reject me and be pointing and laughing as I wallow in hellfire. Aren't these "true Christians" so wonderful that they can predict my future?
2) I can be very sensitive about my art. I'm sorry, but, if I get the impression that you don't like my art, I can't help but to react to your very presence as though you're wearing cow diarrhea and goose vomit. There's this ass over at Wikipedia who thinks my reconstruction of the Viti Levu Giant Pigeon is a freakish flight of fancy simply because I reconstructed it as a goura pigeon. Yet, he has the unmitigated gall to think that he can mitigate his lambasting and attempted removal of my picture by saying "it's a nice rendering." Then, later, he goes on to remove my reconstructions of some other prehistoric birds because he thinks they're inaccurate. If he wants to get better pictures, fine then, let him replace mine with better pictures. But until then, I'd sooner bite off and swallow my own toes than let that fucking fucktard think he can dictate what I can and can't post on Wikipedia simply because they don't match his mental images.
3) I hate it when I see people using cellphones. Not only because I've narrowly avoided getting hit by several drivers who think they can talk and drive at the same time, but because I have to sit with this annoying Asian lady who talks so loud into her cellphone headset that the person on the other 'phone can hear her without the cellphone.
The only bright sides to this miserable day was that a) my mother was genuinely sympathetic, b) my check from Pinecone Research came and c) the honeydew we grew was actually tasty.
2) I can be very sensitive about my art. I'm sorry, but, if I get the impression that you don't like my art, I can't help but to react to your very presence as though you're wearing cow diarrhea and goose vomit. There's this ass over at Wikipedia who thinks my reconstruction of the Viti Levu Giant Pigeon is a freakish flight of fancy simply because I reconstructed it as a goura pigeon. Yet, he has the unmitigated gall to think that he can mitigate his lambasting and attempted removal of my picture by saying "it's a nice rendering." Then, later, he goes on to remove my reconstructions of some other prehistoric birds because he thinks they're inaccurate. If he wants to get better pictures, fine then, let him replace mine with better pictures. But until then, I'd sooner bite off and swallow my own toes than let that fucking fucktard think he can dictate what I can and can't post on Wikipedia simply because they don't match his mental images.
3) I hate it when I see people using cellphones. Not only because I've narrowly avoided getting hit by several drivers who think they can talk and drive at the same time, but because I have to sit with this annoying Asian lady who talks so loud into her cellphone headset that the person on the other 'phone can hear her without the cellphone.
The only bright sides to this miserable day was that a) my mother was genuinely sympathetic, b) my check from Pinecone Research came and c) the honeydew we grew was actually tasty.