Step off, jerkwads of the universe.
RE: http://www.livejournal.com/community/scans_daily/817267.html?thread=20050035
phthoggos, man...No. You are wrong. And stop harping on the OMG RAPE of the DCU. When you do that, for some reason, you make me want to rant at you. Please stop. You produce the seething rage inside of me that I thought had been dealt with in Japan. You bring out the worst in me, and I have no desire to be f_w'd.
On the plus side, he's better than Uncle Fred, who did everything but pat my head and say "good puppy!" as he and Aunt Jane left on Saturday. I'm 24. I told him more than once during their short stay that I'm 24. I'm also an educated, articulate, opinionated, voting, news-comprehending ADULT, thankyouverymuch.
I know, I know, I really shouldn't be surprised. Uncle Fred is like one of those terminal academics who have no idea how to function in the real world, including interacting with people. More than once, an argument between Dad and Uncle Fred was averted. (Because while Dad is also Hopelessly Academic, he works with a bunch of people who don't agree with his politics. And he has basic social skills.)
Dude, did you fail to read our bumperstickers as you parked your car? We're LIBERAL MOTHERFUCKAS. We live in a college town. I worked for Howard Dean and John Kerry's election campaigns. Dad believes in taxing gas in EXCESS of $4. My mother used to leave the room every time Bush was on TV (now she just makes fun of him).
So he came into our home, insulted out politics (while we stayed remarkably polite and Aunt Jane appeared to be dying of embarrassment), and to top it off, said goodbye to me using words that can be boiled down to "aren't you cute, you're almost like a real adult now."
Gah! *makes obscene gesture in the general direction of Maryland*
On a truly positive note, first day of the last semester of college EVER. YESSSSSSSS.
phthoggos, man...No. You are wrong. And stop harping on the OMG RAPE of the DCU. When you do that, for some reason, you make me want to rant at you. Please stop. You produce the seething rage inside of me that I thought had been dealt with in Japan. You bring out the worst in me, and I have no desire to be f_w'd.
On the plus side, he's better than Uncle Fred, who did everything but pat my head and say "good puppy!" as he and Aunt Jane left on Saturday. I'm 24. I told him more than once during their short stay that I'm 24. I'm also an educated, articulate, opinionated, voting, news-comprehending ADULT, thankyouverymuch.
I know, I know, I really shouldn't be surprised. Uncle Fred is like one of those terminal academics who have no idea how to function in the real world, including interacting with people. More than once, an argument between Dad and Uncle Fred was averted. (Because while Dad is also Hopelessly Academic, he works with a bunch of people who don't agree with his politics. And he has basic social skills.)
Dude, did you fail to read our bumperstickers as you parked your car? We're LIBERAL MOTHERFUCKAS. We live in a college town. I worked for Howard Dean and John Kerry's election campaigns. Dad believes in taxing gas in EXCESS of $4. My mother used to leave the room every time Bush was on TV (now she just makes fun of him).
So he came into our home, insulted out politics (while we stayed remarkably polite and Aunt Jane appeared to be dying of embarrassment), and to top it off, said goodbye to me using words that can be boiled down to "aren't you cute, you're almost like a real adult now."
Gah! *makes obscene gesture in the general direction of Maryland*
On a truly positive note, first day of the last semester of college EVER. YESSSSSSSS.