goodness, there are a lot of you. mitchell didn't mention that i'd have an actual audience for my rambling. i don't know how much about our life she's told you, so if you've got any questions, feel free to ask me to put things into context. (i might ignore you, but you can feel free to ask
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Sparky, on the other hand, will never have any clue how close he is to exploring the bottom of the lake firsthand. Without scuba gear. vtwopointoh suggested it a while ago, but he's the bloodthirsty one. You know you've got a problem when I start thinking it's a good idea.
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I am indeed twitching with sympathy. I have never lived in a house undergoing renovations and this post certainly reinforces the reasons I wish to avoid the experience.
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That said, you have my sympathy. Do you at least have your stuff partly in storage, or is everything you own covered in some form of chemical dust?
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mitchell, on the other hand, keeps carping about how her kitchen isn't finished yet & she is being forced to cook in the basement kitchen (the abomination's former kitchen). my symapthy for her is lessoned by the fact that the basement kitchen is about six times larger than the kitchen in the crackerbox apartment we moved out of. she is not impressed by this argument.
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although perhaps i will recruit labor from the vast & varied cross-section of people who appear to be interested in my ranting & we can all finish the project ourselves...
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My deepest sympathies. I thought I was clever to have a house built offsite, then moved to my land for setup. They assured me it would be a week to ten days, so I settled into the motel for a two-weeks stay; I knew 'a week' wouldn't cut it. (That is, the final setup on the land. The building took over a year but, since I was still in my home, it didn't matter.)
I finally got to move out of the motel and into my new home SIX weeks (and change) later! I wish I'd met you then; I could have benefited from your extensive expertise with cussing. (I need lessons; my dad was military, but he never cussed around his kids.)
But at least the motel had internet. ::twitches in sympathy:: I sincerely hope you have no more outages.
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as to the cussing: when in doubt, follow a simple formula. mild pejorative ('damn', 'goddamn', 'no-good', 'scum-sucking', etc) + animal + sexual act + collective noun, obscene or no. to wit: 'goddamn puppy-fucking bastard(s)', 'scum-sucking goat-fellating son-of-a-bitch', &c. for extra vim & vigor, one may double or further compound portions of the program, to deliver the two-for-one punch of, for instance, 'goddamn scum-sucking puppy-fucking goat-fellating ant-licking son-of-a-bitch jizz-burpers', and so forth.
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::big, big grin:: I saw this just before I shut down the computer on Tuesday night, and went to bed chuckling aloud.
Thank you for the lesson. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to say such things aloud; my internal censor casts a long shadow. But at least I'll be able to think them, which is far better sputtering fruitlessly even in my own mind. I don't think I'll ever rise to 'puppy-fucking' (puppies don't deserve such a fate), but I could really swing with 'goddamn scum-sucking, shit-eating asshole'. Wheeee!
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A friend invited us to pile on a troll that invaded her LJ. I was able to call Bush "a goddamn scum-sucking puddle of pig-snot", and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Your teaching has already born fruit, and I sincerely appreciate it.
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