It's furniture-throwing time: New Angroyed thread

[G.C.R]

There is no way this essay is coming in at even close to the maximum word count, and I've still got lots to write. And its due tomorrow. And its a fun subject, but after writing about it for what feels like forever I want to think about something else now please. And the minute I hand it in I have to write another one, and the minute I finish that one I have 3 days window to study for an exam, and as soon as the essay's finished I have to write another draft of my script in two weeks, and as soon as those weeks are up the next term starts, and on and on no matter how I try to stop them things keep occuring

[diesel_powered]

It's kinda weird to depend on racist epithets to describe what is essentially the default case. I'm sure he gets plenty of mileage out of his shitty phrase of choice.

Not only that, but he has a shitty phrase for almost everything.

When I finished coughing, I yelled, "What the fuck was that!?" and a few seconds later I saw a pile of live mice come pouring out of the end of the hose in the flood of pool water.

I'm pretty sure I would have had some kind of nervous breakdown at that point.

[Ignatius]

If you frame that incident properly and pass it off as fiction, you're guaranteed to get it published in some magazine.

[clare]

As long as you start thinking of the hose as being "connected to the mouse reservoir" you should do OK out of it. I had a tap that was connected to the spider reservoir at a house I lived in once. It was kind of scary, but as long as I remembered that it was, it was all OK.

[diesel_powered]

Normally, I'm not a person who freaks out at little critters (i.e. scurrying across the floor), but close bodily encounters with them freak me the fuck out.

Also, I'm sure the cats would be absolutely ecstatic to know that there's a mouse reservoir on site.

[Ignatius]

I like to tell the time I put a boot on and how tgere was a desiccated dead mouse inside but the hose-full-of-mice sets an incomprehensible standard for all other encounters. Your husband is like the Emily Dickinson of human-mouse poetry.

[mixed cats]

The shed all the pool stuff is in was so poorly built.. We found a couple bird nests in odd places and there are six wasp nests inside the roof. I hate everything the people who lived here before us built, because it's all falling apart now.

[Greg Nog]

When I finished coughing, I yelled, "What the fuck was that!?" and a few seconds later I saw a pile of live mice come pouring out of the end of the hose in the flood of pool water.

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[diesel_powered]

I am so fucking sick of my living situation right now. I'm fucking sick of people who are too fucking batshit to see further than the end of their nose. I'm sick of the yelling. I'm sick of the racist epithets. I'm fucking sick of having to force myself to get shit done for no money and little hope for change. And I'm really really fucking sick of people telling me I have nothing to complain about.

[diesel_powered]

So apparently it's I-want-to-murder-everyone-I-know week. I hate complaining about it on the internet, but I got nobody else to complain to. Nobody else that I don't want to murder, at any rate.

[jm]

HOLY SHIT am I in some real pain

[elpollodiablo]

From what?

[jm]

Sleeping badly, mostly.  My back is super fucked up, and my right shoulder (which is my strap shoulder for playing the juds) is super wicked totally to the max fucked up.  Like, if I breathe deeply enough that shoulder hurts.

[clare]

I thought that was normal (having a shoulder that hurts when you breathe...) Sorry for your pain. Have you tried the usual tricks? (hot shower, heat pack etc in the short term, some kind of physio/osteo in the medium term, strengthening exercises in the long term)

[Bernard]

LA Film Fest is a wreck organizationally. Do not make an Angeleno pay twice for parking, you fuckups!

[jm]

I thought that was normal (having a shoulder that hurts when you breathe...) Sorry for your pain. Have you tried the usual tricks? (hot shower, heat pack etc in the short term, some kind of physio/osteo in the medium term, strengthening exercises in the long term)

yes to the former two, no to the latter two. I'm posting right now because I'm wide awake in pain because of this.

[diesel_powered]

Goddamn. Sounds like a job for vicodin and muscle relaxers. Hope you get some resolution on that.

[clare]

Some fucking arsehole broke into my car overnight and stole my camera. The one that takes film. It's worth almost nothing to them as there are very few pawn shops in town these days, and who wants to buy a second hand film camera anyway (apart from me, now). I was almost finished with Bernard's project too. *sigh*

[diesel_powered]

That is some fucking bullshit.

[clare]

The annoying thing is I'm not quite sure how they got in. Car was locked yesterday evening, and locked this morning when I went out to it. The interior was a mess though (stuff scattered all over). All they took was the camera (worth bugger all) and some parking change. And the spare key for the house, which means we have to spend $300 changing all the fucking locks now.

[G.C.R]

ugh, Clare, that sucks, I'm really sorry.

[milesofsparks]

wow, Clare, that is terrible.  what a pain!

[clare]

Thanks, it is a pain. At least now the locks are all changed so there's no way they can use the key if they'd thought they might. No sign of the camera yet. I'm pretty sure they'll just dump it when (if) they realise it's a film camera rather than digital. I assume their little drug addled brains just went "ooh. camera. money." although there are all of two pawn shops left in town (both the same company) and none of the photographic shops sell second hand gear anymore...I'm sure they didn't even open the bag to check it. Fortunately they didn't take what was actually the most valuable stuff in the car - I had 3 or 4 baby carriers (each with a resale of $100+) but to junkies they'd just look like mess that was in the way of finding the stuff they wanted :-)

[diesel_powered]

People who break into cars are pretty much the stupidest people ever. The last time my car was broken into, they tried to rip off the radio (which I'd bolted to the frame entirely for the purpose of ruining some thief's day) and succeeded only in ripping off it's face. $2,000 worth of photographic equipment in the trunk? Untouched. Sure, I was lucky, but they were fucking idiots.

[Maaik]

Yeah, my car was broken into outside of our practice space a couple years ago.  Radio?  Untouched.  Stuff in the trunk?  Still there.  They broke a window and rifled through my papers then moved on.  Christ, what an asshole.