more fucking annoying shit.

[morgan]

Apples to Apples is one of my favourite games EVER.

[elpollodiablo]

So I spent an hour standing on the corner of Lombard and Hyde tonight waiting on a trolley with spare room b/c the lady said that her experience of the city would not be complete without a ride. An hour spent watching full cars go past. I really wanted to go to City Lights tonight, but instead I stood on a street corner for an hour. Eventually we caught a car going the opposite direction--just for the experience--three blocks down the hill. Three blocks. We caught a cab at the bottom. The lady says I'm being a complete asshole about things, but tell me that is not fucking ridiculous

[diesel_powered]

I'll give ye an Amen.

Now if you stood around for that long waiting to ride one of the celebrated San Franciscan homosexuals... well that would have been worth it, even if it was only for three blocks.

[diesel_powered]

Also, it's late, I'm tired, and I have to go wrangle teenagers tomorrow. Again. And my shoulder hurts.

[SPACERACE]

that's completely ridiculous, fire her.

[Greg Nog]

Apples to Apples is one of my favourite games EVER.

I've posted this before, but when I was playing this one night with my lurker friend, I got one of the blank cards that you can fill in with whatever you want.  After I created it, I believe I played it for the adjective "Sexy":

[Greg Nog]

hey, how come this thread gets to have a vulgar title, but my "happier than a horny pig in shit" had to be changed to appease Nog?

If it helps any, jeb, I'm annoyed by this title, also.  And this is on-topic, even!

[girl]

Also pigs don't have paydays.

[auto-da-fey]

I stopped reading Gawker almost a year ago, because it was too time-consuming and I'm not even a New Yorker. But I just got sucked back into it today--more specifically, its series on the "doucheblogging" of lame filmmaker Eric Schaeffer. This is painful on many levels.

[RavingLunatic]

Oh, man, I forgot to take my anti-depressant like 2 of the last 3 days or something, and I'm paying a steep fucking price right now. I feel so horrible. Usually, I'd just try to get some sleep in this situation, but I tried that an hour ago, and apparently the chemical imbalance in my brain gives me fucking terrifying nightmares, so I'm not doing that either. I took a second pill a bit ago, but it takes time before it starts working. Ugh.

[Andrew_TSKS]

man... ever have one of those days where everything that you are trying to do but having a lot of trouble doing crashes down on you at once and you're like "OH JESUS CHRIST I AM SO FUCKED WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?"

yeah, well, i'm having one of those days.

regrettably necessary things i've had to do in the last few hours: almost certainly flake on booking a pink reason show (basically said "dude, i can try--and potentially fail--to get you a crappy show that won't be any fun, or i can just give up right now and you can try for something else"), possibly/probably flake on a show i was even more stoked about booking, for a reunited version of a richmond band i loved as a teenager, due to the fact that it falls on the same weekend as "Best Friend's Day", which in and of itself gives me fucking hives due to the sheer overwhelming insincerity and emptyheaded drunken hugfest nature of the whole event, send a "is this project in the process of drying up and blowing away?" email to the group of kids i'm working with about starting a local club [current situations having been a painful reminder of how much we desperately need such a thing]... ok, that's it for the shitty things i've had to do today. but i think we've just begun a chain of crap that will extend over the next month or more. also, i've realized that i'm incredibly behind on several writing projects that i'm by no means guaranteed to get motivated about anytime in the near future. gahhhh. kill me now and spare me the oncoming pain.

[hannah]

I stopped reading Gawker almost a year ago, because it was too time-consuming and I'm not even a New Yorker. But I just got sucked back into it today--more specifically, its series on the "doucheblogging" of lame filmmaker Eric Schaeffer. This is painful on many levels.

You mean you didn't deign to read my lively and titillating contribution to that fine WWW establishment? Shameful, adf! Positively disgusting!

Ugh, I had my writing workshop class last night. I'm pissed off because one of the people in the class didn't bother to write any sort of critique of my short story. That's sort of bullshit, I have to say; it's his turn next Monday, and I'll definitely go through his piece page by page and write the required assessment. Golden rule, what!

[auto-da-fey]

You mean you didn't deign to read my lively and titillating contribution to that fine WWW establishment? Shameful, adf! Positively disgusting!

Wait, I did read that! I just mean I erased it from my bookmarks and don't ever voluntarily go there. I'm still trapped in the Gawker empire thanks to my allegiance to Fleshbot and my cursory browsing of Idolator.

[hannah]

But Jezebel has pictures of cute lion cubs and baby hedgehogs and also Faith Hill. And Defamer is boring. Submit, Whit. Surrender to the Gawker Monster!

[auto-da-fey]

See, the good Jezebel posts are linked at either Feministing (i.e., the Faith Hill thing) or Fleshbot (if they're about sex), so I can consume it without actually reading it, exactly. So I guess Nick Denton does own my soul.

[auto-da-fey]

Holy FUCK do I hate my neighbor. I'm not sure whether she's an actress or just a psychotic, but about once every 90 minutes she'll shatter the peaceful midday calm with a random shriek. An hour ago it was, "WHY CAN'T YOU FUCKING LET ME LEAD MY OWN LIFE," followed by silence. Then, just now, she screamed, "IIIIIIIIIIII LOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU!!!!"

I don't think there's anyone in her apartment with her, so I don't know what's up. I manage to maintain mental tranquility, though, by reminding myself that if I wanted unbroken quiet, I could always move back to southern Minnesota or my old apartment in Miami.

[auto-da-fey]

Holy FUCK do I hate my neighbor.

Actually, I guess I don't really hate her. I'm not that bitter a person. But Christ, is she obnoxious.

[nonotyet]

fucking student loan people "losing" the letter that I faxed them three weeks ago about extending my forebearance months and that was the second time I sent it and the first time was in the mail wrapped in a check that they cashed yet mysteriously lost the letter
maybe the lord is trying to tell me to find a way to make the payments already but i would really like to know how unless the lord is also telling me to give up on a career and just become a stripper
I will kill them
and their children
motherfuckers

 

[RavingLunatic]

Oh, man, I forgot to take my anti-depressant like 2 of the last 3 days or something, and I'm paying a steep fucking price right now. I feel so horrible. Usually, I'd just try to get some sleep in this situation, but I tried that an hour ago, and apparently the chemical imbalance in my brain gives me fucking terrifying nightmares, so I'm not doing that either. I took a second pill a bit ago, but it takes time before it starts working. Ugh.

Unbelievably, this actually got worse for a few hours, and I was converted into a human suffering machine who could do nothing more than writhe around on the floor and wring my hands. I'm not sure why it got better in the last hour, it was either that the anti-depressants I took finally started to kick in (I took 3) or I the pain pills I took helped (I wasn't in pain, but I've been taking them every day 'cause I usually am in pain, and part of my agony may have been due to withdrawal). Jesus, that shit was awful. And scary. It's really disquieting to know that I'm this dependent on drugs.

[diesel_powered]

I found out that I won't be assisting for another three weeks. The position went to the less qualified skill-wise/more qualified on paper person.

And honestly, it's not about the money. It's about the fact that I love teaching and I know this person won't do as good a job as I will because she totally lacks the skill set required to teach the class I would have had.

Sometimes the arrogance of the people who are just a mere year ahead of me in school boggles my mind. And people's reluctance to campaign on my behalf because they're either selfishly jealous of my work or insecure about their own work infuriates me.

Admittedly this is simply one in a long, long list of professional rejections (and I guess I can consider myself lucky that thus far, all of my rejections have cleared the way for better things) and I'll be over it by morning, but right now it's kind of depressing.

[RavingLunatic]

I must've missed it, but what position were you trying to get, Diesel?

[diesel_powered]

I've been assisting teaching a bunch of high school kids art for the past three weeks and I was hoping to be able to do it for another three weeks, but alas it's a no go.

[rockmeamadeus]

diesel: fuck, man, that blows.

what sucks: if you do not have a corkscrew, or a drill and woodscrew, and need to open a bottle of wine... do not, I reiterate, DO NOT fucking push the cork down INTO the bottle. You would be surprised at how much fuckin' pressure there is in there and how wine can pour out of it like a geyser...

Man what a fucking stupid idea...

[diesel_powered]

Eeek. That sucks. Best to go at it with a knife in that situation.

[rockmeamadeus]

well see, the cork was falling apart, as they sometimes do when a bottle has been in non-premium conditions for too long... so it was no going with the knife. I had half the cork out, and figured... why not?

And now there is cabernet sauvignon all over the kitchen and I have to clean it with a broke-ass leg, way inconvenient.

Really funny, though, I must admit.