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My almost-fiancee just got all his resources together to buy me fairy wings tonight. I want to hug him, but he's all the way at his house.
What's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for you?
 Altair Kaosu · Fri Dec 24, 2004 @ 06:26am · 0 Comments |
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Things that pisseth me off... |
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Just lately I've been thinking about this sort of thing, so I thought I'd try my hand at an honest to goodness rant. So here goes.
1) Bad English. Newscasters, sportscasters, and commercials are famous for this s**t. Such eloquent and alarming bullpucky as 'grow your business' and 'structurized'. I was watching coverage of Hurricane Frances on the Weather Channel, and all these ijits were standing out in it. (not going into their stupidity now, but... it's a hurricane, morons! Go inside! ) So one of them goes to another: "The real irony here, Bob, is that this is happening at night, so we won't be able to see the damage." No a*****e, that's not irony, it's misfortune. Irony would be that you busted your a** to get out there, were talking about the flying debris but that you were perfectly safe, and then you get a Volkswagen through the chest. Or maybe that's poetic justice.
2) Fangirls. Okay, I admit it, I'm a little bit of a fangirl. But I'm not talking about the girls that just like the anime, maybe occasionally write a story or two about it. I'm talking the ones that invade every message board known to man screaming: "OMG! Imma in luv with InuYasha f0reVer!!1one! Imma have his bebbies!!111one11!" It's a fictional, two dimensional character. It is not alive, nor will it ever return your feelings. And I'd imagine sex would be quite painful, given the high risk of papercuts.
3) Maniac children and indulgent parents. I'm sure everyone has had experience with this sort of thing. You're in a public place, be it a sport stadium, doctor's office, grocery store, whatever. You're minding your own business, when all of a sudden, this kid races around the corner and Karate chops your leg. The parent comes after their spawn, smiles at you and says to the kid: "Now Kendall, that wasn't very nice." and WALKS AWAY! Do you mind disciplining your kid, lady? He just fractured my tibia!
4) People who refuse to read signs. I work at Pier 1 imports, and I helped open a new store near my house. For days before we were open, people would walk in and try to browse. There we were, up to our ears in packing materials, some of us on ladders hanging spotlights, wondering what the hell these numb shits were up to. We had a sign in frickin' three foot tall letters on the door that read: "Opening, August 28th." Did they close their eyes when they walked up, wanting to be suprised? Did they block out all the cardboard boxes, styrofoam, bubble wrap, and people up on ladders or with box cutters in their hands? Maybe they were just afflicted with a terminal case of stupid-itis.
5) People who refuse to think outside their class. I had a girl in one of my college classes say, in all seriousness: "There aren't any hicks in Michigan!" Well, someone doesn't leave Grosse Point very often. Why is it so hard to grasp that some people might be different than you are, honey?
6) Flamers. No, not gay people, I'm fine with those. People on the forums that think they're hot s**t because they can insult someone and not have to face the consequences. Oooh, you're so tough, insulting me from behind a computer screen where I can't reach you. C'mon up to Detroit and say that to my face, you prepubescent, pimply computer nerd. I'll show you what: "In Detroit, the weak are killed and eaten." really means.
7) Fundamentalists. The ones who go: "All the world must be Christian/Muslim/Peeps worshippers, and it's my mission to make it so! Anyone with another religion is damned to my purgatory!" Attention, assholes. It is not your job to tell other people what faith to have. Haven't you ever heard the phrase: "Different strokes for different folks"? Or maybe, just maybe, god wants us all to have different religions. Ever think of that? Of course not. You're so wrapped up in how important you are and how much good you're doing to see a different point of view, or maybe even the fact that you make people feel worthless.
8 ) Bigots. Whether they are against gay people, black people, Jewish people, whatever, I cannot stand them. Where do these inbred assholes get the right to tell others what they can and cannot do or be? It's amazing how cruel people can be. I work with a very sweet guy, who also happens to be gay. He asked a lady if he could help her find anything, and she called him a f**! How can you go home and sleep at night after behaving like that? I just don't get it, but all these people should be slathered in brown gravy and locked in a small room with a wolverine that's high on angel dust. Thanks, Carlin.
9) Telemarketers. I had one call today from some Police Organization. My mother made the mistake of donating to one of these things once, and now we can't get them off our backs to save our lives. The conversation went something like this:
a*****e: "Hello, may I please speak to Sharon."
Me: "I'm sorry, she's not availible, may I ask who's calling?"
a*****e: "This is Captain Asshat from the MPI, I'll try back later."
Me: "No, just put us on your no-call list."
a*****e: "I have to speak to Sharon to do that."
Me: "You want to talk to my dad? He'll tell you the same thing."
a*****e: "Thanks for your time, I'll try back later, sweetie."
At this point, I'm so mad I could scream, and as soon as I get breath, I do: "DON'T CALL ME SWEETIE, YOU a*****e!" But he'd already hung up. I don't get what gives these people the right to call and act like complete jerks.
10) The word 'infallible'. Nothing is infallible, okay? Nothing. Especially nothing humans made. So technically, it's a useless word, for a concept that cannot exist. My solution? Throw that ******** out of the dictionary and pretend it never existed.
Altair Kaosu · Fri Nov 05, 2004 @ 01:25am · 1 Comments |
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My 'cocker can beat your 'cocker |
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Well, as I've mentioned a couple of times, I'm on an all-girls paintball team, and I just met the rest of my team (the few that there are so far) today.
Amy is really tiny, and says she's been playing for about six months. She just bought an Impulse. Ricki is a little taller than Amy, but I think I'm the tallest. Ricki is cool, seems to know a lot about markers and stuff. She's been playing for about 8 months.
Dave talked to us about a bunch of stuff, and tentativly assigned us our positions. I'm back, Ricki's mid, and Amy's front. Tom says that we could probably get full sponsorship within a year, simply because we're an oddity. To my knowledge, we're the only girls paintball team in Michigan. We're going to probably practice once a month until summer, then get into some tourneys and stuff.
~Altair
Altair Kaosu · Sat Oct 23, 2004 @ 02:19am · 1 Comments |
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Home again, home again, fiddle dee dee |
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Well, my Dad is home from the hospital. He was actually in there less time than I thought he'd be. He's still pretty sick, but he'll get better.
On another note, my ballet teacher, Miss Charlotte, is sick in the hospital. She won't be back to class for at least six weeks, so we've got a lady named Miss Barbara. She's nice, but boy, is she hard! She's more into posture than Miss Charlotte, so my stomach muscles ache today.
I might be going down to Nationals alone this year, if Mom has to stay and take care of Dad. If that happens, I'll probably stay with Pat and Meg in their hotel room. The best case scenario would be if he could go too, but it's a four hour ride down to Indianapolis from here, plus three days of running around to the various competitions. It might be too stressful. Nana might stay with Dad while Mom and I go, but we don't know if he could stand it.
Ah, well...hopefully I'll have some better news next time I write.
~Altair
Altair Kaosu · Wed Oct 20, 2004 @ 10:21pm · 0 Comments |
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Well, as it turns out, my Dad's appendix did rupture, so the surgery was a lot more messy than the doctors anticipated. They said if he had let it go one more day, they would have had to do a bowel resection...not good.
As it stands, he has to be in the hospital for 4-5 days, and then not go to work for at least two weeks, and no heavy lifting for at least six weeks. So that means he's off equipment crew for marching band, something I'm sure he won't be happy about.
The good news is, he's in a lot less pain than he was. He's got a morphine pump, and every eight minutes, he can press a button and get another dose of 'happy-juice'.
We went to visit him today, and talking with him is kind of like talking with a narcoleptic. He'll ask you a question, then nod off before you can answer. Funny, actually. He keeps joking with the doctors and nurses. I hope he'll be better soon.
~Altair
Altair Kaosu · Sun Oct 17, 2004 @ 03:28am · 0 Comments |
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Rotten in the State of Denmark cont. |
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It's 6AM, Friday. Mom took Dad to the hospital at around 2:30 this morning, and I haven't been able to sleep since. Kevin went with them, so I'm home alone with the dogs.
Mom called about half an hour ago and told me that it's not kidney stones after all, my Dad has appendicitis. Holy crow, this bites. He's going into surgery, and I have no idea when they'll be home. I'll probably have to leave for school before they get back, not like I'll actually learn anything.
*succumbs to a bout of loud cursing and arm flailing*
There, I'm better now. Not really, but you get the idea.
~Altair
Altair Kaosu · Fri Oct 15, 2004 @ 11:27am · 0 Comments |
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Something is rotten in the state of Denmark |
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My dad has been having problems with kidney stones for the last three or four days, and it royally bites. He's in a lot of pain, and we all feel so helpless because we can't do anything to help. My mom might drive him to the hospital tonight, if the pain gets much worse.
I suppose kidney disease runs in the family, because he has stones, and I had a condition called Minimal Change disease, which caused me to lose protein and retain water. I had to be on Prednisone for nine months, and then a three month course of the chemotherapy drug, Cytoxan, albeit in a much lower dose than for cancer patients. It was an autoimmune disease, basically meaning that my body was attacking my kidneys, for whatever reason. It's gone now, but it could come back.
On to lighter topics, I finished the story I was working on (with a happy ending, I'm a sucker for those) and have moved on. This one will require some more research, but I've never been opposed to that.
The meeting for the girl's paintball team has been pushed back a week. *sigh* Oh well, I'll meet them eventually.
Just one more day of school this week, then two days off. I live for the weekends.
~Altair
Altair Kaosu · Fri Oct 15, 2004 @ 02:14am · 0 Comments |
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Well, I've filled one Spiral notebook with story (that's 140 handwritten pages), and it's on to the second one. It's coming along well. Five years later, they're all pretty much coping, despite a lover's spat and unexpected parenthood. *sigh* I torment my characters.
I'm meeting the other two girls for the paintball team this Friday...I'm really excited. I hope I like them. We're not going to play together, just meet up and see if we like each other or not. I'm sure we will.
Visiting for my jazz class this week, and Mom is going to come see it. Hope I don't fall on my a**. That reminds me, I have to call Meagan and see how she liked her first ballet class.
Pat (me boyfriend) traded in his Ranger and got a 2001 Jeep. It's bright, screaming yellow, and has four-wheel drive. He's in love, and I feel replaced. Just kidding.
~Altair
Altair Kaosu · Mon Oct 11, 2004 @ 08:52pm · 0 Comments |
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All quiet on the Western front, Captain. |
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Not much going on in my life, except that school is attempting to drown me in a deluge of work. Third paper I've had to write this term yet, and I hate it. Oh well.
I'm getting over my cold, and Nana is home from the hospital. I hope she'll stick to her diet this time, and stay out of the goddamn hospital, so I won't have to go there and visit her. Hospitals creep me out, even though they shouldn't. I've spent enough time in them. O_o
It's getting colder here, and to paraphrase an author I've since forgotten: "Old man Winter is getting ready to settle his frostbitten rump on most of the country." It's nearly time to get out my electric bedwarmer and crank that sucker up to 'roast'.
My story is clipping along, which I'm actually quite suprised at. I have to write it in a battered old Spiral notebook, instead of on my computer, but it's coming along rather nicely. I've already sprung one of the big suprises on the main characters, now it's off to five years later, and see how they react when I toss them all back together again.
Ah, there I go, letting my muse ramble on. Anyway, I've been invited to join an all-girl's paintball team, and I'm really excited. We'll see how that works out. Meagan loved my ballet class, and is now enrolled in a beginner class of her own. Maybe by the new year she'll be advanced enough to join my class. That would be pretty cool. Well, that's enough out of me for now.
~Altair
Altair Kaosu · Thu Oct 07, 2004 @ 03:19am · 0 Comments |
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