I am off the technorati train my friends. Seeing that if you are blog rolled and the person who has you blog rolled does not remove you and re-add you ever 6 months, well that link might as well NOT exist for you.
So I am bidding Technocrapi adeiu. Here is my final post. Saved for posterity as I am sure the admin will delete it...once he finishes his 6 month donut break :P
"Well I went from an 8k rank to a 24k rank. Because you, ADMIN, and your little Technorati code nazi's have decided to fuck over blog rolls. Should I ask 400 or so of my closest friends to what...remove me from their blog roll for a couple of weeks and then re-add me? I don't think so.
So here is where we stand Technorati. How is YOUR rank calculated? You all like it when we, your serfs, link you to you with your stupid halfwit coded widgets right? Well guess what?
YOUR AUTHORITY JUST WENT DOWN CAUSE I WAXED YOUR ASS OFF MY BLOG.
Get fucked. "
That was deeply satisfying. I am pretty sure my links to THEM always counted. MyBlogLog wins!
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Monday, October 08, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
She Don't Use Jelly
This rant contains spoilers. Read at your own risk!
Been a long week and by last night I had decided that I was in serious need of some comfy couch and Chinese and movie action. Kidlet and I settled ourselves in and perused our choices via On Demand. We decided we were in a RomCom happy movie kinda mood so we chose The Break Up.
I was always team Brangelina rather than Vaughiston, but I have to say the previews did make it look like it would be semi amusing. You know couple fights, each refuses to leave cool condo, hilarity ensues, couple reconcile, every one smile. Wrong, my friends. Very very wrong. Remember this post where in I warned of the dangers of John Cusack movies? Well triple that. Never EVER watch The Break Up on or around the anniversary of a break up or if you are feeling even remotely uneasy in the romance realm. Just back away slowly folks and no one will get hurt.
Sesame chicken in hand we settle in and start watching. They show the couple first meeting - cute, very cute. Great pick up on Vaughn's part. Quirky and charming. Then we see the photo montage of the happy couple, including the renovation of this stellar condo they co- own. Then it goes a bit black. It is called The Break Up so kidlet and I were prepared for this. Gotta have a break up before you can make up, right? Standard RomCom scenario.
First thing I notice is that they are really hitting it on the realism scale as you watch the tiny petty arguments start to snowball. How she is saying one thing but he is hearing something entirely different. And both are right and both are wrong. I was cringing hard and thinking someone wrote this when they were feeling particularly bitter. On they went and it was like watching a train wreck in slow motion.
The argument started out as a gripe about a small issue (lemons) and turned into a laundry list of hurts, and finally they found themselves at that point where, boom, you have broken up and you are not really sure how you got there. Anyone who has ever had a break up knows what I am talking about. That stunned kind of silence you get when you realize that this stopped being about lemons and you are now ex's.
So ok, that was rough. Props for the realism, let's move on to the good stuff.
Some hilarity ensues as they attempt to share the condo as ex's, don't get me wrong, but there is always this vague disquieting unhappy undertone to it. She kicks him off their bowling team, he tries to retaliate with game night anger that finally leads their realtor to get them to agree to sell. They just have to try to not kill each other before then.
Now about this time, Brooke (the Aniston character) makes it known to us via a convo with her boss that she is really interested in trying to get back together with Gary (the Vaughn character) and asks her wacko artiste boss for advice. She thinks (oh foolish girl) that by dumping him, he will realize all he has to loose with this break up and stop being so self involved. **Please note at one point in time in the movie Gary's homicidal bar owning best friend tells him point blank he is a ton of fun but that he never ever does anything he does not want to do and if his friends don't like it, tough shit. So this is not me being male bashing here, it's a given, Gary is a lovable and fun but seriously selfish man **
Brooke takes the advice given to her by her nutjob boss and gets the "Telly Savalas" wax job (due I need to spell that out for you people?) and parades the "blank canvass" (as her boss calls it) in front of Gary. She brings home a date, he get's tense, thinking of someone else painting the "blank canvass."
She leaves on the date, it sucks, she hides out at a friends. Which of course Gary does not know so he is freakin out. She comes home and they get spiteful over night time noise versus daytime noise and the one upsmanship begins. The only true funny scene in the movie involving her not out of the closet acapella singing brother takes place. It was a tiny baby bright point.
She brings home another date and this time Gary and the Date end up bonding over video games (I am sure you all saw this in the commercials and trailers for this movie) which is funny but again, not. Still has that faint bitter undertone.
Gary retaliates to all this boy toyage by calling in his brother and many hot women for a strip poker game. Queue Brooke coming home to naked drunk Gary on the couch with a bunch of half naked chicks doing table dance moves. Right about now, I am starting to get a bit concerned at the direction we are heading here. Kidlet is beginning to grumble. Kidlet hates anything sappy and even she is getting pissed off.
We have more yada yada. Brooke realizes that Gary is just too self involved to see the writing on the wall and if she wants to stay together she is going to have to be the one to cave in. Which she then attempts too. By inviting him to a concert with her, saying oh so nonchalantly that she got the tickets for him before the break up blah blah blah. Totally obvious it is an olive branch, right? Kidlet and I are relieved, the chocolate stores remain safe for the night (we were getting tense and pondering sublimation) and it all looks to be slowly moving the right direction.
Until the asshat stands her up.
She comes home, she cries, he feels like crap and Kidlet and I are thinking it could still go ok in the end. Fine, they are gonna make us sweat a bit over our happy ending but ok, we are big girls, we can take it.
We see the above referenced convo with Gary and his bar owning friend. We see Gary have the epiphany that yes indeed campers, he is totally selfish. We see Gary finally doing the paperwork his older brother has been asking for at the family business. Personal growth!
Cut to Brooke. She is quitting her job and announces to her boss she will travel. Boss tells her that her job is there whenever she gets back. Ok... so we got a possible foreshadowing here. Another reconciliation option. Vacation, regroup, re-grope. Kidlet and I are lulled into false sense of security over this. We can do this.
Brooke comes home with A Cute Customer who we have seen ask her out (and be turned down by her) earlier on in the movie so only we know she is just at the condo showing him antiques he wants to buy from her. When they walk in she discovers that Gary has set a beautiful table and cooked her dinner. A Cute Customer is conveniently shunted to the hallway. Kidlet and I are pleased. We have had personal growth and now we get our shiny happy make-up time.
Except we don't.
See Brooke has realized that she loves Gary, but she just has nothing left to give. They are really done. It's all too little too late.
What?! Pardon me?! Kidlet and I pause movie and stare at each other in shock and horror. We are not having happy blue and pink thoughts.
Restart and we watch them in the now empty condo as they both say that there are a million things they would do differently. Kidlet pauses the movie and yells something about starting with redoing the last scene and announces that she is pissed and I look grim.
This is getting really frickin low on both the Rom and the Com. Prozac, party of one, your table is ready.
In a fearful silence, we restart the movie. We watch a montage of the seasons changing. Looks to be a year or so. We see Gary on a new business adventure. We see Brooke walking down the street. We hear someone call her name and low and behold, it's Gary! Kidlet and I perk up. Surely this will be it, right? Right?
Brooke and Gary chat, they hug, wait..what are they doing now. WALKING AWAY?!
What. The. Hell.
Credits roll and the music starts up ~I Can See Clearly Now.
WHAT?! That is a low blow. That is the happy send off music at the end of Grosse Point Blanke and it has just been tainted. See how it all ties back to John Cusack?
Kidlet and I are stunned. Song ends and they start another. Would you believe it was Kermit singing The Rainbow Connection?!
Been a long week and by last night I had decided that I was in serious need of some comfy couch and Chinese and movie action. Kidlet and I settled ourselves in and perused our choices via On Demand. We decided we were in a RomCom happy movie kinda mood so we chose The Break Up.
I was always team Brangelina rather than Vaughiston, but I have to say the previews did make it look like it would be semi amusing. You know couple fights, each refuses to leave cool condo, hilarity ensues, couple reconcile, every one smile. Wrong, my friends. Very very wrong. Remember this post where in I warned of the dangers of John Cusack movies? Well triple that. Never EVER watch The Break Up on or around the anniversary of a break up or if you are feeling even remotely uneasy in the romance realm. Just back away slowly folks and no one will get hurt.
Sesame chicken in hand we settle in and start watching. They show the couple first meeting - cute, very cute. Great pick up on Vaughn's part. Quirky and charming. Then we see the photo montage of the happy couple, including the renovation of this stellar condo they co- own. Then it goes a bit black. It is called The Break Up so kidlet and I were prepared for this. Gotta have a break up before you can make up, right? Standard RomCom scenario.
First thing I notice is that they are really hitting it on the realism scale as you watch the tiny petty arguments start to snowball. How she is saying one thing but he is hearing something entirely different. And both are right and both are wrong. I was cringing hard and thinking someone wrote this when they were feeling particularly bitter. On they went and it was like watching a train wreck in slow motion.
The argument started out as a gripe about a small issue (lemons) and turned into a laundry list of hurts, and finally they found themselves at that point where, boom, you have broken up and you are not really sure how you got there. Anyone who has ever had a break up knows what I am talking about. That stunned kind of silence you get when you realize that this stopped being about lemons and you are now ex's.
So ok, that was rough. Props for the realism, let's move on to the good stuff.
Some hilarity ensues as they attempt to share the condo as ex's, don't get me wrong, but there is always this vague disquieting unhappy undertone to it. She kicks him off their bowling team, he tries to retaliate with game night anger that finally leads their realtor to get them to agree to sell. They just have to try to not kill each other before then.
Now about this time, Brooke (the Aniston character) makes it known to us via a convo with her boss that she is really interested in trying to get back together with Gary (the Vaughn character) and asks her wacko artiste boss for advice. She thinks (oh foolish girl) that by dumping him, he will realize all he has to loose with this break up and stop being so self involved. **Please note at one point in time in the movie Gary's homicidal bar owning best friend tells him point blank he is a ton of fun but that he never ever does anything he does not want to do and if his friends don't like it, tough shit. So this is not me being male bashing here, it's a given, Gary is a lovable and fun but seriously selfish man **
Brooke takes the advice given to her by her nutjob boss and gets the "Telly Savalas" wax job (due I need to spell that out for you people?) and parades the "blank canvass" (as her boss calls it) in front of Gary. She brings home a date, he get's tense, thinking of someone else painting the "blank canvass."
She leaves on the date, it sucks, she hides out at a friends. Which of course Gary does not know so he is freakin out. She comes home and they get spiteful over night time noise versus daytime noise and the one upsmanship begins. The only true funny scene in the movie involving her not out of the closet acapella singing brother takes place. It was a tiny baby bright point.
She brings home another date and this time Gary and the Date end up bonding over video games (I am sure you all saw this in the commercials and trailers for this movie) which is funny but again, not. Still has that faint bitter undertone.
Gary retaliates to all this boy toyage by calling in his brother and many hot women for a strip poker game. Queue Brooke coming home to naked drunk Gary on the couch with a bunch of half naked chicks doing table dance moves. Right about now, I am starting to get a bit concerned at the direction we are heading here. Kidlet is beginning to grumble. Kidlet hates anything sappy and even she is getting pissed off.
We have more yada yada. Brooke realizes that Gary is just too self involved to see the writing on the wall and if she wants to stay together she is going to have to be the one to cave in. Which she then attempts too. By inviting him to a concert with her, saying oh so nonchalantly that she got the tickets for him before the break up blah blah blah. Totally obvious it is an olive branch, right? Kidlet and I are relieved, the chocolate stores remain safe for the night (we were getting tense and pondering sublimation) and it all looks to be slowly moving the right direction.
Until the asshat stands her up.
She comes home, she cries, he feels like crap and Kidlet and I are thinking it could still go ok in the end. Fine, they are gonna make us sweat a bit over our happy ending but ok, we are big girls, we can take it.
We see the above referenced convo with Gary and his bar owning friend. We see Gary have the epiphany that yes indeed campers, he is totally selfish. We see Gary finally doing the paperwork his older brother has been asking for at the family business. Personal growth!
Cut to Brooke. She is quitting her job and announces to her boss she will travel. Boss tells her that her job is there whenever she gets back. Ok... so we got a possible foreshadowing here. Another reconciliation option. Vacation, regroup, re-grope. Kidlet and I are lulled into false sense of security over this. We can do this.
Brooke comes home with A Cute Customer who we have seen ask her out (and be turned down by her) earlier on in the movie so only we know she is just at the condo showing him antiques he wants to buy from her. When they walk in she discovers that Gary has set a beautiful table and cooked her dinner. A Cute Customer is conveniently shunted to the hallway. Kidlet and I are pleased. We have had personal growth and now we get our shiny happy make-up time.
Except we don't.
See Brooke has realized that she loves Gary, but she just has nothing left to give. They are really done. It's all too little too late.
What?! Pardon me?! Kidlet and I pause movie and stare at each other in shock and horror. We are not having happy blue and pink thoughts.
Restart and we watch them in the now empty condo as they both say that there are a million things they would do differently. Kidlet pauses the movie and yells something about starting with redoing the last scene and announces that she is pissed and I look grim.
This is getting really frickin low on both the Rom and the Com. Prozac, party of one, your table is ready.
In a fearful silence, we restart the movie. We watch a montage of the seasons changing. Looks to be a year or so. We see Gary on a new business adventure. We see Brooke walking down the street. We hear someone call her name and low and behold, it's Gary! Kidlet and I perk up. Surely this will be it, right? Right?
Brooke and Gary chat, they hug, wait..what are they doing now. WALKING AWAY?!
What. The. Hell.
Credits roll and the music starts up ~I Can See Clearly Now.
WHAT?! That is a low blow. That is the happy send off music at the end of Grosse Point Blanke and it has just been tainted. See how it all ties back to John Cusack?
Kidlet and I are stunned. Song ends and they start another. Would you believe it was Kermit singing The Rainbow Connection?!
Bastards.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
We'll Meet Again Someday On The Avenue
*Sigh*
We had another IS "EVENT" last night where in they finished the firewall routing crap. Supposedly we can't stream music anymore although I can ;) They did nerf Yahoo messenger. No biggie, it was unstable 90% of the time as is and I never really used it. Was handy when kidlet was home at her dad's though! Oh and I will miss the amusing self delusional status messages from the Ex (BF variety) but other than that, no great loss. Email works better at the office anyhow.
** HAH! Gmail chat works so I can get kidlet that way. Speaking of which, if you want an invite for a gmail acount, holler at me**
What is NOT going to fun is discovering what new and fun fuxor'd things it has done to my program. I was told yesterday that they really didn't want me doing data entry after 6pm cause the system back up my corrupt my data. I think there are third world military Junta's out there with a better information technology platform for their workers.
Tonight is Idol and so far I have been underwhelmed. I knew when I saw Chris Daughtry that he had that certain "It Factor" and I knew Taylor and Katherine McPhee were going to go far as well. Now granted, they never showed Bo's audition and he ended up being my hands down favorite, but so far it has been a big huge YAWNFEST for me.
Speaking of Bo he is rumored to no longer be part of RCA record and he does not show up on their websites artist roster. Which pretty much disgusts me. The poor guy did the pop album Clive the Corpse wanted him to do and it went gold. It's wasn't Southern Rock, which we all know is what Bo Knows Best and what his fans really wanted. Nor did they let him use his own material which I own and can tell you kicks the ass of that Real Thing song. Add to that at least 3 emergency surgeries since Idol for intussusception of the intestine and it has been a bumpy ride. Another rumor floating around is that he may move to Country. I hope he does. I don't much care what genre his music gets call. Rock, Country, Flying Monkey Music. It's all good, to quote the man, just so long as it is actually HIS music. If you are a fan and want to get the real Bo in the meantime, get his 5 song disc Recipe For Flavor. That is what should have been on his first album, Clive. You wizened asshat.
Alrighty. Idol related rant done. The auditions tonight better bring it cause so far this season is shaping up shit :P
We had another IS "EVENT" last night where in they finished the firewall routing crap. Supposedly we can't stream music anymore although I can ;) They did nerf Yahoo messenger. No biggie, it was unstable 90% of the time as is and I never really used it. Was handy when kidlet was home at her dad's though! Oh and I will miss the amusing self delusional status messages from the Ex (BF variety) but other than that, no great loss. Email works better at the office anyhow.
** HAH! Gmail chat works so I can get kidlet that way. Speaking of which, if you want an invite for a gmail acount, holler at me**
What is NOT going to fun is discovering what new and fun fuxor'd things it has done to my program. I was told yesterday that they really didn't want me doing data entry after 6pm cause the system back up my corrupt my data. I think there are third world military Junta's out there with a better information technology platform for their workers.
Tonight is Idol and so far I have been underwhelmed. I knew when I saw Chris Daughtry that he had that certain "It Factor" and I knew Taylor and Katherine McPhee were going to go far as well. Now granted, they never showed Bo's audition and he ended up being my hands down favorite, but so far it has been a big huge YAWNFEST for me.
Speaking of Bo he is rumored to no longer be part of RCA record and he does not show up on their websites artist roster. Which pretty much disgusts me. The poor guy did the pop album Clive the Corpse wanted him to do and it went gold. It's wasn't Southern Rock, which we all know is what Bo Knows Best and what his fans really wanted. Nor did they let him use his own material which I own and can tell you kicks the ass of that Real Thing song. Add to that at least 3 emergency surgeries since Idol for intussusception of the intestine and it has been a bumpy ride. Another rumor floating around is that he may move to Country. I hope he does. I don't much care what genre his music gets call. Rock, Country, Flying Monkey Music. It's all good, to quote the man, just so long as it is actually HIS music. If you are a fan and want to get the real Bo in the meantime, get his 5 song disc Recipe For Flavor. That is what should have been on his first album, Clive. You wizened asshat.
Alrighty. Idol related rant done. The auditions tonight better bring it cause so far this season is shaping up shit :P
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Wake Up Kids We Got The Dreamers Disease
Happy New Year and yada yada yada blah blah blah.
There is something about this particular time of year that just irks me. I think it is that whole "fresh start" "new beginnings" "brand new day" thing that drives on me. It's sappy. It's simplistic. And in the case of that last slogan, it's a friggin herpes commercial jingle.
I have nothing against new beginnings. I have everything against false starts. This time of year seems to be dedicated to the patron saint of false starts. It's unrealistic. It's ritualized unrealism, to be specific. Most of our good intentions are out the door by Jan 15th, and barely remembered by the 31st.
Now if this sounds diametrically opposed to my last post (cringing in fear right below this one) allow me to make myself clear. It's a year round thing people. Not 2 weeks of paving hell with good intentions and then going back to MeMe Land.
This rant has been inspired by the mindless idiots on morning talk radio and the ABSOLUTELY inane comments I hear coming from our bimbo. Better known as BBVBBB.
Grr. It's driving on me. Like sand in the asscrack.
There is something about this particular time of year that just irks me. I think it is that whole "fresh start" "new beginnings" "brand new day" thing that drives on me. It's sappy. It's simplistic. And in the case of that last slogan, it's a friggin herpes commercial jingle.
I have nothing against new beginnings. I have everything against false starts. This time of year seems to be dedicated to the patron saint of false starts. It's unrealistic. It's ritualized unrealism, to be specific. Most of our good intentions are out the door by Jan 15th, and barely remembered by the 31st.
Now if this sounds diametrically opposed to my last post (cringing in fear right below this one) allow me to make myself clear. It's a year round thing people. Not 2 weeks of paving hell with good intentions and then going back to MeMe Land.
This rant has been inspired by the mindless idiots on morning talk radio and the ABSOLUTELY inane comments I hear coming from our bimbo. Better known as BBVBBB.
Grr. It's driving on me. Like sand in the asscrack.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
One Night In Bangkok And The World's Your Oyster
Thai food tonight me thinks. Ohh...or Pho or Bun. I am in a soup mood and at the same time filled with very little inclination to cook. I'd make the Killer Beer Cheese Soup but the idea of peeling 12 potatos is unappealing.
Ba dum dum.
That's right folks I'll be here all week.
Which in fact I will. Doing dinner at Mom's tomorrow night and then will be in to work on Saturday and Sunday. Just not sure how long. Monday I am taking off completely. I am already down for a friggin road trip. I have to get on HWY 26 and cruise out like I am going to the coast to meet the Ex (husband variety) and pick up the kid around 10:30 on Monday am. Sort of a rest area swap since they are spending Christmas Eve at his girlfriends parents house. And they live out in the back of beyond halfway to the beach in methlab land.
I had offered to drive her half way to Gresham that night so she could see HIS family but she is not feeling that much running around and has put the breaks on that idea. Sucks that she has to spend Christmas Eve with a bunch of people she could give a rats ass about, but oh well. You can't pick your parents or the skeezes they date.
I did the good mommy routine last night and took her out to buy Christmas presents for her dad and his girlfriend. Yes, you read that right. Her father is that much of an asshat that he doesn't think to help her with presents for people like his girlfriend or gosh, me, her own mother. I have purchased every Father's Day, Christmas, and birthday gift he has ever had from her in his entire life and that includes the last 7 years since we split up. My mom pays for mine. He pays for jack.
I did draw the line at getting anything for her obnoxious Emo Spawn children. Uh uh honey, Mama don't play that.
Ba dum dum.
That's right folks I'll be here all week.
Which in fact I will. Doing dinner at Mom's tomorrow night and then will be in to work on Saturday and Sunday. Just not sure how long. Monday I am taking off completely. I am already down for a friggin road trip. I have to get on HWY 26 and cruise out like I am going to the coast to meet the Ex (husband variety) and pick up the kid around 10:30 on Monday am. Sort of a rest area swap since they are spending Christmas Eve at his girlfriends parents house. And they live out in the back of beyond halfway to the beach in methlab land.
I had offered to drive her half way to Gresham that night so she could see HIS family but she is not feeling that much running around and has put the breaks on that idea. Sucks that she has to spend Christmas Eve with a bunch of people she could give a rats ass about, but oh well. You can't pick your parents or the skeezes they date.
I did the good mommy routine last night and took her out to buy Christmas presents for her dad and his girlfriend. Yes, you read that right. Her father is that much of an asshat that he doesn't think to help her with presents for people like his girlfriend or gosh, me, her own mother. I have purchased every Father's Day, Christmas, and birthday gift he has ever had from her in his entire life and that includes the last 7 years since we split up. My mom pays for mine. He pays for jack.
I did draw the line at getting anything for her obnoxious Emo Spawn children. Uh uh honey, Mama don't play that.
Monday, December 18, 2006
We Could Be Heros, Just For One Day
Having a David Bowie rock out moment. I suppose if I were forced to choose one song, Hero's would be it. Love that song. At work. Everyone is super cranky. My boss just pawed through my printing (large excel spreadsheet with attachments) and got it all out of order. I am breathing in slowly and doing my Jedi Zen Mind Trick to calm myself.
Whacking ones boss with a stapler is generally not a move guaranteed to increase your upward mobility. The weather is odd. It looks like we have a frosting of white sand outside. It's freezing fog. I HATE this weather in this state. Oregonians are such piss poor drivers to begin with, they really do not need the addition of any sort of inclement weather funsies.
I am locking my earphones in place and heading back to the back to put together my packets today and tomorrow. No school so I do not have to go play Kidlet Pick-me-up and I can really pack on the overtime. I am shooting for 35 hours this pay period. I seriously need to get caught up. Of course my program is still hosed so creating my jobs is taking for ever.
Get this, we have a group of our IT guys, the Vendor's IT guys, and some Microserfs all working on fixing this issue. They are called "The Anonymous Software Vendor Application_01 SWAT TEAM.
SWAT TEAM. Capitals their call, btw. Do you see what I am dealing with here? This application went tit's up on Oct 6th. It's Dec 18th.
I am screwed :P
Whacking ones boss with a stapler is generally not a move guaranteed to increase your upward mobility. The weather is odd. It looks like we have a frosting of white sand outside. It's freezing fog. I HATE this weather in this state. Oregonians are such piss poor drivers to begin with, they really do not need the addition of any sort of inclement weather funsies.
I am locking my earphones in place and heading back to the back to put together my packets today and tomorrow. No school so I do not have to go play Kidlet Pick-me-up and I can really pack on the overtime. I am shooting for 35 hours this pay period. I seriously need to get caught up. Of course my program is still hosed so creating my jobs is taking for ever.
Get this, we have a group of our IT guys, the Vendor's IT guys, and some Microserfs all working on fixing this issue. They are called "The Anonymous Software Vendor Application_01 SWAT TEAM.
SWAT TEAM. Capitals their call, btw. Do you see what I am dealing with here? This application went tit's up on Oct 6th. It's Dec 18th.
I am screwed :P
Monday, December 04, 2006
Dancing With The Devil's Past Has Never Been Too Fun
The ex (bf variety) has taken to logging on and off of Yahoo messenger for brief flashes for the first time in months. I hate to sound vain, but what does this mean? Is it directed at me? Am I supposed to notice? At least he is not tossing up song lyric status messages ala my blog titles and my Yahoo status messages. When he did they invariably pissed me off.
Last contact we had was his End-of-the-Year-As-We-Know-It email nearly a year ago (Dec 30 2005) and a fast hope you have a happy bday in Feb of this year. I answered his email in April and never said boo to a goose on his birthday greetings. I mean, what is there to say? "You got a job yet?"
I occasionally post on the Sci Fi boards, which as I have discussed in the past I very nearly didn't because he posted on them. Which I did not know at the time that I went looking for info there. My name there is not one he would know or that I have ever used. But oddly enough, with in days of my first post there, he stopped posting. And the man was posting every damn day prior to this.
Now it may just be me, but damn that seems really freakin childish! Get over it, post your shit, I'll post mine. We were not even posting in the same show forum! I in NO WAY made any references to inside jokes or in any way tried to make it obvious who I was. I could be wrong and it could be that he was just "busy." Probably dicking around "remodeling" his mothers house. Again.
So I am sitting here pondering if I am somehow involved in playground politics. If so, I hope I am not disappointing with my lack of reaction. Hell I don't track who comes to this blog other than who answers comments cause I like to respond to those. I know damn good and well both my ex's could find this blog in all of 1.2 microseconds if they wanted too. I just don't care. I write for me and if they happen to find and read it, tough tits for them.
Last contact we had was his End-of-the-Year-As-We-Know-It email nearly a year ago (Dec 30 2005) and a fast hope you have a happy bday in Feb of this year. I answered his email in April and never said boo to a goose on his birthday greetings. I mean, what is there to say? "You got a job yet?"
I occasionally post on the Sci Fi boards, which as I have discussed in the past I very nearly didn't because he posted on them. Which I did not know at the time that I went looking for info there. My name there is not one he would know or that I have ever used. But oddly enough, with in days of my first post there, he stopped posting. And the man was posting every damn day prior to this.
Now it may just be me, but damn that seems really freakin childish! Get over it, post your shit, I'll post mine. We were not even posting in the same show forum! I in NO WAY made any references to inside jokes or in any way tried to make it obvious who I was. I could be wrong and it could be that he was just "busy." Probably dicking around "remodeling" his mothers house. Again.
So I am sitting here pondering if I am somehow involved in playground politics. If so, I hope I am not disappointing with my lack of reaction. Hell I don't track who comes to this blog other than who answers comments cause I like to respond to those. I know damn good and well both my ex's could find this blog in all of 1.2 microseconds if they wanted too. I just don't care. I write for me and if they happen to find and read it, tough tits for them.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Every Wisdom Has It's Price
Subtitled: Live Through This
It is trying to snow out here in the Silicon Forest. Trying. Succeeding only in making the roads icy, the drivers stoooooopid, and my mood black. I was out yesterday due to the weather. Such fun. Today was worse and STILL her damn school does not have a late start. Grr.
Got kidlet back on Sunday. Got the lowdown on her T Day with her Dad's family. Also got the skinny on this years edition of Stupid Ex Tricks. Apparently, her dad had a few (ha ha) beers and got on the subject of how having kids changes a marriage. He then proceeded to say that having kidlet ruined our marriage. In FRONT of the kid no less. Of course, it was because I was selfish and didn't like being second. Which is funny as hell given my recent discovery of my old online diaries. In them I address that very issue. Except of course that I was thrilled he was paying more attention to her than he was to me. I didn't mind being second. I minded being third, and I minded his computer addiction being first very much.
Kidlet is smart enough to have known that was crap. Even better, his sister and her husband told him that was crap. Sigh. Between the bailing on his daughter last week when he got home and this, I SO deserve a frickin set of wings for not running the eejit over. Grr.
What with that and the other ex being on my mind courtesy of his recent (yesterday) birthday it all adds up to the "I am in a pissy mood" motif I have been exhibiting this last month.
So happy birthday wherever you are to one and FOAD to the other.
I need java :p
It is trying to snow out here in the Silicon Forest. Trying. Succeeding only in making the roads icy, the drivers stoooooopid, and my mood black. I was out yesterday due to the weather. Such fun. Today was worse and STILL her damn school does not have a late start. Grr.
Got kidlet back on Sunday. Got the lowdown on her T Day with her Dad's family. Also got the skinny on this years edition of Stupid Ex Tricks. Apparently, her dad had a few (ha ha) beers and got on the subject of how having kids changes a marriage. He then proceeded to say that having kidlet ruined our marriage. In FRONT of the kid no less. Of course, it was because I was selfish and didn't like being second. Which is funny as hell given my recent discovery of my old online diaries. In them I address that very issue. Except of course that I was thrilled he was paying more attention to her than he was to me. I didn't mind being second. I minded being third, and I minded his computer addiction being first very much.
Kidlet is smart enough to have known that was crap. Even better, his sister and her husband told him that was crap. Sigh. Between the bailing on his daughter last week when he got home and this, I SO deserve a frickin set of wings for not running the eejit over. Grr.
What with that and the other ex being on my mind courtesy of his recent (yesterday) birthday it all adds up to the "I am in a pissy mood" motif I have been exhibiting this last month.
So happy birthday wherever you are to one and FOAD to the other.
I need java :p
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Wasted, Sacrifice For A New Nirvana,
Yawn.
At the office with the Kidletkins. We played around with her blog and redid the look ala the new beta. Not sure if it is kosher for us to be in here. They have this huge boom crane out there putting a new heating system on the roof. Big woot for that, our heating systems sucks hard.
So my eval was yesterday. Well part 1 of it was. She was running late and wanted to sit down and go over my self eval form and talk about what to add to each of the areas. So I don't know what I will get for a raise until Monday but past experience says no less that 3.3% and no more than 3.5% will be the range. Livin large, peeps!
Kiddo and I may bail and go hang out for a read over at the Buck of Starr. But the good Starbucks, not the one staffed by mouth breathing idiots over by our house.
Think fast I am digressing. What the fuck makes any business think that 48 hours is going to magically change your mind on doing business with them? I cancelled my subscription to the Oregonian on Thursday (there is the 48 hour part) because I never read the damn paper on the weekend ever, and I don't smoke anymore so the weekday break with the paper is out. And I felt badly for killing trees.
So I called and cancelled. They asked if I was interested in doing the Sunday only and I told them no, that was the one I was least likely to read.
Fastforward to today. I get this call from...The Oregonian. I was told that I was one of their most "loyal" customers (I had subscribed for a whopping 8 months) and what did they do to lose me?
Jeez. Aside from the fact that I don't read it...could your hard sale stalkeresque calls have anything to do with it??!?!?!
Pausing now for java break. Damn Newspaper.
At the office with the Kidletkins. We played around with her blog and redid the look ala the new beta. Not sure if it is kosher for us to be in here. They have this huge boom crane out there putting a new heating system on the roof. Big woot for that, our heating systems sucks hard.
So my eval was yesterday. Well part 1 of it was. She was running late and wanted to sit down and go over my self eval form and talk about what to add to each of the areas. So I don't know what I will get for a raise until Monday but past experience says no less that 3.3% and no more than 3.5% will be the range. Livin large, peeps!
Kiddo and I may bail and go hang out for a read over at the Buck of Starr. But the good Starbucks, not the one staffed by mouth breathing idiots over by our house.
Think fast I am digressing. What the fuck makes any business think that 48 hours is going to magically change your mind on doing business with them? I cancelled my subscription to the Oregonian on Thursday (there is the 48 hour part) because I never read the damn paper on the weekend ever, and I don't smoke anymore so the weekday break with the paper is out. And I felt badly for killing trees.
So I called and cancelled. They asked if I was interested in doing the Sunday only and I told them no, that was the one I was least likely to read.
Fastforward to today. I get this call from...The Oregonian. I was told that I was one of their most "loyal" customers (I had subscribed for a whopping 8 months) and what did they do to lose me?
Jeez. Aside from the fact that I don't read it...could your hard sale stalkeresque calls have anything to do with it??!?!?!
Pausing now for java break. Damn Newspaper.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Time Waste Management Indeed
Friday and I am the last one in the office. I am going cross eyed from editing. White paper and fluorescent lights are the devil. At least the regular workday ended on a high note. One of the girls in the office found an online ad for a guy who works here. It was beyond twee. I mean seriously sick up in the back of your throat producing. It was like a horrifying combo of some playboy caricature by Bill Murray crossed with Yanni or something. No! It was like Ian in High Fidelity wrote it! Seriously high smarm factor. But it was pretty damn funny if you know that person.
Personals are amusing. Hell dating is amusing. Not that I am dating. I am too stupid to date. It's that or I am disgusted with men in general, and that just sounds too depressing. It harshes my inner optimist's buzz. Better to be stupid than bitter, no?
But it is true, I do like men. Even with their completely different communication styles and all, I tolerate them far better than women with their chick games. Most of my life, I have had more male friends than women. But god damn it is akin to parting to red sea to find a guy who is decent and responsible. Ex husband....Great job, total asshole. Ex boyfriend....no job, great guy. It's like fuck it, I give up.
And don't get me started on sex. Seriously, from the first guy I ever slept with there was a 15 year gap until I met the last guy. A 15 year period of truly mediocre sex. Made me wonder just how much I had drunk in Europe the first time I jumped on the Love Train.
I guess I just lack the patience to deal with the whole "nobody is perfect" thing. I'm not perfect and I frankly don't expect others to be. But is it TOO much to ask that a guy be a decent human AND have a job? Bleh...I'd rather spend the rest of my life in a Fat Brando phase than deal with another asshole who has a decent job. Or play Mrs. Sugarmama to decent guys who need to grow a pair and get a life.
Now if only I could get my friends and family to accept that. It get the feeling they are into that whole "you complete me" philosophy with regards to relationships. Tell you what, campers. In my experience it is more like "you completely exhaust me."
Sounds bitter, doesn't it :P
Personals are amusing. Hell dating is amusing. Not that I am dating. I am too stupid to date. It's that or I am disgusted with men in general, and that just sounds too depressing. It harshes my inner optimist's buzz. Better to be stupid than bitter, no?
But it is true, I do like men. Even with their completely different communication styles and all, I tolerate them far better than women with their chick games. Most of my life, I have had more male friends than women. But god damn it is akin to parting to red sea to find a guy who is decent and responsible. Ex husband....Great job, total asshole. Ex boyfriend....no job, great guy. It's like fuck it, I give up.
And don't get me started on sex. Seriously, from the first guy I ever slept with there was a 15 year gap until I met the last guy. A 15 year period of truly mediocre sex. Made me wonder just how much I had drunk in Europe the first time I jumped on the Love Train.
I guess I just lack the patience to deal with the whole "nobody is perfect" thing. I'm not perfect and I frankly don't expect others to be. But is it TOO much to ask that a guy be a decent human AND have a job? Bleh...I'd rather spend the rest of my life in a Fat Brando phase than deal with another asshole who has a decent job. Or play Mrs. Sugarmama to decent guys who need to grow a pair and get a life.
Now if only I could get my friends and family to accept that. It get the feeling they are into that whole "you complete me" philosophy with regards to relationships. Tell you what, campers. In my experience it is more like "you completely exhaust me."
Sounds bitter, doesn't it :P
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