Go right on ahead and hate me
Mood:  cheeky
Topic: Bitchy rants

This is an anti-review. There is a movie that is getting a lot of promo play right now that I do not want to watch. I will be very selective of how I describe it, because I don't want to see a banner ad for it either. Basically I want to avoid this movie entirely if at all possible - seeing the commercials is enough. This move is about a particular disaster - that should tell you enough.

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Addendum to the 'Holy Crap' below
Mood:  down
Topic: Bitchy rants

Look, I'm sorry that the majority of the internetting populace seems to be HTML illiterate, but do you really have to retard up the whole blog posting process for everyone? Hey, Tripod - I've been doing my own formatting from the get go, you think maybe I prefer doing it my way and not yours?

See, here's the thing - there used to be a checkbox down there (where you can't see, I know) that said 'Post in HTML' and that gave me the option of not having to deal with the stupid autoformat nonsense that I really hate. Hate it, people, hate it. Only now that checkbox is gone, and now I have to open yet another window to 'edit' the HTML. If I don't (like I'm not now) it goes thru the stupid autoformat nonsense that junks everything up and that is fucking annoying. It took me several tries to get this damn thing to recognize that link in the previous post, not because I don't know how but because it kept pretending that the code I put in was actual text that I wanted you to read. Even now, as I habitually but in the tag for a new paragraph at the end of each one, it actually thinks I want you to see that mark. I had to go back and edit them out

Yes, the little extra bells and whistles are zippy. Here, have some applause. If you people add more annoying shit to my blog process I may be forced to move this thing to MySpace - and I really, really don't want to. And no, there is no readily obvious way for me to complain about this.

We fear change. 

Spontaneous bullshit
Mood:  d'oh
Topic: Bitchy rants
Well, so much for my flight out to Cali. Apparently all the running around in Clovis that I've done the past couple days put up some sort of red flag with the AmEx folks and they put a hold on everything. We only just got word of it today, so by the time we get everything straightened out I'll have missed my flight. We're hoping to get it rescheduled for next weekend, but there's no way they'll give me the cheapie tickets I already got. So, so annoyed.

It gets much worse...

Grumble
Mood:  irritated
Topic: Bitchy rants
Hate my ISP. Hate it hate it HATE IT!

See, when I first moved out here everything was basically fine. Sure, living out the sticks means having to sacrifice a couple things here and there, but I can survive. Plus, the Fivearea Telephone Co-op made a perfectly fine ISP at the time. Dialup may be slow and kinda lame, but it managed to get me internet and keep me happy.

Not so anymore. I don't know what happened - now it seems that at least once, and usually several times a night I get disconnected because their modem gets bored. And then sometimes instead of just disconnecting me their modem sits there and idles for a few minutes, then works for a bit, then idles again.

It's pissing me off. If Fivearea wasn't the only game in town we'd have switched by now. Hell, I've been disconnected 3 times tonight already, and their lamer modem is in random idle mode right now. I may have to hit the posty button a good 3-5 times before this post makes it to the blog, and then it'll probably double post so I'll have to delete the redundant one.

*Sigh*

You have got to be fucking kidding me
Mood:  loud
Topic: Bitchy rants
Children are being brainwashed by more extremist xian bullshit. I am so fucking tired of hearing about this. What is wrong with these pansy-ass xians that their deity can't take a little demystification? What, your fucking 'God' couldn't possibly create and manage an entire universe based on elegant and complex processes that take human beings generations to finally unravel? Everything in that damn book has to be taken literally? Go to heaven you fucktards and leave the rest of us alone.

Actually, I've been bombarded with a bunch of crap in this particular vein the past couple days. So much, in fact, that I can't even articulate it all. As soon as I start to think about it it makes me start to grind my teeth. And then the Tourette's syndrome kicks in (evidenced above), and then pretty much it all breaks down into gibbering and hateful thoughts. These anti-reason, anti-freedom idiots and their Old World Order make me want to blow my fucking brains out just to get away from them.

I'm gonna take a few shots of rum now and pray the voices in my head shut up a while.

Fek wind
Mood:  irritated
Topic: Bitchy rants
It hasn't rained since August. It fucking sucks. Our whole crop thing is completely fucked - we had to sell 6 cows a while back because we can't afford to feed them, and there's no telling how long we can keep the 9 smaller ones we have left. The sheep have been pulled off the other place, so that little pasture rent check is going to be half what it should have been. Basically, once again the weather is fucking us.

Only that's just the tip of the iceberg. See, a couple weeks ago we had this insano wind day - the wind was so bad that we couldn't see a quarter mile down the road. I'm honestly amazed that it didn't blow the big metal sculpture thing off the bomb shelter. Everyone, even people in town, had to deal with dust blowing in through the windows.

Now we don't know who (we have our suspicions...), but someone turned us in to the soil conservation guys about the soil blowing on our land (the other place where the sheep were, not the home place). This means we got sent an ominous letter requiring we do something about this or we would lose certain govt checks that we rather depend on to continue doing this farming thing.

This is complete bullshit. If the person we think ratted us out is indeed the rat, then a pox on said person. Bigtime poxage, because being a good neighbor would have involved a brief telephone call to us personally and not some bureaucrat, and we would have taken care of the matter quickly. Indeed - the situation is as fixed as it can possibly be, and if we had gotten the call instead of the soil conservation guys we would be in exactly the same position we are now, except official bullshit need not have been endured. The hubby is now forced to coordinate between 2 or 3 different people to make sure all the paperwork and shit is dealt with properly.

And, just to make sure this is a total slap in the face - WE WEREN'T FUCKING BLOWING! I drove out there the day after we got the official letter to suss out the situation, and while it is dry out there it is not smooth like we had been blowing dirt all over the place. I mean yeah, of course there was dirt in the air that day - everyone was blowing. But our land looked pretty fucking good considering how much dust was in the air that day. The one who was blowing was our neighbor to the South - who is always blowing when the wind is up because he doesn't take quite as good care of his land as we do. And him blowing ends up blowing dirt on us, which fucks our situation up and gets us to blowing. Now we're gonna have to pay to get a big strip of his place plowed up to keep him from fucking our place up.

I so want to choke the shit out of someone. This whole situation is fucked. And whoever it was who ratted us out - you'll get yours. I hope it stings for days too.

The urge itches at me again
Mood:  not sure
Topic: Bitchy rants
I'm a bit peeved at myself for letting the Briar County Blues blog die. But I guess it was inevitable - I am a lazy bastard after all. It nearly worked too, before other annoying issues got in the way.

More whining ahead, if you wanna read it...

Death to the colony
Mood:  d'oh
Topic: Bitchy rants
Again with the fucking ear infection! Do I have to pull a Van Gogh and just lop the damn thing off?

At least I didn't have to waste time going to the doctor. The hubby just called in and got a prescription set up for me. New drops this time. One can only hope they'll kill the motherfuckers for longer than a couple weeks this time around.

And believe me, a rant will be posted if the other ear starts acting up. Bastard bacteria! DIE ALREADY!

My big throbbing head
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Bitchy rants
Another batch of fucking bacteria has decided to throw a mad party in my ear. I swear, I want to just stab a red hot knitting needle in there and show those microscopic bastards who the boss is around here.

Yeah, that would be a healthy response...

Anyway, so today is the first day in a couple that I can actually hear out of the right side of my head. I just so hate how the healing process goes from a constant annoying, but basically livable throb to my ear just deciding to randomly produce a severe stabbing pain right through to my brain. But finally the dam broke, and some seriously ugly gunk came out. Yeah, you really wanted to hear about that.

And I'm only halfway through the antibiotics course too. Bleh, I hate antibiotics. I still have like 4 days of feeling basically run down (and other icky effects we won't get into here) while I poison those little fuckers out of my head again.

Vertigo
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Bitchy rants
I'm getting used to new glasses now. I'm not going to get into the annoying rigmarole of getting them. I am a bit irritated at Dr. Condescending and his attitude about us returning to make sure this prescription is right. I'm a bit weary of looking at this screen and seeing some funky trapezoid.

These things are making me dizzy and a little barfy. Maybe another black & tan will help.