Rant VIII: The Reckoning
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Not a covid level rant..but while I was napping, my AC froze over, and I woke up to it being 80 degrees in the house. 
Note to self, don't visit jwhouk
But we could speak French in the heat?!?
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Oh my god. I have no words. I really hope he is able to recover soon. I’m so sorry that happened.
Wonder if it's this
I found out yesterday that my nephew tested positive. His symptoms weren't that bad, so, while still having symptoms, decided to go tubing on the river and partying last weekend like a fucking idiot.
Yeah, he's a fucking idiot, and I 100% agree with you. To make matters even stupider, my sister (his mom who he doesn't live with as he's in college) went to a graduation ceremony with her 12 or so year old kid. He caught it from the ceremony (I'm assuming) and my sisters bf who lives with her, is high risk and immunocompromised.. so... My sister and nephew are fucking idiots that don't care about anyone.
I just went to save all my photos from Photobucket, since they're now charging for holding photos. Except not only did I have to pay just to ACCESS said photos (or they would delete my account).
But now that I've backed them all up, I can't just cancel my account without directly e-mailing them. The reason? Because I now have a monthly subscription, which I HAD TO PAY to access said photos that were already saved on there. And I can't just cancel my subscription myself.
Not only is this ass backwards, but it's manipulative.
I only really used Photobucket when I used to have and often used LiveJournal, which I haven't used in at least 10 years. Which I also wish I could back up and delete.
The only real loss is my Doug the Troll posts on the City of Heroes LJ page. The posts won't be even remotely effective without the accompanying pictures. But then again, who would even visit those 10-15 year old posts, anyway? Aside from me when I'm feeling nostalgic.
But now that I've backed them all up, I can't just cancel my account without directly e-mailing them. The reason? Because I now have a monthly subscription, which I HAD TO PAY to access said photos that were already saved on there. And I can't just cancel my subscription myself.
Not only is this ass backwards, but it's manipulative.
I only really used Photobucket when I used to have and often used LiveJournal, which I haven't used in at least 10 years. Which I also wish I could back up and delete.
The only real loss is my Doug the Troll posts on the City of Heroes LJ page. The posts won't be even remotely effective without the accompanying pictures. But then again, who would even visit those 10-15 year old posts, anyway? Aside from me when I'm feeling nostalgic.
I am so sorry! What happened?
First time being scammed for money. Ouch. My wifes sewing machine broke so I was looking for another one. Found one for a really good price and bought it through paypal (last night). Got a shipping label this morning and when you put it into the usps website it says it was delivered yesterday afternoon (before I even paid for it) will full shipping history going back to June 30th. I'm not sure how they got a fake shipping number like that but wow. I opened a claim with paypal but I'm sure the money is gone.
What service did you buy it through? If something like eBay they will refund the money
If I had an out (which unfortunately I don't), I'd be well served to pack up and go home right now. I don't get paid enough to have to deal with idiots who are an immediate danger to themselves and others. Idiots that shouldn't have been on the property in the first place if the policies I have been told to enforce were actually followed by those who made them.
If I had an option, I'd be gone and be well justified in nuking this bridge after the last week. Let them destroy the business on their own.
But I don't, so I'll be left hanging on by my fingernails and begging for help when something breaks down again forever.
(My sister has already to pay the ~$500 or so in car repairs to pass inspection, BTW. So at least I can pay my bills, meds, and food.)
But I don't, so I'll be left hanging on by my fingernails and begging for help when something breaks down again forever.
(My sister has already to pay the ~$500 or so in car repairs to pass inspection, BTW. So at least I can pay my bills, meds, and food.)
Not my rant. Someone else's rant. But I think it covers a great deal:
Why can't this shitfuck country do anything right?!!!
--Patrick
Why can't this shitfuck country do anything right?!!!
--Patrick
I'm SO GLAD some fucker around here decided to scream "Thanks for the Covid, chink!" out of his busted old red suv at my husband as he walked home from picking up lunch.
I'm genuinely glad Mr. Z had decided to let Li'l Z stay home with me (I was finishing my run in the basement) instead of bringing him for the walk like they originally planned.
I'm less glad I wasn't there, because at a minimum I would have throw a rock at their truck*, or there is a chance I would have hunted that car down into the supermarket parking lot it was most likely going.
For the record, Mr. Z has shrugged it off. He wasn't even going to tell me. But while I'm usually the calm one, I've always been set off by racism, ESPECIALLY when it's close to home. I don't care if Mr. Z says this is just part of life, that shit is NOT going to fly where my baby is. Just like I told off that dried-up Southern cunt at the diner when she made racist "jokes" about my son, this is OUR home and people with that MAGA-trash bullshit can fuck off and die. I will take every ounce of this Karen Privilege I have and wield it like a baseball bat against these racist fucks.
ARARDHGFRWGSERHETHEHFGHDEWRGER..... ok, I feel a little better. And we just found out our favorite Taiwanese restaurant survived the shutdown, so we are ordering ALL the Taiwanese food for take-out tonight. So, extra "NO, FUCK YOU" to Red SUV driver; our life is delicious and you suck.
*Mr. Z told me where it happened and that spot has a lot of rocks and stuff on the ground. Odd are my self-control would not have been in charge.
I'm genuinely glad Mr. Z had decided to let Li'l Z stay home with me (I was finishing my run in the basement) instead of bringing him for the walk like they originally planned.
I'm less glad I wasn't there, because at a minimum I would have throw a rock at their truck*, or there is a chance I would have hunted that car down into the supermarket parking lot it was most likely going.
For the record, Mr. Z has shrugged it off. He wasn't even going to tell me. But while I'm usually the calm one, I've always been set off by racism, ESPECIALLY when it's close to home. I don't care if Mr. Z says this is just part of life, that shit is NOT going to fly where my baby is. Just like I told off that dried-up Southern cunt at the diner when she made racist "jokes" about my son, this is OUR home and people with that MAGA-trash bullshit can fuck off and die. I will take every ounce of this Karen Privilege I have and wield it like a baseball bat against these racist fucks.
ARARDHGFRWGSERHETHEHFGHDEWRGER..... ok, I feel a little better. And we just found out our favorite Taiwanese restaurant survived the shutdown, so we are ordering ALL the Taiwanese food for take-out tonight. So, extra "NO, FUCK YOU" to Red SUV driver; our life is delicious and you suck.
*Mr. Z told me where it happened and that spot has a lot of rocks and stuff on the ground. Odd are my self-control would not have been in charge.
You gotta be careful about responding to taunts like that. Don't let them goad you into any sort of confrontation that would give them a legitimate reason to retaliate, because make no mistake--giving them an excuse to physically attack you IS their end goal.
I have a ponytail. In the Summer of 2016, while approaching the entrance to a grocery store, someone a parking lot lane over actually yelled at me something like, "Come November, yer gonna hafta get a haircut!" I was mad for hours after, but resolved that any future shenanigans would be met with either indifference or apparent confusion.
--Patrick
I have a ponytail. In the Summer of 2016, while approaching the entrance to a grocery store, someone a parking lot lane over actually yelled at me something like, "Come November, yer gonna hafta get a haircut!" I was mad for hours after, but resolved that any future shenanigans would be met with either indifference or apparent confusion.
--Patrick
one of my coworkers, Edwardo "Eddy", is not from here heritage wise, he is however a born american, some fuck yelled at him "WHY DONT YOU GO BACK TO WHERE YOU ARE FROM SPIC!" I just looked at the two of them and then responded "Eddy, weren't you born here?" he just grinned and went "nah I was born in Wisconsin." we both looked at the dude, and he just slapped his own face and walked off.
No, in many ways you're right, and honestly when it comes to attacks at ME in my lifetime (not racists ones but other stuff), that is pretty much the road I choose. It's usually ignore/eye roll, maybe a rude gesture or my signature smart-mouthing. But when it's in my own home, OUR home, there is a rage I have trouble seeing past. And it makes me more furious that, because of the "rules" of society, I know my husband can't respond in the ways he'd want to. But I am aware of my privilege and as long as I have it, if I can use it to take racists assholes down a peg or two, or not let them feel it's consequence-free to pull their bullshit, it's hard to want to use it.
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If you're there next time someone yells, "Thanks for the COVID!" at him, feel free to loudly respond, "Ooo, and thanks for last night, too. Both times! Rowr!" and then nibble on Mr. Z's earlobe. Make sure Mr. Asshole can see the whole thing, too.
--Patrick
My little old lady baby, the ancient kitten who wandered up an adopted us last year has wandered off. She loves laying on our porch in the warm sunlight, so we leave the door open so we can hear her meow at the door, but tonight we didn't get a meow and when we went to check she was gone.
I always kind of felt like she was a transient cat and we were just watching over her for a while, but I'm not ready to say goodbye yet. This has been a terrible day, at the end of a terrible weekend, at the end of a shitty week, of a shitty month, and now my kitty has wandered away.
I always kind of felt like she was a transient cat and we were just watching over her for a while, but I'm not ready to say goodbye yet. This has been a terrible day, at the end of a terrible weekend, at the end of a shitty week, of a shitty month, and now my kitty has wandered away.