November 28, 2011 § 8 Comments
I may just start picking fights just for make up sex. Well okay, no not really. Because it was a day from hell, followed by another day from hell. Anyway, it was a fight over nothing in particular. C has been in a fucking miserable mood since trying to get stuff from his parents house and they trashed all the shit he had there. And yes, I am fucking getting what a fucked up thing that is to do. But it’s another thing to have to deal with his miserable ass when he is in a mood. I mean it’s like he’s got a beef with everyone. And he usually does. But usually it is said with some comedic value, or I can turn it that way. But in a grocery store when a kid is having a melt down, being a dick to already stressed out dad really is… Well, being a dick. Yeah, so maybe his kid is spoiled, maybe she isn’t, but your fucking unsolicited commentary was not helping nor was it going to move anything along. Anyway, then he got pissed off at an asshole comment one of my drunk friends made at the bar that night. And of course I am somehow responsible for my douchebag friend making a nasty comment on our relationship. It was probably intended as a joke. But since it does happen to touch on a subject we are already kinda working through it did not make it as a a funny thing to say. Anyway we were snapping and bitching at each other which led to a full out fight. After a miserable shift at work we did manage to talk through the stupidity. And I don’t know if it is the tension release or what, but make up sex… Okay not quite make it worth the fight, but pretty fucking close.
November 25, 2011 § 8 Comments
I’m making steak and potato pie, from scratch, TYVM. I would just like to say, as a boyfriend, I rock.
Well, shit, I correct myself…. yeah… no point at all. Just the mindless rambling as usual:D. Anyway, got distracted and did not post on time. The pies were really fucking good. And having no attachment to the blog post, but for my amusement, I got quite the laugh out of these pics.
November 21, 2011 § 10 Comments
BBGs mentioning her having latex gloves brought this to mind.
Cleaning out C’s car. Pull everything from the trunk to vacuum it out. I pull out:
A chainsaw, two baseball bats (no balls or gloves), duct tape, several pairs of latex gloves, extra large garbage bags and a trench shovel. I told C if the cops ever pull him over they won’t even need a body. Now he has a feasible explanation for each of these strange items to find in a trunk. And one or two… okay. But all those combined….
The chainsaw: he maintains the property for his landlords, and the first chainsaw from the garage and it pissed C off he had to buy another. So he figures his trunk is safer. The big, and I mean huge, garbage bags. because the tenants are filthy dirty ass holes who leave their shit outside of the garbage bins and on a regular basis the cats in the neighbourhood rip open the garbage bags. Guess that explains the gloves, although his excuse was in case his car breaks down and he need to fix it, he doesn’t want to get grease on his hands. Duct tape… well that is just good Canadian sense at work. And a shovel, well Canadian winters, a trench shovel folds down to trunk size. The baseball bats? Even C was stumped to come up with an explanation.
I just may have to sleep with one eye open.
November 18, 2011 § 7 Comments
So I was listening to Elephant this morning. Really liking them. So I decide to download. Usually I admit I try to download shit for free. But this is a new group and opening up some new ideas, so I figure, no, pay for the music you cheap bastard, you already know you like it. ITunes is saying I do not have money on my account. Are you fucking kidding me? I just put a 20 dollar card on them. I refuse to link it to my credit card, because on line my perception of money is a little…. well…. I forget how much I actually spend. So I guess I have to try to find my receipt. Fuckers.
November 15, 2011 § 12 Comments
Okay, my war on Google+. I personally felt the drama hilarious, but it is rather long, and I apologize in advance. This whole pardon the term flame war has been going on for over a week and I stayed out of it. The funny thing is the WHOLE person this is directed at has long since blocked the other guy, but he still insists on posting shit about it.
So D1 is a gay comic book writer, and D2 is…. well a two faced twat. D1 put up a notice about a week and a bit back saying “Hey, I don’t know you all, But I have three circles. LGBT news, Erotic comic book art or filth.” D2 asked to be put in all 3. Now keep in mind that is what it was termed. A FILTH circle. Make no mistake he knew what he was getting into just as I knew when I signed up. So less than a day later another “friend” of both D1 and D2 complained that he was getting porn in his incoming feed (not from D1) and D2 piped up that he too has been getting offensive material in his feed and if ANYONE sent him porn that he would report the TOS violation to google. Seeing as he signed up for a circle and that D1 had then put not only himself but his other circle sharers in danger a single word described his opinion of D2. “Cunt”
So D2 is still bitching about it. And some have tried to stay out of the way. I have until recently. I don’t know if it has to do with my low tolerance to bullshit, and the fact that I hate whiners who will not accept responsibility. He chooses NOT to block these images, instead he reports them and “asks” to be uncircled. Well only those in his circles are going to see this request, if they see at all. My feed has over a thousand posts a day. I was going to passive-aggressively ask him to put me in a whine free circle, but then decided not to be bitchy and just give my opinion as an outsider.
Okay, I am sorry, but if you agree to be in circles THEN change your mind why should it be on someone else to remove you? Is that not YOUR call then to block those images? I go days without going into my google (and no I do not post porn), but if I miss your message why does that make me the bad guy? You have the option to block. Quit making your feed someone else’s responsibility. Man up and take the responsibility for your own feed. JMHO.
I had no idea that I was then to be at the centre of the shit storm.
The back and forth about the options of not opening your incoming at work and shit back and forth was fine until some DOUCHEBAG compare it to rape.
I clearly described how I exercised my responsibility to remove myself from those I no longer wanted to be part of by asking the people to remove me, since only they could do so. Perhaps you missed reading that part.
You’re right that I have the option to block someone who does that when I see them in Incoming. I also have the option to report and block, just as G+ asks us to. I have chosen to exercise that option.
By the way, thanks for adding two more terms to my list of things I’ve been called at the end of paragraph three of my post. I’ve edited it to add “two-faced” and “whiny” to the list. Bless your heart.
November 12, 2011 § 8 Comments
Okay, I am sick. I sit here doped on Nyquil, and coughing every time I try to talk (boy is that killing me not to talk). The phone just rang for the third time. Now I don’t know if I have ever mentioned, C is a planner. Oh, I don’t that in the sense that we all make plans…. he does it to the point of psychosis. Before we leave the house he has an list of where we are going, in which order, and god help the world if one little thing goes wrong with his plan. Now ordinarily I just accept that he is a bit anal (insert your own joke here), but I am sick and more than a little annoyed that he is calling me to make plans I will not be there for. First he calls to tell me that he has to go to Ikea for shit that they got on sale. Kitchen stuff. Do we need anything else. No, then he is going to pick up groceries, is there anything I want… yes, I want to get the fuck off the phone so I can go back to sleep. It does not really matter if I suggest anyway because he has every meal planned out and why he needs so much of each. Now don’t get me wrong. It’s not that ordinarily it does not annoy the shit out of me. I’m human, and others obsessions of course drive me crazy. But usually I am a little more patient. Okay, perhaps patience has never been my most obvious virtue, but I usually have a sense of humour about his little quirks. But being sick I am low on the humour.
The second phone call was about whether or not he should get an oil change or wait until next weekend when he would go a few kilometres over the 5000 km that is recommended before another oil change. Does anyone NOT go over that number? I honestly think that it is only the old oil holding my mom’s car together. And this is not like a babied car. This car is over 15 years old. C bought it because he can do all the work that may be required on it, barring anything going majorly wrong. In such case he’ll probably just junk it and by another beater. Now, again, my input is not needed. He called so he could weight the pros and cons. Finally he decided with no input from me other than the occasional “uh huh” that he was going to change the oil.
Five minutes later he calls to tell me that he is putting on laundry and should he toss mine in with his. Then proceeds to tell me how he separates the loads. Like I need to approve of how my precious clothes are treated. You had me at you doing my laundry, no need to sell it. Now accept for a few items I get dry cleaned I really do laundry like ever other single guy on the planet, other than C. I wait until I have a load, then put them all in the washer. If I have miscalculated and there is more than one load, I just jam them in until the on two loads become one. C has FIVE, count them FIVE distinct loads. Yeah, great, shove mine in too. Then he tells me I sound terrible and should get some sleep. Grrrrrr.
I remember one day my Aunt commenting that you are not really in a relationship until those little cute quirks became annoying. My mother added, it’s when those annoying quirks get to the point that you want to stab them in the eye with a pencil and don’t… that is when you know it’s love.
November 10, 2011 § 9 Comments
I just wanted to acknowledge something that I didn’t think really happened anymore. I am in circles with this writer, and he asked for introductions. I am a fan of what I have seen of his work, but due to finances I’m left just kind of appreciating the free samples. I made a comment, not wanting to be rude or deceitful that I got what free nibble I could being a poor student. He offers to put me in with his buyers and said “hey, just when your out of school maybe you will remember this writer.” How awesome is that? Who does that? I tell you, I really thought what a brilliant thing to do, just because. To the writer in Question, and you know who you are, Much appreciated. And yes, you have guaranteed yourself a fan for life.