For the crystal clear record, I'm not talking about any of you. Promise.
Poppy pet peeve: People telling me they're going to do things they have no intention of doing.
Someone has been promising me since March that he'll email me about something and he still hasn't. I wouldn't care, except he keeps telling me every couple months, "oh, yup, I'm still totally going to email you!" Dude, just fucking forget it. I don't even care! What I do care about? You keep dragging this out, like I'm just sitting around waiting for your fucking email and you're some sort of really important person in my life who I can't wait to reconnect with.
I hope he does finally send an email just so that I can ignore it indefinitely. Cuz I'm a bitchy bastard like that.
So, say you're me. And you know it's supposed to rain today because you bothered to check the weather. And you check the radar to see if any rain is in the forecast for soon. And you see there isn't any. So you walk over to the next building to check your mail because you're kinda sorta hoping maybe someone sent you something. And you get there and it's not there. No big deal, maybe another day, (nervous laugh because maybe they forgot). And then you're walking back. And the skies are clear. But some asshat jerkface dickwad is playing with the sprinkler system. And just as you're walking by he intentionally increases the pressure of the spray. And you get all wet. And you get all grumpy. And for a moment your day is super shitty.
I overheard a co-worker talking so went to CNN to check. In Dover, DE there was another university shooting incident. I am particularly disturbed by these incidents for my own reasons that most of you understand. Of course CNN needs to make their digs by comparing this to Virginia Tech as well as including a link to the report that says lives could have been saved in that incident.
Why do I read CNN? What should I be reading for my news instead? Please, I beg of you, tell me. Google News?
You know how when I get pissed off I am not too happy, cuz, yah, that's what being pissed off is all about? I'm a little BEYOND THAT WITH BLOGGER AT THE FUCXKINGKING MOMENT.
I received a lovely comment email from Cheldear about Jesus being her favorite person and when I clicked the link to go back to MY POST to see HER COMMENT it FUCKING TOOK ME TO A FUCKING PORN SITE.
FUCKING BLOGGER CAN FUCKING KISS ITS OWN FUCKING ASS.
SENDING ME PORN IN EMAIL AND SAYING IT'S THE FAULT OF PEOPLE WITH WINDOWS COMPUTERS. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU! FIX YOUR FUCKING SHIT, YA MORONS.
Are you aware that where I live in France we cannot obtain service for the iPhone? So, we have to go to another state country and start the service then permanently use roaming minutes. Like it wasn't expensive enough to buy the fucking phone and the service plan, ya know? Fuckers. FUCK YAH, LET'S DO IT!
(That last fuck was for Crys who's absent from my life right now and I am not sure I can stand that much longer. I just like saying "fuck" in all its variations. ;)
Back inside shelter Grylls, 33, says: “It might well have moved away, but sure as hell it knows I’m here.”
But an adviser for the Discovery Channel documentary, shown on Channel 4 last year, claimed the sinister shadow was a fake.
Ron Hood said programme makers asked him to find a bear suit when plans to hire a tame grizzly for the shot fell through.
Mr Hood added: “They decided they wanted to somehow dramatise the attack on the shelter.”
A Discovery spokesman insisted that the pantomime outfit was hired as a prank by the crew — and no footage which included the bear costume was broadcast.
Last week it emerged Grylls does not sleep rough in the woods during episodes of Born Survivor but instead stays in hotels.
Thanks to Pat for alerting me. He and I are hardcore Les Stroud/Survivorman fans and think Bear deserves whatever horrible fallout he gets from all this fakery. Why have a pretend survival show? Oh yah, because everyone loves Survivor (Jeff Probst). I've seen probably one whole episode of that and know it's more real than Man vs. Wild.
Not a rage, actually, but when B and I decided not to go to BlogHer in Chicago* I had no idea it meant I would miss a golden opportunity to MEET MY FAVORITEST CELEBRITY ON THE PLANET, AMY SEDARIS (one and two).
a) We've never met in person before, we want our first time meeting to be all about us; b) we would have skipped going to BlogHer and just hung out in Chicago anyway; c) there are people at BlogHer that neither of us want to see, so why put ourselves through that?; d) when I come to Texas to visit in October after my Orlando conference we are going to party at her house like it's 1999 and I get to meet all the kittos while we get drunk and smoke (actual) cigars and eat steak and run around the house in our underwear since her husband will be away at a festival. :D (Yes, we will make videos. No, not while in our underwear or naked.)
I was just chatting with "the new girl" (who is so severely awesome I can't stand it) and she was telling me that the person she is replacing (who gave 2.5 months notice, wtf) has been on the phone all day with her realtor because someone has put an offer on her house contingent upon her letting them have her dog.
Her dog.
Her dog.
Dogs? Are family.
Dogs? Are not property.
Don't give me that legal mumbo jumbo bullshit. You take an animal into your fold and you keep it. You don't sell it with the house!!!!!!!!
The New Girl told me that she left her office because she was mad that The Old Girl was on the phone with her son trying to convince him that selling his childhood dog with his childhood house was for the best.
Posted at PostSecret this week. Frank actually named the image "pleasedonotsendmeemailaboutthisonethanks.jpg" but I'm pretty sure he's getting lots of mail about it anyway.
