...oh, I'm gettin' close to goin' all medieval and giving everyone an atomic freaking wedgie. The kind where you grab the waistband and yank the underwear up over their eyes from the back....
First up, whoever is in charge of Borders. I went there today in hopes of picking up some Kimi ni Todoke. To my delight, they actually had all the extant volumes, so I grabbed 'em. Went up to the cash registers and saw that there were actually two cashiers working, one customer was just finishing, and I wouldn't have to wait but a few seconds!
Oh no, because one said, "Sir, she'll take you in just a few moments," and strode off towards the back of the store.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...finally get to the cash register.
"Gee, I'm really glad my purchase didn't interfere with his busy schedule," I said; and the remaining cashier gave me a bunch of horseshit about hours and policy and blah blah blah. "I understand that hours are tight," I replied, "but he couldn't take five minutes?"
Oh no because he'd get in trouble!
Good! Perfect! Punish your employees for taking care of the customer. That's awesome. No wonder the fucking telephone is always ringing in that shithole.
Second: no matter where I go, no matter what I do, I am always behind some fucktard who can't drive slow enough. If the speed limit's 40 he's going 35, or even 30. (Just for the record, I do not tailgate. 2 second rule, always. My reflexes are not the fastest and I know it.) This wouldn't be such a problem except that
Third: no matter where I go, no matter what i do, I am always in front of some douchebag who is trying to break the sound barrier and tailgates me because he has to drive at the same speed I'm going, which is 5 under the limit because I'm behind the fucktard mentioned above. (The anus is usually incapable of doing something drastic, y'know, like passing me in the left lane.)
At least I got my books, and Mom's appointment today didn't take as long as I'd feared it would.
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Spell check will not help you. "Dick" is spelled correctly.
People think spell check fixes all errors. That's why I recently saw a "Pairing Knife" for sale at the grocery store. 'Scuse me, you mean "paring" knife, asshats.
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Yet more evidence that we don't have the slightest fucking clue about how heat is absorbed, transferred, and radiated by Earth's atmosphere.
"Global warming" my ass.
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If Obama were a Republican, we would be told that the real unemployment rate is 28%.
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You know those asshole universities and businesses which are anti-Israel because of Palestine? They're not putting their money where their mouths are. Now what was that common phrase we use when someone is only talking about doing something on a matter of principle? Lip service, that's it.
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Netanyahu is smarter than Obama. At the very least, he has more experience as an executive than Obama does.
Wait, who am I kidding? My freaking cat has more executive experience than Obama. And she's only in charge of pest control! WTF.
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First to take the credit, last to take the blame. Boss Tweek is talking as if he had something personally to do with solving the problem in the Gulf. Well, something other than playing golf and talking about "kicking ass" and being a complete tool, that is.
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Told you I'm in a bad mood. I've been in this mood since last night, for no apparent reason. Trying to play WoW, I was yelling at the computer because Dalaran sometimes makes the screen redraw rate drop into the single digits. (It has ever been thus. It just got to me last night.)
Tried to do a random and got stuck with a bunch of dorks from the Spanish servers. Right out of the gate some moron (not me) pulled a mob and we were spread out and everyone got killed; the tank quit and I got sick of watching spanish scroll past in the chat window and quit the group in disgust. Fuck you! Speak English, damn it! It's a game written by Americans and hosted in America, so speak English or fuck off.
(I realize, Blizzard, that you want money from everyone, not just English speakers. I don't care. Get the goddamned Spanish servers out of my freakin' battle group. Eat a bucket of dicks while you're at it.)
It was Pit of Saron, anyway, which is a royal pain in the ass. I hate it when there's a long programmed sequence where NPCs and monsters blather back and forth, yada yada yada, SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME PLAY THE GODDAMNED GAME ALREADY! I've come to detest Lady Jaina Proudmoore. "Forgive me!" WTF, your soldiers just got turned into undead, and it's not your fault they did, so just wipe the bitches out and don't get all fucking weepy about it. Shut up.
And while we're on the subject, I'm fricking tired of these high-level NPCs telling me, "Go do this! I could handle this bad guy faster and easier than you can but I'd rather let you get killed and run the risk of losing the war!" She takes out a huge mob of elite 80 undead with one freaking instant cast spell yet she can't be fucked to go deal with Tyrannus herself, oh no! She'd rather send more fodder in to get wiped out! I want to hit her with a tire iron.
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This morning it was cool outside and the humidity was low enough that I opened my windows and put the fan into one. I was able to drop the temperature of my room some 5-10 degrees in about half an hour. Running the computer and the TV dumps too much freaking waste heat into the room and it overwhelms the trickle of cool air coming from the vent.
When it's coming, anyway--at night the rest of the house is cool and the thermostat doesn't kick in. So there's no cool air coming in anyway.
So I was able to force-cool the room with outside air. For once.
Despite the extra-cool morning, it's freaking hot outside now, and the hot temperatures are expected to continue into next week.
At least the weather isn't forecast by economists. "Well, we expect the air to cool and become less humid by Friday." Friday comes, it's 90° and humid; the headlines read, "WEATHER WARMER THAN EXPECTED" and the economists are all standing there with their goddamned pie holes hanging open because they're a bunch of morons.
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Damn it I'm in a bad mood. I think I'll go back to bed.