[Ain't_It_Just_]

Mappo's Travelling Sack, on Jul 16 2009, 08:48 PM, said:

My internet is crawling, and I have to stay home tonight instead of going out because I have to drive my sister to some stupid youth science thing at like 8 in the morning.

Hope it's not the Star Wars exhibit at Scienceworks....that place is worst than an ants nest. It was so bad that I cancelled my trip to go there and had fish and chips instead.

I'm downloading something and the ETA of completion is several days. Freeking computers.

[MTS]

No, it's not Scienceworks; that's in Melbourne. I have to go out to Ararat, which is in the middle of fucking nowhere. She's going to some national youth science forum or whatever because she loves science so much that she wants to spend her summer learning about it instead of having fun. This is an interview or whatever.

Fucking hell I'm bored.

[Arthur Dayne]

My wife's birthday is tomorrow but our marriage is one foot in the toilet right now, so when I went to go find a nice card I couldn't buy one that had anything to do with looking forward to spending my life in love with eachother. It makes me bitter to no end.

[Mezla PigDog]

Arthur Dayne, on Jul 16 2009, 02:20 PM, said:

My wife's birthday is tomorrow but our marriage is one foot in the toilet right now, so when I went to go find a nice card I couldn't buy one that had anything to do with looking forward to spending my life in love with eachother. It makes me bitter to no end.

Duh. Make one! It says it better but with less class

[caladanbrood]

There's a good song by Nickelback on the Transformers soundtrack. Something is screwy with the world

[Thelomen Toblerone]

One of the top bosses at work asked if I knew if he had to attend something. I said "well Im new but as far as I know it's a requirement you attend, yes." Checked it out, got back to him and said "just found out that it's not strictly a requirement but apparently it's advisable/preferable so if you do have prior arrangements then they say not to worry. Hope that helps"

He went MENTAL. I havent got a fucking clue why. Apparently I shouldn't presume to tell him what to do, should choose what I say more carefully, am insolent, etc etc. It was a fucking e-mail exchange comprised of pretty much exactly the above words. I have no clue why he went mental or thought I was being offensive, not only did I answer a question he asked, I went out of my way to make sure I got clarification and could tell him exactly what the answer was. I did it all in a polite manner, said things like "if you have any queries at all please let me know and I'll do my best to help." The day before, he'd met me, I'd introduced myself, fetched him papers, we had a little chat and he seemed very pleased and quite a cheerful bloke, seemed to quite like me. At all times I was nothing but courteous. I have no fucking idea what happened.

And apparently he's got a reputation for going after people that cross him. Considering I have to talk to him ooh, every day from now on, and am spending 6 hours in a small room with him tomorrow, I cannot forsee things being fun.

[amphibian]

Arthur Dayne, on Jul 16 2009, 09:20 AM, said:

My wife's birthday is tomorrow but our marriage is one foot in the toilet right now, so when I went to go find a nice card I couldn't buy one that had anything to do with looking forward to spending my life in love with eachother. It makes me bitter to no end.

Macaroni art. If you really want to amuse yourself, use double sided tape on a large piece of paper and go to town on it. The tape lets things be rearranged just so without a mess and the macaroni is 1) awesome and 2) a limitless medium to anything you want to express.

With colored pencils, I did a Whale Mail card (on the cover was a whale halfway out of the water on the beach saying 'I've a message for you', on the left inside was the whale saying 'happy birthday' and the right side was the whale's skeleton on the beach with the tide completely out and no words. The back cover said "Whale Mail - delivering the message at all costs since 87 million B.C.". The recipient was happy I'd gone to such effort, but completely nonplussed by the actual card itself. The look on her face was HILARIOUS.

Back to me:

I almost died on the way home today. I'm four minutes from home and taking an off-ramp into the next town at about 35 miles an hour when I SEE A GODDAMN PRIUS BEING DRIVEN BY A FUCKING FOUR FOOT TALL GREY LEPRECHAUN WITH RAY CHARLES SHADES ON BEING DRIVEN DIRECTLY AT ME AT 30 MPH.

This fucking grey terror was nonchalantly motoring the wrong way on a busy highway off-ramp. All I could do was let my face assume a rictus of terror and clamp onto the steering wheel. Fortunately, I managed to get in the next lane just in time to let the daft c**t go by.

Two seconds later, I'm safely stopped at the red light at the end of the ramp and I look in my rear view mirror in horror of what I think is about to happen. I haven't let out a breath yet. Fortunately, she's realized the mistake and is turning around during an unusual break in traffic. I finally breathe out.

I realize she's about to be right behind me again, so I right turn on red and scoot the fuck out of there before she got another shot at damaging my car or me.

Fuck. Fuck the grey terrors that drive around during the daytime.

[Lisheo]

Thelomen Toblerone, on Jul 16 2009, 06:29 PM, said:

One of the top bosses at work asked if I knew if he had to attend something. I said "well Im new but as far as I know it's a requirement you attend, yes." Checked it out, got back to him and said "just found out that it's not strictly a requirement but apparently it's advisable/preferable so if you do have prior arrangements then they say not to worry. Hope that helps"

He went MENTAL. I havent got a fucking clue why. Apparently I shouldn't presume to tell him what to do, should choose what I say more carefully, am insolent, etc etc. It was a fucking e-mail exchange comprised of pretty much exactly the above words. I have no clue why he went mental or thought I was being offensive, not only did I answer a question he asked, I went out of my way to make sure I got clarification and could tell him exactly what the answer was. I did it all in a polite manner, said things like "if you have any queries at all please let me know and I'll do my best to help." The day before, he'd met me, I'd introduced myself, fetched him papers, we had a little chat and he seemed very pleased and quite a cheerful bloke, seemed to quite like me. At all times I was nothing but courteous. I have no fucking idea what happened.

And apparently he's got a reputation for going after people that cross him. Considering I have to talk to him ooh, every day from now on, and am spending 6 hours in a small room with him tomorrow, I cannot forsee things being fun.

He sounds like a control freak, Toby. If one of the guy I work with did that to me, I'd be more than pleased.

[Mezla PigDog]

Thelomen Toblerone, on Jul 16 2009, 06:29 PM, said:

He went MENTAL. I havent got a fucking clue why.

I will hazard a guess as to why! It is because he is a cock Save your emails, just in case and then forget about. I had a right hoo-haa with a boss once and I really regretted not saving some that proved I wasn't imagining his psychotic behaviour. Not that you will likely need them but it is better to have the evidence and not need it!

[Aptorian]

Give us his e-mail, TT... me and 4chan will sort this out in a jiffy

[Morgoth]

Goldenhar syndrom. I had a case today with a kid suffering from this. I am now happy that I 1) am not a doctor, 2) have no children.. After reading about this stuff I don't know if I ever want one.

mind you, I'd not want a kid with Praeder-Willis or Soto-syndrom either... The joys you meet working for the welfare state.

[Ain't_It_Just_]

Arthur Dayne, on Jul 16 2009, 11:20 PM, said:

My wife's birthday is tomorrow but our marriage is one foot in the toilet right now, so when I went to go find a nice card I couldn't buy one that had anything to do with looking forward to spending my life in love with eachother. It makes me bitter to no end.

amphibian, on Jul 17 2009, 03:32 AM, said:

Arthur Dayne, on Jul 16 2009, 09:20 AM, said:

My wife's birthday is tomorrow but our marriage is one foot in the toilet right now, so when I went to go find a nice card I couldn't buy one that had anything to do with looking forward to spending my life in love with eachother. It makes me bitter to no end.

Macaroni art. If you really want to amuse yourself, use double sided tape on a large piece of paper and go to town on it. The tape lets things be rearranged just so without a mess and the macaroni is 1) awesome and 2) a limitless medium to anything you want to express.

With colored pencils, I did a Whale Mail card (on the cover was a whale halfway out of the water on the beach saying 'I've a message for you', on the left inside was the whale saying 'happy birthday' and the right side was the whale's skeleton on the beach with the tide completely out and no words. The back cover said "Whale Mail - delivering the message at all costs since 87 million B.C.". The recipient was happy I'd gone to such effort, but completely nonplussed by the actual card itself. The look on her face was HILARIOUS.

Back to me:

I almost died on the way home today. I'm four minutes from home and taking an off-ramp into the next town at about 35 miles an hour when I SEE A GODDAMN PRIUS BEING DRIVEN BY A FUCKING FOUR FOOT TALL GREY LEPRECHAUN WITH RAY CHARLES SHADES ON BEING DRIVEN DIRECTLY AT ME AT 30 MPH.

This fucking grey terror was nonchalantly motoring the wrong way on a busy highway off-ramp. All I could do was let my face assume a rictus of terror and clamp onto the steering wheel. Fortunately, I managed to get in the next lane just in time to let the daft c**t go by.

Two seconds later, I'm safely stopped at the red light at the end of the ramp and I look in my rear view mirror in horror of what I think is about to happen. I haven't let out a breath yet. Fortunately, she's realized the mistake and is turning around during an unusual break in traffic. I finally breathe out.

I realize she's about to be right behind me again, so I right turn on red and scoot the fuck out of there before she got another shot at damaging my car or me.

Fuck. Fuck the grey terrors that drive around during the daytime.

Sounds terrifying. Sympatheticface.

My break is all but over...just tommorow and that's it.

[Darkwatch]

Friends have bailed.
No shirtscapade here to see.
See the sisterhood thread.

[Ain't_It_Just_]

Lost the game today...feeling very down.

[Centzon Totochtin]

Today I was stabbed in the hand by a butter knife, it bled, and it hurts when I move my hand right now. Then later today the floor at my parents house gave me a big splinter which it took about 20 mins of trying from Shiara and Lucy to get out, and now my foot hurts like buggery to walk on.

Why did the kitchen try to kill me? I was just baking!

[MTS]

Centzon Totochtin, on Jul 19 2009, 09:44 PM, said:

Today I was stabbed in the hand by a butter knife, it bled, and it hurts when I move my hand right now. Then later today the floor at my parents house gave me a big splinter which it took about 20 mins of trying from Shiara and Lucy to get out, and now my foot hurts like buggery to walk on.

Why did the kitchen try to kill me? I was just baking!

Maybe the universe is sick of baked goods and wants some variety in its diet?

[Slow Ben]

First of all Centz, sorry. Second, how the hell can you be stabbed with a butter knife and make it bleed? Theres no sharp edges.

[bubba]

Australian butter knife....need I say more?
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Number of downloads: 5

[Thelomen Toblerone]

That's not a knife, that's a spoon!

Centz, I feel we should put you in a giant bubble. If butter knives are doing this sort of damage, clearly the Australian environs in which you dwell shall be the end of you.

I'm bummed about work tomorrow, I'd rather the weekend just lasted. Except, y'know, with work-pay still. Had a good weekend with the gf, I think everything's ok there, tentative plans to see her Friday, so things are looking up - it's quite possible it was just a bad couple of days and I reacted melo/over-dramatically, brought on by recent contact with Brood one can only imagine. Oh, and crazy guy at work said nothing to me on Friday except evil eye me for 3 solid hours, which I can deal with.

This post has been edited by Thelomen Toblerone: 19 July 2009 - 06:29 PM

[HoosierDaddy]

My stupid fucking bathroom sink stopper is like GLUED into the fucking drain. I've fiddled with it for a couple hours. I'm thinking of just bombing the fucker.