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Tuesday, July 3, 2012

A Rant Is Brewing

I'm not lost yet. I have a few threads of self-control waiting to snap, but they're fraying rapidly.

I could comment on the stupidity of married people. Don't you understand you're our example? It's up to you to show us singles that the whole "becoming one" thing is worth it.

You're failing miserably.

I could comment on the stupidity of people in general. Don't you understand that three weeks of no rain and 100+ temperatures translates into "don't set off bottle rockets and Roman candles in your backyard," even if it is the Fourth of July? And really don't do it past 11 PM on a work night, or I will call the cops on your drunken buttocks, you selfish morons. And I'll give them a reason to book me into jail because you'll have had a little accident in the wait.

TT: I asked God to just kill them. Or at least maim them severely enough to have to go to hospital and leave me in peace. He didn't. He's nicer than I am, which is why you should all be grateful I'm not God.

I could go on ad nauseum about the loading issues I'm having with my computer and the Internet. It isn't just Farmville now. I can't tell if my DSL is acting screwy again or if some update didn't load properly, and frankly I'm at the end of whatever rope I'm not hanging myself with.

But, since I have those few threads wrapped so tightly around my self-control it's turning blackish-purple, I won't rant. No point. Doesn't change a thing.

Have a great Fourth, people. Try not to blow yourselves up. Or don't. Don't really care at the moment.

I need a nap.


2 comments:

  1. Have you seen this video making fun of people who blow their limbs off? It's pretty funny. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYc26WC4oYg

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  2. Ah, fireworks! Little packets of gunpowder in the hands of people who normally would not be allowed to operate a pen without supervision, and usually while drunk. Over in Holland they have strict rules about when they can be set off, which is basically New Year's eve. During that time, so much explosive material gets ignited in such a short time and in such a tiny area, I'm amazed they haven't shifted the Earth off its orbit.

    I feel your pain. On the evening of our first New Year's eve here I thought World War 3 had started. I had just recovered from that when the deafening music started in the barn next to our house and did not stop until 7a.m.

    Thankfully, we don't celebrate July 4th here, otherwise we'd probably be in the same orbit as Mars right now, and our neighbours would have to have their sound system surgically removed.

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