I can't stand it when people puss out on hate. "Oh, I don't hate anybody. Hate is too harsh a term."
Seriously? What the fuck is your imbalance? If you can love something or someone, you can hate something or someone else. Not only that, but you probably should. I'm all for keeping your enemies closer than your friends, and I'm all for turning the other cheek when it's appropriate (which is more situations than not), but I draw the line at loving your enemy.
I think too many people confuse hating with acting on said feelings. Just because I hate someone doesn't mean I'm going to go out slash his or her tires. It doesn't mean I'm going to be a slave to my hate and get the jitters until I piss in that person's coffee. It just means I have a healthy dose of the other end of the emotional spectrum flowing through me to balance out the love stuff that's also there (even if it's not apparent in this particular blog). I don't let it ruin my life, my relationships, or my blood pressure.
I've heard people say that hate just eats you up inside and is a waste of energy. I respectfully disagree. It will eat you inside if you're weak and stupid enough to let it. I bet the same people who get completely eaten up with hate over some things/people are the same ones who fall headlong and hard in love and let that define them, too... for as long as that love lasted, anyway. Hate and love are the extremes, and people who try to live in one and not the other aren't healthy. The hate-filled folks are just as unhealthy as the love-only folks, but I find that the love-only ones really come off as major pussies.
It's not like I'm saying you have to both love and hate every object or person in your life like there's some weird Yin and Yang deal in everything on the planet. I'm just saying you ought not act like you're "too good" to hate something or someone. You're not too good. You're off kilter. Fucknut.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
If the State of Georgia was a person, I'd like to slap the stupid out of him.
Georgia and I have a long, sordid history.
I hated Georgia while I lived there, but was ok with calling it home once I left.
I was not ok when, due to some new rules, I was unable to continue registering my car in my Military Home of Record where I was paying state taxes simply because I had a license from the state in which I was living due to military orders.
I was not ok when they changed the flag. I don't give two shits about the "Stars and Bars," but both of the flags that followed the confederate cloth read: "In God We Trust." Great, so now, not only was I being pissed on by my state for daring to be in the military and not living in the backwards ass fuckhole of Georgia, but I was also being excluded from the citizenry as an atheist. I'm not saying that there should be a denouncement of God, but come the fuck on. Even in Georgia, there are at least *some* people who don't believe in an invisible sky buddy.
I was not ok this morning, when I heard the latest about the water talks/fights between Georgia, Florida, and Alabama as they try to deal with the drought. Of course, talks have stalled between the states, and really, who came blame them? I wouldn't want to work with a fuck like Sonny Perdue who thinks that the other states just "still don't realize how vital and how critical Georgia's water needs are."
So what do they want to do? These fucks want to redraw the boarder to take over a piece of the Tennessee River!
Jesus Fucking Christ, I take it back. If Georgia were a person, I wouldn't want to slap the stupid out of him, I would want to beat the fuck out of him for being such a self-centered asshole who can't see past his own nose.
I hated Georgia while I lived there, but was ok with calling it home once I left.
I was not ok when, due to some new rules, I was unable to continue registering my car in my Military Home of Record where I was paying state taxes simply because I had a license from the state in which I was living due to military orders.
I was not ok when they changed the flag. I don't give two shits about the "Stars and Bars," but both of the flags that followed the confederate cloth read: "In God We Trust." Great, so now, not only was I being pissed on by my state for daring to be in the military and not living in the backwards ass fuckhole of Georgia, but I was also being excluded from the citizenry as an atheist. I'm not saying that there should be a denouncement of God, but come the fuck on. Even in Georgia, there are at least *some* people who don't believe in an invisible sky buddy.
I was not ok this morning, when I heard the latest about the water talks/fights between Georgia, Florida, and Alabama as they try to deal with the drought. Of course, talks have stalled between the states, and really, who came blame them? I wouldn't want to work with a fuck like Sonny Perdue who thinks that the other states just "still don't realize how vital and how critical Georgia's water needs are."
So what do they want to do? These fucks want to redraw the boarder to take over a piece of the Tennessee River!
Jesus Fucking Christ, I take it back. If Georgia were a person, I wouldn't want to slap the stupid out of him, I would want to beat the fuck out of him for being such a self-centered asshole who can't see past his own nose.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Wow, lady. That sure is an ugly baby.
Just in case anyone out there is reading this, I want you to know right now that you will never see pictures of babies in this blog unless I'm making fun of ugly ones.
I sometimes choose to use the 'Next Blog' button to peruse the other blog offerings here. I've noticed that a lot of them are dedicated to families, and especially to children. I can see why people would do this; it's a convenient way to keep up with family from all over without clogging up their inboxes. Blood relations or not, no one appreciates 102 pictures all at once. Plus, you never know when some stranger might come by and comment on how cute your little snot factory is. And let's face it, who doesn't like compliments from strangers?
I wonder if people with ugly babies ever notice if/when people don't tell them their baby is cute. I wonder if they even realize thay have ugly babies. Do they know it deep down and deny it? Or is there some sort of invisible blinder that slips only onto the eyes of parents whenever they look at their little bundle of newly hatched flesh? I've heard of people being afraid they might end up with an ugly baby, but apparently none of those people ever realize their fears... or they don't seem to think they do.
I sometimes choose to use the 'Next Blog' button to peruse the other blog offerings here. I've noticed that a lot of them are dedicated to families, and especially to children. I can see why people would do this; it's a convenient way to keep up with family from all over without clogging up their inboxes. Blood relations or not, no one appreciates 102 pictures all at once. Plus, you never know when some stranger might come by and comment on how cute your little snot factory is. And let's face it, who doesn't like compliments from strangers?
I wonder if people with ugly babies ever notice if/when people don't tell them their baby is cute. I wonder if they even realize thay have ugly babies. Do they know it deep down and deny it? Or is there some sort of invisible blinder that slips only onto the eyes of parents whenever they look at their little bundle of newly hatched flesh? I've heard of people being afraid they might end up with an ugly baby, but apparently none of those people ever realize their fears... or they don't seem to think they do.
This blog now has a purpose
So, I changed the title to reflect the new purpose of this blog. This will be for my rants and any other unsavory thoughts of mine.
I've toyed with the idea of cross posting some of my old rants from my LJ here, but will hold off on that for now.
I like to use my LJ to generally keep up with folks. I don't update it daily or even weekly with the minutia of my days, but I do hop on from time to time to let people know I'm not dead in a ditch anywhere.
I like to use the Myspace blog for things I think are important/thought-provoking (always cross-posted to my LJ).
I've used the notes feature on facebook a few times, but they're also always cross-posted from/to my LJ.
I'd like for this one to stand alone. I do a lot of cross posting because there are always a few people in each of those communities that is not in one or more of the others. So far, I've linked to this one from the others, but not advertised its existence to my friends. I still haven't decided if I want to or not. There's no hiding my identity; it's all connected. I'm ok with that.
It's just that, while I don't anticipate it ever actually happening, I would kinda like it if this blog turned into something that other people from outside my other/usual circles were to start reading and posting their own rants and frustrations here, too. But there's plenty of places for that on the internet. This one's nothing new.
And yet, I find that I'll use this blog all the same.
I've toyed with the idea of cross posting some of my old rants from my LJ here, but will hold off on that for now.
I like to use my LJ to generally keep up with folks. I don't update it daily or even weekly with the minutia of my days, but I do hop on from time to time to let people know I'm not dead in a ditch anywhere.
I like to use the Myspace blog for things I think are important/thought-provoking (always cross-posted to my LJ).
I've used the notes feature on facebook a few times, but they're also always cross-posted from/to my LJ.
I'd like for this one to stand alone. I do a lot of cross posting because there are always a few people in each of those communities that is not in one or more of the others. So far, I've linked to this one from the others, but not advertised its existence to my friends. I still haven't decided if I want to or not. There's no hiding my identity; it's all connected. I'm ok with that.
It's just that, while I don't anticipate it ever actually happening, I would kinda like it if this blog turned into something that other people from outside my other/usual circles were to start reading and posting their own rants and frustrations here, too. But there's plenty of places for that on the internet. This one's nothing new.
And yet, I find that I'll use this blog all the same.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
I'll take the express elevator down, thanks.
I saw a woman in the mall today with two little kids. I don't remember hearing any conversation between them to confirm my suspicions, but it seemed likely enough that she was their mother.
My first thought was, "Holy shit. Someone had sex with her. Twice"
Ick.
My first thought was, "Holy shit. Someone had sex with her. Twice"
Ick.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Certified Morons
Pop quiz, people.
You're driving on I-495 (Outer loop of Washington DC) on your way to work. The speed limit is 50 in the construction zones and 55 elsewhere. 85-90% of the traffic is actually driving 70 miles per hour. There are four lanes.
You feel like going 60-65 mph. Which lane should you be in?
If you say anything other than the far right, you're a certified fucking moron!
I drive this corridor every weekday. People fail this quiz every weekday.
If you drive with your blinker on for more than 30-45 seconds and you don't actually do what your blinker is warning people your'e about to do, you're a certified fucking moron.
If you drive with your blinker on for 5-10 minutes while you're going down a road on which there are no places to turn, you should have your car keys taken away and they should be used to beat you about the head and shoulders for the same amount of time you drove with your blinker needlessly lit.
You're driving on I-495 (Outer loop of Washington DC) on your way to work. The speed limit is 50 in the construction zones and 55 elsewhere. 85-90% of the traffic is actually driving 70 miles per hour. There are four lanes.
You feel like going 60-65 mph. Which lane should you be in?
If you say anything other than the far right, you're a certified fucking moron!
I drive this corridor every weekday. People fail this quiz every weekday.
If you drive with your blinker on for more than 30-45 seconds and you don't actually do what your blinker is warning people your'e about to do, you're a certified fucking moron.
If you drive with your blinker on for 5-10 minutes while you're going down a road on which there are no places to turn, you should have your car keys taken away and they should be used to beat you about the head and shoulders for the same amount of time you drove with your blinker needlessly lit.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Blog, yo.
I wanted to use Google Talk to catch up with some people. So I ended up with this login.
Might as well use it.
I haven't decided how much I'll use it, but all my sites are generally linked to one another.
Might as well use it.
I haven't decided how much I'll use it, but all my sites are generally linked to one another.
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