thetofupirate: (Jayne: eating people alive)
About 2 and a half hours ago, I realized my plans for the day were shot. Completely. I had been planning to go to the job place downtown to see if they have different postings than the stuff online, and to see if they have any other services I might use. Then I was going to apply to tons and tons of jobs, and maybe try to catch a showing of Lars and the Real Girl sometime this evening, since I'm pretty sure it's still on at the Bookshelf.

However, when I went downstairs with the intention of working out, I realized that our basement had flooded. Thankfully, it's only the "new" section, as the original basement is fine. And it's only most of the new section, not all of it. Stupid thaw, and stupid massive rainstorm!

Our lovely neighbours have a wet vac they're letting me borrow, so there is no more of me, kneeling with a towel and bucket, trying to attack an inch of water in a 14' X 14' space (that's a guess).

I have figured out that the water most likely comes in from the door to the backyard, as that's really flooded. First thing in the spring, we're totally shoring up the sides of the house with dirt angled away from the house! And my plan for a hollyhock and peony garden at one side of the entranceway may not be a good idea, if that's where the water gets in. Although, I never water them, so maybe it would be okay afterall.

Anyway, I should probably get back at sucking up water. At least my hands won't be prune-y now. There goes my "vacation".

And Scott is totally taking over when he gets home.


Oct. 7th, 2007 11:58 am
thetofupirate: (Damn the man!)
Holy shit. Warner Brothers' president of production says they will no longer be "doing movies with women in the lead."

Why? Because they haven't performed well at the box office. I'm sure the fact that they were crappy movies in general had nothing to do with it. Nothing at all. What a fucking asshole.

As Gloria Allred states in that article, if the studio confirms that this is now their policy, I'm staging a girlcott.


Jun. 29th, 2006 04:46 pm
thetofupirate: (Damn the man!)
I KNEW there was a reason I hate that dude from Nickleback. What an asshole. I hope the cops do more than "propose" charges.
thetofupirate: (Oz as god)
I don't think I've mentioned it here before, but a bunch of us at work have put together a basketball team, and are playing on Wednesday nights in a local league. We signed up for the "we suck, but we're just playing for fun" section, but we seem to be one of the few teams who actually do suck and play for fun - every other team strikes us as a bunch of boys who are super good at playing basketball and want to make themselves feel really fucking awesome by beating people who haven't played in at least 10 years, and asking a couple girls to join their team so that they can keep playing in this league and making themselves seem like bigger men because they win.

The team tonight was just ridiculous - they were beating us by over 20 points (and in this league, all baskets are one point, no matter where they're shot from), and they were STILL doing picks, and trying to steal the ball from us before we could even get out of our defensive zone after they'd gone out of bounds, or whatever. This was the first team we played that didn't make it at least a little fun. Jerks. So they're the first team that we're not giving full spirit points to. Bah to them.

And I was having internet/email problems at home, but now it's all sorted out - yay! Maybe I'll actually write interesting things. Ha.

But now I'm tired and sore (my own teammate hurt me - not on purpose, but I totally had the ball when he wrenched it from me and jammed my ring finger. It feels almost like the ones I sprained back in highschool, except without quite so much of the "Oh god! They feel like they're on fire!"ness), so I'm just going to veg out with a movie then go to bed so I can be up early to start going to the gym again.
thetofupirate: (empire - lipgloss_black8)
Dear Buckley's Medicine,

I know people who swear by you. Yes, you taste like ass. But come on! Work a bit faster, please. I don't think you've done anything yet, and I'm already on my third spoonful. I'm following directions, but maybe I should take it to the max and do two at a time instead of one? Although, I would prefer if you just stopped making me cough right now. That'd be keen.

Thank you for your consideration,


Dear magazine store down the road from work,

Okay, I've visited you HOW many times in the past 6 or 7 months, wondering if you carried Bitch or Bust magazines. Thank you for finally (FINALLY!) carrying them today, even though I'd already picked up the latest Bitch. I think I'll get a subscription anyway, because you're obviously not all that reliable.

On the fence,


Dear guy at the movie store,

Hey, next time I have a free movie rental, kindly ASK me if I want to redeem it first before you just decide to redeem it for me. I had a plan, and you totally ruined it!

Bastard (but you were nice otherwise, so I can forgive you),


Dear Empire Records,

Man, it's been a while, hasn't it? It's nice though; no matter how long it's been since we hung out together, when we do finally hang out, it's nice and comfortable. I like that.

"I hope you like blue cheese",
thetofupirate: (empire - lipgloss_black8)
Dear sponsors who think the world can/should revolve around them,

I hope you die terrible, painful, fiery deaths. You suck. I hate you so much.

No love ever,

P.S. Fuck. You.
thetofupirate: (empire - lipgloss_black8)
Dear dumbass co-worker,

If you really hate the sweetness of the pop you're currently drinking, STOP FUCKING DRINKING IT! And while you're on the stopping train, stop complaining to us after every goddamn sip. It's making me want to rip your stupid fucking head off.

Just shut up already, would you?

Much appreciated,

Dear other co-worker,

I sent you an email. You printed it off, and brought it over to me, and proceeded to verbally answer the question I'd asked you in the email. I ask you, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" I know what the email said, and you could have either just emailed me the answer (as it wasn't complicated), or had me bring up the file and then tell me the damn answer.

I hate you, and so do the poor wasted trees,


Dear dumbass co-worker,

Congratulations on realizing, 2 hours later, that perhaps you should stop drinking the goddamn fucking pop.

I still want to rip off your head.

no love,

August 2015



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