Random Rants LV: The Joy of Ranting

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What should have been a perfect end to a good birthday ended horribly. All because I had to wander off from my group. Two hours spent fruitlessly trying to find them again. And I found out this morning they tried to look for me too. So not only did I ruin it for myself, I ruined it for others too. And to think this could all have been avoided if I just shared my cell number. Unfortunately, that thought never came to me. I learned a lot from this. I just wish these lessons weren't accompanied by the most profound sadness I've known in years. Well, I guess I'm still lucky I haven't had much worse things to have been absolutely miserable about.
 
Snow is always bad. It's wet, you need to shovel it away, it's annoying on the street...there's nothing good about it.

There's that hush that comes over the world when snow first begins to accumulate.

Then there's that scrunch of fresh snow beneath your feet.

Snow isn't always bad.

It mostly is, though.
 
Snow is beautiful! I don't understand people who don't love snow and cold weather. I suspect y'all are actually aliens hiding among us waiting for your invasion signal. That's why I only -really- trust people who love winter things.
 
My father hates shoveling. Having to shovel my old house when we lived in Maryland was quite an annoyance.

That said, I like the snow. It gives me a special feeling.
 
I quite liked it. Better than the original (John Wayne was a really boring one-role actor), and it was funny, interesting, and sad. No idea what the deal with the roving dentist buying bodies was, though.

:mad: You... you... St. Louisian! :mad:
 
Somebody or something tripped the fire alarm in my building at 3:00 am last night. :mad:
Oh no! !!!

You didn't have to evacuate the building? And stand about outside shivering?
I'm pretty sure a lot of people didn't bother, since the crowd outside wasn't that large - about the same as when the alarm gets tripped during the day. But I suppose some of the people on the other side of the building go to the back entrance instead of the front.

Thing is, last year there was ongoing upgrading to the elevators. And the people doing that managed, fairly regularly, to do something stupid that triggered the fire alarms. Plus there are kids allowed in this building and some of them think it's funny to pull the alarm and sneak down the back stairs.

This year there have been renovations going on since spring. They haven't been exactly neat about it, leaving piles of debris around, not bothering to vacuum the floors after themselves, and leaving uncovered fibreglass sitting around - on a floor where little kids live. So when the fire alarm goes off during the day, it's more likely an accident or a prank, but in the middle of the night, I was thinking that maybe some of the renovation materials got too close to a heat source and I'd better get downstairs.

So I got dressed, put on my coat, grabbed my purse, and realized for the dozenth time that I've got to figure out a doable fire escape plan for the cats, since right now there isn't time to wrestle them into a carrier and get them down as well.

I went as far as the lobby, since the fire department wasn't telling everyone to get outside. From experience, I know there would be people standing around near the door outside, smoking(!), and I prefer to breathe. Finally, after checking all six floors, they said we could go back to our apartments. It was about 3:30 a.m. when I got back here.

I can't wait to see if the building gets tidied up for the annual fire alarm inspection (October is Fire Prevention Month).

Snow is always bad. It's wet, you need to shovel it away, it's annoying on the street...there's nothing good about it.
*Goes back in time to this morning, scoops up some of the snow that fell overnight, makes a snowball, and lobs it at The_J... it hits, right on target, SPLAT! Valka snickers.*

You are mistaken. Snow was good for the above momentary passing thought. :p :mischief: :D

What should have been a perfect end to a good birthday ended horribly. All because I had to wander off from my group. Two hours spent fruitlessly trying to find them again. And I found out this morning they tried to look for me too. So not only did I ruin it for myself, I ruined it for others too. And to think this could all have been avoided if I just shared my cell number. Unfortunately, that thought never came to me. I learned a lot from this. I just wish these lessons weren't accompanied by the most profound sadness I've known in years. Well, I guess I'm still lucky I haven't had much worse things to have been absolutely miserable about.
Aw. :(

Next year, spend your birthday here. You'll know where we are and we'll know where you are. Nobody will get lost, and we'll all post pictures of birthday cake.

There's that hush that comes over the world when snow first begins to accumulate.

Then there's that scrunch of fresh snow beneath your feet.

Snow isn't always bad.

It mostly is, though.
It's not fun when it's piled up in windrows that freeze. But otherwise, it's not bad.

Snow is beautiful! I don't understand people who don't love snow and cold weather. I suspect y'all are actually aliens hiding among us waiting for your invasion signal. That's why I only -really- trust people who love winter things.
We already had our first snow of the season, over a month ago. The skiff we had this morning was right on schedule, and I wouldn't be surprised if Halloween was snowy this year.

This is one reason why I can't wrap my mind around that clear, sunny, broad-daylight scene in E.T. where the kids are going trick-or-treating. It's bizarre. Halloween here is dark, with an extra layer of warm clothes underneath the costumes.
 
It is day two of "Hey, it's snowing here".

I am not pleased. I should contact the alien overlords to move me over to a tropical island.
 
This is both a rave and a rant, I suppose. So I was digging through my hundreds (thousands?) of papers of really old Conworlding and creative writing notes, mainly the ones dating back to high school. I do this now and then, for old times sake, but this time I've found some papers I haven't seen in a very long, long time.

Frankly, in a way, I'm a bit impressed with all the passion and effort my younger self put into his creative efforts. But it kinda depresses me for some reason. I dunno. Maybe because my writing and conworlding has taken a bit of a slump in recent years. When I'm older it's more difficult to ramble random things and pour out my heart and soul suy like that.

What really strikes me though is that my younger self wrote some creative writing notes more or less predicting this exactly. In a way, though, I suppose his words give a bit of hope. His words are a bit encouraging.


Hmm. Ah, y'know, NaNoWriMo is coming up. Good time to flex some creative muslis again.
 
And you didn't run after her?



Was at a birthday party yesterday evening.
Should've been nice.
But there are these days, when my mood just keels over at some point, without good reason.
So I spent half of the time sitting there, staring at the youtube videos, without finding the motivation to get up and go home.
Damnit.

And I also knew it, but parties with people from work also don't work in regards of girls. There are 3 people there...if they're present...I'm not going to do anything. Wouldn't stand getting that much crap in the following weeks afterwards.
Which is a pitty, because these 2 greek girls are pretty nice.
But whatever.
 
Sort-of-dating a guy with a very promising career in acting.

Can't shake the feeling that I shouldn't get attached 'cause he'll soon see much more interesting people out there in the world and I don't have a chance.
 
I was about to wish happy birthday on Facebook to a guy I've known since kindergarten, whose birthday I always remember because it is same as my sister's. Facebook did not include a birthday reminder for him this year though, and when I looked I found he was no longer on my friends list. At first I assumed that he just unfriended me because we hadn't talked since graduating high school, but when I searched for his name the only person I could find was his father.

The last things his father posted, back in March, were old pictures with his son in his boyscouts uniform. The comments that others left on the pictures are the sort generally left to those grieving the death of a loved one. I don't know any details, but I strongly suspect that my old friend killed himself earlier this year.

(I was actually just talking about this guy to someone about a month ago, about how much he seemed to change after graduation if his profile was any indication. When I knew him he called himself a Libertarian, but was more right wing even on social issues and interventionist foreign policy than any other black guy I've ever known. He also talked often about his strong Roman Catholic faith. A year later on Facebook he came out of the closet as a homosexual atheist progressive who considered anyone to the right of Dennis Kucinich to be intolerable.)
 
Sort-of-dating a guy with a very promising career in acting.

Can't shake the feeling that I shouldn't get attached 'cause he'll soon see much more interesting people out there in the world and I don't have a chance.

If you back yourself in you give yourself a much better chance than if you only half go for it.
 
Snow is beautiful!
Hear, hear! :)
I am not one of those persons who do not like warm weather or who like gloomy weather out of principle - but I am very much looking forward to the snow season, especially now that the summer season is completely gone (I just hope there is one, sometimes the weather is weird and there is virtually no snow the whole winter).
The world becomes magical. The looks, the silence, the whole atmosphere... it is fantastic. Makes me feel all fluffy inside. Even the air tastes different. So fresh.
 
You know, I don't think I ever had freezing balls. Is that even possible, medically?

And why are Bulgarians not wearing pants?

But I can concur in so far as that when it gets far below 0 degrees my romanticism looses some of its enthusiasm.
But if it is just like -2 and all snowy... wonderland baby!
 
Even brass monkeys have freezing balls. In fact, they're well known for it.
 
To clarify - I do not doubt that my balls can freeze. But I never actually felt bitter cold in my balls. Hands, oh yes, easily. Arms, legs, torso, face, ears... everywhere. But never actually my balls. It seems to me that if my entire body felt like my balls - I would shrink and then I would be good to go in any cold.
So if one wants to emphasize how cold it is, I find ones balls a weird choice.
 
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