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Random Rants LXVI: NO, **YOUR** THREAD TITLES SUCK!!

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Holy crap that sounds like an awful time. :(

I'm glad we cut of contact with my inlaws because they have the same kinds of conversations.



Rant: Wife got in a fender bender and the passenger in the car got out and try to assault her. The driver, who was the passenger's boyfriend, managed to restrain her until my wife's co-workers surrounded her (this happened right outside of work) but she continued to scream and curse at my wife even though my wife admitted fault and was in tears. The driver and passenger smelled like weed and drove off as soon as they were told the police were coming to file a report. Now the driver of the other car is attempting to go after extra money for a supposed injury despite the collision being a fender bender that didn't deploy airbags.

Because of the above, our insurance has gone up 50% and we're down to one car for a couple of weeks. I was pretty anxious at the beginning of this week relying on a limited range, slow-charging EV as our only vehicle but it's been working out just fine. So there's that.

That sounds a lot worse for those hit by your wife's car, no?
 
For the love of god, bring back the black background already. I think the admins are underestimating just how much some people hate having Scottish porn level whiteness burning their retinas.
 
Holy crap that sounds like an awful time. :(

I'm glad we cut of contact with my inlaws because they have the same kinds of conversations.



Rant: Wife got in a fender bender and the passenger in the car got out and try to assault her. The driver, who was the passenger's boyfriend, managed to restrain her until my wife's co-workers surrounded her (this happened right outside of work) but she continued to scream and curse at my wife even though my wife admitted fault and was in tears. The driver and passenger smelled like weed and drove off as soon as they were told the police were coming to file a report. Now the driver of the other car is attempting to go after extra money for a supposed injury despite the collision being a fender bender that didn't deploy airbags.

Because of the above, our insurance has gone up 50% and we're down to one car for a couple of weeks. I was pretty anxious at the beginning of this week relying on a limited range, slow-charging EV as our only vehicle but it's been working out just fine. So there's that.



If the people left before the police arrived, they shouldn't be able to file a claim against your insurance.
 
Harry Potter fans seem to have been born without the capacity for embarrassment, and while intellectually I know I should admire that, in practice I just find myself generating enough second-embarrassment to choke a grizzly bear.

I think it's the mixture of abject kitsch and stony-faced self-seriousness that grinds my brain like a belt sander down the spinal column. You can't have a von Papen stand-in called "Mr. Fudge". Edit: That's really more a complaint about the books, isn't it? I suppose the tonal schizophrenia had to start somewhere. The equivalent in the fandom would be people insisting that it's a very serious and profound meditation on good and evil, and then saying things like "butter beer" without immediately strangling themselves like a disgraced Chinese scholar. You can't have both.
 
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Where exactly did you go?
What do people make of Theresa May's reassurance to Nissan that they will not be unduly affected by Brexit? Why does a car company get to know more about Brexit than either Parliament or the electorate? How can she even begin to make that assurance in the first place?
The cost will be passed down in the same manner as VAT/GST.
 
You posted that in the wrong thread, which certainly qualifies as a rant. :p
 
You know, I was trying to see why it hadn't been posted in the Brexit thread.

Well, <sexualintercourse> the new system. Before we got to quote posts in each separate thread as was proper.

Nevertheless, the content was rantworthy.
 
Rant: The first post has broken links.
 
If the people left before the police arrived, they shouldn't be able to file a claim against your insurance.
They definitely still can and did. It's pretty crappy to be honest. Thankfully we have pictures of both vehicles and a line of witnesses who can attest to what happened. The way these things work though, he'll likely get a couple hundred dollars from my insurance company for his "injury" on top of having his bumper/headlight assembly fixed.

That sounds a lot worse for those hit by your wife's car, no?
I have sympathy for them and our insurance should make him whole. If he does have an injury, that is terrible and I hope there are no lasting consequences.

None of that excuses his behavior or his girlfriends behavior. Two wrongs don't make a right and all that.
 
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Rant #1: Normally I'd post what I'm about to post in the IALS social group. But since the social groups got zapped in the migration, this is the only other place to say it.

#2: I got an email this morning from my aunt, to say that my last grandparent (mom's mother) died on Friday, and she asked if I wanted some "ornament" as a memento.

At this point, don't even bother. They didn't tell me my own mother was dying of cancer two years ago, until she was already dead. This lately-deceased grandmother hated my dad's mom - the grandmother who actually raised me. I know I'm supposed to feel bad, and I do a little bit - but that's for the memories of things that happened over 45 years ago, plus one or two since.

This is really not a good day.
 
Rant #1: Normally I'd post what I'm about to post in the IALS social group. But since the social groups got zapped in the migration, this is the only other place to say it.

#2: I got an email this morning from my aunt, to say that my last grandparent (mom's mother) died on Friday, and she asked if I wanted some "ornament" as a memento.

At this point, don't even bother. They didn't tell me my own mother was dying of cancer two years ago, until she was already dead. This lately-deceased grandmother hated my dad's mom - the grandmother who actually raised me. I know I'm supposed to feel bad, and I do a little bit - but that's for the memories of things that happened over 45 years ago, plus one or two since.

This is really not a good day.

My condolences. The more I know about your family, the more I hope you all will find truce one.day. Before all of you are dead I mean.
 
Rant #1: Normally I'd post what I'm about to post in the IALS social group. But since the social groups got zapped in the migration, this is the only other place to say it.

#2: I got an email this morning from my aunt, to say that my last grandparent (mom's mother) died on Friday, and she asked if I wanted some "ornament" as a memento.

At this point, don't even bother. They didn't tell me my own mother was dying of cancer two years ago, until she was already dead. This lately-deceased grandmother hated my dad's mom - the grandmother who actually raised me. I know I'm supposed to feel bad, and I do a little bit - but that's for the memories of things that happened over 45 years ago, plus one or two since.

This is really not a good day.



I'm sorry to hear of all that. It's tough to not be on good terms with family, particularly when you don't have a lot of it.
 
Alright so

It's getting pretty obvious to me now that I have no sort of skills or aptitute on any level of any field
not only am I failing on physics and maths pretty consantly, but I can't even keep a place tidy or like manage relationships
Most conversations I have is just me trying to get away as soon as possible, making promises I don't intend to uphold

How can I then hope to achieve anything? Do I even care, or want to? Do I care about anything?
I've been talking about like sociatal stuff for a long time, and have had like socialist leaning, but I don't really know any of that stuff (nor physics or maths, but this hits harder, I think), and I doubt I actually really care about things or goals related to that.

I don't feel like I want to either like make adifference, better myself or even better material conditions or what have you.

And I feel like sort of a fraud pretending I care. And in my situation, is any kind of like ambitions, dreams or goals warranted? It doesn't seem so.

I'm also getting more and more convinced there is no purpose or value to anything. The world is a piece of **** and living in it isn't worth it. Like existance has inherently less value than non-existance.

I'm starting to hate myself more and more. Both in terms of like ideas and abstract being, and the physical reality. In moments it feels pretty terrifying, because it is impossible to escape that horror, not because of practical reasons, but like a priori neccesarily so.

All this has materialised partly in this school semester going even worse than the previous one (I don't believe I even intended to try this time), and relations with family have gone sourer than I ever imagined it ever possibly could.
 
Well, hatred's not the answer.
 
My condolences. The more I know about your family, the more I hope you all will find truce one.day. Before all of you are dead I mean.
Thanks. Yeah, truce would be nice, and it's not like some of us haven't tried. The problem is that it lasts about as long as it takes them to think of something else to find fault with.

I'm sorry to hear of all that. It's tough to not be on good terms with family, particularly when you don't have a lot of it.
Thank you, Cutlass. It's one of those situations where the two sides of the family didn't get along very well, and I'm discovering some more of the resentments, lies, and misunderstandings that went on for over 50 years. Thing is, they blamed my grandmother (the one who raised me) for some of the things I'd have said myself, if anyone had ever bothered asking. Naturally, I don't like to see people blamed for what they didn't do, or didn't say.

Anyway, there were a few good memories - one particular camping trip when I accidentally caught two fish in the North Saskatchewan River. I think I was 6 that year.
 
I got an email this morning from my aunt, to say that my last grandparent (mom's mother) died on Friday, and she asked if I wanted some "ornament" as a memento.

At this point, don't even bother. They didn't tell me my own mother was dying of cancer two years ago, until she was already dead. This lately-deceased grandmother hated my dad's mom - the grandmother who actually raised me. I know I'm supposed to feel bad, and I do a little bit - but that's for the memories of things that happened over 45 years ago, plus one or two since.

This is really not a good day.

(spirit hugs) Deeply sorry for your loss.
 
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