The Cliffs of Insanity

I swear to the Great Spirit, Facebook needs a 'dislike' button so I can use that instead of having to tell idiots that they're fucking idiots. Case in point:

Pal: Relaxing on the front porch when I noticed a rather large snake making its way onto the porch right in front of me. I decided to relax inside.

Pal's Pal: uh oh!!! lol!

Tracy Evans: COOL! :D Black snake?

Fucking Idiot: Yikes!!!!! The man take care of it??

Pal: He did not get the chance. After I got over being squicked I sat on the front steps and watched it roam around. By the time [the man] got home it slipped off the porch and disappeared.

Fucking Idiot: He'll be back! Just warn [another person they know] ahead of time so she doesn't visit and get an unpleasant surprise......you know how she is when it comes to critters!!! 8)

Tracy Evans: Take care of it, as in give it a bowl of water? Maybe provide a rock for sunning? >:[ *Killing* snakes only encourages the increased numbers of rats and I hear the delicate females of this area hate those too. Can't win for losing with nature, huh? Don't worry. With the rate humans are going, we'll have everyone, including ourselves, "taken care of" in no time at all.

Whee! I finally shut down around 11 last night and got up shortly after 5 this morning. Glorious sleep, albeit scrunched up on the love seat. Now, I'm listening to the playlist for the latest fic I was hijacked into writing and, yes, I'm writing it. And it's not because of anything anyone said to me or did to me. Although the collective, yet separate actions of others prompted me, it was something I said to someone the other day that compelled me to proceed.

"Nothing is unprintable. That's a law somewhere....and nothing should be unwritten."

So, in the end, I hijacked myself; therefore I must write.

Actually, I'm not writing on it yet. The entire story is in my head, so it shouldn't take very long once I get to rolling. It will pre-date The Nurse's Date which, chronologically, has always been the first in the series. And it will pre-date that story by several years, at least five or more. Nothing will be recognisable in this story. Even the music used for the construction of the plot is a little different, using Sting, Dave Matthews, the Everly Brothers, even ELO and Three Dog Night. Of course, we have the regular musical influences of the Prodigy (the only band that's helped me write both Maul and J fic. Maybe it's their underlying hint of rage...::she says wryly::). I'm just listening to the playlist to prepare for later. I've got some serious inspiration for this one. I can see her very clearly now, which is wholly necessary for J to see her correctly. He has her in his sights now. It won't be long now. Well, once I get to writing it, it won't.

For now, I have something else to write, which I hope to have completed today. I can't show it yet, if it ever sees the light of day, that is. If it does, when I can, it'll be available to anyone who wants to read it. That's the first order of business for the day.

Second is some detective work, trawling through thousands of grammatical train wrecks to find the few, glimmering survivors. My only problem is that I'm going to have to take numerous breaks to verbally throttle some people, which will end up making me take even more time I really don't have. But some people just need to be flicked between the eyes with forefinger and thumb. I know...reticent much? I'm just marking moments for my own reference later when I'm tromping through my burgeoning archive trying to find something. If it's not there, I can't find it, so here it be. When the inscrutability can be blown aside, I'll reference back to this post with a post that explains all.

Still working on the Joker Blogs site with the aim to make it like a Daft Punk song: "Harder Better Faster Stronger." And I had to take a bit of a break last night before I fell out to do a little business with gunslingaaahhh in this corner of the world. I swear, if I had the power to Force throttle by way of Teh Intarwebs, there'd be Admiral Ozzels lying about all over the world. If you get that reference, then that's why we're friends. Anyway...gotta keep the Dude's back. I can't stand it when uninformed nudnicks go skittering about like little bugs mouthing off about matters they know not.

As far as Force throttling, here's a happy little song passed on to me by booraven22.

( cut for lyrics )

I'm really quite fond of that song. I see it as a kind of anthem. Maybe it'll be what we'll all hear when the Terrifying Squeegee of God (tm) comes to squitch humanity out of existence in...::checks watch::..a little less than 3.5 years. Wouldn't that be hilarious to hear this song ringing from...wherever and it be the last thing you ever hear? I think about these things.

Oh, I got sidetracked. This is what happens when I sleep after an insomnia jag.

After I work on the aforementioned projects, I'll work on the new Date. It won't be finished today, obviously. Maybe by the end of the week. And I find it kind of ironic that this first story in the chronology will be the last I write in the series. I know I've said that many times before, but I mean it this time. Seriously, I mean it. It's got to end. For me at least. J will always have to have dates, so somebody has to take up the torch. Maybe rancid_rainbow herself? Perhaps paisleydaze? Or you? I don't own J and I don't dictate his dating habits. It's a series. If it continues, no lawsuits will be forthcoming. I'm not big on the law and I hate suits, unless they're of the Zoot variety. If they are, please...call me ::makes hand phone sign and nods suggestively::

Okay, off to work. And a happy tip of the hat to you all. As Barry says, soonsoon!

Conversation samples from my lovely night at work.

"Obama's citizenship is now in question. It's gonna finally come out that he's a Muslim."

Guess what, you dunderhead: there are millions of American citizens who are also Muslim! Islam is not a country and Muslims are not that "country's" citizenry. And Obama isn't a Muslim but, if he were, that should make no difference regarding his qualifications as president. I'd rather have a smart Muslim than a Christian idiot as a leader any day of the week, thank you very much.

"I can't believe you voted for Obama! With a middle name like Hussein, I don't see how anyone can trust him."

Hm.. Lemme guess. You think he's a Muslim because his name is Hussein. My name is Angelina, which must mean that I'm a Catholic from Sicily. Fucking idiot.

"I'm just not comfortable with a president who's affiliated with known terrorists"

You mean like the Bush family ties to the bin Laden family? Do you not remember how relatives of Osama bin Laden were swiftly spirited out of the country the day of and the day after 9/11/2001? No wonder Americans are so scoffed at by the world. It would appear that the majority of us, or at least the majority for the past eight years, has the attention span of a goldfish.

"Yay! It looks like McCain is leading Obama by several thousand votes!"

Yeah, in South Carolina. The state has a collective IQ of not quite 100 and its people are only exhibiting their mental capacity by voting the way their churches told them to, despite unemployment rates being sky high and folks losing their homes right and left. Smart. Really smart.

I'm glad I only had to work five hours tonight and that I was able to hold my tongue as much as I did. Had I been there any longer, I would have blown a freaking gasket and told all these tackheads exactly what I thought, more so than I actually did. It's so hard living in a red state, a painfully Red state.

It's heartening to see that North Carolina might actually snap out of the Red haze in which it's been fumbling for the past few decades, and go blue. Elizabeth Dole lost her seat. HA! If NC does vote blue, I'm so getting me a "Proud North Carolinian" bumper sticker.

After several requests to be taken off her Fascist mailing list, I received yet another offensive email this morning from a former classmate. This one was called "Spreading the Wealth" and it featured this political cartoon.

( bullfunky )

I snapped. Instead of writing to her privately, I copied everyone and said:

What a pile of crap.  Please don't send me any more of this pro-Republican dreck.  Anyone who believes the propaganda they're pumping out of their bullshit machine, especially after the past eight years of TERROR perpetrated by that idiot in the White House, is a moron who deserves to end up living in a cardboard box and panhandling for a gallon of gas.


So some tackhead who was copied on all this replied to me, copying everyone as well:

Next time you want to espouse your vac quid mind try not too reply to "EVERYONE"  I didn't send it to you and I'd appreciate you keep your rudeness to yourself!  JACKASS! or at least address it to the right person.  And yes I replied to "EVERYONE"  cause I'm sure the others are too kind to call you the JACKASS that you are.

I couldn't let it go.

I've replied to these insidious emails privately before with no results, so I figured a public request might do the trick.  Glad you think I'm a jackass and that you've resorted to flaming because you've publicly exposed your level of intellect without my having to do a thing.

Kind Regards

I doubt this person will get the sarcasm because s/he is obviously a slack-jawed drone of the Fascist machine, so I expect another attack in short order. Bring it, bitch. I am a Sith and I will kill you with my brain.

I pernear lost my temper with this dumbass woman trying to use her EBT card today. All she had to do was swipe the friggin' card and follow the instructions on the pinpad, but I had to walk around the register and help her do it twice before she realised that she didn't have enough money to buy the food she was attempting to purchase. I wanted to scream at her "STUPID PEOPLE DON'T DESERVE TO EAT!" and slap her upside the head with a loaf of bread. I mean what's so difficult about pressing a four-digit pin number and then pressing OK? What was this woman's malfunction? I know that part of it is my PMDD not being treated at all for the past four months, and each month I get a little closer to wanting to exact physical violence on the unsuspecting public, but I wouldn't be inclined to do so if the Great Unwashed weren't so bloody infuriating! I had to get the assistant manager Andrea to help me help this moron in shoes. Once everything was paid for, the woman kept spinning the bag rack and looking at all the empty bags. Then she asked, "Iz awl mi stuuff in wun baig?" And I said under my breath, "No, I put one item in fifteen different bags, then hid them all in plain view, you freakin' idiot." I thought Andrea was going to swallow her tongue to keep from barking laughter right then and there.

Oh, and I've discovered the first sign of Retail Insanity: it's when you start talking to your scanner when it won't scan a piece of merchandise, basically begging it to comply so you can get the fool in sweatpants out from in front of you before you reach out and rip its throat out with your bare hands.

I hate people.

**cross-posted to misanthrope_inc**