“Put Up Or Shut Up”
I say this because so many people in the world go out of their way to make life difficult for everyone else, usually because person B does something person A hates. Person B isn’t doing anything WRONG, no matter how much Person A thinks they are. When Person B asks Person A for proof they’re doing something wrong, Person A just changes the subject. In my office right now, Person A has been saying for three years we’re breaking the law at one of our developments, and every single time we ask them to prove it, they just change the subject. A different Person A has been insisting Persons B that I am related to have no right to their property, and whenever Person B says “Prove it!”, Person A leaves and just starts up again the next day.
There oughta be a law against it.
Things That Make Me Happy #216
Tonight: I make meatballs. I need to find a way to sneak bacon in.
Things That Make Me Happy #217
Seeing the “Slap Chop Rap Chop Remix”… on television.
Things That Make Me Happy #218
New House tonight!
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This Day In Blogging History: 2008
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable
that we have to alter it every six months. ~ Oscar Wilde
Art produces ugly things which frequently become beautiful
with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things
which always become ugly with time. ~ Jean Cocteau
When his wife asked him to change clothes to meet
the German Ambassador: If they want to see me, here I am.
If they want to see my clothes, open my closet
and show them my suits. ~ Albert Einstein
It’s the things that aren’t accepted as conventionally beautiful
that I find more attractive. ~ Mark Jacobs
There’s a heck of a starter, eh?
Now, this whole blog post started from an article: Bus Driver Kicks Off “Freaky” Goths. Pretty quickly, the discussion on my fora settled onto three things:
1.) The leash meant that the two goths were forcing their sexual fetish upon everyone who could see them.
2.) Being a goth is not a choice.
3.) It may or may not be a hate crime, depending how pedantic you can be.
Now, as someone who married a “freaky goth” (and then, sadly, domesticated her… sorry, sweetie!!) I am clearly on the side of “What the hell was the bus driver smoking?” I also very quickly became almost the ONLY person on that side, as everyone else proceeded to slam the goths for dressing like idiots, offending everyone’s sensibilities, and engaging in sick fetish play in public.
It saddened me, because the entire forum is pretty much a shrine for geek culture, including what things geeks find sexy, how ‘normal’ people treat geeks, and even an entire section on how to purposefully ‘wierd out’ normal people, either by action or inaction. It’s all right to do that as long as you wear the mantle of ‘geek’, but as soon as your outfit includes black leather and a collar, you become sick and irresponsible. I had to back out of the conversation simply because I was in danger of pulling a muscle with all the *facepalming* I was doing.
Amusingly, no-one else thought that belly-shirts, low-rise pants, or other naughty and overtly sexualized outfits were bad at all, despite the fact that they are worn in public and are WAY more forceful upon the eyes and sensibilities of the helpless public than, say, two people who are sitting quietly and happen to be attached to eachother by a thin metal chain.
This is the first really blatant act of hypocrisy on this forum, which I guess is pretty good, considering I’ve been there for eight months, but I guess goths are an easy target. “We may be geeks, and we may be wierd, but at least we’re not as bad as THEM!!!” *fingerpointing ensues*
*sigh*
The best man at my wedding had green hair, for Gord’s sake…
This Day In Blogging History: 2006
Attention to all the people who find my blog “Inquisitive”, and would like to tell me about being a park ranger, or give me advice on investing my money into penny stocks:
FUCK OFF AND DIE
Seriously… to darreljones2541388358, christopherbenson9725, and all the rest of you… we don’t go to your blogs. Please invent some sort of filter that keeps you off of blogs where the posters are intelligent enough to ignore you. Maybe a spellchecker… if you get less than 1% errors, assume the blog is being written by someone who isn’t retarded, and move on.
Unfortunately, this is all so much screaming in the wind because there’s no way to get rid of spammers, mostly because the people in charge don’t really want to. They provide valuable search-enigne fodder and ad-click revenue. Spam is the corporation’s best friend, and my undying nightmare. In honor of this, my pictures of the day will be as scary as I can find.

This Day In Blogging History: 2005
… in our continuing battle. I had thought the battle lost when I was forced to miss work Tuesday and half of Wednesday. Allow me to recap.
Monday found me feeling good. I was ok in the morning, having gotten enough sleep. I was ok in the day, kicking ass and chewing bubblegum on my lakeshore resort project. I helped Steph do some grocery shopping, I got a lift home, I put the groceries away, and then I was suddenly gripped with severe abdominal pain. I was up till four in the morning… uhm… near the bathroom. I had thrown up lunch, breakfast, and even some popcorn from Sunday night.
Tuesday I was aunable to eat anything. I was hot, and shivering because I was cold, and laying on the couch trying not to put any pressure on my midsection. I had a massive headache, and I was also very very near the bathroom, since I couldn’t stop throwing up.
Wednesday morning I did Steph’s paper route, since she was laid up with her ear infection. This was apparently not a good thing since immediately after there was a great deal more blood coming out of me than was usual (which means I had started bleeding some 12 hours before, but the timing was still scary). I went in to work in the afternoon, since I like getting paid and being able to afford rent and food, but I was alternately hot, cold, tired, and feeling fine. That night I had a little bit of dinner (Rice Krispies) and was not too too sick, but I was up a lot with pain.
I was at work all day Thursday, but boy that sucked. People in my office, or just walking by, could hear the sounds my stomach was making. After looking up a few things online, (mostly involving the words “black” and “blood”)I decided that my doctor could go f*** himself, and I went to the walk-in clinic after work. (My doctor made an appointment with me for next Wednesday at 11am. Seven damn days away.) I went to the clinic, and I was informed that I most likely had an ulcer, which got infected when I had the stomach flu, and was hemorrhaging blood into me. He told me to drive right down to the emergency room for some blood tests. I told him that since I didn’t have a car, I’d walk, and his jaw just dropped right open.
“You can’t walk down there! You shouldn’t be walking anywhere at all!”
I responded by informing him that I walked to work all week.
“You what?! How could you be walking to work when you feel like this? Why are you working at all?”
I informed him that I needed the money, and I didn’t feel so bad that I couldn’t operate a keyboard. Besides, I did my wife’s paper route Wednesday morning.
“You did what? Jesus, I should hit you for being so stupid, why would you do that? How did you even do that with this going on?”
I explained to him that the philosophy I was raised on, “Shut up and tough it out”, combined with my Scandinavian heritage, caused me to work even harder when I was sick. Illness just makes me stubborn, and I redouble my efforts so that, from an outside perspective, there’s no change in my productivity. I have too much stuff to do. I thought he was going to hit me then. He ordered me to “take a god damn cab” down to the hospital and get my blood tests, then “call your doctor and MAKE HIm tell you the results, and if this keeps up, go to his office and DON’T LEAVE until he treats you”. The guy at the clinic, a really nice doctor by the way, was honestly angry at me and my doctor for letting this happen.
Anyways, the upshot of it is, I have a bleeding ulcer (which has mostly stopped bleeding). I missed a day and a half of work, and it seems Kyle caught my stomach flu, which is still hitting him a LOT milder than it hit me. Everyone at the office is moderately sympathetic, which is good, since they don’t mind I missed work for a good reason. However, those little pills I got from the clinic are MIRACLE drugs, and my stomach feels 90% better.
On the downside, my cough is getting worse again. People used to say, “Chris, if it wasn’t for bad luck, you’d have no luck at all.” Nowadays, that should be revised to say, “Chris, if it wasn’t for bad luck, you’d… hey, what are you doing… hey, get away from me with that baseball bat… hey!”
*krunchkt*