Monumentally pissed

Someone is fucking with me.

Either it's the cable company or the apartment management company. The cable company says my building is wired badly and that the new management company won't pay to have it replaced. Yet, the cable TV works - it's just the cable Internet and phone that's out.

I'm not paying the phone or Internet part of the bill if I can't use them. Monday, I will be calling the management company AND other local cable companies. My modem lights up for 3 minutes, then goes off, then comes back on for 3 minutes. CONTINUOUSLY.

Someone's going to get the rough side of my tongue come Monday. I just have to sort through things to decide exactly who deserves it. So if you don't see me around and you hear a distant scream in the background, you know why.

Holidays

If you really, really love Easter, are super-religious, or are easily offended, I would advise you not click this link to angry_biscuit's journal. It's funny to me, but then I happen to think God/Jesus/Gertrude has a pretty good sense of humor, too.

I don't feel odd being here by myself today. I know people who make a big deal out of Easter celebrations, but all I ever did was hunt eggs as a kid (and maybe get a Barbie doll). When Grandma and Grandpa were alive, we'd go to their house for a cookout, maybe, but it wasn't ever expressly said "this is for Easter." (While we did celebrate Christmas and my mother professes to be religious, I have to say I'm really glad nobody ever forced the whole "THIS IS FOR RELIGION" thing on me as a kid. I can probably blame my parents for many things, but this isn't one.)

I miss family celebrations - not in the sense that I still want to go to them, really, but just being a kid and watching all the relatives get together who usually lived out of state and almost never came around. Now I'M that out-of-state relative who rarely comes around (my one aunt goes less than I do, though, now that her parents are both dead). The best ones were probably when I was about 15, 16 - younger sister and cousins old enough to converse with, not so young they needed their diapers tended (ugh - anyone ever wonders why I don't have kids, I've handled enough of those, thanks - cloth ones), and finally old enough to be taken somewhat seriously by the older relatives.

Now, I don't think this would be possible. Neither me or any of my cousins have children (there are only three of us who are in an acceptable age range for it, IMO). As I mentioned the one aunt and uncle and their kids don't go go the old homeplace anymore, which is probably good, since my sister can't stand most of them (except for one cousin and maybe our uncle). She feels they've put on airs as though they're better than us "from the country" folk. I take that with a grain of salt, since my parents tried to pull that crap on me when I was in college, since they never went - they tried more than once to load me up with "I guess I must be stupid because I didn't go to college" and after protesting too many times, eventually, my answer became "If you feel that way ..." and a shrug. (That's when it stopped, BTW.) Anyway, they don't bother me, though I'm not dying to be around them anymore, either.

There's a certain hazy glow that surrounds stuff you did as a kid; I think that's what makes people long for childhood. I was better off in the sense that I wasn't in debt and was probably in better health (no arthritis! skinnier!), but aside from those, I don't want to be a kid again. Although, there are times I wish that set of grandparents were still around, in good health, to go visit.

Wow! Thanks!

I'm always grateful for the education LiveJournal affords me on a weekly (sometimes daily) basis.

Did you know there are a bunch of us who are misogynistic? In spite of being female ourselves?

Well, it's because we criticize other women for their behavior. And female characters. No, really - if we say or imply "I do not like that person/character," as long as they're female, there's really no good explanation we can give for it. Basically, we might as well just say:

"Because I'm jealous."

"Because I'm a horrible bitch."

"Because I think all women should stay in the kitchen with bare feet and be pregnant."

Because that's what I do. I'm really a housewife. I'm not really a journalist. I haven't been on my own since I was 17. All my credit cards belong to my husband (to whom I was handed off by my father, aka My God On Earth). No, I've never enjoyed watching a strong female character. I turn off "Xena" or "Roseanne" when they come on. I wouldn't have a woman with a backbone for a friend if you had to hold me down and scald me to accept one. Fie!

Really, shame on me for expecting someone who says they have a moral center, decency, and honor to act like it. No woman can do wrong! *smacks self with hairwhip* I'm sorry! I'll try better to be more like Miss Lizzie!

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*snort* *snicker*

In my ongoing efforts to pimp turningpirate and suck- er, draw in more Will fans (there aren't many of us, sadly), I would point to a recent post with scans of one of the AWE children's books that gives away some BIG SPOILERS if you know nothing so far (and maybe even if you know some things).


( And herein is where I have a laugh - spoiler cut )