Friday, September 08, 2006
Just some thoughts
Good afternoon. And it is afternoon. I am writing this at about four o'clock. I could be doing fun and exciting stuff like cleaning my bathroom but why the hell would I want to do that. That is hard. So instead I am going to write something because it has been a few days since the last time. So there.
The big thing that has happened in the last week was that Steve Irwin "The Crocodile Hunter" died. He was killed in what can only be called a freak accident by a Stingray/Manta-ray. I say freak because this is actually a gentle creature that is mostly docile. Steve was in the wrong place and got hit by the barbed tail in just about the worst possible place. I guess it is ironic, not that he was killed by an animal but that is was by one of the most harmless ones. I am sure most people thought that it would have been one of those giant crocodiles that did him in one day. Or something poisonous. Or both. I felt bad when I heard. Mostly for his wife and kids. My best wishes go out to the kids. Losing a parent sucks just about worse than anything but hopefully with the money that Steve earned they will be OK as far as that goes.
I am kind of pissed at Netflix right now. I sent my movies back and then they sent the email saying my new movies would be here yesterday and today. I RECEIVED NO MOVIES TODAY! I fucking hate that! I have the day off, I want to watch some fucking movies! But no, AssFlix has not sent them or else the fricking United States Postal Service once again has it's head up it's ass and is taking it's sweet fucking time getting my damn movies to me. I mailed those damn movies out over a week ago and I want my movies. I pay to get them and yet, where are they? It's like when you order a pizza and they say, "it will be 45 minutes". Forty-five minutes goes by, no pizza. An hour. No fucking pizza. Then when that pizza does come that fucker better still be hot or I will fucking lose it. I sent a pizza back once because it wasn't delivered hot. It's like if I fucking wanted cold pizza I wouldn't have ordered hot pizza! And if I didn't want my fucking movies I wouldn't be paying for Netflix. Is that so fucking hard to understand?
I sometimes worry that I get too about little things. But then I think, well, anyone can get angry about the big stuff like injustice and wars. It takes a certain special kind of person to be upset about people touching his pens at work and cold pizza and movies and all that other little minutia that pisses me off. But I don't really get super duper pissed. I think I just like to bitch about it. Like I said to my friend, " I am a whiny bitch!" So be it.
The fifth anniversary of 9-11 is coming up on Monday. I am going to go to my Last Page and see what I had wrote about it. Because I just don't remember. I remember where I was and what I was doing and some of how I felt but I will save that for the next time I write. Or at least I will save it for the rant I write on the 11th. It doesn't seem like five years in some ways but then it does in others. Longer even. I will have to think a little about it and then get back to you. Either way, talk at ya Laterzzz.
