Whereas this morning I was clicking around SG some and I came across Amanda's page, and read her highly amusing list of various things that annoy her, and whereas I am a wholly unoriginal buttkissing copycat sycophant, I shall now treat the matter of a few little pet peeves of mine. Or perhaps what I should say is now I will push out the frontiers of my online journaling career with some pathologically intense vituperation. I will refine hatred itself; my hair will become a terrifying mass of flames and venomous serpents, my canine teeth will lengthen and drip with acid and poison, my fingernails will become six-inch long claws of jagged black iron. No really. Just wait until I figure out how to get my goddamn photos uploaded.
Article I. I have entirely had it with people who drive SUV's. The one incident which clinched this for me occurred last winter. I was pulling out onto route 20 in springfield on a very snowy morning and the roads were covered in snow and treacherous. I drove by this interesting accident scene. An SUV, a pickup truck, and a buick parked on the other side of the road. The pickup had damage on the side of the bed, and the buick had had it's driver's side front corner get crunched. It was obvious what had happened. The SUV owner had decided that he didn't need to be careful and go slow in the snow like everyone else, and had tried to go around the pickup truck, his rear end got away from him and he started fishtailing. He stove in the side of the pickup he was trying to pass and tagged the buick that was coming the other way. And then they all had a nice conversation. But what really got me was the I didn't even get a quarter mile further down the road when I saw another SUV driver attempt the exact same thing and also start fishtailing. Fortunately this second driver was able to regain control of her vehicle without hitting anyone. I hate the psople who make and sell these vehicles, I hate people who are selfish enough to own them, you waste fuel, you endanger other drivers who are driving more environmentally friendly vehicles. There are some who will object that it's driver and not the vehicle that's to blame. Thes people can basically kiss my ass. But let me not descend to the level of self-serving hypocrisy. I too am guilty of this sin, I too was once on a snowy highway behind someone who was going too slow for my liking and when I tried to get around that person I lost control of my girlfriend's neon. I had it fishtailing to 90 degrees right and left. Fortunately I was able to get it back under control. I am forced to concede that I must chain myself to the SUV owners when I push them over the precipice into the Fires of Hell. But I shall eat a lot of beans and garlic beforehand so I can fart in their faces on the way down.
Article II. As a motorycyclist, I have had entirely enough of people turning in front of oncoming motorcyclists and then telling the police that they hadn't seen them. If you can pass the eye exam to get your licence, you can see a object five feet tall and two feet wide across an intersection. Motorcycling publications often recommend that motorcyclists wear bright high visibility clothing. I have a feeling that the truth of the matter can be found in an informal experiment I read about. I guy presented himself on his bike in three ways. First, on a dark motorcycle in dark clothing. Then on a brightly colored motorcyle in bright clothing. Then on a very police-looking cruiser, wearing kneehigh boots, a blue shirt with badgelike patch on the chest, aviator sunglasses and a white half-helmet. You can probably guess the results. People violated his right of way just as often with the brightly colored bike as with the dark bike. But they never did so at all when he looked like a policeman. Which tells you that people, whatever zone they're in when they're driving, have an internal process keeping an eye out for things that can get them in trouble, like a cop, but a motorcyclist's life is not worth paying attention for. One I get my ring back and I'm running the show again, all legal proceedings against persons who have turned in front of motorcycles and then claimed not to have seen them will be juried exclusively by Hell's Angels who shall have the authority to exact punishments up to and inclucing requiring the guilty defendant to bend over for them.
Article III. I have entirely had it with the metastasis of the suburbs out into formerly wild areas. There's a mountain out in Whately were I got a deer in 1998. On the east slope it has a cleared area with a christmas tree farm at the base of the mountain. Over the years you could watch the houses advancing up the dirt road toward the base of the mountain until they finally got to the tree farm. People living in these houses were walking their dogs and driving 4X4's around the tree farm. The tree farm owner got angry at people walking their dogs there as his hired hands were stepping in the dogshit and now he's posted the whole area and you can't hunt that mountain any more. I despise the builders who put those houses there and the bourgeoisie twits who live in them so intensely I make myself sick. To lay the matter aside, the prescription for these parties will be something along the lines of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Article IV. I hate the deep negativity that my brain/mind has been stuck in for most of my life. When I was a kid I was really unpopular and picked on in school, my father beat the crap out of me did not pass up too many opportunities to verbally berate me and abuse me, the Catholics did a fine job of persuading me I was hellbound. Over the years there have certainly been plenty of people who have tried to get my out of my funk and to believe in myself, but I have always tended to think that people who think positive things about me are just wrong. As I've said before, I'm working though it. But it's tough to do; I really feel like something like a gosling that imprints on the first thing it sees and follows it with unshakeable loyalty. In my case the people who wanted me to hate myself got to me first, and did a very thorough job, and I imprinted on them. I hate the resistance that the human mind, at least in my case, has to to healing itself. because of the importance of "first impressions", so to speak.
Article V. I have had enough of people saying oh, SSSSSugar, instead of oh, shit. If youwant to say shit, say SHIT! Like, shit shit shit. See, that was easy and no children were corrupted.
That's enough hate for an evening, I spose.
Article I. I have entirely had it with people who drive SUV's. The one incident which clinched this for me occurred last winter. I was pulling out onto route 20 in springfield on a very snowy morning and the roads were covered in snow and treacherous. I drove by this interesting accident scene. An SUV, a pickup truck, and a buick parked on the other side of the road. The pickup had damage on the side of the bed, and the buick had had it's driver's side front corner get crunched. It was obvious what had happened. The SUV owner had decided that he didn't need to be careful and go slow in the snow like everyone else, and had tried to go around the pickup truck, his rear end got away from him and he started fishtailing. He stove in the side of the pickup he was trying to pass and tagged the buick that was coming the other way. And then they all had a nice conversation. But what really got me was the I didn't even get a quarter mile further down the road when I saw another SUV driver attempt the exact same thing and also start fishtailing. Fortunately this second driver was able to regain control of her vehicle without hitting anyone. I hate the psople who make and sell these vehicles, I hate people who are selfish enough to own them, you waste fuel, you endanger other drivers who are driving more environmentally friendly vehicles. There are some who will object that it's driver and not the vehicle that's to blame. Thes people can basically kiss my ass. But let me not descend to the level of self-serving hypocrisy. I too am guilty of this sin, I too was once on a snowy highway behind someone who was going too slow for my liking and when I tried to get around that person I lost control of my girlfriend's neon. I had it fishtailing to 90 degrees right and left. Fortunately I was able to get it back under control. I am forced to concede that I must chain myself to the SUV owners when I push them over the precipice into the Fires of Hell. But I shall eat a lot of beans and garlic beforehand so I can fart in their faces on the way down.
Article II. As a motorycyclist, I have had entirely enough of people turning in front of oncoming motorcyclists and then telling the police that they hadn't seen them. If you can pass the eye exam to get your licence, you can see a object five feet tall and two feet wide across an intersection. Motorcycling publications often recommend that motorcyclists wear bright high visibility clothing. I have a feeling that the truth of the matter can be found in an informal experiment I read about. I guy presented himself on his bike in three ways. First, on a dark motorcycle in dark clothing. Then on a brightly colored motorcyle in bright clothing. Then on a very police-looking cruiser, wearing kneehigh boots, a blue shirt with badgelike patch on the chest, aviator sunglasses and a white half-helmet. You can probably guess the results. People violated his right of way just as often with the brightly colored bike as with the dark bike. But they never did so at all when he looked like a policeman. Which tells you that people, whatever zone they're in when they're driving, have an internal process keeping an eye out for things that can get them in trouble, like a cop, but a motorcyclist's life is not worth paying attention for. One I get my ring back and I'm running the show again, all legal proceedings against persons who have turned in front of motorcycles and then claimed not to have seen them will be juried exclusively by Hell's Angels who shall have the authority to exact punishments up to and inclucing requiring the guilty defendant to bend over for them.
Article III. I have entirely had it with the metastasis of the suburbs out into formerly wild areas. There's a mountain out in Whately were I got a deer in 1998. On the east slope it has a cleared area with a christmas tree farm at the base of the mountain. Over the years you could watch the houses advancing up the dirt road toward the base of the mountain until they finally got to the tree farm. People living in these houses were walking their dogs and driving 4X4's around the tree farm. The tree farm owner got angry at people walking their dogs there as his hired hands were stepping in the dogshit and now he's posted the whole area and you can't hunt that mountain any more. I despise the builders who put those houses there and the bourgeoisie twits who live in them so intensely I make myself sick. To lay the matter aside, the prescription for these parties will be something along the lines of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Article IV. I hate the deep negativity that my brain/mind has been stuck in for most of my life. When I was a kid I was really unpopular and picked on in school, my father beat the crap out of me did not pass up too many opportunities to verbally berate me and abuse me, the Catholics did a fine job of persuading me I was hellbound. Over the years there have certainly been plenty of people who have tried to get my out of my funk and to believe in myself, but I have always tended to think that people who think positive things about me are just wrong. As I've said before, I'm working though it. But it's tough to do; I really feel like something like a gosling that imprints on the first thing it sees and follows it with unshakeable loyalty. In my case the people who wanted me to hate myself got to me first, and did a very thorough job, and I imprinted on them. I hate the resistance that the human mind, at least in my case, has to to healing itself. because of the importance of "first impressions", so to speak.
Article V. I have had enough of people saying oh, SSSSSugar, instead of oh, shit. If youwant to say shit, say SHIT! Like, shit shit shit. See, that was easy and no children were corrupted.
That's enough hate for an evening, I spose.
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Article II. Motorcycles are everywhere.
Article III. There are plenty of suitable homes to be had out there. It seems that there is no creativity when it comes to the use of existing housing stocks in established areas. The view of most builders is that bigger is better, and wrap it in plastic! Just mow down a field or stand of trees and build tacky, boring, inefficient boxes for the masses. As stated above, the waste in the construction industry is absurd, criminal really. This is a very important issue for me. I am striving to be a part of the solution on this one by being creative in design, construction, and management of projects. Unfortunately, it takes a bit of money to play the game, but I'm making very good progress toward being a "player" of a different breed in the construction business.
Article IV. You can snap out of it. Just remember that anyone who wants to criticize you or hurt you or talk shit about you can get fucked.
Article V. Shit, shit shit, fuck!
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There is a steel train comin through, and i would take it if i could,
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and i would not lie to you because Sunday mornin soon will come,
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and the things will be much easier to say,
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upon the microphone like a boss d.j., and i won't walk up upon the sea
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like it was dry land, boss d.j. ain't nothing but a man
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no trouble no fuss (tap guitar twice), I know why (short pause)
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It's sooo nice, I wanna hear the same song twice,
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It's sooo nice, I wanna hear the same song twice