AAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!
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Still here?
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I wrote a great big long journal entry and my stupid computer ate it! This only added to my already less than pleasant mood.
Ya see, I got clocked doing 80 in a 65 last night. Fine whatever, give me the friggin ticket and Ill be on my way. But instead of getting a ticket, I get a citation saying that I actually have to appear in court in August!
OK, explain to me why, in a day and age when were constantly hearing about our overburdened judicial system, were wasting resources (aka the tax payers money) to have people appear in court for traffic violations???
THIS MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE!!!
But then I remembered, I look at things pragmatically, rather than through the eyes of a government drone. All those clerks, administrators, overseers, and other assorted numbskulls with nifty titles, need jobs. Forget the fact that fifty percent of them could be replaced by an intern with a Commodore 64! Who was it that said, it takes but the stroke of a bureaucrats pen to hire a government busybody, but a full-scale revolution to fire one? But then of course I guess Id fight to hold on to a job that required minimal mental effort, came with full benefits, and from which I would likely never be fired, even in the face of gross incompetence.
Yes, Ive said it once and Ill say it again, a man of the people I am not.
*Breathes into a paper bag*
Oh, and heres the kicker: The spot of freeway I was pulled over on falls into the jurisdiction of
Drum roll please.
COMPTON!
Thats right, I get to go to court in Comp-fucking-ton!
Usually, I like to look at everything as happening for a reason; out of the ordinary encounters hold the seeds of inspiration. But ya know what? I dont think Im ready for the kind of inspiration that would be found in a Compton court room
So now begins the paranoia phase. I wont be able to drive even a mile over the speed limit for fear of getting another ticket. And thatll last another month or two, or at least until two other people I know get tickets themselves; that whole things happen in threes, superstition.
*Takes another puff off the bag*
And no, Im not sharing the contents of my bag.
Anyway, the rest of the weekend was pretty good. I finally got to meet P.E.s fabled friend Betsie. I was starting to think that the girl was nothing more than a product of Photoshop and Evils overactive imagination. Anyway, we drank and yapped away our Saturday night, taking time for a pissing contest to determine who had the most fucked-up feet.
I took that particular cake
Then on Sunday me and the girl got our monthly Disney fix. A good time was had as always, though we were forced to stand in line and watch as this freak child ate his boogers. And this was no quick, poke and slurp. No, he dug deep and enjoyed each and every one with the kind of zeal that Colonel Sanders could have only hoped to inspire. Finger lickin good, indeed. And the kid wasnt even trying to be clever about it. He was wrist deep in full view of everyone. And the really amazing thing was, he was with other kids! Where was the ridicule? Thats the kind of thing that would have earned you the worst kind of nickname when I was that age. But no, they didnt seem to care Probably all that sensitivity crap their pumping into kids heads these days...
Yeah
If you couldnt tell, Im wound a little tight today
If youre not in the mood to read a rant, I suggest you click away click far away
Still here?
OK
I wrote a great big long journal entry and my stupid computer ate it! This only added to my already less than pleasant mood.
Ya see, I got clocked doing 80 in a 65 last night. Fine whatever, give me the friggin ticket and Ill be on my way. But instead of getting a ticket, I get a citation saying that I actually have to appear in court in August!
OK, explain to me why, in a day and age when were constantly hearing about our overburdened judicial system, were wasting resources (aka the tax payers money) to have people appear in court for traffic violations???
THIS MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE!!!
But then I remembered, I look at things pragmatically, rather than through the eyes of a government drone. All those clerks, administrators, overseers, and other assorted numbskulls with nifty titles, need jobs. Forget the fact that fifty percent of them could be replaced by an intern with a Commodore 64! Who was it that said, it takes but the stroke of a bureaucrats pen to hire a government busybody, but a full-scale revolution to fire one? But then of course I guess Id fight to hold on to a job that required minimal mental effort, came with full benefits, and from which I would likely never be fired, even in the face of gross incompetence.
Yes, Ive said it once and Ill say it again, a man of the people I am not.
*Breathes into a paper bag*
Oh, and heres the kicker: The spot of freeway I was pulled over on falls into the jurisdiction of
Drum roll please.
COMPTON!
Thats right, I get to go to court in Comp-fucking-ton!
Usually, I like to look at everything as happening for a reason; out of the ordinary encounters hold the seeds of inspiration. But ya know what? I dont think Im ready for the kind of inspiration that would be found in a Compton court room
So now begins the paranoia phase. I wont be able to drive even a mile over the speed limit for fear of getting another ticket. And thatll last another month or two, or at least until two other people I know get tickets themselves; that whole things happen in threes, superstition.
*Takes another puff off the bag*
And no, Im not sharing the contents of my bag.
Anyway, the rest of the weekend was pretty good. I finally got to meet P.E.s fabled friend Betsie. I was starting to think that the girl was nothing more than a product of Photoshop and Evils overactive imagination. Anyway, we drank and yapped away our Saturday night, taking time for a pissing contest to determine who had the most fucked-up feet.
I took that particular cake
Then on Sunday me and the girl got our monthly Disney fix. A good time was had as always, though we were forced to stand in line and watch as this freak child ate his boogers. And this was no quick, poke and slurp. No, he dug deep and enjoyed each and every one with the kind of zeal that Colonel Sanders could have only hoped to inspire. Finger lickin good, indeed. And the kid wasnt even trying to be clever about it. He was wrist deep in full view of everyone. And the really amazing thing was, he was with other kids! Where was the ridicule? Thats the kind of thing that would have earned you the worst kind of nickname when I was that age. But no, they didnt seem to care Probably all that sensitivity crap their pumping into kids heads these days...
Yeah
If you couldnt tell, Im wound a little tight today
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perdy:
Well he's got ginger hair and is in fact....a tosser...or wanker whichever you prefer 
andreastesfaye:
Yor picture,,,was that Dragon Slayer, the video game? I actually remember that coming out....It was the BEST graphics at the time, we were in awe...tell me if I'm wrong....