Category: Rants

WTF is wrong with SciFi channel? In yet another boneheaded move, they have left the series with a 10 month gap. That channel is clearly run by morons. I swear, I’ve never seen such stupid shit. First they move it to Sundays with commercials that are straight from Dawsons Creek. Now they leave it hanging until NEXT YEAR.

Do they really, honestly, expect the series to recover from that? How stupid can one bunch of suits be? The company that runs this channel (and USA and some others) defies any sort of logic when it comes to managing their series. They totally ruin the continuity of a show then cancel it when it “fails to bring in the numbers”. Well, HELL, if viewers can’t find the frelling thing because you’ve moved it then you take it off the frelling AIR for almost a year, DUH, ya think you might lose people?

Just DAMN.

They canceled Farscape. They canceled Stargate SG-1. They’ve ruined Battlestar. Atlantis will be next, but that’s no great loss. I think they should just rename the channel Bad Movies R Us and be done with it. Sci-Fi my ASS.

Guess we’re left to watch our last episodes of Stargate SG-1 and move on. Fucking assholes. I think I shall switch to BBC America. They have some good stuff and although they have funky seasons, at least the content is there.

FRELL. I liked Battlestar. I know I’ve said it before, but I really do detest Sci-Fi. They are run by suits who are clueless. Anytime they touch a sci-fi show, you can be sure they’ll trash it.

FRELL.

I was taking DJ to the vet this morning and clicking around local radio. Ewww. Anyway, I ended up on a morning show who had some self help woman on taking calls. This guy called in and was whining about how he couldn’t get away from his mommy and daddy because he is an only child and they guilt him into living at home and taking care of them. He was calling because this is getting in the way of his relationship with his fiancée…

First off, does anyone else think it’s a miracle that this guy HAS a fiancée? Thought not.

So, this loser has somehow found a woman dumb enough not only to date his lame ass, but to go as far as to MARRY HIM!! Call the Pope, it’s a miracle. And call MENSA, this girl is clearly an candidate… ::snark::

But I digress. He’s talking to the self help woman, telling her that his daddy is sick and he spends all of his time doing stuff for his parents. The woman asks, well, how old are your parents? He says they are in their fifties!! They are not even RETIRED! After I stopped laughing, I was aghast at just how big a loser this guy is. The self help woman advised him to “set aside the guilt” and “live your own life”. Well, DUH, ya think?

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Just DAMN. I get a call from Nick this morning telling me he’d been in yet another wreck on 285. This is the second one this year. Each time he has been rear ended by some asshole who a) was tailgating and chatting on the phone, b) was uninsured and c) was black. Draw whatever conclusions you wish from those facts. Anyway, in each case his truck has suffered zero damage. Thank the gods of traffic that we got that gas guzzling 6 cylinder 4WD Ranger!! We never wanted that sort of truck, but we got a racehorse deal and it’s saved us from going through 2 cars this year alone.

This time, the chick who hit him was driving a rental car that was borrowed from her cousin who, of course, didn’t pay the $5 extra to insure it. Nick didn’t call the cops since this dumbass would have been taken straight to jail for driving a car NOT rented by her and having no insurance. He figured, what the hell, the truck was fine and she was in enough shit as it was. Merry fucking Christmas.

As much as I hate the fact that the truck sucks gas, if we’d had passenger cars on the road every day this year, we’d be going through them like water. Hell, we almost lost my car as it is, wouldn’t it be GREAT to lose mine plus two others? It’s time to fucking move. This town is just crap and getting worse.

In other news, Nick’s company didn’t pay them on time this week with NO notice or explanation, which means I get a notice from BoA that “they ain’t no money in your accounts, YO”. Nice. And since I cleaned out my account yesterday to pay off the frelling JCP card that Nick neglected to pay for 2, yes TWO months I’ve got no money in the biz acct. The big fat check that a client owes me is conveniently lost in the goddam mail and we’ve pilfered savings for something else, so the upshot is a transfer from one of the credit cards. That is SO fucked up. I can’t remember when the last time I’ve had to use such “creative” financing.

This year has sucked big hairy donkey balls and I just wish it was OVER. I’m stressed out from all the new client activity. I just found out that the online magazine I update was moved abruptly to a new host and I’ve no idea what is going on. Money is frelled. My goddam PO box is useless. Ah, yes, what a wonderful morning.

GRR. If you don’t need to talk to me today, it’s best that you don’t. I’m currently a bit “touchy”. MEROW! CK CK CK! FFFFFT!

I go to the new agey NSA doc and what do I get? First, I do get an adjustment, for about 10 minutes. Then she proceeds to beat me over the head with the New Age stick and tell me that my back is out because I didn’t do a detox when she told me to and I haven’t changed my diet to the Blood Type Diet like she told me to.

WTF?

For one thing, the adjustment should be about 20 minutes, not 10. Secondly, I daresay that my diet has little to do with the sudden onset of paralyzing back pain. While I appreciate her counsel, it’s not doing me a lot of good right this minute. YES, we should all be nice and “think nice thoughts about ourselves and our lives”. YES, we should all eat fresh wholesome organic health foods that are precisely aligned with our blood types and don’t forget those chakras. YES, we should all sit around and meditate on the state of our souls and how we can “make a better story for ourselves”.

But none of us do. We do the best we can. I take my supplements and I eat a decent diet. Come OUT of me, HIPPIE!! I can’t believe she wasted half my adjustment time telling me that not doing the Blood Type Diet and not thinking nice thoughts about my life (like SHE knows my thoughts, yah) has caused my disk to compress. ?? At least I found out that my vertebrae are not out of whack, it’s most likely the disk.

I think it’s more reasonable to assume that the new exercise routine has something to do with it. But NOOOO, according to her, it’s all my fault for not changing my diet to the one she prescribed a couple of months ago.

Well, look, I understand the importance of diet more than most and I’ve looked at the Blood Type Diet. I think it’s pseudo-science hooey. I will never follow the Blood Type Diet! So I don’t understand why she thinks it’s helpful to me to be lectured about my “bad habits” and lack of “appreciating the pain as a gift”. Um, pain is not a gift, it’s a PAIN, hence the name, PAIN. Duh. Pain means there is something wrong right now and it needs to be addressed right now. She actually said, “when you have the pain, you should think ‘thank you’ and try to appreciate it and not be so NEGATIVE about it”. Um, yah, and don’t forget to sing Kumbayah while I’m at it. FRELL!

Gods, I wish I could just go, get the goddamn adjustments for 20 minutes and LEAVE. I really don’t have the patience to be lectured when I’m in pain – especially about something that I don’t think is relevant right this second. Of course, we should all navel gaze and be vegetarians and think happy thoughts, but I don’t think that it’ll help a compressed disk that’s hurting like a motherfucker.

Frelling New Age HIPPIES. CK! CK! CK!

The adjustments do help, however, so I’ll put up with her stupid ass to get what I need from her. I”ll just have to avoid undue conversation. I don’t want to snap her like a twig just yet, but I may have to if she ambushes me like that again. Just DAMN.

Just your virtual laundry list of CRAP that is currently on my last nerve and making me quite cranky:

1. I hate the web. I really don’t like any of the stuff I’m doing now and I just want to quit doing it all together. The web has degenerated into two camps as far as design goes, either you’re a high end developer or you’re completely unable to code yet you bill yourself as a “web designer” selling Yahoo sites to people. Yes, I met someone who does this very thing. I can code, but I’m not a developer. I make clean, navigable sites that are user friendly and accessible to everyone. The Yahoo person will end up making 10 times what I make by selling Yahoo websites as real sites and get away with calling herself a web designer. And people will gleefully pay her several hundred dollars for a Yahoo site. I give up. I can’t compete with web ninjas or people who think a Yahoo site is the same as a real site. Just damn.

2. I’m bored bored bored with my life. This is my issue and I’ve got to find something new to entertain myself and make some cash.

3. Nick has suddenly developed the habit of eating my food. Off my plate, from the takeout bag, whatever. I don’t know what this is about, but today I’m sitting here starved to death and must rummage the fridge to eat. Grrrrr.

4. I’m sick of hearing about chick drama. It’s no one who might read this, but I’m currently having to listen to tales of woe about these chicks who have run rampant over a friend and I just don’t care. Want chicks to leave you alone? Then don’t hang out with chicks!! Is that so frelling hard?

5. I’m stessed out by health issues: my own, my boss’s, my friend. It’s giving me an ulcer.

That’s it. Not a long list, but enough to make me a hatah. Right now is just not a good time to want me to listen to any bullshit. I’ve got plenty of my own, thanks.

Now, I must go forage for food. I have a party to attend later, and NO, I’m NOT in the mood. ::sigh::