New Car Smell

Went in for a car loan today.... and got it.
Just bought Prime's mother's used Saturn.

........

Yeah, I'm still a bit freaked out about this.

--Weasel, "This is freaking me out. Seriously."

Somebody Shoot Me Now......

I wake up with a scratchy throat and feverish eyes. Annoying, right?
DairyCon is in a few days.

I do not want ot be sick during DairyCon! I want to fucking enjoy it!

--Weasel, "Life just loves kicking me in the nuts.... even though I don't have any..."

Well, I Was in a Better Mood...

I was hoping to make a nice, pleasant post. You know, one that didn't involve me bitchng and whining.

Well, that ain't gonna happen. Or so it seems.

I saw one of my fellow cashiers today. His name's Robert and you could easily say that he's a ninth level nerd: he has a D&D group, writes science fiction/fantasy stories, and plans on watching all the Star Trek movies with his girlfriend..... once they're done with Babylon 5. Needless to say, we get along famously; we talk nerdspeak in the breakroom quite a bit.

Today, Robert told me, he's quitting. The reason? He got written up for excessive absences. He was out four times. Each time, it was due to personal illness. So, in other words, he got disciplined for being sick.

The co-manager who was with him said he had no clue what to tell Robert to type in the "Actions Associate can take in regards to this matter". What the fuck can you type? "I won't fucking get sick you pack of brain dead shit eating assholes"?

He's putting in applications to other places. He'll be giving notice soon.

Economists have been saying that the US is not losing jobs, we're just switching to a different economy, one that has more service oriented jobs.

In other words, we'll all be working at Wal-Mart, smiling happily, hoping to Christ we don't get sick so we can keep our miserable piece of shit jobs.

The United States is fucked.

--Weasel, "And my wonderful mood just went straight done the shitter."

And Now I Feel Like Ass....

Throat's sore and I've been coughing a bit. Yeah, I think I finally caught the crap Prime had. The Universe isn't done kicking my ass around.

--Weasel, "Fuck this shit. Let's go directly to April, do not pass go, do not collect $200."

The Universe Hates Me... And the Feeling is Mutual Right Now

I have said numerous times that my luck sucks ass. Prime has said that I'm full of shit; his is worse.

Today, I now have the dubious honor of being proven right. In this case, I really wish I to hell was wrong.

I'm sure you remember the bullshit I went through earlier this week. This was on top of Prime being sick (I think he had the exact same thing that mine Liege suffered from) and the money crunch we went through last week. I honestly thought the universe couldn't shit on me any more.

I was wrong. Very, very wrong.

This weekend, there was a car show in Green Bay; World of Wheels, it's called. I heard about a few of the big draws: the General Lee, a real-life replica of Tow Mater from Cars and James Best, who was Cooter on The Dukes of Hazzard.

I had no idea who else was there. A co-worker told me today who else was at that car show (I almost wish she hadn't): a certain yellow Concept Camaro that had a small role in a little film that released in July of last year.


Bumblebee.
Bumblebee made an appearance in Green Bay. And I had absolutely no clue.

Needless to say, I'm pissed beyond all words that could possibly be used in the entire English language. If I had known, I sure as hell wouldn't have been working this weekend and my ass would have spent two days in Green Bay, filling one of my camera's SD cards with pictures of my favorite Autobot. Instead, I find out about his appearance on the last damned day of the show, with no possible way of getting there in time to see him. Talk about the final kick in the goddamned teeth.

If there're gods, each and every fuckin' one of 'em are laughing at me right now. Pricks.

On the brighter side, I have another chance coming in April, one I had at least already planned for several months ago. The Camaro is scheduled to make an appearance at a show in Peoria, IL. Come hell or high water, I will be there. I don't care if I have to eBay a kidney or sell blood plasma. It will happen.

--Weasel, "Why? Why, Primus, WHY?!"

As If Life Doesn't Suck Enough....

Ever gotten a "Dear John" letter from a credit card company? You know what I'm talking about; it's like a breakup letter but a helluva lot worse.

Well, I got one of those lovely "Dear John" letters today.

BotCon happens in the latter part of April, less than two months away, and now one of fucking credit cards is fucking dead.

Prime ripped it open and read it. I'm really glad I didn't because I've been in a funk all fucking night. We have practically no time until BotCon and one of goddamned cards is totally useless. I just want to cry.

But today didn't totally suck ass: Prime found a Rally Rocket Bumblebee at my Wal-Mart and we managed to grab some TF movie merchandise, mostly t-shirts. It helped perk my mood a bit (one of those shirts was a BB shirt) but I'm still pretty pissed off. Like "I wanna go on a fucking rampage" pissed off.

Yeah, kinda like that.
Pic stolen from here.

And Here I Thought "Madison" and "America" Were Bad...

The Ten Worst Baby Names of 2007.
Go. Read. Shake your head and wonder, "What the fuck?"

Link from here.

The Big List 'O Bigots

Okay, so why am I not on that list? I demand a recount!

Linkage found here.

--Weasel, "Hey, I'd be in great company: Being listed with Mitch Albom and the X-Men might help my writing career or my nerd cred."

Farewell, Dungeon Master

Gary Gygax, co-creator of Dungeons & Dragons, has died.

I have a lot of fond memories of playing D&D with my friends back in my high school and college days. All I can say is thanks for the memories, Gary. You'll be missed.

Fuck Humanity

What a great species we are:
Marines Investigate Puppy-Throwing Video.

Seriously, fuck humanity. I want off of this miserable rock. Now.

Link from The Culture Ghost.