My Nerves Just Can't Handle This Bullshit Anymore...

Just had a helluva downpour here. The wall seems fine but my nerves are damn near gone. As Prime put it, "This is a helluva thing to have to worry about."

I swear to God, just when I think life can't get anymore fucked up....


Pic from FAIL blog, depressive mood by the Weasel.

Oh Good Lord....

I'm watching the Weather Channel right now (it's the only channel that consistently doesn't suck) and what's our friggin' forecast? Fucking rain.

Yeah, there's some shit we don't need. Like we haven't had enough damn flooding around here!

I'm About to Fall Over Laughing Here....

Seriously this is funny shit, no pun intended.

San Francisco may name sewage treatment plant after Bush

Somehow, this fits his legacy. Perfectly.

Happy B-day, Little Blog!

It's been what, three years now? Doesn't seem all that long ago. But I digress.

With that out of the way, let's get to it shall we?

For the first time since it was built, I hit our local Steve & Barry's yesterday. This place may give Hot Topic a run for its money. Nice selection of shirts at very good prices; yeah, I could go crazy in a place like that, especially with the amount of Transformer shirts they have. Already bought a 2007 movie Autobots group shot tee. And don't get me started on the Camaro shirts. (Prime keeps saying "No" but it ain't sinkin' in too well. Sorry, big guy.)

It's been pretty quiet here for the past few days. Prime and I both have some time off this week; we were hoping to go to Wizard World Chicago but that didn't exactly materialize. But I'm not going to complain too much. I've been needing time away from work like you wouldn't believe.

Trust me, I've been enjoying the sleeping late and doing absolutely nothing. It's great.

--Weasel, "Though I really should do more for my blog. It's been three years and I still have the same template?! Sad."

All Quiet on the Home Front

"If only life were as simple as Evangelion."- as seen on a bumper sticker

Prime's mother believes the leak in our roof isn't from the roof per se; she thinks it's from the vent from our bathroom. Her belief is that it was raining hard enough to drive the water into the bathroom fan chimney, which could have a small leak somewhere and it dripped into our stairwell. Great. That means we're gonna have to have that bullshit looked at.

I hope it doesn't rain for the next three months.
We sure as hell don't need anymore right now.

Thanks for the Memories

Stan Winston died Monday.
He was responsible for scaring (and scarring!) the hell out of me when I was a teenager; I was 18 in 1993 when Jurassic Park was released. Those damned raptors seemed so real.... I had nightmares for months. Good times, I tell you.

Thanks, Mr. Winston. Your work was brilliant. You will be missed.

A Positive Sign, Perhaps?

Yesterday had to rank as one of the absolutely worst days I've had thus far this month. It just don't get any worse than this!

Managed to wake up with a headache that turned into a full-blown kick your ass migraine. I was popping two Tylenol every two hours to try and keep it under control. All that Tylenol didn't really do much good. And considering the amount of stupid I had to put up with, I'm really amazed that I didn't have a fucking stroke.

I got stuck on the cig lane, which I hate and had a woman who said she had purchased a 32" TV and a DVD/VCR combo. Supposedly, an associate from Electronics brought them up to the cig lane. So I checked. Couldn't find them. Looked at the Service Desk. Couldn't find them. I was getting pissed.... fast.

Then, we found them. They had been shoved behind the tobacco bullpen. Basically, the associate from Electronics had, for all intents and purposes, shoved them in a fucking blind spot.

This television was worth about $800. The DVD/VCR combo was about $75. Both of these items, left in a fucking blind spot without any supervision. Think about it: If a customer had decided "Hey, what the hell. I'll steal this shit!" they very well could have and no one would have been the fucking wiser! My migraine went from a 7 to a 12 on the Richter scale in about four seconds. I was not a happy Weasel. Add to this that my first break and lunch weren't just a little late, they were late by easily 45 minutes each and I was about ready to choke someone.

When I was finally done for the day, I did a little shopping to try and clear my pounding head. So as began I wandering the store with my cart, I took a quick detour through the Infants department.
I did a double take at what I saw.

We had some new bedding items, namely a throw and an "all in one" type toddler bedding set. Normally, I wouldn't really care. But yesterday I noticed the smiling face of Animated Bumblebee.
We have Animated bedding. And they feature Optimus Prime and Bumblebee.

.....what was that about a migraine? Or a shitty day?

--Weasel, "I tell ya, the little so-and-so is either a huge jinx or my guardian angel. I'm still not sure which one he is!"

And We Just Keep Piling on the Bullshit

I've got a Disturbed song stuck in my head right now; it's the only thing that isn't driving me crazy.

This morning before going to work, we found a lovely little "present" under one of our car's windshield wipers--it was a fucking parking ticket for parking on the street from 2-5 am, which, so far as I know, is only something to worry about during the winter months, or maybe some retarded special event that we didn't know about. Ours wasn't the only vehicle that got one, Prime found, but it pissed us off something fierce. Prime wants to contest it. Me, I want to pay the goddamned thing, but in fucking pennies or something. You know, just to be a royal dick.

But wait! The day gets even fucking BETTER!

Prime got our mortgage bill in the mail. Sent along with, yet in separate envelopes (frickin' USPS can deliver these simultaneously, but the five CDs we Amazon'd all at once with Pepsi Stuff points shipped all on one day but arrived three on Monday and two on Thursday?) were a couple of idiot letters. Basically, one letter said "Since you've been late with your past payments and haven't paid the full amount, we're not going to accept partial payments from you." The other was a DUR HUR HUR WHATS A DUE DATE FAQ. There's a couple of fucking problems though--

A) We have not been late with any of our fucking payments,
and
B) we've paid the goddamned payments IN FUCKING FULL! WTF?!

Maybe a C), too. The pukes holding our mortgage sure like to waste postage. And paper.

Seriously, enough with the bullshit this month. I'm about ready to start tearing my hair out.... before I dye it black and go totally fucking emo. Black plastic butter knives and everything.

--Weasel, "I'm about three seconds away from using the PUNCH OF KILL EVERYTHING... on everything!"


Dunno where I got the pic, so I can't give proper cred. I really ought to start keeping track of that sort of thing, but I save so many dippy pics that 'strike my fancy', so to speak....

Maybe Things'll Change... Or Not

We actually had some sunshine today. I'm hoping that this is the beginning of a trend.

We need dry weather. And we need it now. I hate to think what will happen around here if we get any more rain.

The roof seems fine, for now. Our area is relatively dry. I still don't want to think about what may happen if we get any more bad weather. I don't think the ground can take any more of this.

--Weasel, "A few weeks of sunshine would be great; starting.... oh, about NOW!"

Happy Suck Day

Apparently, I jumped the gun a little bit. Our roof hasn't really been fixed; that goddamned leak came back today. How do I know? We've had quite a bit of rain in the past few hours and I've had to drain the fucking water from the goddamned stairwell wall. Even worse, some of the water managed to leak into our basement.

I'm pissed, to say the least. But it gets better.

We're not going to make it to Wizard World Chicago due to lack of funds.

I want to cry. I literally want to curl up in bed, grab my Slumblebee and just start bawling for all the good it would do. Too much more of this shit and I swear to Primus I'll go emo. Where's my goddamned medicaion?!

Oh here we go....

--Weasel, "I'm not kidding either. Dye my hair black, the whole nine yards."

Unsure where exactly I got this pic. If I remember, I'll leave proper credit. I just felt it fit.

Thank Primus I was a Child of the 1980s

18 As a 1930s wife, I am Very Poor (Failure) Take the test!

All Patched Up, More Or Less

It looks like our roofing troubles are pretty much over, Prime's mother helped him patch up a weak spot on our house. Considering what's happened in other parts of the state, we're pretty damn lucky: We have a house that hasn't been flooded out or washed away. So yeah, damn lucky as far as I'm concerned.

You watch, we'll have all this rain now and in two months we'll end up with a drought. No such thing as a happy medium.

--Weasel, "This sort of shit puts summer heatwaves in perspective."

Just Fuckin' Peachy

So I was heading downstairs to do some laundry when I noticed a few small droplets of water on the wall in the top stairwell. Startled, I gently pushed against the wall which was bulging outward just ever so slightly. Those few tiny droplets turned into a small stream. Needles to say, I freaked.

I yelled for Prime. He came out and began mopping the wall with a towel. The droplets seem to have stopped, for now at least.

It appears we may have a leak in our roof, which is trickling into our hallway. Fuck. I honestly don't know whether to laugh or cry or scream.

--Weasel, "I swear to Primus, the universe hates me. It really fuckin' does."

Cosmic Rust: The Return

It's been a rather odd week. And that's putting it mildly.

* I ran into yet another one of my former co-workers the other day. It seems "Molly" is no longer working for the Hellhole either. She went on a leave of absence not terribly long ago and when she came back, she only worked for a day.
The management at the Hellhole said they had no hours for her. She should call back the next day. She did and was told she needed to call back in a week. So she did..... and was told to call back in another week. Molly said "I quit" right then and there.
She now has a better job. I wish her the best.

* For the first time in many years, I'm actually making a Ca$hma$ list.
The thing is, everything I'm asking for is "practical". In other words, it's all stuff I can use at BotCon. Prime thinks I'm slightly cracked doing this, but I'd rather spend my money in the dealer room at BotCon than on this stuff. The less I have to buy, the better for our finances at the 'Con.

* We're almost done with the Movie line and caught up with Animated right now. It may be a while before my next hit.

* Wizard World Chicago is coming up. I'm hoping that Prime and I will go, if only for a day. I really need to nerd it up a bit.

* After a really long cold winter and not-so-great spring, we've hit summer. Prime may need to put the AC unit in our bedroom window and soon.

* I've been trying to get myself over to Steve and Barry's, but with no luck. Supposedly they have some new TF shirts and I'd like to see if they have anything I'd wear.

* I'm almost done with my BotCon laundry. All I have to do is start packing and I'll be ready for next year... whenever that is.

* Still soft resetting for a shiny Darkrai. Wish me luck.

* We may sell our old car Curbjumper to Prime's brother Claymore. May he get some use out it.

And that's really everything in a nutshell. Join us next time for even more random bullshit!

--Weasel, "Signing off yet again."

At Last!

Transformers: Animated has arrived in force in my area.
I've gotten another Bumblebee fix.
Life is good again.

--Weasel, "I admit it; I need my plastic crack."

SNAFU Redux

Yesterday I was on the GM self checks when I saw a former co-worker; I'll call her "Andrea". She was out shopping with her mother and just happened to stop at my store. I asked how she was doing and she said "Fine." I then asked her if she was still at the old hellhole.

She said no.

Apparently, Andrea was fired. By S.

It seems Andrea had to take a trip to the emergency room (as for what reason, she didn't say), but managed to get a doctor's excuse for the visit. Now, that doctor's note should have been enough to spare Andrea any work-related grief.

Yet it didn't.
Why?
Because S is a woman who lacks even the most basic forms of compassion.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to chat with Andrea as much as I'd have liked; she had to leave and I was on the clock. As she left, I wished her good luck. She said she would stop by again. When Andrea left, I couldn't help but shake my head.

Nothing's changed.
My old place of employment is still a fucking hellhole. S is still a heartless bitch.
Yep, I miss my old store, all right.


Actual picture of yours truly when I left my previous workplace on the last day before my transfer. Scary, isn't it?

....But Among My Own Kind, I'm Considered Normal...

It's been over a month since BotCon and it's starting to set in pretty heavily:

I'm experiencing Post Ecstatic BotCon Syndrome or PEBS for short. It's that whole period when I "come down from the high" so to speak and the cold hard reality sets in; the reality being that I'll have to wait at least another year for the next convention.

I really don't know if I can wait that long. It's going to drive me crazy.

Thankfully, I'm not the only one suffering form withdrawal. Maybe I should start up a damned support group or something. Like a " Robot-Loving Nerds in Recovery" type group.

--Weasel, "Primus, I really miss my friends."

Oh For the Love of Fuck....!!!

Seriously, you have got to read this. If your head doesn't explode with the rampant stupidity, you are a better person than I am.

Fuck it. Each and every time I fly, I am wearing my Barricade shirt. "To punish and enslave" indeed.

--Weasel, "So much stupidity..... my brain's gonna explode here!"

Found via The Allspark.