Sorry we're late; with one exception, the year is going really well so far. At least better for me than last year. But cancer can still suck it for the man it stole from somebody I care dearly about a few short hours ago.
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Emily, my deepest condolences for your loss.
I will forgo my much lesser FFOs, and simply endorse the thought that cancer can fuck off and die.
It's not so much my loss as the loss of a friend. I barely knew the person in question, but a good friend of mine was a close relative and this just sucks for their family.
Oh, and thanks, Jeff. I appreciate your thoughts.
Also, to anyone who has immediately jumped on the "Sc*ientology is to blame!" bandwagon literally *minutes* after the death of John Travolta's son made the news, FUCK YOU. Look, there's a time and place for raising those questions. They are certainly legitimate. But maybe we should all wait and give PARENTS who have suffered the rather sudden death of a CHILD some time to cope with their grief? These are human beings we are talking about here. Geez.
CCF the FOAD
It has taken far too many good people.
And I wasn't aware of the Travolta death. Anytime a 16 year old dies it's a fucking tragedy.
Our current American Princess, whose existence I was taught in high school civics is forbidden by the constitution. My thoughts here.
Well, some of my thoughts. Someone told me that what they do in NY doesn't affect me. Yes it does. This isn't a state Senate seat, it's the US senate - the body that makes laws that affect MY life, and that is supposed to look after my security. The ditz can't string together ONE coherent sentence. It's like her language, and therefore probably her thought processes, are as unformed as a 13-year-old's. I am so filled with confidence. Well, maybe Paterson will pick someone else.
UPS. Dangit. There was a part I needed for the sulfur analyzer. I was off last Friday but I had them ship it so that it would be delivered Friday and I'd have it first thing Monday. My coworker was looking out for it. Monday morning, no part. Monday afternoon, no part. Tuesday morning I asked the vendor for a tracking number. It seems that UPS decided that we were closed Friday and that no one was there when they tried to deliver Monday - YES I WAS. To make it worse, they delivered other things Monday but NOT MY PART. But they did leave a note on the door.
So I left one too.
I got my part on Tuesday. But it was late afternoon, hence me having to work all day on NY Eve which I'd hoped to avoid.
Oh well. At least the part fixed the problem and the instrument is working, so I don't have to include it in my screed.
WV: dorte. I dorte Princess Caroline is ready for prime time.
Fuck Cancer up it's shitty passive aggressive ass.
And fuck this head cold that refuses to leave me alone.
Sing it, Laura. I am so sick of American "royalty" thinking they are entitled to high office.
CCFOAD--we can't say it enough. Our choir director and close family friend lost a sib to it this week.
Winter doldrums can fuck off, if that's what's making me not want to get out of bed in the morning. Or is it the post-holiday nastiness I'm getting from people at the cash register? The crabby old lady who snapped at me b/c I couldn't give her cash back on her gift-receipt returned items can FO--the objective is to EXCHANGE for things you want. Take it or leave it. You're lucky the store takes books back at all!
(WV: comen--the Caroline omen! Aaaaah!)
comen - the Caroline omen - No, Kate my darling girl, it is correctly spelled "komen", and it is the antidote to cancer.
And with our help and donations, it shall destroy the fucking cancer.
WV: gogramb: "Go gramb yourself, cancer!"
(Komen's not my top choice, but then again that's not the cancer type picking off my family.)
The discontinuance of Polaroid film can fuck off--how am I supposed to keep my niece and nephews occupied at family gatherings NOW???
Agreed. CCFOAD.
The twits taking their scoped, larger than .22 caliber rifles to the 25 yd range can FOAD. My darling husband got me a CZ-82 for Christmas when he couldn't find a Mosin-Nagant without a corroded barrel, and those idiots were taking up all four stations at the pistol range.
The idiots that didn't know why their trigger was sticking (gun needed cleaned), their brass wasn't ejecting correctly (gas tube needed cleaned), and why they couldn't get their magazine seated in their AK-variant (they didn't get the lip seated before they tried to rock it back to engage) were just funny. So was the look on their faces when my husband and I took turns testing the two new magazines for my AK-47.
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