stupid policies

Well.  I'd be finished after today, were it not for the mush-brained twatwaffle who thinks Kipling's Kim described the Great Game of nations in unironic terms (assuming he knows that's where the terms he's been gleefully throwing around come from), and has embraced whole-heartedly applying the term "Great Game" to things: we have the Great Game of Business, and the Great Game of Education.

Why on earth did the Board of Trustees decide to hire a community college player on as a growing and developing full university president?

Because of this idiot, every class must do something during scheduled final exams time.  Yep, every class.  From Choir to Ceramics to College Composition.  Knowledge-based classes and skills-based classes.

I can see the point with the knowledge-based classes, all of which now require a comprehensive final exam, but skills-based?  It's fucking stupid.  It's a waste of the students' time, the instructors' time, and of the resources of the university. 

I s'pose that just matches the fat-fuck waste of space sitting in the university president's office. 

Fuck you, Blackboard. Fuck you so hard.

I was grading last night, and suddenly...the gradebook quit working.  I tried four times to enter grades in one student's slot, and I got a "not found" error message.  And then got told to refresh.  And then was informed that there was a managed service interruption.

What.  The. Actual.  FUCK.

I am just about to the point of hunting down the admin who are NOT FUCKING DOING THEIR FUCKING JOB, and choking them unconscious.

The "Affordable" Care Act

I got a mailing from our health insurance provider last week.  It was with great trepidation that I opened it, since we have a catastrophe plan, one that if it weren't "grandfathered in" (until the PTB decide otherwise), because I've heard of some insurance companies cancelling those plans and either leaving customers hanging or moving them automatically into plans that comply, whether or not the individual can afford it.

All it was was a notification that I have benefits that cover reconstruction surgery should I ever have a mastectomy. 

But the "Affordable" Care Act, and all those involved in both writing it, and raping the country with it can fuck the fucking fuck off.  Each of those involved in raping the country with the ACA can sodomize themselves with a printed copy of it, each page folded until it's all corners, and inserted individually. 

This week

This week can fuck off so hard.  Monday, the alarm didn't go off.  No, Odysseus and I didn't have class, but the kids still had school...and they were being good, and didn't wake us up until ten 'til eight.  They're late if they arrive after 8:05, and we managed to somehow get them there by ten after.  That can fuck off. 

Second, I got sick that night with a mild gastric virus that made me run a fever, and feel like I'd eaten glass...and caused bloating and pain from that...Monday night.  I'm only just now getting over it. 

Third, my CD player in the bedroom quit working. 

And last, but not least, I think I'm coming down with a cold. 

I am so ready for this week to be over...

Flag lowered over Pentagon

I really didn't care for the symbolism, yesterday, of the flag coming down over the Pentagon.  Really, really, really didn't like that.  I have to wonder if the twatwaffle that thought of the whole lowering of flags to "honor" the attacks have forgotten our national anthem:

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

The flag needs to never be lowered to "honor" victims of a war declaration.  If anything, it should be raised higher.  Because lowering it?  Yeah, I can see that in honor of something like Sandy Hook, or Columbine, where lone crazy attacks the completely innocent.

When it's brought to half-staff in "honor" of the victims of enemy action during time of war...that stinks of surrender.

And that...that can fuck off.

Another list

A good friend of mine was hospitalized at the start of the week because her insulin prescription ran out, and the pharmacy, which is not in town, but is the only pharmacy covered, declared that they'd tried to reach her doctor (lies), but never got a refill order, so she could just bugger off to the hospital with DKA.  Because an emergency 'scrip is far more than they can afford.  So the "Affordable" Care Act and the machinations it's forced insurance companies into to be able to stay afloat can fuck the fuck off.  And King Putt can chansawdomize himself with a rusty, poorly lubricated chansaw that jerks to stops and starts at random intervals.

The lightning storm that blew the fucking AC compressor off the fucking unit can FTFO.  The kids have been whiny, the cats have been whiny, and I've completely lacked patience with the cats underfoot and the kids' acting out.  Thank God that was under warranty--otherwise...yeah, it would hurt family finances.  A lot.  As it is, it's still going to smart.  And that can fuck off, too.

And, once again, nursemaid's elbow can fuck the fucking fuck off.  One of the pixie's preschool classmates had her daddy cause a case.  I don't know who was more distressed, the little girl or her daddy.  And yes, I did help. 

To US District Judge Clark Whaddoups--

You, sir, are an unmitigated fool and an ass.  You, sir, in your fucking retarded fucking ruling that polygamy is protected under an individual's first amendment rights to freedom of religion, have sentenced us to challenges by goat-fuckers flooding the country through our open borders to the south. 

It isn't just the fundamentalist Mormons who practice polygamy in their religion, you mouth-breathing fuckwit.

May your daughter (should you have one) marry into the harem of a Muslim man who believes in the gentle corrections dictated by Shari'a law, without knowing what she's getting into.  And may you realize, at that moment, that it's your own fucking fault for the fucking stupid legal decision you made that opened the door for it.

getting sick...

So, the pixie caught something from one of the little snot-gobblers that she goes to preschool with last week.  About Tuesday night, I caught it.  I've spent two-thirds of the first week back to class sick.  And that can fuck off.

Here's hoping I don't lose my voice next week.  

forgetting things while you're out...

So, this morning, I don't have much.  The imp started kindergarten yesterday, and the pixie started preschool this morning.  We went to Walmart for a couple of things, then decided we were going to go to Sam's Club...then totally forgot to go to Sam's Club, and had to backtrack after we'd gotten 90% of the way home.

Took almost forty minutes off my planned cleaning-without-kids-underfoot time. 

Being forgetful can fuck off.

I can't rant.

My rage-o-meter has pegged out past red because of happenings in a friend's life, recently.  I just can't work up much of a head of steamed to be able to write out profanity-laced rants over politicians "losing" money, or wasting money, or about the "Affordable" Care Act, or about anything else, really.  I've been angry about the current situation since late May, and I'm just...tired.  Numbed.  Exhausted by the level of anger* I've maintained for months. 

Have at it.  Tell the world what has made your week suck.  I'm signing off, and gonna go write.

*Anger which has been enhanced by constant dick moves made by the emotionally abusive party in the situation.  The party who fled the state and started the whole fucking mess, and who has continued to attempt to manipulate, prod, and abuse the party who didn't flee the state in an attempt to gain justification of their lovingly-maintained one-sided narrative that their victim is actually the abuser.

*cough, choke, cough*

I'm better, but this lingering bit of chest congestion can fuck the fucking fuck off.  With knobs.  And cheese.

ugh.

This bloody chest cold can fuck the fucking fuck off.  My ribs and abs are killing me from the constant hacking and coughing. 

Cancer.

My cousin has breast cancer.  Had a mastectomy.  Her oncologist said they didn't get it all, and that she's at stage 1.  That can fuck off with a rusty chainsaw.

A good friend has stage 3 or 4 inflammatory breast cancer.  Her doctors didn't catch it very quickly, because she was breastfeeding at the time, and they thought the initial symptoms were either mastitis, or blocked ducts.  She's had four months of chemo, and they said she needs three more before they can attempt a mastectomy to try to get it under control.

That kind of cancer has a 34% chance of not recurring within five years. 

And that kind of cancer can chainsawdomize itself with a rusty chainsaw.

...

I actually put writing this in my to-do list for this morning, and still forgot it. 

That can ftfo. 

my right knee

My right knee can so FTFO.  I was sitting down, last night, and it went popCRUNCH.  And then it swelled up, got stiff, and got painful.  And it still is.

mmmph?...ugh.

Nights full of restless dreams that have you more tired when you wake up than you were when you went to bed can fuck off sideways.

not much

Other than still not knowing anything about whether or not the imp has a place in the private school kindergarten, I don't have a whole lot I can talk about this week. 

I got nothin'.

Except for the imp blowing off his second kindergarten screening, I've not had a bad week.  And I'll be publishing Pendragon Resurgent next week (and The Last Pendragon is free for download through Sunday). 

So I got nothin'.  What's pissed you off this week?

Oh, for fuck's sake!

This dumb twunt deserves to be sent to lose any child she gives birth to for the rest of her life.  Seriously.  She claimed she didn't have the money to buy formula for her nine month old baby son, but pays a $300+ cable bill?

Okay.  Let's say she had other priorities, other places that money had to go.  If that's the case, then why the fuck didn't she just breastfeed the poor mite?  It's not like she actually fucking had a fucking job, the fucking stupid fucking cum-burping gutter slut.

Starving a nine month old baby--a baby that should be fifteen pound or more, and nearly walking--to seven pounds and barely responsive deserves a specially reserved seat in the special hell Shepherd Book speaks of.

And she deserves to have any child she ever has or ever will give birth to immediately removed from her custody, and her right to be a parent permanently terminated. 

me

I can fuck off for letting the imp get away with deciding he didn't want me teaching him anything.  By so doing, I have failed him badly.

nursemaid's elbow

So, my daughter's been the one acting out this week.  She put shampoo in her hair Tuesday night, and then again on Wednesday night.  Tuesday night, I told her not to do it again; Wednesday night, I sent her to her room for the night (banned her from watching television).  She decided to dangle off of her doorknob, and popped her elbow out of joint.  Again. 

This makes the sixth time.

And the fourth time I've put it back myself. 

Nursmaid's elbow can fuck the fucking fuck off, especially after the kids are big enough to beg you not to hurt them while you're putting their elbow back into place.

Whatever it is...

...that has turned my marginally good children into unreasonable and terribly behaved little beasts can fuck the fuck off.  I'm pretty sure it's allergies, but I don't know what's causing it. 

the dumbing down

On Wednesday, I wrote about the dumbing-down of an economics course.  Yesterday, as a faculty member, I got an email from the same twit in the econ department announcing a dumbing-down of the entire fucking degree.  They've just announced that they have a "new Bachelor of Science in Economics degree that we are beginning in the fall semester.  This is a 30 hour degree that does not require students to complete the Business core, but does require a second major or a minor."  
And yes, that is a direct quote from the email.  
In other words, a student can decide that that business degree is just too hard, but they've always wanted to go into finance, and by golly, it looks like now they can!!!  
I am so unbelievably angry about this that I can't even find the right words.  I don't comprehend why this is happening in the first place--aren't we, as a university, supposed to challenge the students to do as much as they possibly can do?  Aren't we supposed to refuse to cater to the little darlings that need to do more work than they're willing to do?
Why the fuck are we repudiating what we're supposed to be????

I have a list.

• Whatever caused me to have a restless night full of weird dreams, and only drop into good, solid sleep at seven this morning can ftfo.  

• This guy.  This guy can fuck off with the nuclear fission pile of the submarine he destroyed because he was "feeling anxious," "wanted to go home early," and set a fire in a box of oily rags set on a bunk.  Aw, poor widdle fing couldn't handle the pressure of painting!  I'd rather the little fucker spent the next fifteen to twenty years in prison than on welfare.

• Last, but not least, this: how can anyone come in and justify stealing a collection that a 91 year old man spent 80 years amassing?  The guy's gonna live maybe ten years longer--leave him alone, and then go in and confiscate it.  Leave him his least years to enjoy it.  Because I'd bet everything he has was legal to acquire when he acquired it. 

Lots irritating me this week, little energy to tell it to fuck off.

Oh, and one more thing: thinking I had enough coffee for this morning, and finding out I didn't can go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut.

lethargy

I can't really get worked up about anything.  I've tried.

Leland Yee?  Nope.  I may not have known the name, but he was a politician, and the behavior is what I've come to expect.

The fact that I'm not surprised (disgusted, yes, but not surprised) by corruption and hypocrisy on this level in anyone can fuck the fuck off.

sick

I got sick at the beginning of the week--which happens to be Spring Break.  Head cold.  Nasty one.

Wednesday, my head cold moved down to my chest.  Yesterday, I lost my voice.

Today is the last week day of Spring Break.  I step back in front of the class on Tuesday.  And I still don't have my voice.

Being sick on break really sucks.  And it can fuck off.  I've gotten nothing done.

Not feelin' it.

I managed to finish a draft last night, and I'm feeling less than with it this morning, kinda wrung out and out of it.  Have at it: tell the world what's gotten on your tits this past week. 

Cancer.

Okay, it looks like my initial attempt at posting didn't take (didn't even leave a draft), but that's okay.  I've got a better one than just telling myself to fuck off for forgetting that it was Friday.

Cancer.

Cancer can fuck off and die in a crotch fire.

One of my dear friends has a particularly vicious form of breast cancer.  It's not fair.  She's only 35, has a two year old son, and has breast-fed this boy for both of his years on earth.  That was supposed to cut her risk drastically. 

I found out earlier this afternoon. 

The shock has just worn off.

allergy season

Or cold season.  Or whatever the hell keeps both kids clogged up and hacking,* and causes Odysseus to snore in any position he sleeps in.  It can fuck off with my sleep deprivation.

That is all.

*Wet sounding coughs that don't bring anything up but a sore throat.

monsters

I was thinking about telling the government in the Ukraine to fuck off...or our very own King Putt's administration for deciding to put political officers in newsrooms nationwide...but then, this happened.

The fucking creep snatched a little ten year old girl off the street, took her home with him, did who knows what to her, put a .22 round into her head, then cut her in half, put her in trash bags, then into a pair of Rubbermaid tubs.

My first reaction was horror.

My second was rage.

This fucking fuck carefully chose his pathway into becoming employed by the school: subcontracted employees aren't looked into by the school, and often, their primary employers don't run background checks either.  Yes, he was eventually hired full-time, but by then, he'd been working there for a while, and likely wasn't checked out then, either.  

Parents in the school whose children were remanded into this man's "care" in the in-school suspension program need to have their children checked over very carefully.  There's no way he went from "normal" to "snatch a child off the street" in a snap.

The monster deserves to be bent over a railing in prison, with his wrists tied to his ankles, and left there.  Until he's suffered the full horror of what he put that little girl through.

Then, he needs to be buggered by a giant rainbow horse dick until something ruptures and kills him.

The school system needs to be sued to closure.

Every monster who touches a child like that needs to die by rape with something far too large for their bodies to handle.

And every bleeding heart pervert leftist who whines about rehabilitation, and who tries to get such "normalized" needs to join them.

Monsters aren't broken and in need of repair.  The only thing that can be done is to put them down before they harm someone else.  

migraines

I had a migraine plow into me Monday afternoon.  I still have it.  And it can fuck off with a dozen flaming chainsaws.

ugh...

Everybody in the house being sick to varying degrees over the course of a week can fuck the fuck off.  I'm half sorry the imp got over his so quick--he's easier to handle when he's feeling bad.

The weather can fuck off, while I'm ranting at things larger than human activities.  I moved south, away from northern Kansas, to get away from this shit. 

Radical feminism's abilities to pervade everything and spoil everything it touches can really fuck off.  I'd go on a real rant about that, but I feel too crappy to really be able to pull it off.

sick kids

Whatever is bothering my kids can go fuck itself with a rusty chainsaw.  Both kids are sick, now--the imp has a painful lower belly, and told me "Momma, my butt threw up.  I don't feel good.  I don't want supper." 

There.  Is.  Nothing.  I.  Can.  Do.  Not a damned thing I can possibly do to make my kids feel better.  And that can fuck right the fuck off while it fucks itself with a two-pronged Sybian, studded with broken glass, and set on high. 

static, fucked-up power cords, and office space

So, yesterday was cold.  Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.  Cold enough that I decided to wear insulated leggings (my nylon ones were all I could find) under my flannel jeans.  Did you know that causes massive static, just sitting still?  Not fun.  Static can fuck off.

I keep a spare power cord in my bag of holding for office days.  My laptop gives me two and a half or three hours of battery time...and I used most of that while my kids were writing their papers.  So, I plug it in after I get settled in for office hours...and discover that the power cord has developed a break somewhere between the transformer and the end that plugs into the laptop.  So, yesterday's office hours were really unproductive, and that can fuck the fuck off.  Four hours that I could have been writing wasted. 

Speaking of office hours...last semester, I held my office hours in my classroom.  It was decently comfortable, and I had a padded seat and a desk.  This semester, there's a class directly after mine in my classroom.  Which means I had to hunt for someplace where I could settle and focus to do work.  I tried the adjunct office but it made me jittery and jumpy like you wouldn't believe.  In four hours, I was able to write less than a thousand words.  And I should have managed six thousand or more. Yesterday's attempt in an out-of-the-way nook of the library would have been much better, but...yeah.  I'm paying for the seating today with an awful backache.  A lack of office space where I feel comfortable can fuck the fucking fuck off.

Me.

I can so fuck the fuckety fuck off.  I forgot it was Friday.  Who or what would you like to tell off, and why?  Let us know in no uncertain terms in the comments.

this past week.

So, after the family car's demise as a reliable source of transportation, we started looking for another one.  We found a Subaru, and test drove it.  And it promptly died the same death as the Lexus, on the test drive.  The dealer that had it took more than 24 hours to tow it. 

So, with a Subaru sitting dead in our driveway, I thought that was bad enough.  Nope. 

I put in a load of dishes and started the dishwasher...which promptly started spitting soap foam on the floor in front of itself. 

And last, but not least, my imp clogged the toilet...and it started running...and it was ten minutes before I noticed it was running...and I wound up with a flooded bathroom.

And there were two turds bobbing against the closed toilet seat.

If that weren't bad enough, the bathroom?  except for a small area next to the bathtub and around the toilet...is carpeted.  The nasty water was standing on the linoleum, and had soaked the carpet to the point where it was standing on the carpet, too.

It's dry, now, but damn it stinks.  I don't think it's salvageable, so my weekend project is going to be ripping it out. 

This week can fuck the fuckety fuck off.  Next week starts classes back up.  Here's hoping next week is better. 

another list

Our car needing the head gasket replaced can fuck the fucking fuck off.  Even if we can sell it to someone whose dad is a mechanic, that was the family car--the Civic is nowhere near as easy to get the kids into and out of.

Whatever made my imp sick enough to throw up before his nap yesterday can definitely fuck the fuck off.  Miserable, crying boy is not happy-making for anybody, much less his mommy. 

The constantly-changing weather forecast.  We're in a weird area for weather, and the National Weather Service can't make up its tiny mind about what's likely to happen for us this weekend.

I think that's pretty much it.