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You know, if I've told them once, I've told them a thousand times: when you go out, turn things off. SAVE POWER. You know, since we pay the power bill and all that? But nooooo, fucking lights left on in empty rooms, the computer booted up and a program open. I can understand, say, leaving the computer on standby/sleep mode during the day, except for the whole, not at home for hourse on end thing. I mean, I make a concerted effort to shut my computer down each night, particularly since the broadband connection keeps my computer from going into sleep mode for longer than 30 seconds. And definitely if I'm going to be out for most the day.

And it's not just the power thing. I tell them to make sure that what can be recycled goes in the recycling bin each week, rather than the rubbish. But they just chuck everything in the rubbish. I asked them about it once, and they admitted to being too lazy to walk a few steps and open a couple of doors. I mean, wtf?

Then there's the clothes pegs. See, they're in a little basket that has a hook to hang off the line. And there's a perfect place for it to hang right at the end. But because Joe has to get on tippy toes to reach into the basket, he simply grabs the basket and puts it on the ground. And leaves it there. I spoke to him about it, you know, okay, fine, take it down if you must, but PUT IT BACK afterwards. Has he? Of course not.

The pair of them are terrible at bringing shit back. We've had to nag at them several times to get in the habit of returning the phone to its cradle. Because if they go out, and the phone rings, we can't get downstairs to it in time to answer. And then the hunt begins. But it's a hassle to remind them about the dvds all the time as well. Joe borrowed our vivid the other day, and I found it the day after when I went down to do laundry, lying in a puddle of spilled milk on the washing machine.

It's just so inconsiderate of the people around them. I get the the point when they ask to borrow something, I want to say no, because I'll have to remind them to bring it back. It's one thing to forget every once and a while. Everyone does that. I do that. But they forget pretty much every time. And any suggestions/requests I make, it's like, they feed me this line of "yeah, yeah, of course," (that is, if I don't get the automatic denial) that has all the sincerity of a blank piece of paper.

I try not to get worked up about this shit. But the fact of the matter is, while in general they are good kids (and how fucking wrong is it that I consider Joe, a month older than me, a kid?), they are just so self-centered that they continue to do all manner of little pet peeves that they combine into one big pet peeve. I try to make them more aware of the fact that it's irritating, but I see little to no improvement in behaviour. And it's not like they are children that I can discipline them.

I hate complaining abut it. I feel terrible that I'm constantly venting about my partner's son. I love Alan. I love living with him. I love our life together. But I just get so sick and tired of Joe being self-centred and a lazy thinker. The boy HAS brains. He just doesn't use them to finish a thought. Like using the sunscreen, telling me about it exploding in his hand, and finding out when I go to use it that he had put it back in the bag without wiping down the outside first.

Little things. They add up.

I just have to repeat to myself. Not my child. Not my problem. Not everyone thinks like me.

Be happy, be calm. I try.

Fin.

Okay, so there's the whole thing about joining fandom_counts (been there, done that, and got lost staring at people's userpics, oops...) and then I've just found there's a community, innocence_jihad which, in itself, is an awesome name. It's got all the linkage and I haven't really looked deeper into the posts and yet there is much amusment as it is.

Contenting myself to not wank, although I'm sure I could work up a suitable rage, if I really felt like it. But I also belong strongly to the camp of not wasting my energy frothing at the mouth... better to be quiet, but eloquent, when delivering the ultimate smackdown. That's how it is for me, at anyrate. Not that I don't applaud some of the other responses out there.

Umm... other than that, life is life, I'm fucking cold, and the spiders are out to get me. Again.

Fin.

Edit: Over on MQ...
pepsicolagurl *responds to an 'icon love' comment with a Rainbow Bright icon*
ME: *gasp* Rainbow Bright is love!
sugar_spun: You can't say that! She's underage!
ME: *spittakes*

Edit The Second:
I think bredalot sums it up nicely...
Ahaha. SO TRUE. Fandom? Is a group of people who took the shortened form of "fanatic" and created a dialect out of it, accompanied by innumerable made-up words intended to prove just how much we care. Is a group of people who band together tightly online because everyone else thinks we're insane. Fandom will tear itself apart until it's threatened by some outside force, and then fandom will FIGHT TO THE DEATH.

God, I love fandom.

Aye. *pumps fist*

Note to Self: When looking on IMDB for a movie you don't know the name of, try to stay for the credits to get the main actor right so you can actually find it. Dennis Quaid =/= Michael Keaton. Ijit.

Fin.

To spellcheck:

'Chittering' is so a word. Leave me to take artistic liberties in peace. But otherwise, keep up the good work.

Sincerly yours,
Another fucking writer

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To the boy who threw a chocolate bar at me as he drove past:

Thanks, mate! The chocolate was nice, if broken by the fall. The girls were envious. I've never had boys throw anything at me when they drive past, all admiring-like. Does this mean I should take more evening strolls wearing a dress?

Gratefully yours,
Chocolate Fiend in a Dress

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To the spider who picked the wrong room to invade:

You're not as big as the spiders that tried invading my parents' house last autumn. Yet you still served to reconfirm my arachniphobia. You're black, largish, and too near my bed. That's why you had to die.

My condolences,
Your Executioner

P.S. To the cockroach who got away: your thorax is mine if I ever find you.

P.P.S. Don't you ants get comfortable. And stay away from my honey!

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To the hot water tap:

Work properly damn you. I need to do my dishes before the ants find them.

Impatiently yours,
One of the less messy inhabitants

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Dearest Father:

Your text said 9. I missed SVU to talk with you, but you didn't show. I refuse to skip the last ep. of Numb3rs for anything. I'll get back to you later.

Reproachfully yours,
Your daughter

P.S. Your texts in all caps leave me with the feeling I'm being shouted at, even when you're not.

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Yo, Army Boy Adam

No, I am not Came the French girl. I am Hana the wet t-shirt contest girl. Her hair wais black, and she went back to Frog-a-go-go land three months ago.

No flashing for you,
Not-Came

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Dear Hana's Brain:

You let me dream about sexing up Viggo Mortensen? THANK YOU! Was it as good for you as it was for me?

Love from,
Hana's Body

P.S. V. nice of you to let macjinx to sex Viggo up too.

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TO ALL MY FRIENDS:

I love you. Consider this a geneneral expression of my contnuing affection and loyalty. More specific reinforcements of this sentiment may ensue. Letting you know, in case I haven't said anything lately and you were wondering. Even if you weren't. If I have done anything to make you feel neglected or unappreciated, I hereby apologise.

Much, much love,
Hana

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I was talking to diea last night, discussing phobias. Agoraphobia came up. And thus we began talking about space and how there's just so much of it. And she asked, "Which is worse? That the universe may go on for ever and ever without end, or that there is an end to it all out there somewhere?"
Immediately an image came to my mind of someone in an EVA suit, poking at the edge of the universe. I laughed. Another thought ocurred to me, so I said, "Hahahaha, wouldn't it be funny though, if we got to the end of the universe and it was patched up with duct tape?" After all, duct tape, like the force, has a light side, dark side, and binds the universe together. She laughed too, before replying that that, in turns, begs the question of just who put the duct tape there.
Come on. It's the end of the universe! There's going to be grafitti. There'll be these alien glyphs, and they won't translate to something ideal like, "You're not alone." Oh no. It will say something like, "Mike wuz here." It won't just end there, though. There'll be some more glyphs that have an arrow pointing to that and say, "Mike iz a faggot." But then it's like, Mike came back to check it out: "Wtf is this? I wuz here but not as a faggot. I'm trying to make a statement here!!!!1"*

Heh, when I told that to Matt last night, he was amused as well. And then he started telling me about just about every single joke and fun thing about Fallout 2. Which, well, I don't own and have never played. But I would apparently enjoy because the humour appeals to me. Not to mention all the Star Wars references. Hee.
One of the Bindaloe Boys shaved his head for Canteen. Donald. Heh, the others call him Donza. *shakes head* Remember when I had that big crush on Giles? Good thing it's dead or I'd probably be hating Kate. I think she's got... something... going on with him. Liz thinks Kate's hot. I wouldn't say Kate's hot. I wouldn't say she's hideous or anything, she's just not my definition of a hot woman. (Although, in general, the handful of women I actually find hot do have dark hair. But Kate doesn't do it for me.)
So there's all this maintainence going on our hall. They're repainting and everything. It makes me laugh 'cause we're an all girls' hall and we have the painters in. None of the other girls get that though, so I don't say anything about it to them. Georgia is an unknown in Kiwi-a-go-go land. In fact, until I mentioned it to Liz, using "having the painters in" as a euphemism for the menses isn't something she'd heard before. *laughs* I have the painters in right now. And we're getting painted. Oh I kill me.
Still. The other day I was reading Soul Music. I love Disc novels. But omg, I could have done a headdesk when I got one of the jokes. It wasn't so much that I'd not caught the joke before. It's that it took me hours later, as I lay down getting ready to sleep, that it suddenly hit me. Imp y Celyn. He changes is name to Buddy. 'y Celyn' is supposed to mean Holly. Buddy Holly. *hits head repeatedly on desk* I felt so dumb for not catching that on the spot.
galindaupland is doing a hate meme if you feel like ranting anonymously. Okay I think that's all for now. *goes off to read a Cate-fic*

Fin.

*Joke shamelessly borrowed from Dane Cook. But it wuz perfect.

Edit: Some chick on the bus into town had a box with a baby bird in it. It was funny because it was hungry and had its mouth wide open for food as it twittered and stuff... and when the girl finally got off, I heard these two women up front discussing their surpise 'cause they hadn't been able to figure out where the cheeping came from before they saw the girl with the box.

Edit II: Fuck it. ( Quiz result )

( A Series of Letters, written by Rachel Jeanne )
I wish I was that clever. But I still think that was the highlight of my day. Everything else has been packing or painting. Yes, my life is so interesting.

Fin.