Yippee-IA, Motherf***ers! IRRATIONALLY ANGRY PT. 2: Irrationally Angrier

Maybe burn it open.

trauma shears. the blades are flat & finely serated, so they cut *things* but not so finely sharpened that they will cut you.

my paramedic brother in law gave us a pair years ago, they RULE for plastic packaging

this is an "innocuous thing I screwed up that made me angry at myself", but...

I have seen Deicide twice, and they're always fun, but their Tampa shows seem to be next level sick since it's their hometown and all...so when a notice went up that they're coming back again, I immediately snapped up a ticket.

Idiotically forgetting to check my calendar and realizing I have a performance on that night. The kicker is, it's a collection of 10-minute pieces, and we're allowed to leave after we do ours, as we take bows at the end of our piece, not as a group.

So now I'm trying to figure out if I can still make the show after I get out that night (it's 70 minutes away). the cost is negligible, but it's bugging me not knowing if I can make this or not.

the reason I don't know yet is cuz they haven't given us the order of who's going when yet

can you email whoever decides that and ask to go earlier because you have plans to see Deicide later on with your dying grandmother?

"I know it's a lot to ask, but you've never seen my grandma in the pit".

to jstor, 'keep me logged in' means 'keep me logged in for no more than five minutes if i don't click on anything, just in case someone else yoinks my computer and tries to use it to steal copyrighted scholarly research'

twice in the past hour i've read "weary" where i'm sure the person meant to use "wary."

h8 when a tropical storm brews in the Atlantic and it looks like it has a mere POSSIBILITY of hitting SOME PART of FL in 5+ days and everybody freaks out as if they've never been through a hurricane season before.

(esp given how inaccurate forecasts are that far out)

Nelnet has the most antiquated 'direct debit' system for student loan repayment. I came out of a temporary forbearance in June and paid my bill, forgetting that I had KwikPay (their debit system) set up, so a few days later, that came out. I didn't actually notice this until this month. So no biggie, just means I don't owe for this month. So I cancelled my KwikPay.

But it still came out today. There was no notification or information displayed to tell me when the KwikPay cancellation would be effective. Also, almost every OTHER direct debit system I have does a rate fetch of some type to determine the amount to debit, so that if you owe MORE or LESS than the norm, it debits you that (or if you owe $0, it doesn't debit). Not Kwikpay. Kwikpay takes the same amount every time, regardless.

Well lucky me, now I'm paid up through August!

Pirate bay has been blocked thanks to the IRMA according to a message that's up on the site or where the site was until today

"The Pirate Bay has been blocked

The website you are trying to reach is not available due to an Order of the High Court made at the request of IRMA on June 12, 2013 to block access to The Pirate Bay."

IRMA are obvioulsy Irish so not sure if that has been attempted anywhere else or indeed if it is just the service provider. Not really sure how something like that works. So bye bye stumbling on obscure psych, jazz and prog stuff.

http://www.originaloldradio.com/my_friend_irma.jpg

irma la DOUCHE more like

- ppl who stand in the streets of nyc whilst waiting to cross. jaywalk or don't, motherfucker -- but don't stand *in* the street making cars have to turn around you/bikers have to dodge you (only vaguely irrational because i don't drive in nyc anymore and most drivers suck anyway)

- ppl on public transit who hang on to the pole/rail with both hands. too fucking dramatic or something

- the dream i had last night that basically explained all history/physics/life/love that i tried so hard to make permanent in my brain when i got up to pee but then could not remember in the morning

i dreamed it was st patricks day today and when I woke up I spent 5 minutes looking for my pogues tshirt to wear to work before I realized it was just a dream. bad enough getting days confused but being four months off was disorienting as fuck

don't do that to me again, brain

Downstairs neighbour giving out about splashes of water happening and inevitably dripping on her head so she's writing to the landlord to get me kicked out since I won't move my plants indoors.

when I told her she was talking nonsense she said she was going off to write a letter of complaint to the landlord and I was going to get kicked out.
FAr as I can remember she said she was getting dripped on so I aplologised and then she started telling me that I had to move my plants inside. How would I feel if somebody living upstairs from me was doing such a thing, look at the space around her door..... etc etc. & I couldn't really see what she was talking about since it was twilight and I'd just gone back out to put the pomegranate I'd repotted into somethig bigger outside. ( should point out that all potting so far has been done seated in my sofa indoors so there may be compost on my living room floor but pretty much everything outside is safely in pots)

On closer inspection it appears that she has a plant growing out of her wall, not uncommon in this estate, it being right next to a park and a woods there are a lot of wild plants growing through concrete in places. There also seems to be quite a bit of litter blowing around a not very clean pavement that has large splashes of bird poo quite conspicuous on it. But apparently the mess which is very very temporary, normally evaporates before very long especially in this weather, or soaks into the pavement. Or may consist of a leaf or 2 which seem absolutely nothing compared to what else is around. & I do mean a leaf or 2,.
Actually I begin to wonder if this is just a bored housewife giving out to pass the time of day. Hope I hear no more about it. Humidity is cheating me of sleep so I think I'm feeling short tempered.

Next time I see a band play the "Be My Baby" beat and they aren't playing "Be My Baby", I'm going to throw my beer at them. So sick of it.

hahah nice

Me confronting downstairs neighbour when I get home stupidly not thinking atht I have a can of beer open in my hand and trying to point out to her that the plant growing out of her drain has nothing to do with me. & me still thinking that landlord may listen to her. I just found something that interests me and I'm afraid that thanks to somebody who is not actually seeing things with any sense of reality it is going to be taken away from me.
On the other hand maybe the landlord will just laugh it off. This is crazy and I probably shouldn't be letting it get to me.

just posting this here cos I really would like to find out what other people think.
& now the above message has some relevance to it. I heard somebnody who had been sitting in a car next to hers describe me as areal weirdo. But I really don't know how you react to this kind of thing.

God genuinely can't wrap my head around the situation with downstairs neighbour. She is going to go ahead and complain that I have plants on my balcony. & presumably that water is continually dripping to the ground on her bins. The letting agency that acts as a landlord is in Limerick about 100 miles away from here so is unlikely to have any actual; awareness of any situation. I don't think I can reason with this woman, she seems to have a fixed idea of what is happening that is actually oblivious to facts. The onlky time water drips is during the act of watering because of overshooting plant pots when watering with a 2 liter milk bottle. As far as i can understand things, not having an absolute grasp of physics this would be the same if I used a watering can. It is just a given eventuality.
To me it seems that this person is overstepping the mark massively as regards what control she has about events around her. The likelihood of her being dripped on is pretty small, would only happen should she suddenly come out of her front door without my hearing her. & normally I only have music coming from the far side of the room, walkman having been hung up in my jacket as I come in the house before I fill water bottles to water plants. If she complains that I'm doing that when her children are outside playing it is normally 20 or 30 feet from where they are. Water is likely to go down pretty much vertically, and needs to be stressed, is tap-water. If it is landing on the ground it is landing on a dirty pavement that isn't being meticulously looked after by this woman. She even has plants growing out of her drains which has absolutely nothing to do with me. There are white spots of bird poo conspicuous all over the pavement down there. And yet she is giving out to me and going to write a letter of complaint to the landlord. It is a ludicrous complaint but still may be one that is registered as a complaint, just by the fact that it has been put to paper and received by the landlord.
I tried to point out to her that this complaint was ridiculous but obviously it fell on deaf ears. She has told me and her own next door neighbour that she is compalining to management.
Does she have any grounds whatsoever to do so without an inherent distortion of fact?
One factor that may need explaining is that I have a balcony that is made out of mesh. Which means that things will automatically fall through it.
But this just strikes me as one of the most trivial complaints possible. But yet in the fact that it is a complaint it might come back on me negatively. Should I worry or just laugh?

You're probably in the right - who knows? - but you should worry about being so long-winded before the judge.

I would wait to see what the complaint *is* before you do anything. You can't anticipate how it's formulated.

And maybe there's an easy solution - adding drip tray/s or moving the plants to a different spot on the balcony, or watering at night or whatever. Don't panic til there's something to panic abt :)

Thanks does exactly replicate whatI'm thinking, what exactly would be the wording of the complaint etc. She now may have several witnesses who might comlain that my behaviour was thretening or something which is why this is weighig on me. Her kids were around her and made a collective sound that mde me seem like I was being incrediblyu heavy or something. I just wanted her to know she was being unreasonable. & probably went around it absolutely the wrong way.
Therer may be several factors against me . Irritability thanks to lack of sleep thanks to humidity, beer thanks to me already feeling shit.
So now worried that my attempt to confront her which now includes witnesses is going to go asgainst me.
bang my head agauinst the wall one more time, especially in the Marquee '84 version feels very good right now.

remember that oftentimes our brain is not the wisest council in times of stress. it may turn out much smaller & more manageable than you envision

I hope so. Just can't believe this is being an issue. Wondering if there is a language problem involved since the woman is Nigerian. This just al strikes mea s schizoid, but she has announced she is going to make a complaint anyway.
& the way I handled yesterday may have left something to be desired. Seeems like she thinks she has an automatic control over me or something equally strange. Really not sure exactly what the complaint she is intending to make is. The person upstairs isn't obeying her orders? We're both supposed to be adults, so where exactly does she get off etc etc.

Didn't realize it had a grate floor. Is the complex open to the sky, such that when it rains every balcony gets wet? Or is there a cover over the top level? TBH, if I lived there I wouldn't want water coming down on my patio if it was otherwise covered. I wouldn't be able to put anything on my balcony that would be damaged if it got wet. Maybe use pot trays and don't overwater, or put something beneath the pots that diverts the water past the edge of the balcony.

There isnt a patio. There's a doorway and a place to put bins. Otherwise it's just a street pavement. &no there isnt really a cover. Other people have asked what the difference to it raining would be. I just can't see what the supposed complaint actually would be.

My previous downstairs neighbours complained to the management company about us watering the plants on the balcony. We got a letter telling us not to do it again, we put drip trays under everything and tried not to overwater, we never heard any more from them. Hope it goes the same for you.

It was p. unpleasant feeling like we were walking on eggshells in our own flat for a while and we were annoyed the neighbour conveniently didn't mention that he didn't like his balcony getting a few drops of water because he was drying laundry on it, which is against the management company's rules. But in retrospect I feel like the management company weren't taking him really seriously, just rolled their eyes and sent out a form letter to keep everyone quiet.

Possibly he'd phoned up and mentioned that 3 whole drips landed on his drying towels and they'd already told him "well you shouldn't be doing that anyway", possibly because this guy put in a lot of petty complaints and they were sick of him. (I think the no laundry on the balconies thing is a bullshit rule too but if things had escalated I was totally going to point it out in passive-aggressive fashion, ha)

Manager is back going on about "what white people like." I think she's showing off for the one black employee in the room.

Perfect day for that kind of talk.

Oh gross.

"White people like stand your ground laws!"

And the stuff that she was coming up with: "White people like SHORTS. Hahaha, just like my husband."

Almost made a Freudian slip and typed stfu in that last sentence.

things that make me irrationally angry: "grumpy cat"

Me, too, mostly because they named him Tard.

Him and the infatuated girlfriend make me irrationally angry in the same way. Think it has something to do with their crazy eyes.

crazy girlfriend meme is definitely deeply depressing

Cold sales calls for services. A couple of financial planner and insurance guys keep bothering me at work. There is no way in HELL I would choose a financial planner based on the fact that he fucking called me, out of the blue. This guy who called had really annoying and effective ways of keeping me on the phone, which were great, for keeping me on the phone, and which made me 0% more likely to use his services. But he was really effective at wasting my time and making me feel like I didn't want to be a dick and hang up on him too quickly.

Be a dick and hang up at once. I am ruthless with cold sales callers. With poor-schlump telemarketers, I will say sorry and hang up. With someone like an annoying financial planner I would not even bother to say that.

I'm pretty much allergic to sales pitches about anything.

otm. I have never, ever once come within a million miles of buying anything from a cold call pitch. they can promise me a thousand dollar reward and a blow job and I still just hang up.

I just don't understand the concept -- why am I supposed to want to buy something even one iota more just because you decided you want to sell it to me?

i think they prey on old people. my grandfather wouldn't buy stuff but he would always donate money to charities that would call him on the phone and he couldn't afford it.

aw

I guess in theory, if you had some amazing product or service that I wouldn't have known about otherwise, but in the age of the internet that's just hard to believe. And with something like a FINANCIAL PLANNER, assuming I were even in a position to use one, I'd go out and do my research. I'm not going to just say "Hmm, I like the sound of this guy's voice."

You know how horrible those DWI lawyers are on late-night TV and the back of the phone book? Just imagine if they called you at work.

otm otm otm challops whatever. I have no idea why anyone thinks that works except just maybe if it had in the past.

Cold sales calls for services.

I think I've mentioned this upthread, but for me it's the cold emails. "Hi, Phil, we're a company that provides XXXX service, would you have a few minutes to discuss how we can take money from you?"

I delete the email. A week later: "Hi, Phil, just following up since I hadn't seen your reply, is next week a good week for the two of us to talk?"

GO DIE IN A FUCKING FIRE, HOW'S THAT FOR A REPLY?

so I'm doing a series of two short 15-minute theatrical pieces. I've done theatre on an amateur basis for about 15 years. The director of my second piece, while a friend, is a bit eccentric as a director. He keeps doing this Paul "Bear" Bryant routine where he won't quit talking to us beforehand giving us pep talks (when I'd rather be meditating and concentrating). during the performance, he kept pacing around in the audience, clearly visible to us, which was very distracting. the moment we ended, he was on us, screaming "WHERE'S THE PASSION, MANNNNNNNNNN", to where the guy running the festival had to say "hooooooooold on, you'll have your moment in a sec".

Afterwards, while giving us notes, he was trying to emphasize the need for stand menacingly over a dude and basically thrust his junk in my face as an 'example'. It was really uncomfortable. I seriously wonder if he was high.

(sorry, shoulda made clear tonight was a dress rehearsal, he wasn't walking around in the audience during an actual performance)