frequently, i am disgusted with the city of boston. this would happen to be one of those times.
THE MOON RULZ BOSTON!
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pet peeve of the day: “ping”
i hate when people say “i’m going to ping you”, or “i just pinged him/her/it over myspace/fb/im/etc.” it’s fucking not accurate terminology and it drives my bugfuck crazy. same with calling an email address a url (note: yourmom@mail.com is NOT A FUCKING URL!)
a little background:
Ping is a computer network tool used to test whether a particular host is reachable across an IP network. It works by sending ICMP “echo request†packets to the target host and listening for ICMP “echo response†replies. ping estimates the round-trip time, generally in milliseconds, and records any packet loss, and prints a statistical summary when finished.
The word ping is also frequently used as a verb or noun, where it can refer directly to the round-trip time, the act of running a ping program or measuring the round-trip time.
if you’re sending me a message from outlook, yahoo, gmail, hotmail, aol, eudora, pine — whatever! — then for the love of all things fucking holy say “i am emailing! you.” gawd…is that really so fucking hard?
if you skype/im/gchat someone, then fucking say: “i am [im-ing/messaging/chatting’] so&so.”
for fuck’s sake, it’s not that hard! you are not pinging them. you can’t send someone a ping. you.just.fucking.can’t. if it’s coming from your email address and it contains whatever trite bullshit message/picture/saying/video/porn that is swirling around in your brainmeats at the time it’s not a fucking ping. ok? it’s fucking not!
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isn’t that somethin’? my favorite toy ever, since forever…makes me want to play with legos right now. i had a pretty respectable lego collection building up again, but it was destroyed by the deplorable living conditions of my previous apartment.
oh well.
plus, they discontinued the pirates playsets and that’s a god damned travesty. i need MOAR LEGOS!
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oh how i love teh interwebs. and stephen colbert.
i made a notice board! nacho’s VILE POOP is #1, cuz really? his butt? is lethal. DO NOT WANT!
the boy made one too:
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welcome to my saturday morning special…
8:00-ish am:
kitten decides I MUST SNIFF YOUR FACE AND PRESS MY WET NOSE AGAINST YOU NOW!. much flinging ensues. sleep is valiantly held onto…for now.9:30ish am:
kitten takes MONSTER OF ALL POOPS. sleep is shattered by unholy stench. room cleared out with air freshener, kittten is flung out of room. am awake now.10:00-ish am:
kitten is terrorizing lola, who is hiding in below-sink cabinet. constant banging of cabinet door guarantees consciousness.10:30 am:
kitten takes ANOTHER poop, unending scratching in litterbox. inspection of litterbox reveals structural damage, interesting. inspection of kitten reveals ability to avoid stepping in own poop has STILL not developed. chasing & dragging into bathroom ensues. hosing down of squirming kitten requires re-enforcements. boy is no longer asleep.10:45-ish am:
scraping of unholy amounts of poop out of litterbox commences. sopping wet kitten sits on couch, contentedly licking self. now, poop-free!
i so fucking need coffee…
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“I can’t remember to forget you…”
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For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
—Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
usually, round this time in january i’m so overcome with…remembering… that today and tomorrow are bleak and muddled. hazy days of everything i’ve lost.
now…it’s layered over fresh pain. so new and raw that i almost didn’t realize…it’s been six years since she’s been gone. how horrible to actually realize it. six years, and i still miss her so much it physically hurts…
only now, now it’s layered over fresh loss. made that much worse by the knowledge that six years has not dulled the original pain one single bit. six years ago i thought nothing would ever hurt as bad as losing her…i had no idea. and what exactly does that leave me with?
just the cruel force of time eating away at memories i cherish, making it hurt that much more to remember how much i miss them both.
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