The Big White Dog (90 lbs.) who was too much of a pussy to step out in a light rain to pee before bedtime and thus was doing the Watusi at 4:30 AM, waking me out of a sound sleep to let her out. When finished relieving herself she decided that, rather than return indoors posthaste, she would go on a recon mission of the surrounding woods, leaving me standing – naked, freezing (yes, I own a bathrobe but not one I can easily find and don quickly enough for a certain canine) – at the kitchen door...or so she thought. I smartly returned to bed and to deep sleep, from whence I was unceremoniously retrieved some 45 minutes later by a pounding at the storm door because someone "would like to come in now, please?"


Bitch.

Your big white dog should meet my black pit mix. He is an absolute wuss when it comes to weather - I have to FORCE him outside where he cowers under a tree furiously relieving himself.
Such is the life of an LA dog with no water experience...

Speaking of weather it is now officially crackhead driving season here. Everyone continues their less than desirable driving habits, including chatting, eating, make up applications at 55 miles an hour on city streets slick with water and oil that's accumulated over the past 8 months...
I saw 1 spinout and 3 near misses the other night when the rain started

Dude, where's my pipe?

6 am--went to bed; fiftfully rested until 8 am.

Woke up and finished 1st draft of Appellate Advocacy brief for Johnson v. California, which the Supreme Court is hearing next month. Went to class totally unprepared. On the bright side, I followed along as if I had read.

And it is only Monday.

No, it's the other Johnson got himself in a pickle in the bourbon bar.

v

Well, I just got moved into my new workplace. (Down one flight of stairs in the same suite but with all the bother it might as well have been a move to the dark side of the moon) Phone, printer, computer, etc. all up and running. Desk drawers locked, no key in sight and the office manager is out sick. I'm sitting here behind a wall of boxes and files

Let me see. How about rain, baseball, the Devi thread, life, work...mmm, that'll do for a start.

steam pipes banging like crazy at 5:30am.

What Wilf said without the baseball.

v

Total productivity block

Riverdance.

Nope.

Oh well, never mind. You can't have everything.

As long as I can have the cider from the bottom of the ice box, then I'm fine.

Calling large corporations, i.e. telephone companies, credit card companies, insurance companies that ask you to punch in your 13 digit account number......then make you wait while they're connecting you with a representative......then hearing that representative asking you, first thing, for you guessed it

fuck them all, I say

What a dreary day.

Stone, I like your signature very much.

Right now I am so fucking irritated with everyone involved in this deal I'm trying to put together
for this stupid cafe I'm trying to buy that I could chop off all their heads and not have any remorse.

Does that sound too harsh?

Do you need a lawyer? I'm training to chop people's heads off. It's very satisfying, what with the arterial spurt and all.

e-bay sellers who let you buy something for a song then make all their profits with the postage charge I've been buying the odd back issues of French Saveurs. I got 3 issues off this guy for 3 euros total, he's charged me 15.70 for p+p. Judging by the stamps he's made 8.70 profit as he's used a recycled box for packaging. By contrast, someone else from whom I have just bought 2 issues for a total 3 euros, is only charging me 3.65 packaging. All relatively paltry sums for magazines that I'm unlikely to find otherwise, but galling.

v

Perhaps we could merge Annoyances with the Yankees thread?

The inane patter of Public Radio pledge drives. Especially when Vermont and New Hampshire both do theirs in the same week.

Heh heh. I was waiting for that.

I did refrain from guilting anyone into a donation.

My daughter's inability to seek out bus and train transportation home for college autumn break this weekend, despite my best efforts to send train schedules, highlighting connections and times. This is going to neccesiate an afternoon *rush hour* round trip run to Trenton NJ this afternoon.

I find this "don't worry, daddy will do it, he loves me" attitude annoying. But the fact is that I will and I do.

Forgot about the Scottish love of vinegar. Had to throw my lunch in the bin. Tuna Roll with salad. Mayo thinned out with white vinegar. Revolting. Fuck I hate this fucking shit-hole dump.

It's not This American Life but Garrison Keillor that galls me. Was ever a man more enamoured of his own insipid whine?

I can't stand the sound of his voice.

Why oh why does the man have to sing? The only thing left to like about the show is his political bent which I can't talk about here or I will have to ban myself.

He has his purpose. The theater from which he broadcasts The Prairie Home Companion brightens up any sight-seeing tour of St Paul, Minnesota. In fact, it constitutes any sight-seeing tour of St Paul, Minnesota.

And here I thought his purpose was to make me run from the room screaming and tearing my hair.

Beautiful downtown St Paul, photographed on a day in 1984 when the sun shone.

I once slept for about forty hours there. Okay, I was unwell at the time - but I certainly didn't feel I'd missed anything.

I'm tearing my hair out, and I'm already on my second glass of wine...My forehead is bruised from banging it against the wall...WHY THE F**K DIDN'T ANYONE EVER TELL ME THAT YOU CAN'T JUST PRINT, AS IN PRINTING PRESS, THINGS YOU DESIGNED FOR THE WEB??????? I'M AN ILLUSTRATOR, GODDAMIT!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I know I was yelling. Sorry...The BF had the bright idea I should just print a PR postcard with homepage of my website on it, to mail around to agencies and encourage them to make use of the talent within....HA!!!!!!! I've had to redo the whole F**CKING thing, to make it the appropriate resolution for REAL printing, and recalibrate every color to make it work...And I don't have a postcript printer, so I can't even test print the Quark document I have it in...I know only two or three of you understand all this, and you may think I'm an idiot anyway, but F**K!!!!!!!!!!!!

Time for more wine.......