Good News/Bad News

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Hark! Who is that, striding out of the tundra! It is Thessalian, hands clutching a burning branch! And with a low bellow, her voice cometh: "I'm going to brutalize you until the laws of physics are violated!"

Find out! Enter username: Are you a girl, or a guy ?

created by beatings : powered by monkeys

I like this one. This one suits me.

The average news is, despite still not having handed in various forms, I now have a C&W uniform. No, it's not the gaudy airline-upholstry stuff -- this is a blue polyester blouse that (God, I hate this phrase, but it's true) matches my eyes. Apparently, it's a good colour on me. And it's less warm than my jumper -- it's not actually that hot, but it's muggy in here, so I'm wearing it currently.

Now, the good news -- I received word from Wakaranai. Choo-Choo is in the post! (Chemo 'puters need extra love! And this one's going to get it.) Apparently also a 486 that has no name and probably needs one. They will arrive either Friday (when I won't be there) or Saturday (when I ... still won't be there, unless Mr Postie gets his arse in gear -- I have to meet Shinji at midday). Whee! Now here's to hoping that I can pull everything off the craptop without too much loss of data. Oh, incidentally and a propos of nothing, longhand is a sadistic perverted bitch from the depths of hell.

Now the bad news: I think it's time to put on my avenging angel gear. Some fuckwad has apparently targeted Wakaranai for some kind of hate campaign, all because he had the temerity to tell said fuckwad something he didn't already know in a way he didn't like. (Or at least, that's as far as I can tell.) Now, fine, Wakaranai has some difficulties, one of the most notable being that he goes into self-pity mode until such time that a kind soul reassures him that he's not a waste of oxygen after all, but come on; this is stupid. This fuckwad isn't so different from Wakaranai anyway, except for the fact that he has a block of rotting fungus where his heart should be. He admits he has no life; his website (the URL of which I don't remember offhand) proves that. To give you a taste, however, he desperately wants Space Ghost's wristbands. Yet somehow his ability to type a vituperative e-mail and send it to he for whom it was intended makes him better than a man who, while perhaps not really aiding and abetting society as a whole, wouldn't dream of intentionally hurting anyone.

I, on the other hand, am in a different position. I have a life, dreary as it sometimes gets, and in this little battle, I have something of the moral high ground. And as to not intentionally hurting anyone ... I believe the statement was along the lines of "Mess with me and mine, and I will end you".

What was it again? Oh, yes. "I'm going to brutalise you until the laws of physics are violated!" But of course, this is the Internet. I'll just have to use the one weapon available to me. At least until I can find out where in Florida this fuckwad lives and save up for the cat o' nine...

Thess

Never Mind.

As to the great honking arsehole that Wakaranai's having to deal with...

...never thought I'd say this, but God I'm glad to be able to...

...I think he's dealing well enough with it himself.

I'm proud of you, Wakaranai. Particularly that last paragraph.

Thess

Divine Wind

Ichi - "That one with wisdom"


What would your Japanese name be? (female)
brought to you by Quizilla

But ... isn't "ichi" also the Japanese word for "one"? This isn't some fangirl Japanese thing, is it? (Aw, what the hell would I know; I'm only a step removed from fangirl Japanese myself...)

Wow. It's incredible what happens when the workload gets properly divided. You really get to see who's doing the work. I'm responsible for the plain films (normally the highest volume in the department) and Dr Hillier's private patient stuff. And guess what? Both those baskets are empty. Everyone else's baskets, on the other hand, are damn near overflowing. I guess I really am good at my job.

So it's nearly five, and my baskets are empty, and everybody else's baskets are full. So I have two options:

1) Go home on time for a change, get some rest, do some longhand (blech) or even go online and talk to my friends for a change.
2) Attack someone else's basket and empty it too.

Guess which one I'm probably going to go for. I just don't like seeing us behind, is all. I got told recently that I have the work ethic of a kamikaze pilot. Is it sick that I don't see that as a bad thing, exactly?

Thess