The Not Happy Thread

Maybe I've just had really bad luck, but I feel like horror movies are only around because new babies are born every minute.

As in, there's still plenty of people who don't know when the jump-scare or some other trick-of-the-trade is coming.

The more scary movies I watch, the more I appreciate slashers like Scream or really creative, psychological horror. With the former, I know what to expect: cheesy gore. And the latter tends to impress far more often than the now overdone Annabel doll, poltergeist haunting, demonic possession trope they've got going on.

 

I don't mind anyone else liking scary or horror films.

Just don't make me sit through even a trailer of it.

I once went to a CHILDREN's movie in the MIDDLE of a WEEK DAY in a theatre full of ELEMENTARY KIDS and for some unaccountable reason

THEY SHOWED AN EXTENDED LENGTH HORROR TRAILER

We all were traumatised that day. . .

ε=ε=(⊃≧□≦)⊃

 

Oh yeah, I didn't mean to sound like a snob or something. Everybody is free to like what they like!

I guess I was just wondering if anybody felt the same way. Then again, my criticisms of horror movies are some of the same criticisms I have of Hollywood in general, so there's that for you.

Anyway, I recall some very strange preview choices for a movie I saw not too long ago, but unfortunately the name slips my mind. Makes you wonder who chooses them, and if they're laughing their ass off in the projector room or if they just don't care lol.

 

A good, sober take-away from all this might be, that yes, we all have a whole gang of personalities dying to get out of our heads. And yes, some of them may turn out to be jerks. But we'd better make sure we keep them in our fiction, and away from our online selves.

[And now, back to our regularly-scheduled programming]

I have a whole summer's worth house projects left to do and there's only two weeks left till school starts. Technically, I don't have to teach every day: I'm a sub, after all. But I know that I'll feel compelled to accept whatever jobs I can get.

Okay, work is good. But two low-paying jobs plus trying to get my own stuff done = two or three hours of sleep per night is not.

I'm too old for this trash. But I do it anyway. Wanna see me crash and burn?

 

This may be where that seven years = life comes from...

“Give me a child until he is 7 and I will show you the man.”
― Aristotle, The Philosophy of Aristotle

Like the time when one daughter was doing a placement working in the infirmary of the local prison, and another was doing a placement in a secure mental institution...and I got talking to a guy on the train, bragging that he'd just been released after an armed robbery, and "bet you don't know anybody who knows any criminals"... like murderers, rapists, psychopaths...

 

My Amazon order was scheduled to ship on the 9th, and on that afternoon they discovered they didn't have one of the items, which inexplicably set the ship date forward almost a week, o the 15th. I know, first world problem, but geez ...

 

I don't usually get emotionally involved in sports but... a sad end to Mo Farah and Usain Bolt's athletics careers today. I really wanted to see both of them win gold.

 

I think it was right, and time to move on. Mo Farah appeared very wonderful with his family around him, the prospect of cross country ruuning to come.

We shall see Bolt later tonight at the club, his foot up in ice, a funny face on his face and a beer in hand, if he drinks beer. Nothing ignominious or inglorious. As for Seb Coe, he is the lizard-master.

 

I'm glad I've found this thread, because I've needed to say for ages that it's the summer holidays, and my summer holiday mindset has kicked in ("don't bother doing any work today, you've got loads of time"), but now I have FOUR BIG PIECES OF WORK I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED AND NUMEROUS SMALL ONES AND ONE WEEK TO DO THEM IN AND BECAUSE I APPARENTLY LIKE TO SHOOT MYSELF IN THE FOOT I'VE TOLD MY MUM I'VE DONE THEM!

I'm stressed. Sorry. But I can't fight that mindset, no matter how hard I try, and I can see that week slipping away, and then we go on holiday, and then it's back to school to face the wrath of all the people who expect work from me. (This happens every holiday...)

 

I hate my living situation.

My roomie and I share a small house we own outright. But it's effing SMALL and we need a lot more space. So we want to renovate it (it badly needs work - water damage to ceilings, fist holes in walls, etc.) and sell it. We need somewhere to live while the renos are being done, so we want to rent a house (a much bigger house) for a year to get all this straightened out. Then we sell our little house and buy a big one where we can afford it (i.e. NOT in Southern California).

So we saw a great house for rent, put in our application, and waited. And waited. We pestered our real estate agent ("Any news about the house?"). She was eventually able to tell us that the owner was out of town and couldn't review the rental applications until he got back Aug. 5. So the date came and went and we pestered some more. We were told he would be back Aug 6. Then Aug 7. Still no word. Then Aug 8. We were then told that what he really wanted to do was sell it, and was holding out for a potential buyer to get his money together or something. So my roomie and I went back to house hunting after a large amount of grumbling. (It's a good thing I don't drink anymore.)

Then we were told his sale deal fell through and we were the best offer for renting the place, and his real estate agent was just preparing the paperwork for the lease and we were in! We cheered! (It's a good thing I don't drink anymore.) Then we waited for the paperwork. Aug. 9 came and went. Aug. 10 came and went. We pestered on. "Don't worry - you're in. You can even take possession Aug 15, which is two weeks early. We'll get you the paperwork ASAP." Aug. 11 came and went with no word. It is now Aug. 12, and still no word. We are being totally jerked around by the owner and/or his agent. In the meantime, we're in limbo - we can't move out of our painfully-tiny house, so we can't hire a contractor to do the renovations. We have work projects (actually, I'm semi-retired, so it's my roomie who has work projects) we can't start until we move, so we've had to tell paying clients to wait. Grr. This whole situation has gone well beyond my tolerance level. I am on the verge of grabbing my passport and credit card, getting a limo to the airport, and taking the first plane out of LAX without giving a flying fuck where it's going.

It's a good thing I don't drink anymore.

 

White supremacists and riots too close to home. Charlottesville, my heart breaks for the violence you're experiencing today.

In case you're wondering: I am safe. I live an hour and a half away from Charlottesville. My friend and her husband were just on their honeymoon there less than a month ago and I almost applied to UVA. Sad that this is happening there now.

 

My sister works at the grocery store and wanted to write some dumb shit on my brothers birthday cake. I told her not to thinking it would just piss him off. She said he needs to get the stick out of his ass to which I responded that my brother has been through some " slightly worse shit then i have ". To which MOM of all people has to chime in and remind me that we all go through life with problems. I started to get annoyed and said that my brothers life fell apart on his senior year of high school. Mom said she knew and she was there to help him..... At that point all I could do was give her credit for being a good mom during that time.

But my brother hated living with her. He didn't even bother going to college yet. There was no way he would get any work done living with them. They acted the same way then that they do now. They fought a lot. So exactly what the hell did she do that was so supportive? He ended up going to Arizona to live on his own. I pretty much almost lost my brother thanks to her.

it feels wrong to complain about what mom did or didn't do, yet as I continue therapy and continue to reflect on my life i am reminded of all her and dads failures. Even the things I use to not hold them accountable for.

 

Let myself get snared into yet another Facebook debate with my university-professor nephew, this time about Charlottesville. Why do I continue to waste my time?

 

Oy... :C That's why I avoid getting into heated debates on Facebook...

 

I'm with you there. If anything ever looks like it'll escalate, or people say things (that I'm not involved in) and I'd want to comment as I think they're wrong, but it'll cause problems, I just put my phone down/close my laptop and go make a drink or something...

 

Bookstores and filled wallets do not last.

 

Still no word from them?

That sounds super annoying! We have a saying in my mother tongue that translates literally to "hanging from a loose noose", meaning you're kept waiting and waiting and waiting for an important decision that's out of your hands.

I applied for a new position recently. I was promised I'd find out last week if I got it. Then I was promised I'd find out on Monday. It's Thursday tomorrow and I still have no idea whether I got it or not and it's driving me crazy.

 

I do this a lot more now. I used to think walking away was weakness/letting them win but, honestly, the one who loses is the one who gets riled up by shit on the internet. Not saying I never get riled up, but I'm learning!

Same with WF. Someone starts being a cockwomble, the best thing I can do is unwatch the thread and leave them to it.

 

Trying to edit my site, and it seems I'm not capable of finding whatever setting it is to change the text color. It really should not be this hard.

 

I don't really like 'cockwomble.' A younger generation gets all passionate about Harry Potter, but in '77 if you were 7 you watched this and dreamed of being a cub scout one day. It is 'innocence,' I suppose. :/

 

It's an ugly word. So much ugliness from over the pond.

 

I usually go for cockbadger.