Things That Annoy Me, But Shouldn't

Appreciating the ‘homor,’ an all..

...my daughter plays rugby...so...so, so my analysis was sincere.

crying a lot.

 

Thanks be to Gohd I had a boy.

 

So...got a call an hour ago. Someone I know, knows someone who works in a place where two people may have Covid-19. Someone I work with knows this. I now am on notice to be quarantined, should those two people be confirmed.

I work with plants. That's my job. I'm more likely to cause havoc with an outbreak of TOBACCO MOSAIC VIRUS THAN COVID! I have contact with three people in my daily activities and that's on a busy day. I'm pretty fucking far from Typhoid Mary. What's quarantining me going to do? The vaccine is about 17 months away? Making me stay home and not paying me isn't going to slow it down much, dude!

I mean, that's ridiculous!?! A greenhouse! I work in a contained atmosphere for plant-life!! I don't go out! I'm not at risk for nosocomial infections. I don't have foamites at my house and even if I did I don't entertain visitors! I do my job, I go home and either watch youtube, write, read or play video games. I don't live with anyone!! I don't even live around anyone! I don't go clubbing. I don't go to the gym anymore. I just...wtf...I know someone who lives with someone who works at a Hospital...

I just want to do my damn job, get paid and come home and shut the world out. I'm better at than 90% of people. Is this someone's idea of efficiency...of caution?

-SIN

 

Maybe this should annoy me, but:



Nope, we aren't out of gas, we're out of toilet paper. Well, I still have some, but people all around the world have been panic-buying toilet paper since the advent of the coronavirus as if it's dysentery and not a respiratory illness (yes, with an occasional side effect of diarrhea, but bear with me).

But wait, that's not the part that's bugging me today. I've got a washlet (bidet toilet seat), so it's not a crisis for me. What's bugging me today is the Japanese language and its use of excessive politeness. The gentleman above posted a message that was clear, concise, and yet still apologetic. I went to the drugstore today and there was a sign (in Japanese) that said something about "toilet roll". Held up my phone with google translate in camera mode and got gobbledygook. Sent the photo to Mrs. A and she told me that it said something to the effect of:

They always do that. Whenever there's a problem they lapse into the most obsequious, obscure verbiage possible to avoid having to confront the issue head-on. The receptionist at the doctor's office who could literally not think of how to say nansai desuka? ("How old are you?") but instead got herself tangled in "What age might the honored customer have attained?" or some such shit, it just goes on and on, a language designed to impede communication whenever possible.

Okay, I'm done.

 

"Say cheese!"

 

Holy shit...

I have the original camera from that on my bookshelf.

-SIN

 

My mom has a pair of the original big Polaroid cameras
from when they first came out, and they have blue flash
bulbs.

 

Actually just checked and it's an old OneStep BC series. So not the same one. But I do have the GE flashbars for it.
This one too:


This one I know belonged to a female Kentucky Colonel.

Don't really know how they got on my shelf...but I don't know how the Gas Mask, unused 1970's smoking plane ticket to Nashville for someone named Leiserson, Zisha clay tea pot and giant bag of LED lights are doing there either. They're displayed on my shelf for Mystery Novels. They're just random items that landed in my hands, that I have no explanation for...

I suppose that annoys me a bit too...but in a good way.

-SIN

 

There's a prompt right there.

 

I...
This is going to sound terribly stupid... But I never considered that. I did with the LED lights, because of how they showed up at my house. But yeah, not a bad idea, really.

-SIN

 

Well, "What's that doing there?" is now the August Short Story prompt. Thanks for prompting the prompt!

 

I'm going to look for it, then. I want to make an entry to atone for missing out on an obvious source of inspiration on my own bookshelves.

Can't believe that. I have my bookshelves decorated by genre. Gemstones, incense burners, singing bowls on the Fantasy shelf. Circuitry, lab equipment and a sonic screwdriver for my Sci-Fi section. Disturbing edgy shit for Horror. And so on... Just never gave the weird mystery items a spare thought, in the context of writing inspiration. Seems really obvious now.

-SIN

 

Bring It On Home, The Lemon Song, Whole Lotta Love, and many many others were common blues songs from the same basic song. They cannot be attributed to any particular artist because the artists who eventually put a track down on a recording were doing songs they knew from childhood. Zepplin just reinvented the emphasis on steel guitar, They are (among) the origin of 'heavy metal'. The song Black Dog is the better part of 150 years old. The above sources are not credible at best, and sensationalist at worst. Copyright was created to prevent works from being held in perpetuity by profiteers. It was immediately twisted into the abomination it is today. Copyright made paupers out of blues artists and does not love any artists or art. Follow the money.
Copyright is not our friend, it is our master. It's been well more than a thousand years and artists still starve. They should be treated like royalty.
In the immortal words of The Mask, "Boys! It's time for an overhaul!"
(rant over. Carry on)

 

Oh, crap this was supposed to go in the Zepplin thread!!

 

I still have the folding sonar one, and two packs of film. Dead I'm sure.

 

Wandering through the supermarket, I also notice this toilet paper thing, then I try to make sense why there is no lack of dog food, condoms or baby food.
To wipe your arse - Important.
To feed your baby, your dog or prevent the transmission of STDs - Not important.
Following my chain of thoughts, the difference between the condoms supply and the hand sanitizer supply tells you all you need to know about the population's sexual life.
Come on, it's the end of the world...

 

Ads for cold medicine. The ones where Person A wants to have fun, but is prevented by Person B (mostly father/husband) having a nasty cold. Solution: Person B takes [advertised product]!

Goddamn it! If you have cold symptoms, stay the fuck in bed. Do not dope yourself up so you can drive your daughter to a concert! You just make it worse for yourself, and may be ending up infecting thousands of people!

It annoyed me even before doomsday Corona was upon us, because I met enough people who didn't take colds/flu/flu-like symptoms seriously and ended up with infection of the heart or pneumonia or some such.

 

Plus, at least two of those songs are about Robert Plant's penis!

 

Grammarly can kiss my ass. Never forget I typed that.

-SIN

 

As a student, I like that it's free.

 

I just don't like being nagged. Once youtube's algorithm figured out that I write...it hasn't let up. I'm so damn tired of seeing the commercial. I even downloaded it's free browser app, deleted it and then wiped the free space in my hardrive with CCleaner in some subconscious bid at a black magic ritual to exorcise the ads. It wouldn't be so bad but youtube refuses to advertise anything else to me.

It's like it's telling me to either become a published author or find a hobby they can market.


EDIT:

Holy shit...that was a quote from the ad!! *grabs pitchfork*


-SIN

 

Adblocker is so nice.

 

I know. I just feel guilty. Youtube screws over so many content creators and a lot of mine are the little guys. Granted most of them have patreon atm.

-SIN