the egg is now in a nest made of shitty swords and soft puppet ass

So I'm on a deleting/upgrading spree due to hax, and I was deleting some shit I didn't use, and I kind of missed and accidentally killed the 100 Candles site.

Yeah.

I'll try to put it back. If I can't, I'll do it over and fuck using WordPress, I'll just do it the old-fashioned way.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

Hey, we might have cut the shit out of education funding to the extent that your school district couldn’t afford to keep them but it’s totally not our fault if your kid’s teachers get laid off!

No, seriously, can this please be what finally pisses enough people off to vote this smug catfucker out of office next time?

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

Just got off the phone with UPS.

The first guy I talked to kept repeating “sry adverse weather, see it says so right here on the site, I don’t have any control over what goes out for delivery when” until I asked him to transfer me to the person who DID have control over what goes out for delivery when, at which point the conversation went into an infuriating mobius double reacharound of:

Him: I don’t have access to that system.

Me: Okay, so can you please transfer me to someone who DOES have access to that system?

Him: I don’t have access to that system.

Me: I know that I’m asking you to transfer me to someone who DOES.

Him: But ma’am, I don’t have access to that system, I keep trying to tell you.

Me: I KNOW THAT, I am asking you to transfer me to someone who DOES have access to–

Him: Ma’am, I don’t know what you want me to do, I don’t have access to that system.

Me: *mute* FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUU *unmute* okay do you have a supervisor, can you transfer me to your supervisor, how about that *thinks “oh my god if he tells me he doesn’t have access to that system I am going to cry”*

Him: I can do that.

Hallelujah Chorus: *plays*

So the supervisor at least put forth some effort into trying to find out why the hell the local facility has been sitting on my shit for two days now, but all she could get was “it’ll be delivered in the next few days.” And she couldn’t give me the phone number to the local facility. Or even tell me which one it is. However, I did finally get a response to one of the e-mails, and that associate let slip that my crap went to the Sweetwater service center.

So I can either suck it up and wait for my shit in peace, attempt to find a direct phone number to that center, or call AT&T and go…

On the plus side, my Wii adapter is scheduled to be delivered today (shipped from Maryland a day after my U-verse shit, mind you–yes, UPS can drive a package halfway across the country in less time than it takes to fly one from Dallas to Houston, note to self, never have anything shipped 2-Day Air again ever) so hopefully that will resurrect my Wii so I can at least play Guitar Hero or some shit while I’m waiting for UPS to give me my really important stuff. ;_;

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

Package from Amazon containing a Wacom Pen and a new AC adapter that will hopefully resurrect my Wii (ordered 2/2): in transit, due 2/10 or so. Went with the free super saver shipping, so nobody but myself to blame.

Package from Blowfish, contents not listed because TMI (ordered 2/3): backordered till March

Package from AT&T containing my self-install kit for the REAL MOTHERFUCKING INTERNETS FINALLY which technically got turned on today but which I can’t do shit with until I get the fucking hardware that was supposed to be delivered today (ordered 2/2): stuck at the DFW airport since Friday, UPS says “Emergency conditions beyond UPS’ control”

Package from E-Street Plastics containing plexiglass that will be used to make shit that’s not even for me (ordered 2/5): arrived this morning.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

I made another mix.

WARNING: earworms.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

(near verbatim repeat of comment on the rage_free post about this bullshit)

Us Ghostbusters spent today hanging out with sick kids at Texas Children’s Hospital. A little boy came up to get his picture taken with us and his mom gently prompted him to tell us his good news, which was that his bone marrow had started working again and I know at least two of us (myself included) almost lost it right there. That was the first child we talked to.

And now I come home and see this. How the fucking fuckety fuck can a grown-ass person do this to a dying child? I don’t get it. The boat left and I was not on the boat. I don’t have the capacity to understand this. I can’t even. I just don’t.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

Taking birth control pills for non-birth control reasons does not make you more deserving of the right to walk into a pharmacy with your prescription and get it filled without hassle than a woman who is taking birth control pills to keep from catching babies.

And if I see one more person enter a discussion about asshole pharmacists refusing to fill such prescriptions with a comment like “But I don’t even use it for birth control!” as if this does make her more deserving of her Pills-sans-hassle, I will… I don’t know, tell her to not do that or something. I don’t give a fuck if you are celibate and only take the Pill because it makes rainbows and gold nuggets shoot out of your vag, you need to stop doing this shit.

Thank you.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.