dextra: (Shake the shit out of you)
You may think that these examples are exaggerated for the sake of humor. I assure you, THEY ARE NOT. No joke, I have heard every one of these things in the last week alone. Probably half of them just yesterday. Human beings are assholes.



I'm doing fine, by the way, I've just been bad about posting. I'll rectify this later, I assure you. :)
dextra: (Shake the shit out of you)
Taylor Lautner Fan Letter To Universal: Your Wolfman Ripped Off Twilight

Oh. Oh god. I don't even have the words to express the horror that this sort of thing inflicted upon me.

I love, LOVE, the old Universal monster movies. I used to have all of them on VHS back in the day, including the Abbott & Costello ones, just because. My all-time favorite is Frankenstein Meets The Wolf Man, for the crackiness of it. Shitty Bela Lugosi as Frankenstein's monster, Lon Chaney Jr overacting, and even a musical number! You can't get that level of fuckery today in cinema unintentionally!

But this...I hope to every god in existence that the person that wrote this letter is still in high school. Otherwise, I hope they obtain a painful case of mutated hemorrhoids. With barbed spikes coming out of them.

Justin...say it with me.... WEREWOLVES ARE RUINED FOREVER!!!!111!!!111!!!!

Fuck this noise. Katy and I broke out the beer and Boondock Saints. Our brains need therapy.
dextra: (Heroes - I see what you did there)
FUCKING SAINTS. HOW DARE YOU PRE-EMPT HEROES?!

AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

I checked the DVR and it's not recording until Saturday. *HEADDESK HEADDESK HEADDESK*

Ugh.

May. 31st, 2007 12:53 am
dextra: (LJ Strikethrough 2007)
I've sat here for the last hour or so perusing through the journals, communities, news sites and other blogs posting about the permanent suspension of what looks like hundreds of individuals and communities. I was pretty neutral on the issue at first, though now it seems my rant from this morning was a bit premature.

We haven't been graced with an "official" statement from LJ about all of this. You can find links about the whole mess just about everywhere, but [livejournal.com profile] innocence_jihad seems to be the best source I've found. And it's also where I found this:

http://news.com.com/Mass+deletion+sparks+LiveJournal+revolt/2100-1025_3-6187619.html?tag=nefd.lede

Barak Berkowitz, chairman and chief executive of Six Apart did a phone interview with CNet where he said this:

"Our decision here was not based on pure legal issues," countered Six Apart's Berkowitz. "It was based on what community we want to build and what we think is appropriate within that community and what's not. We have an awful broad range of discussions and topics and other things going on in LiveJournal, and we encourage other broad-ranging conversations on all sorts of topics. This was a specific case where we felt there was not a reason (for these journals to stay online)."
(Bold emphasis was mine)

Hold up here. I've had this journal going on for four years now, long before Six Apart was part of the equation. I have two paid accounts, one with the extra icon addition. I have bought paid time for friends, and I've purchased several V-Gifts. I've probably spent somewhere between $200-300 on LJ goods and services since I started my account. I am a paying customer, and I'm paying for the ability to post my views on this site.

I never knew that I was paying to help Six Apart decide what was appropriate for me to post. Furthermore, what is this "community we want to build" horseshit? There was a community here long before Six Apart purchased LiveJournal. And thanks to this hamfisted approach to what could have been a quiet removal of a few really sick fucks has resulted in dozens of innocent individuals and communities being suspended.

I want an official explanation for this. I want LJ/SA to acknowledge their fuckups and to restore the journals and communities that were unjustly suspended, especially the abuse support groups. That was just senseless.

It really irritates me that I just renewed my account for another year last week. Had this happened before I had done that, I might not have. I'm going to wait and watch and see what happens. At first I was indifferent to the whole thing, because hey, I'm not a pedophile, and my posts and interests aren't likely get me swept up in the whole mess. Not yet anyway. When will the apparently panic-induced suspension spree be expanded to include other things that aren't a part of the community LJ/SA wants to build? That's what worries me.

Anyway. I'm letting it lie for now. See where it goes. For now, I need sleep.
dextra: (Natalie sez you a beeyotch)
I know this is being repeated on everyone's friends list, but it bears repeating:
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/nationworld/2003681580_essay26.html

This is wrong on a level that makes me cross-eyed. Let's go round up every sci-fi and horror author, director, or actor out there, because their work may be disturbing to the general public.

Let's give Alan Lee some support. Write or email the school and let them know what a travesty to creativity they are committing.

Cary-Grove High School
2208 Three Oaks Road
Cary, IL 60013

Susan Popp - Principal (spopp@d155.org)
Bill Kopanda - Vice Principal (bkopanda@d155.org)

So tired...

Oct. 5th, 2004 02:57 am
dextra: (gene pool)
I hurt my back pretty bad at work tonight. Pretty bad night all around. Shorthanded, everyone was bitchy. Tabatha pissed me off and I sent her home. She's probably still pissed at me, but she didn't even want to be there anyway, so really I did her a favor. Then I had to go get some sauce and the damn sauce vat was stuck to the floor somehow, so when I went to drag it out of the cooler, something in my back went crunch. And then I couldn't straighten back up for about a half-hour. Then it took me and Ashley until 1am just to get everything cleaned up so we could leave. Of course, it would have been a lot easier if we had dishwashing soap. We ended up having to use some degreaser in the dishwater, and I ran out of gloves, so I couldn't help with that, since my hands are a wreck again. Right now I'm just trying to tell myself to be patient. It's only a few more weeks, and then I can tell em to piss off. Oh, how I can't wait for that day to come.
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One of the benefits of getting older is that I'm not as quick to get angry as I used to be. But perhaps I should be quick to anger more often. All this bullshit from work has just really started to sink in. As of today, I have officially ceased to give a shit about my job. And from what Tabby tells me, this Kurt guy is a major asshole who thinks he's the only one that knows how to do anything right around there. Fuck. That. First time he tells me how to do my job, I'm gonna tell him to go fuck himself gently with a chainsaw. When he starts, I'll only have a couple weeks left. And after talking with Lisa today, I have no remorse over leaving now. She's a tricky one. She'll make you think she's your best friend in the world, reach in and get you right by the heart. And then she starts squeezing.

It's one thing to replace me with a jerk when I said I was leaving. That's reasonable (I suppose). But fucking my brother over like that, when he's worked so hard for that, that's just fucking cruel. And yet today, he came in and started working just as diligently as ever. Now me, I'd have just said fuck it and immediately gone into slack mode. But his reasoning is that he is still in management (an assistant), so he has to keep up his reputation. I never did tell him about what Lisa said to me about that. And I don't plan to, because then he would be pissed at me. So once Kurt starts working, I'll just be another lowly scrub again. Albeit a scrub that knows more about that job than Kurt ever will, but a scrub nonetheless.

Tabby said she's going to look for another job. So did Karla, and a couple of the others said they quit if Kurt went on a power trip. I know James and Trusty will both tell him to fuck off as well. I think it would be hilarious if we all just walked out on him on a Friday night. I remember a few years ago when everyone at Pizza Hut did that, and then called the employee abuse hotline to report the district manager. It was funny. I'm thinking I'm going to start nosing around for numbers and/or email addresses for Lisa's corporate contacts. They could come in handy, I think.
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I don't care. I've offered myself up as a candidate before. I laughed at, and will continue to laugh at posts which amuse me. You want to get all pissy about it and pitch a fit, fine. Unless I have a deep personal attachment to you, it's not going to affect me in the least.

It's in a JOURNAL, people. Not anywhere on MW. If you look hard enough anywhere on the net, something you find is going to piss you off. OMG, someone might be talking about you! I know that there are quite a few people on MW that don't venture over into other forums because they're comfortable there. And that's fine. I hope they realize how good it is there, because the majority of other forums out there are filled with so much flaming, bullshit, and misinformation that it's not even funny. MW is a wonderful place. That is why some of us choose to post our frustrations and bile off the board, in our journals, so that the board remains that nice, happy place.

Anyone that has been reading my journal on a regular basis knows that I will rip into anyone if they piss me off. And if you have read my posts about my family, then you know how vicious I can get. And I love my family dearly, but they piss me off sometimes. So...I vent here. In my journal, where I can express myself freely. And if anyone else thinks they're immune to this...you're sadly mistaken.

Now, with that bit of bitterness out of my system...I'm not a bitter person. I'm pretty laid back for the most part. I'd much rather be silly than mean. You know, I've taken a lot of shit from a lot of people throughout life, and I've developed a pretty thick skin because of it. I believe it's made me stronger, into the person I am today. And I like the way I am, and apparently so do my friends, my family, and my boyfriend. So therefore, I care not for what virtual strangers think. So if you don't like what I have to say, don't read it. And if you read it anyway, and still get pissed, bite me. My journal, my life, I'll say whatever the fuck I want.

Now I'm gonna go have a sammich and get back to my life.
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Do you people even read before you post?

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...or someone. Anything will do at this point, really. I was all set to go out job hunting, and then my granny calls me to tell me that I can't use her car, she has to take it into the shop because my retarded brother did something to it. She doesn't know what, but she said it's making a bad noise. Fantastic. Thank you so much, bro. Remind me to strangle you next time I see you.

Cut for length and major ranting )
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Found this earlier. And you just KNOW I have to say something about it.

Cut due to length )
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An update on the video store bullshit:

Well, I called the district manager yesterday and told her what had happened, and at first she said she didn't think Cynthia would have let me go without good reason. I told her that I wanted to see proof of the discrepancies ON PAPER and where it was noted that I was the one responsible. I also asked her to look into how many other people had been let go due to the same thing since Cynthia had been manager. I told her that I wasn't looking to get my job back, especially since it meant I would be working under the same management. I just wanted to clear my name. She said she'd look it up and call me back.

Couple of hours later she called back. She said that on the only three times that I was reported to work a register, there was 2 discrepancies. One was for $1.78 on the first, and that's when I was sharing the drawer with Cynthia. The second was for 52 cents, when I shared the drawer with Christina (one of the assistant managers). On the third instance, when I worked the drawer alone, I came out even. I asked her if these were the reports that were written in the store, and she said "No, these are what were recorded by the store computers. If there were any money shortages, they were supposed to be recorded in the computer when they occur." She also said that she has the written reports, and they don't show anything either. Now, the first two times, when I shared the drawer, I didn't count those at the end of my shift. The managers said they would do it. Tammy (district manager) said this was normal. The third time, however, she said I was supposed to have counted my own drawer, but instead, Christina told me that she would do it, and the reports reflected that.

Basically, they lied. And their boss isn't too happy about it. She asked me if there was anything else I've heard about that I thought she should know. Heh. Oh yeah. Cynthia has been abusing about every privelege that she has, and I made sure to spill everything. I may not have my job, but pretty soon, I might not be the only one.
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Well, on top of an already JOYFUL fucking day, I just got fired from the shitty job at the video store. The bitch manager (who I never liked to begin with) says that the 3 times they had me on a drawer that I came up exactly $10 short at the end of my shift. Bullshit. I don't buy it. The first time I worked on a drawer, she told me that I was a couple of dollars short the next day, but it was no big deal, not to worry. Then today she asks me to come back to the office, and says that Kenny told her I was wanting more hours. This much was true. I'd only been working Mondays for a month. Then she goes into telling me about 2 other times that I'd come up short exactly $10. It had been a month, why didn't she tell me when it happened? And I tried to defend myself, but she kept talking over top of me, explaining the same thing over and over like a broken record. She said that she had wanted to give me more time, but with the money coming up short, she was afraid to, blah, blah, and then she finally comes out and says that she's going to have to let me go. That just came out of nowhere.

I hate being called a thief. I don't steal. I'm too strong of a believer in karma to do that. Why the fuck would I steal $10 from a video store? I just don't understand it. And what pisses me off more than anything is that I have more education than anyone in that store, but they treated me like I didn't know my ass from a hole in the ground. Christina had me use the calculator to add 81 and 74. I know why I was let go, and mom agreed. Matter of fact, she said it before I even had to tell her. Cynthia (the manager) and Christina (the assistant) want their buddies working there. Hard to hire said buddies when there are other people working those jobs. How better to make these jobs available than to discover that *gasp* these employees are STEALING! I've heard them talk. I'm not stupid. There is another girl there that they talk about like a dog. I've worked with her. She's a good kid. She did her work about the same as anyone else. But I have a feeling she'll be a victim to this shit too. Lucky for her that she already has another job.

Fuck em. I was going to quit when I got my car fixed anyway. But I was at least hoping to have another job lined up before I did. It's just a blow to my dignity to be treated like a common criminal. Cynthia kept saying "I'm not saying you stole it" over and over. I finally just held up my hand and said "Don't patronize me, Cynthia." Then I walked out of the office. Walked up front, called Mom to pick me up and told Kenny goodbye. He was surprised. He said he really liked working with me, and he would miss me. I didn't want to cry, but I did for a minute once I was outside. Gods I was livid. I've only been home for about 20 minutes, so right now I really just want to take a shower, smoke a joint, and go punch something. So I'm gonna go do that.
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What the hell is wrong with some people? I mean, I talk to a good deal of people online, and I get into some really silly conversations, but some people are more than a little fucked up. Such as this one. One second we're having a nice little chat about comics, then out of the blue:

Darkness9835: Have you ever rubbing your vagina against another to get off?

dextrahoffman: What?!

Darkness9835: Ya know, rub your thing against another girls thing and grind into each other to get em off.

dextrahoffman: Yeah, I know what you're talking about.....but I really don't think it's appropriate to ask that kind of thing, especially out of the blue like that!

Darkness9835: *shrug* Its me. Ill give you warning next time.

Darkness9835: I was actually gonna follow up with "if thats not personal a question but something outside my room just fell over randomly so I had to go check it out

Darkness9835: Im actually still trying to figure out what the hell it was. I heard a loud crash

dextrahoffman: Riiiight....well, you know what, if I feel it necessary to discuss grinding genitalia, I'll try to find you, but as of right now, that's not happening. Buh bye.
*** You have been disconnected. Wed Jan 14 01:49:41 2004.

GAH! And people wonder why I'm so paranoid!
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I've had my breakdown, I've cried my eyes out....and now I think I'm going to be ok. I don't know why, but I'm done mourning over this. I still love him, and I still miss him, but I don't think I'm going to die over this. I think in some ways, I'm better off than I was a couple months ago, at least mentally. I should thank him for ending it all. Maybe he should have done it sooner, if that's what he really wanted, but I doubt it would have been quite as effective.

I don't know who all reads this journal, seeing as how I have it linked from various places. Nor do I really care. This is my life. No embellishments. If you want fantastical stories, I'm sure I've got some around here somewhere, but this spot is for me. Only reason I'm saying this is because I've gotten a couple of emails, IMs, and other comments from people about my journal. I'm sorry, I thought this was a journal. I didn't know I was supposed to be entertaining you. I know of people with wonderfully funny and delightful journals, and if you'd like to be directed to them, all you gotta do is ask. So if you don't have anything nice to say, shut the fuck up and move along.

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