Rants: Everything else
Feb. 1st, 2005 07:58 pmWow, I'm now banned from
feminists4life. It's been awhile since I pissed someone off that much, or had as cool a reason to update my profile. Well, it was fun while it lasted. If you're curious, I was unimpressed with people who were suggesting that doctors who perform abortions should face capital punishment. (E-mail me if you want to hear the hilarious back-story to this.)
Even better is the fact that this isn't the funniest LJ-related incident to happen today. Via
jk_fabiani, I was directed to
cyclometh's about the most evil thing the terrorists have done, like, ever. Do yourself a favour and click that link; it'll brighten your day.
The remaining rants are a grab bag.
For
1in8, crazy people on the subway.
I don't really take the subway that often (I take the streetcar to work, the bus up to my granny's, and I walk everywhere else. So I'm going to expand this rant to crazy people on public transit, of which there are many. I'm happy for that.
We all know that taking public transit is boring unless you have some good entertainment. Now, I'm not one of those unfortunate souls who can't read on the bus. But I tend to read a lot of rather nice books with big pictures on them, and I don't like to get those messy, and besides, my rides tend to be short and swift. And there's nothing worse than reading something and getting into it and then having to put it down because it's your stop. I've recently taken up knitting, and that helps to pass the time, but it doesn't compare to the utter joy of watching someone lose their shit in public.
Why, just the other day, a kindly woman stopped me, figuring that I looked like a person whose soul was in need of saving. (
feminists4life would agree with that assessment.) She didn't have a breakdown or start screaming or anything like that, but she did hand me a leaflet with some interesting reading material. Here's part of it:

It was clear that she had, indeed, been Smoking the Bad Crack, but it was so considerate of her to provide even a momentary distraction. That's what I'm talking about. The TTC is so great.
thenetwork wants to know about lousy inedible bread in the supermarkets.
Seriously, nothing. I don't even go to supermarkets. I get all of my food at little grocery stores or in Kensington Market. The last time I went into a supermarket was to get Chanukkah candles, and they were fresh out.
Also, I don't eat bread in the traditional sense of the word. I'm very pro-starch -- rice, noodles, various flat things like pitas or chapatas -- but for some reason I never buy bread. It's not even that I don't like it, just that I used to work in a bakery and I got rather picky about it.
By the way, never get your bread sliced at a bakery. We used to have a severe mouse problem, and the boss wouldn't do anything about it. One day, someone accidentally left the bread-slicer on. It was electric, and it got rather hot. An unfortunate mouse ended up fused to the blades and the next morning, one of the guys was charged with the unpleasant duty of scraping burnt mouse bits off the slicer. I compensated for my disgust with the yuppie clientele by offering cheerfully to slice their bread for the rest of the day, while thinking "mouse bits...mouse bits..." as I sliced away.
Then I got fired. The end.
Finally,
princessrugger asked me about paws, and even used a nice picture of one of the mittens with her pawsies all stuck up.
I fucking live for paws, specifically paws of this variety:

Look at it. How awesome is that? He might be destructive within the confines of our happy little home, but check it out. No opposable thumb. You might think that's a disadvantage, but to paraphrase the great Douglas Adams: We think we're the smartest because we've invented cities and the atom bomb. They think they're the smartest for precisely the same reason.
Also, don't you just want to kiss those toesies? I know I do.
::interrupts rant to go kiss the toesies::
That wasn't much of a rant at all, I guess.
Even better is the fact that this isn't the funniest LJ-related incident to happen today. Via
The remaining rants are a grab bag.
For
I don't really take the subway that often (I take the streetcar to work, the bus up to my granny's, and I walk everywhere else. So I'm going to expand this rant to crazy people on public transit, of which there are many. I'm happy for that.
We all know that taking public transit is boring unless you have some good entertainment. Now, I'm not one of those unfortunate souls who can't read on the bus. But I tend to read a lot of rather nice books with big pictures on them, and I don't like to get those messy, and besides, my rides tend to be short and swift. And there's nothing worse than reading something and getting into it and then having to put it down because it's your stop. I've recently taken up knitting, and that helps to pass the time, but it doesn't compare to the utter joy of watching someone lose their shit in public.
Why, just the other day, a kindly woman stopped me, figuring that I looked like a person whose soul was in need of saving. (

It was clear that she had, indeed, been Smoking the Bad Crack, but it was so considerate of her to provide even a momentary distraction. That's what I'm talking about. The TTC is so great.
Seriously, nothing. I don't even go to supermarkets. I get all of my food at little grocery stores or in Kensington Market. The last time I went into a supermarket was to get Chanukkah candles, and they were fresh out.
Also, I don't eat bread in the traditional sense of the word. I'm very pro-starch -- rice, noodles, various flat things like pitas or chapatas -- but for some reason I never buy bread. It's not even that I don't like it, just that I used to work in a bakery and I got rather picky about it.
By the way, never get your bread sliced at a bakery. We used to have a severe mouse problem, and the boss wouldn't do anything about it. One day, someone accidentally left the bread-slicer on. It was electric, and it got rather hot. An unfortunate mouse ended up fused to the blades and the next morning, one of the guys was charged with the unpleasant duty of scraping burnt mouse bits off the slicer. I compensated for my disgust with the yuppie clientele by offering cheerfully to slice their bread for the rest of the day, while thinking "mouse bits...mouse bits..." as I sliced away.
Then I got fired. The end.
Finally,
I fucking live for paws, specifically paws of this variety:

Look at it. How awesome is that? He might be destructive within the confines of our happy little home, but check it out. No opposable thumb. You might think that's a disadvantage, but to paraphrase the great Douglas Adams: We think we're the smartest because we've invented cities and the atom bomb. They think they're the smartest for precisely the same reason.
Also, don't you just want to kiss those toesies? I know I do.
::interrupts rant to go kiss the toesies::
That wasn't much of a rant at all, I guess.