Ranting...
Nov. 28th, 2002 11:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabid1stI am a ranter. I don't know why but I wish there was a twelve step program for Ranters. You know, there are so many bad habits that don't have the 12-step program...finger-nail chewing, gum snapping, talking too loud into a cell-phone, providing words of wisdom in cliches, treating all intersections as 4-way stops, driving at the same speed at all times regardless of road signs or weather conditions, going to see a movie for the second or third time and telling the person you brought along about the NEXT scene just before it happens...(actually forget the 12 steps with those last people...let's just all agree that it's okay to shoot them in the theater).
So...anyway...I rant!
And the first step toward healing is admitting the problem...Yes, Ranting is beginning to dominate my life.
For example, take a couple of days ago...I slept in and so missed some prime ranting time...
But then I tried to join a webring.
My webpage client wasn't supportive. So, I ranted about computers in general, software developers, Geocities and PageBuilder software developers in particular, HTML code being a burden to dyslexic people and pages that looked okay in code but wouldn't work right when you tested them. Just about then my Virus Program informs me I have a virus and it can't clean or delete it.
Jan came home and I ranted a bit about viruses and the state of the world today, Iraq, Iran, Bush and Saddam and Society. We went to the mall that afternoon...and on the way there and back I ranted about bad drivers (by which I mean, drivers who don't agree to follow MY road rules), Holiday crowds, the plight of the American consumer, the way commercial glitz has supplanted the holiday spirit, and (inspired by a Spike comment) I went on for a time about men who might seek out other women "just to talk" if their honey wasn't talking to them.
Jan avoided the issue by yelling "Geez, look out for that SUV."
I ranted for a time about road-hogging, fossil-fuel-guzzling, status symbol SUV's (and those mammoth pickup trucks you can't see around, too).
We got home and ate supper in relative peace. I decided to do the supper dishes as Jan looked a little frazzled and wanted a bit of a lie down...but then...I noticed Jan had once again used the dish-sponge to wipe up something icky and had failed to rinse said sponge out afterward. I quietly pitched the foul, reeking thing in the garbage.
Jan got up for a drink of water, spotted the sponge and tried to rescue it saying, "Why did you throw this perfectly good sponge in the trash? Just rinse it out now."
I tried to let go...and let God...I really did...
So...anyway...I rant!
And the first step toward healing is admitting the problem...Yes, Ranting is beginning to dominate my life.
For example, take a couple of days ago...I slept in and so missed some prime ranting time...
But then I tried to join a webring.
My webpage client wasn't supportive. So, I ranted about computers in general, software developers, Geocities and PageBuilder software developers in particular, HTML code being a burden to dyslexic people and pages that looked okay in code but wouldn't work right when you tested them. Just about then my Virus Program informs me I have a virus and it can't clean or delete it.
Jan came home and I ranted a bit about viruses and the state of the world today, Iraq, Iran, Bush and Saddam and Society. We went to the mall that afternoon...and on the way there and back I ranted about bad drivers (by which I mean, drivers who don't agree to follow MY road rules), Holiday crowds, the plight of the American consumer, the way commercial glitz has supplanted the holiday spirit, and (inspired by a Spike comment) I went on for a time about men who might seek out other women "just to talk" if their honey wasn't talking to them.
Jan avoided the issue by yelling "Geez, look out for that SUV."
I ranted for a time about road-hogging, fossil-fuel-guzzling, status symbol SUV's (and those mammoth pickup trucks you can't see around, too).
We got home and ate supper in relative peace. I decided to do the supper dishes as Jan looked a little frazzled and wanted a bit of a lie down...but then...I noticed Jan had once again used the dish-sponge to wipe up something icky and had failed to rinse said sponge out afterward. I quietly pitched the foul, reeking thing in the garbage.
Jan got up for a drink of water, spotted the sponge and tried to rescue it saying, "Why did you throw this perfectly good sponge in the trash? Just rinse it out now."
I tried to let go...and let God...I really did...
