Shifty's blog: "Shit Happens"

O M F G I am never going to my grandma's for Christmas again! She asked me to be there at noon, so I was there. She had some cooking left to do, so I asked her if there was anything I could do. She got mad about that. Then, I tried to talk to her. Every time she would ask me a question, I'd be half way through my answer when she'd start a noisy appliance. After that, she'd ask me to repeat myself, and start another noisy appliance. Finally, we ate, and went into the livingroom. She asked me something about work, and left the room to do dishes before I could answer. While waiting (2 hours) for her to return to the room, because she didn't want me in the kitchen, I fell asleep. Then she acted like I was being rude to have slept while she wasn't even there! I love my grandma, and she's all the family I've got, but hell, no more. @};~ NiZ

Hahaha! This is great! Okay, so my car's been messing up for several weeks, and karma just bit it in the ass! Yesterday, I upgraded my stereo with some more sponsored parts from my boy Danny and JVC Audio. Of course, there's no way I'd ever pay for JVC :P So seriously, I upgraded, and it was blastin' harder than ever. We're talkin' the first kick knocked my rearview mirror off! Anyway, I pulled up to a stop sign down below my apartment community, and the car died... Battery couldn't handle it, and my 140-Amp alternator wasn't helping much. That's what I get for blaring 2000 Watts of Ludacris, right? Okay, so then the fun starts... Got out my jumper box, restarted the car, revved it a bit (the engine's not shaking anymore, so it'll hit 6k again :D ). Drove down the road about 30 seconds, kicked the stereo again, and smelled smoke! My first thought was 'O shit, not my amps!', but then I realized the smoke would have a hard time getting out of the trunk into the passenger compartment... it's all sealed and grommetted! Upon looking down, there were small flames at my feet... WOOHOO! Guess I shoulda doubled up on the power wire, huh? Yep, it began to overheat the wire, caught my upholstery on fire, and taught myself AND my car a lesson. Since then, the Cougar hasn't acted up any :P No real damage done, though. Stamped it out, rewired it, and went back to my old 600-Watt amp for the moment. Hell of an adrenaline rush, though! @};~ NiZ

Tha sweet. I have been looking for an interesting online game that is browser-based, and hobowars is pretty freakin' cool. Don't get me wrong, there's the whole matter of running out of energy and having to wait a long time to do anything else (like 5 hours), and the whole thing of learning the system, but if you just want a 2-3 plays per day game, hellz yeah. Try it out (always free to play) at HoboWars.com @};~ NiZ

God that title was retarded. Couldn't think of anything better. Anyway, update on the car (got it fixed, kinda). Now it's always going red, then back to cold again, dammit! Not just that, the bastard stole my under-hood light! And now I have to wait until morning to get it back... FknFknFuck! O well, life can suck my ballz! @};~ NiZ

Gooood Fuuuuuckin Daaaaammit!!!!! Engine + Ignition = KaBoom! Yep, another one bites the dust. At least for now. Antifreeze everywhere... Probably a hose. Maybe the water pump. Maybe the whole engine (probably not). If it's bad, you'll all get to see a vid of me smashing it into something, flipping it over, then bashing it with a baseball bat until the engine stops running :) More later... @};~ NiZ

So fucking sick of this shit! I'm at the random store of choice today, right? Some chick is coming up behind me as I enter the door, so I'm a gentleman, smile, hold the door for her, and pretend the little twinge of nausia at my own generosity is just my throat being cleared, when the all-too-common phrase is uttered: "I can open my own doors, thank you!" What the fuck?! I know, I know, chivalry is dead and all that bullshit, but that's just plain fucking rude. Ruder still is the fact that it's becoming commonplace around here. Women are rejecting any acts of kindness from men; Even the acts of kindness that we are often compelled to show men! I mean, come on, when someone's going through a door behind me, I hold it for them. Even if it was Osama himself, I'd be a decent Cell and hold the door. But NOOOOOO, since she's female, I must be presuming that she can't do anything for herself (insert random glass ceiling rant here). So, I've come to a conclusion. For the rest of the year (what little of it is left), every time someone is in a place for my kindness to erupt mercifully upon them, I will instead choose to be rude. I'll slam doors in faces, play my stereo so loud the car beside me shakes at the stoplight, and bitchsmack everyone who asks me how I'm doing. That should make my point nice and clear :) DISCLAIMER: I'm not sexist, I'm just sick of the rudeness because of people's own views. If I'm being nice, it's a fucking cold day in hell, so relish the existence. Also, nope, not interested in sexist comments, pro-male or pro-female propaganda, nor arguments as to why I should be nice. Screw it, they're rude to me, I'm rude to them. @};~ NiZ

Well, another set of tasks for another ungodly pointless day has been brought upon me. If anyone finds a way to delete the sun, let me know (and yes, I've tried doing it from DOS and the Unix Command Line, niether have worked so far). Boredom continues to harsh my mellow as always, in conjunction with this forsaken city... But that's another story. Anyway, enough with the morose crap. I have a serious question. If there's anyone out there who knows a way to get divorced quickly and cheaply, let me know. My ex and I are currently stuck while trying to get divorced. The year was up on the second of this month, and the lawyer I had bailed on the initial "pay by month" plan we had set up. This sent me on a search for a new way, preferably under $500. My ex is getting impatient, and I have no clue where to turn now. I'm talking to another lawyer today, but it's not looking too great. Lemme know something if you have an idea. Beyond that, I gotta say something. For a straight while, I was unemployed. Oddly enough, it seemed I was the busiest unemployed fucker on earth. Even then, I would sleep a couple of hours and be off to partake in my next daunting task. Now that I'm McJobbin' it, I'm even busier, which pisses me off. I don't get it: I don't sleep, I don't eat (much), hell, I hardly have time to come home and clean up between devoirs, and the more I ditch tasks, the more tasks come up! WTFknF?! So yeah, I've found a new approach... As soon as this divorce is over, I'm off to see the country and what-not. I'm gettin' me a storage building for my things, and jettin' out to run the states until I find somewhere that being busy is un-heard-of. Yep. That's what I'ma do... @};~ NiZ