Today I checked the stats and I've has a total of 1037 visits since I've started this humble blog. Cool. I'd really love to hear from all of you, especially those Blogger pals who haven't posted in the comments section for quite a time. I'd just like to hear from you...tell me whats new, you know, shit like that. Anyhoo, life here in the Back Forty still sucks (go figure), but the weather iswarming up now, and the biggest plus is that everyday we get more daylight, which is great for all those who suffer from light deprivaation during the winter months. We did get a bit of a snowfall a couple of days ago, just when the snow finally melted from the roadways and sidewalks, exposing the trash some dimwit shitheads neglected to depoit in the trash can located five steps away. I mean seriously! How gross can a person get. Its different if say your bedroom is messy; you can shut the door, but you can't shut the door on Mother Nature. As much as I'm against Big Brother watching our every move, I'd be thrilled if they (the Town) could put up videocameras on our Main Street, just to catch the lazy fuckers who litter. Then give them a choice...a huge fine, or to grab a Glad bag, and get to work, and not stop until the bag is full to bursting with their disgusting refuse. And these are the same people who call this town their 'home'...if its a 'home' to them, I'd hate to ever set foot in their house...probably have radioactive waste under their floorboards or something. Talk about acting like they were born in a barn...
So yeah, I admit I'm rather cynical about this place...I mean...they have a local paper that comes out every wednesday about mindless uninteresting crap, and every article is rife with atrocious spelling and grammatical errors. Yet the more important news from this small town...such as the possibility of a mine opening, is located in the Thunder Bay Chronicle. So I feel like I waste 70 cents for a crappy local paper. The only thing I do enjoy is "marking" the paper, ususlly with red pen, and laughing my ass off at the spelling errors, that, in my humble opinion, should not be committed by anyone who has a education level of at least Grade 10. For instance the sentence..." So and so was happy to loose 10 pounds."...ummm....LOOSE????!!! Try lose, you freaky dolt! And the words their, they're, there...are constantly misused, I fell like grabbing the editor of the paper and shouting, "How the fuck can you miss that?" all the while rubbing his nose in the paper much like one rubs a dogs nose in their mess when it messed in the house. Sometimes the first letter of a word in a sentence isn't even capitalized! Christ Almighty! What kills me is I once offered my services to proof stuff for them, and they declined, opting instead to use another person with an IQ of a doorknob to write and stuff. I guess I'm overqualified. But this is what really picks my ass...the editor has a spellcheck on his computer and it's obvious he doesn't use it....I admit that since the advent of technology as we now know it, the kids in school today can't spell to save their souls. Spelling bees are a thing of the past, and we are breeding nations of idiots who can't add, subtract, multiply divide or SPELL without an electronic aid. Geez...I remember when I was a kid, in order to pass Grade 4, one of the prerequsites was to memorize the multiplication chart up to times 12. As well, spelling bees occurred every week, on Friday. And you'd think it would make these kids smarter, all this technology. Nope...when I was in University, I was appalled by the fact that most of the kids I went to school with couldn't read out loud without tripping over the words, and couldn't spell, or form a grammatically correct sentence. Wow, I've ranted once again...well, it was coming...there's only so much I can take before I speak up about what irritates me, and my Blog is a great place to vent.
So on to another rant about this town...I get jerkoffs (male OF COURSE) who come in and balk, nay, rather BITCH, about the cost of a pizza. One guy made me so mad the other day I prayed the extra hot peppers he asked for on his pizza burned him a new asshole. He accused me of raising the cost of his pizza, because my Dad was out of town at the time...since this is my Blog, I'm going to share with you my fantasized version of how I wished it went down..note...this is copyrighted..
Stranger in The Pizzaslinger Strikes Back!
Man: Is that how much it costs?
Stranger: Yes.
Man: I think you're raising the price on me because your Dad isn't here. I think I'll talk to him when he gets back.
Stranger: Yeah you do that asshole, and by the way, I'm sure he'll be thrilled about you disrespecting me. So much so, I'm sure he'll give you an ass whooping when he finds out.
Man: Is that so?
Stranger: You bet your smelly ass its so! And by the way, who are you to tell me our pizza isn't worth that much? You sit on your unwashed ass, drinking beer from noon til night....you're so ugly a dog wouldn't hump your leg, and you act like your King Shit of Turd Isle! What do you know about business?
Man: uh...
Stranger: Uh is not an answer...did God make you stupid as well as ugly?
Man: Now listen here..
Stranger: I'm done listening to you. Shut your cakehole and listen good...my Dad wouldn't take your side over me ever. And if you don't leave by the count of three, I'm gonna kick your ass!
Man: Try it.
Stranger: You asked for it cocksucker.( She does a flip over the counter, landing neatly on her feet. She has a murderous look in her eyes, and in her right hand she brandishes the pizza knife. She plants a side kick squarely on his jaw, knocking him back on the ice cream freezers. He panicks and starts to cry like a sissy baby as she proceeds to land kicks to the face, abdomen, and crotch. She corners him and places the pizza knife against his throat)
Stranger: Say you're sorry..
Man: I'm..I..I'm...s..so...sorry!!! Please don't kill me!
Stranger: Next time you act like a fucking weasel, I'll chop your nuts off!
(She grabs him by the hair, and throws him through the door, where he lands in snow, sobbing like a baby, and while people look on in astonishment, a yellow puddle forms around where he's seated. He gets up and runs home, while people point and laugh at him)
Yeah...this is a great way to get that negativity off my chest! Lol!!!!
So yeah, I can't stand some peoples attitudes here. Its funny how there's some people in this world would try to tell me how to run the business, when in fact they'd never owned or helped run one, and furthermore, make almost $100,000 a year, and don't have penny in the bank saved. Yeah...way to go assholes! Compared to them, my life is fucking fantastic...and it is....I don't have major bills, or a Klingon draining my bank account. Yup, life is good.
Okay, a Blogger question...what is the one thing that annoys you in this world? One of them for me is when someone scratches their nails across the blackboard...it makes me shudder! Even just thinking about it. Oh yeah, and when I get into an elevator, and someone has recently polluted it with perfume or a noxious fart. Whats your beef? Let me know. Until then, keep on Blogging!