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Urgh! Fuck!: A thread for untamed hate and anger [PICS]

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Goodness Gracious Meme

16:46 / 15.07.04

oh, and hearing of two people, through various grapevines, who are being beaten up/abused by their bastard fuckwit 'partners'.

Scary and hate-inducing.

Ex

17:07 / 15.07.04

That's reminded me - Germaine Greer's smug bollocks on transgender and intersex in The Whole Woman which I read at the bus stop when I knew I shouldn't.

Apparently, in two thousand years, archeologists will be able to tell what gender we were from our bones. Well, spank me sideways with a fishslice, that's useful. What's the use of a gender that takes 2000 years and a laser kerotype machine to determine?
My gender doesn't lurk in my bones waiting for a trowel and ultimate scientific vindication. It moves in living human interractions and encounters, it streams through broadband cables and JISCnet; it is indecisive and interractive and when it reads crap like this, it hides under the fucking duvet.
My gender is not written in my body. I write my gender using my body, and other people's bodies, and anything else that comes to hand. I doubt Greer's bones are half as vivid and sustaining.

Tryphena Absent

17:35 / 15.07.04

So it's a bit like a cake. At first you think aah, Kant is saying that god is like the little silver ball that goes on top of a fairy cake. Then you really read it and you realise that the man's making the best chocolate fudge cake ever to be made except that instead of putting in self raising flour he's used plain flour and god is that plain flour.

That's how I feel today.

Goodness Gracious Meme

17:49 / 15.07.04

Ex: she doesn't say anything about being able to read personality in one's bones does she?

Thought not.

I would quite cheerfully go to jail for killing NG if I thought it would do any good.

well, not 'quite cheerfully', but you get my point.

NOTE: i am *not* threatening to kill NG, just saying I feel like it.

Goodness Gracious Meme

17:55 / 15.07.04

I'm not in the business of inciting violence via convenient loopholes.

01:56 / 16.07.04

My gender doesn't lurk in my bones waiting for a trowel and ultimate scientific vindication. It moves in living human interractions and encounters, it streams through broadband cables and JISCnet; it is indecisive and interractive and when it reads crap like this, it hides under the fucking duvet.

You can't take a photograph of it at night
It lives in the code of a firefly buzzing
It vibrates through brickwalls, keeping their time
It cuddles the creeping chaos coming
I see it more clearly than ever before
I'm in it's invisible river aflowing

11:20 / 22.07.04

Thank you big man, deprive me of my sunlight with this recthed sunless summer, and then give me a cold sore, i mean really, HERPES ON MY FACE was that really fucking necessary!!?

oh thatll really impress the chicks that will "hi girls, how do you like the big weeping sore right on the front of MY FACE"

07:45 / 23.07.04

I've been up all night, i've just made a roll, i have a cold lager next to me, i try to go to Millarworld but instead i get 'The page cannot be displayed'

Well, fuck you internet for that, i mean what the fuck is that all about? You KNOW i'm nearly done on the PC after another all night session, you KNOW i just wanted to read a thread and have a smoke and my lager, you KNOW that it would really piss me off if i get 'The page cannot be displayed' don't you?

Well? Why the fuck do you do it? Eh?

Because your FUCKED!

Goodness Gracious Meme

15:21 / 23.07.04

This one's still pissing me off.

Doing a cleaning job the other day. But that's not the 'arghfuck'.

Hormonal, hot and tired. Nor is that.

It's a beautiful, detached period house, several bedrooms, in leafy lane on the edge of town, recently totally renovated. SUV outside etc. Client's v.nice.

As I'm downstairs, cleaning the 'sun room'. (Ie, the one that's not the lounge, dining room, study or spare bedroom) I can't help but notice the 'Happy 30th Birthday' banner.

The person whose toilets I'm scrubbing is the same fucking age as me.

AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgh
FFFFFFFFUUuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkk

Way to make a person feel like a wasted life, eh?

03:45 / 24.07.04

FUCK

Fuckin' summer colds, and you know that once you got one it's gonna' hang around for weeks. Damn not sleeping or eating right. So yeah, I suppose I'm partly to blame, but still fuck being full of snot, with an itchy throat, and sneezing all the time. Great, my nose is going to be chaffed in no time from all the blowing, and like I really enjoy having to breath through my mouth. Piece of shit fuckin' sickness hell mother fucker piss on an electric fence fuck.

04:28 / 25.07.04

Cold, Day Two: FUCKIN' FUCK

Yes, it's the second day of this wonderful cold, and it seems like it is fifty times worse than yesterday. I have these evil fuckin' coughing fits that seem to go on towards the edge of my life. The kind where it gets to the point where I can't really breath, and you get that pain deep down in your groin area. Sucks fuckin' shit. And then the nose is running some kind of fuckin' marathon, except I don't see no goddamn fuckin' finish line. Where the fuck does all that mucous come from anyway? I mean, no wonder my eyes hurt so bad, it feels like my sinuses are trying to push them right out of my fuckin' head. And I ache, well, at least my upper body aches--likely from the coughing fits. Fuck, this sucks worse than a hot lunch.

13:40 / 29.07.04

Why do I work with the only group of people in my team who are anal enough to come back into the office after an event at half past fucking three on a beautiful summers day, in some hideous display of commitment one-upmanship, and generally start buzzing round me and annoying the shit out of me when it was nice and quiet? Why can’t you just FUCK OFF HOME and enjoy your lives like ordinary people?

Haus of Mystery

13:48 / 29.07.04

World sodding music. We've had a 'season' of it at my workplace, and I'm sick to the back teeth of it. Just because it's from another country does not make it

a)more interesting
b)more soulful
c)any less middle of the fucking road

than the plentiful homegrown shit I also have to endure. Uptight middle class fuckwits in tie-dye moaning about bar prices, when they clearly possess 2 Range Rovers, can go and fuck themselves today.

09:25 / 30.07.04

Horrible MEN in horrible electronics shops on Tottenham Court Road sneering at the weedy GURL who has dared to come in and ask for a certain print cartridge, sullenly bringing it out, and then grotesquely overcharging for it and looking really condescending and smug as they explain that you won't get that for fifty quid luv, ho ho ho isn't she daffy GRRRRRRR

Less searchable M0rd4nt

17:22 / 05.08.04

Just checked my email.

Found med-related spam from "Impersonate P. Marihuana."

Realised I'd changed my nick a scant few moments ago.

Realised that therefore I wouldn't be able to change it again for 28 (minus a scant few moments).

Wept and sobbed and stamped my feet like a naughty little penguin.

08:41 / 06.08.04

YES.

YES, Illmatic, I hear you!

These people are pricks and must MUST! be shot.

They do not DO NOT! deserve to live.

12:14 / 06.08.04

Bought some pears for my lunch from the supermarket. Two of them. You could ONLY buy them as follows: two pears, each with a sticker on, sitting in a black polystyrene tray, with a clear plastic lid, WRAPPED IN CLINGFILM... (and not ripe yet, despite being marked 'ready to eat')

I know it's my fault for going there in the first place, but really...

12:24 / 06.08.04

Bloody Hell, Kit-Cat! Which supermarket was that? Was it one of them 'convenience' type places? That reminds me - tubes of tomato puree and toothpaste, in BOXES. We are doomed.

12:38 / 06.08.04

Actually Sainsbury's - but one of the poncy central ones though, which seem somehow to be twice as expensive as other branches while selling about half as much stuff... never again...

Someone was telling me the other day that the Morrison's chain wraps individual peppers etc. in plastic, is this true?

pointless and uncalled for

12:46 / 06.08.04

Now that is pethatetastic. It drives me insane when I see a nice head of brocolli squished into shrinkwrap with a massive but neatly trimmed stalk on it. One day I will take my own knife to Sainsburys and buy what I want.

I went to the market the other day and asked for some brocolli and the nice girl at the stall asks me if the head was OK. I said it was and before she weighed it she cut the stalk off. Fantastic, it's as if people out there still care.

Spyder Todd 2008

16:19 / 06.08.04

I've decided to wage a one-man war on existence for awhile. I hate everything (almost), so it seems simplist.

Tryphena Absent

03:04 / 07.08.04

Jesus, it was a comment not an essay. Talk about over-intellectualizing a simple post.

Goodness Gracious Meme

10:33 / 10.08.04

fuckfuckfuck.

Michael Howard and Anne Widdecombe on the news. Attacking 'political correct policing'. Coz it's so fucking tedious, I can't move for policitically corerct police, can you?

Proposing to abolish measures around monitoring of racial harassment/S&S by the police. Measures put in place after recommendation by the Macpherson report into the Stephen Larence case.

Because 'what we care about is law and order'. No matter if Blacks and Asians are unfairly stopped/jailed/prosecuted, eh?

pointless and uncalled for

10:42 / 10.08.04

Good fucking grief I can't count the number of times that evil shit Howard has made on to my list and it's looking like Widdecombe is going to be overtaking Rumsfeld soon.

When I'm allowed to action this list you will see my picture in the dictionary next to the word reckoning.

Whale... Whale... Fish!

14:54 / 10.08.04

Fucking everything!

Resits, Jacobites, Howard, resits, not having enough money to slut it, resits. Goddammit! Why isn't it Friday?!!?!?!?!?!

15:01 / 10.08.04

Jacobites are making you angry?

Less searchable M0rd4nt

21:09 / 10.08.04

Let me hex them! Let me hex them! PLEASE let me hex them! Just a little bit.

(Not the Jacobites, the Widdecomettes.)

07:46 / 11.08.04

You tell me I'll find out whether I have the job on Wednesday. Well it's Wednesday, and even though the working day is only an hour old, I do believe that a well-run organisation would be in a position to let me know whether or not I have this poxy 5-month temporary post. But yes, I realise that this is not a well-run organisation. This is a university. with everything that entails. Stop playing with me! I've been having weird dreams all night long I'm so bloody nervous! 'Yes!' or 'No.'. Just bloody well tell me so I can get back to looking for other forms of employment.

Our Lady Has Left the Building

08:27 / 13.08.04

Steaming piles of Auton cack! My computer is doing the boot-up/crashing dance whenever I turn it on, I have to mess around for about twenty-minutes before it behaves itself. I've checked for sobig, or whatever that worm was called and now the PC World helpdesk are saying that I have to do a clean reinstall before they'll agree to send an engineer out. So I have to wrestle to get it to work so I can back up all my files. It's time to choose what music I really want to keep...

09:04 / 13.08.04

The morning train. It's a medical, legal and psychological fact that if the London Underground was freighting pigs to the slaughterhouse in these kind of conditions, it would be sued from here to next Tuesday for treating them so badly, for pitching them up at the death camp in such a traumatised state. Whereas as a London commuter, you're expected to put up with this stuff on a day-to-day basis. Accordingly, I refuse. I'm going to retire to bed with a bottle of scotch and an improving novel, and... well ok, as an ongoing protest it's been going on for a while now, but I'm going to continue until the system's destroyed. And I'd advise everyone else to do the same.

Because if we all dream hard enough, like in that thing Ned Graham wrote about those cats...

Whale... Whale... Fish!

14:24 / 13.08.04

It's all over, no more fucking jacobites. Only thing I have to be angry about is things I have no control over like Blunkett.

Our Lady Has Left the Building

08:18 / 14.08.04

Fucking computer Part Two. So I spend about two hours last night backing all my files up and do the do, it gets as far as a brand new desktop and then files aren't there. It's late by this point so I give up and go to bed. This morning, I try and do a new clean install and it only gets about halfway through the process then starts crashing. So I phoned my technical support and they're going to be walking me through some 'lets check if there's anything obviously wrong' game this evening after work. I just hope if that doesn't work I can get an engineer out on Monday else I won't be free for the engineer for a week. All I need now is for when I finally have a working computer again for all my backed-up files to turn out to be corrupted.

pointless and uncalled for

08:20 / 18.08.04

After an incident this morning whereby I was run off the road whilst cycling, I have sworn a solemn vow and sealed it in blood.

I, The Seldom Killer, do solemnly swear that the next person to engage in automotive fuckery that endangers my health and well-being will be chased down, dragged from their vehicle and given a harsh beating with my freshly sharpened front set. There will be no exceptions.

You have been warned.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

08:35 / 18.08.04

WHY does my fucking PC sometimes refuse to go online, even to the point of locking up completely when I do a simple thing like ASK IT TO???

And fucking typical. Okay, I KNEW my phone was gonna get cut off- fair enough, I DO owe them money, but did they HAVE to do it on a Wednesday morning- a Wednesday, I hasten to add, when I was gonna take advantage of Orange's cheap cinema tickets promotion FOR WHICH YOU NEED TO BE ABLE TO SEND TEXT MESSAGES. And WHY did they have to text me to tell me, meaning I get woken up by the charming strains of the music from Bagpuss, get all excited cos someone's sent me a message, and then it just says "SIM update"- ie, fuck you, buddy.

Couldn't they have done it tomorrow? Even yesterday wouldn't have been quite as annoying. And couldn't they have done it, you know, quietly?

Hattie's Kitchen

13:23 / 18.08.04

Filthy...fucking...bastards.

I have just gone into the works toilet, and someone has done the unspeakable ALL OVER THE FLOOR.

Do you see that white bowl-shaped thing? Do you see it? That's called a toilet. THAT is where you deposit your turds, NOT ON THE FUCKING FLOOR.

Ugh. I want to scrub myself raw with a wire-brush RIGHT NOW.

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