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What makes you mad/angry?

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Strange Machine Vs The Virus with Shoes

01:10 / 17.08.02

Bullies
Sycophants
My manager
The corporate structures that allow the above such power.
The lack of decent workers rights in Britain, (and potentially the rest of the “new” right Europe).
Cyclists when I’m diving
Drivers when I’m cycling
My fucking manager, again.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

02:46 / 17.08.02

Yeah, cyclists piss me off when I'm flipping off the top board...

04:19 / 17.08.02

ask kali re: atlanta 'justice' system re: impound lot fun with cars and tax agents. not for me, mind you, but for her.

oh yeah, and child molesters. no sympathy. fuck the lot of them right in the ear.

Tryphena Absent

04:20 / 17.08.02

Tonight - lovely time 8:30 - 2am, party cruise boat on the Thames for a friend's 21st. 2am hired bus home breaks down, 4:15am new bus driver mildly threatened by upset birthday girl, everyone off new bus... 4:30am everyone on bus to go home, 6am finally home can't sleep- Barbelith.

The bus driver made me angry, a small blonde crying 21 year old threatens him and he almost refuses to take 70 tired quiet people home. Yeah whatever.

04:22 / 17.08.02

traffic cops...took my money and made me wait hours and walk many blocks this week.

04:25 / 17.08.02

People who grumble about traffic cops.

06:42 / 17.08.02

Anger. That shit pisses me off, dude.

08:29 / 17.08.02

All 21st Birthday Doos
Trendy Bars
Cheesy Night Spots
The Girl I am obsessed with snogging other men
The Girl I am soo over trying to snog me
My inability to dance
Catching a taxi in Manchester at 03:10 in the morn'
The state of my house and lack of analgesics
Drinking only three pints of alchohol, followed by sixteen pints of orange and still having a hangover
My wife's lack of sympathy

09:18 / 17.08.02

Working on a saturday.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

09:33 / 17.08.02

Working on a Friday night and then again on a Saturday night. And Sunday. And it being a really baking hot weekend, which a) I'll miss, and b) I'll find it hard to sleep through.

16:30 / 17.08.02

Nothin'. And it annoys the shit out of people. ;-)

18:31 / 17.08.02

I am intolerant of intolerance.

People who drive newer British and German cars who expect me to let them merge really PISS ME OFF. Go get yourself a Buick at least 10 years old and rusted out if you want to merge in front of me.

Able-bodied people who park in handicapped spaces should be rendered eligible for parking in handicapped spaces.

People who get a look at my tattoos and ask me any of the following questions deserve what they get:

1. Did it hurt? (Oh yes, and it made me cum. YOU should try it.)

2. What if you want to get rid of them when you're older? (Then I'll splash kerosene all over myself and light a match.)

3. How many of those do you HAVE? (One. It's not done yet.)

My mother refers to writing as my "hobby." I haven't killed her yet.

My mother can remember the name of every man I've ever dated (although it's been more than a decade since I dated any), but she cannot remember the name of my dyke daddy, who I have been living with and bringing to family gatherings and introducing as my wife for years. (I finally asked her to call my wife "Rick," my last boyfriend's name, because she seems to have so much trouble remembering my wife's name.)

If one more person tells me that I'm responsible for Dubya because I voted for Nader, I'm going to get a gun.

18:35 / 17.08.02

fuckers who take advantage of the fact that you've got joint bills to not pay, and you end up paying the whole lot to avoid getting cut off / thrown out on the street, and you still end up getting thrown out on the street

did I mention getting thrown out on the street? The landlord wants vacant possession because one guy's just not paying his rent, and I can't make him.

oh, and human resources

Murray Hamhandler

02:40 / 18.08.02

Motorists.
Landlords.
Retail management.
The "customer-employee" dynamic, and the lack of mutual respect inherent therein.
Police.
Dubya and all he stands for.
Whenever respect is lacking in general, actually.
Injustice in its many forms.
Beaurocracy.
Pretty much anyone who tries to subvert the autonomy of anyone else, now that I think about it.

Less searchable M0rd4nt

04:25 / 18.08.02

Re: Jack Sprat's hatey thing #1:

I hate to buck tradition, but I don't really mind when ppl ask if my tattoo hurt. I've been asked this by all sorts of folk, from the most uninformed teenage girls to the most mightily inked of veterans. (It's on my scalp, y'see-- supposedly a very hurty place).

When I was planning it, I went around asking my tattooed mates all kinds of crap: how much did it hurt, is it likely to go septic, do the inks ever trigger allergies, how much will I have to spend, where's a good place to get it done, ect, ect, chiz chiz moan drone. I'm sure some people got weary of my sleevetugging, but a proper understanding of the process is the duty of anyone who gets a tatt or other bod-mod.

However, if it's just somebody trying to make you look either stupid (for getting a tatt) or weak (because it didn't hurt "enough") then fudgem. Sideways.

05:51 / 18.08.02

very very lame:
going out to eat with a group of friends. everybody orders a meal. check comes. everybody must look at the bill to see if they owe eight bucks or ten bucks or whatever. everybody bitches and fucking moans because they feel they're getting shorted fifty cents. the good time gets ruined because nobody's willing to shell out a couple of extra bucks for a joyous meal with their friends. and when it's time for the tip, those who cheaped out on the bill ferret away their cash and leave the waitress with a few measly bucks. then, the last guy at the table (that's me, if you couldn't tell) really gets fucked cuz everyone else is a cheapskate, and i feel obligated to be cool to the waiter or waitress that had to put up with our shit.. morals of the story: split the check evenly! everyone will be happier! and waiters/waitresses are people too! they deserve more than $3 for serving your lousy asses an expensive meal!

and for the first person to reply, "well, mr moneybags, not everyone has enough money to split the bill that way or tip the waitress fairly!" i reply, as a dear friend once told me, "if you don't have the money to tip the help, then you don't have the money to eat out!"

09:21 / 18.08.02

The trouble with that is when everyone else is having stupidly expensive starters and puddings, and you're not that hungry. Or when they're drinking shitloads of wine and you aren't (that latter point rarely comes up with me but it's theoretically possible). Or when they're just plain richer than you are and have dragged you along to some highly expensive place, and you don't want to be antisocial and rude, even though you know it's a bad idea just going through the door.

But yeah, it annoys me too. Particularly as people tend to argue about the bill more when they're drunk, and are thus incapable of working out how much people owe anyway.

Tips annoy me. Pay the staff a decent fucking wage, whydoncha.

10:08 / 18.08.02

Hang on, didn't we do this thread last week?

10:41 / 18.08.02

probably, but we're still angry

oh, and another thing that annoys me is people who think they can play the guitar, and also that walls between victorian terraced houses are made from space-age sound-blocking material. You can't. They don't. The combination is not good.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

10:58 / 18.08.02

Good combo move there, fridge. Ka-powowowowBAM!

Class.

11:52 / 18.08.02

People who say "I'm an [Artist, writer, actor, whatever]" when they support themselves with other, nonartistic, jobs. Everyone has a creative outlet you little fucks; masterbating on a blood soaked canvas doesn't make you special.

12:06 / 18.08.02

Uh. Those people *are* writers, actors, artists, etc... not everyone can have their paintings hang in the Tate, or have book signings on Charing Cross road or their faces all over 8 foot high film posters...not everybody wants those things, and even those that do, it takes a lot of effort a lot of luck and a lot of *time* to manage it. So obviously they have to support themselves with other nonartistic pursuits - it's that or starve, you know? Doesn't mean they aren't perfectly entitled to identify as artists, writers, actors, etc...

13:06 / 18.08.02

People who claim that I am defined by the succession of shity jobs that I do to put food, fags , beer and a roof in my life. I suppose I would be a proper artist if I was supported by the family trust fund or a monthly stipend from pater, would I? I'm not a struggling actor, a resting actor, a wannabe, a dilettante or a tea-boy dreaming of fame. Fuck you. I don't claim to be special, or somehow superior just because I chose this lifestyle and career.

Is a barrister not a real lawyer if they're going through their pupillage? If a plumber sets out on his own and claims benefit while he tries to get some business together, does that mean he is no longer a plumber? Or is there some special pleading for people who 'claim' to have so-called 'artistic' careers? It seems that you are the one placing these titles on a pedestal - I make no such claim.

15:07 / 18.08.02

Biok9 - sorry mate, but this writer needs to work three days a week or would be scribbling stories from a cardboard box in the street. Anyone who thinks it's a little hobby or that I'm not a real writer can see some of my reviews.

15:29 / 18.08.02

On the other hand there are people who "claim to be special, or somehow superior", and they are fucking annoying. I've met a few, not that many, true.

I think the problem comes from defining yourself by your job. If I temp for a living it doesn't make me "a temp" - I'm a person who gets money from temping. What I do with my life the rest of the time is different.

Yeah - another annoyance. People who say "So, what do you do?" and expect you to tell them your job. "I blog, read comics, make sculptures out of mince... oh, eight hours a day I sit in an office doing shit I don't care about, but, y'know, I also spend a lot of time asleep and I don't mention that either."

pointless and uncalled for

15:33 / 18.08.02

Seconded, there is a wide difference between creative outlet and a direction in life. Yes I have a non-creative job to support myself but that doesn't mean that I am any less capable or any less dedicated a photographer than those who are fortunate enough to do it for money.

Photography is one of the more expensive pursuits and without financial support of an non artistic income I would be nothing more than a hobo with an empty box.

Being who we are doesn't make us special either and most would never claim that, but it is who we are.

pointless and uncalled for

15:37 / 18.08.02

Should have mentioned that people who think that you are your job is annoying. Just because I spend ten hours a day, five days a week giving the appearance that I'm a witless idiot with a stack of papers, doesn't mean that I am one.

Adrenaline Junkies support themselves with mundane jobs, would you say they are any less the thrill seeker they say they are because of this?

Less searchable M0rd4nt

15:41 / 18.08.02

Ohhhh, deary deary me. Poor ol' Bio K9 takes another kicking, eh?

Yes, it's bloody infuriating to encounter (say) a career accountant who reckons ze's an artist because ze boshes out a couple of watercolours a year. Met 'em, hate 'em. After you with the baseball bat.

However, I put it to you that you have made a regrettably common error in selecting commercial success as a reliable index of ability. We've all got to pay the rent somehow, no?

ONLY NICE THINGS

15:47 / 18.08.02

So, they are poseurs, fakes and dilletantes...except the ones we like?

Well, thank God we sorted that one out.

Less searchable M0rd4nt

15:52 / 18.08.02

Haus: Well, that's art, dude. I don't make the rules.

16:30 / 18.08.02

Things tend to sadden or depress rather than anger me. However sometimes a footballer who doesn't look as if he is really trying does it. It is nice to keep the really dangerous emotions tied to the meaningless.

17:55 / 18.08.02

Fucking applying fucking for fucking musical fucking instrument fucking insurance fucking online fucking, entering fucking fourty-fucking-two fucking item fucking descriptions fucking, fourty-fucking-two fucking serial fucking numbers fucking and fucking fourty-fucking-two fucking prices fucking, taking fucking me fucking thirty fucking minutes fucking of fucking my fucking life fucking (that fucking I fucking want fucking back fucking thank-fucking-you fucking very fucking much) fucking only fucking to fucking have fucking the fucking website fucking fail fucking and fucking to fucking lose fucking all fucking that fucking I'd fucking input.

AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

HULK SMASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

17:56 / 18.08.02

The word's lost all meaning

18:57 / 18.08.02

LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH
*covers face, still laughing*

LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH
*can't stop laughing*

LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH
*stops breathing*

01:31 / 19.08.02

"Modelslashactressslashpart-timewaitress."

Thing is Ive had some art school. A couple of pieces even made it into the window of a local gallery. I still draw and paint when I have the time (though not as much as I would like now that I have a full time job and a family). But I work for an architectural glass company. Do I tell people I paint, draw, whatever? Sure. But I would never tell someone "Im an Artist." I don't tell them Im an architect either, I tell them I make windows.

Its also my opinion is that writing an article for a zine doesn't make you a Writer. It makes you a contributer to a fucking zine. Dostoyevsky was a writer. Jim Goad isn't.

The majority of posts on this site aren't worthy of the title writings, nor are the skills of the people who wrote them worthy of the title writer. This one included.

Hmmm. Resume your kicking.

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