Warning: Massive rant.

Or, at least, incredibly pissy-sounding one.

You've been warned.

I fucking hate sports. If it were up to me, sports teams would be all taken out and shot. Maybe even run over by trucks. What a nice squishy and satisfying sound that would make.

Sports fans congregate everywhere, spreading this sick disease that causes you to be rude, loud, obnoxious, and always drunk on cheap-ass and crappy beer.

And the town I live in is full of these fuckheads. I think they'll be next up for the guns and trucks.

These are the people, who go on and on about some inane number that people have batted. But don't give shit about the kids in the streets who haven't eaten in days.

These are the people who think it is perfectly okay to piss over the side of a balcony, even if they hit someone. In fact, hitting someone is the reason they're doing it.

Sports fans are the ones who call people like me a waste of space. Guess what? I'm not the one obsessed with a fucking game.

But, but! Yes. I am obsessed with Science Fiction, and comicbooks, and TV shows. Guess what? I can miss any and all of those, and not have a problem.

Normally.

Normally, I'd look at the crap-shoot that was TV tonight, and laugh it off.

But it is only Monday, and I can tell it's going to be a long fucking week.

Normally, some fucking basketball game doesn't pre-empt The Pretender.

Normally, I don't miss the ONE FUCKING EPISODE I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO.

Normally.

But, of course, this is fucking TNT, where the sports faction rule, and where people are fucking pricks.

Or getting fucked up the ass by sports pricks.

Why am I not just irritated at Basketball fans? You ask.

Well, let me tell you.

Football fans caused my city to use MY tax dollars to fund the black shit hole that is the football stadium.

But, but, you won a superbowl?

So what?

It hasn't done shit for this city. Downtown is still empty. The sidewalks are still rolled up at 6pm sharp.

Then there's the hockey team, which became too KEWL to play at the old stadium. So, another huge fucking rink was built on the end of the Kiel Opera House.

The Kiel Opera House is a GORGEOUS building. It's now condemned, because they spent all the renovation money on the ice rink.

Which is now called Savvis Center.

And it's right across from the new eyesore Courthouse they built.

Everyone give a big cheer.

Moving on to baseball... The Cardinals, the apple of everyone in St. Louis' eye. We even have commercials to that effect!

"St. Louis. It's a Baseball Town."

Like fuck it is.

I think it's the most boring sport on the planet.

And baseball is fucking the city over, too.

They want a new stadium. Built, of course, at the taxpayers' expense. None of which are the uber-fucking-rich players or owners.

We still haven't recouped the 7 million (or was that 15?) on the football stadium. And they want to spend more than that for the baseball team.

I am so angry, I sustained a nice killing rage the entire drive home.

I'm not quite as red-hot pissed as I was, though. Otherwise, I'd be incoherent.

Right. This is Ana's monthly rant about something...

Now that I've ranted.

I feel much more relaxed. Still irritated. Still tense. But much less ready to throw things.

I'm not sure WHY--okay, I am. I think.

It's part frustration, part irritation... Part other things.

For one thing, I've done the math. If I go to DexCon, I won't have the cash to get the transmission replaced. Of course, I'm not the only one paying for it. But I'm budgeting like I am.

I'm going to Dexcon, though. I work too fucking much not to get that break.

Besides, I told Kale I'd drive up with her.

However, if I'm going to Dexcon, I have to budget money for the next several months. It's going to be tight.

I can do Bevcon (Like I'd not. Feh.).

I may not do Gateway (hey, third year in a row! I'm on a roll, here...)

But I will do Dexcon. And I WILL get at least one credit card paid off.

Probably both.

I'm also frustrated, for two reasons that are interrelated.

One. Don hasn't gotten a new person yet, so I'm still working seven days a week.

Two. If Don DOES hire another person, then I'll lose about 100 per pay period due to losing those hours.

..

And, finally, I've been seriously contemplating moving out sometime near October. But if I do... Gods, I need a roommate, and stuff, and... I'm more just jittery about this.

But, the capper was of course, The Pretender.

They showed part one of the season finale on Friday. Hence, part two would be on tonight.

Except... They pre-empted it to show fucking basketball.

Then, to compound the problem, instead of just showing the episode tomorrow, at the normal time, they show it at MIDNIGHT.

FUCKHEADS.

This means I won't get to see it (I caught all of a minute of it before leaving work). And I won't get to, because I don't have cable at home.

You can bet your ass if I did, I'd have called home and had someone tape it for me.

I've noticed that when I get really angry, the urge to rend and tear and throws things that break gets huge.

It's useful to channel into writing. But not useful while driving.

Oh! Speaking of my babycar... The clutch and water pump might be fixed, but the transmission sounds horrible. It's slipping gears, too.

Sigh. I'm hoping it can last two more months. There should be enough cash about to pay for the new tranny by then.

Please, any gods, godesses, and hermaphroditic deities... Don't let my car die before July.

Thank you.

One last thing...

Caught the last half of Scream3.

Dead boring, except when there was blood. The blood was fun.

I was cheering everytime someone died. I'm saddened to note that not everyone did.

But there was blood!

And I knew who the killer was, just from watching it at that point.

Mwaha. I am good.

Okay, so it's really simple.

duuuh.

nini.

classroom assessment...

I am sitting here in mild apprehnsion. If my professor fomes around to see what I'm working on/how far I've gotten in the book....

I haven't gotten anywhere.

This could be exceedingly difficult.

hrm.

Well, that's great...

Either the cd drive on this computer is screwy, or the disk that came with my book, that I *need* to get any sort of grade in class...

Is fucked.

Great. Just wonderfull.

Gods. And it's only Tuesday.

I love you more than you love me....

There's something scary when you hear Neil Tennant and Bernard Sumner singing together. (Lead singers for Pet Shop Boys and New Order, respectively) I found a nice mp3 of "Getting Away With It" which is both bands, apparently. Well, it's definitely Neil with NO...

So. Updated my journal look. Of course, if I'm on your friends page, you're just seeing the new graphic I did.

Played with Photoshop. Was fuuuunnn.

*pauses to sing St. James*

"..when I die... put a five-dollar gold piece on my watch chain..."

Okay. Possibly TMI moment.

But, anyway.

I finally got around to shaving my legs and pits a few days ago... And there's already, like, a centimetre of new growth.

It's irritating, 'cause it means I'm going to have to take extra in the bath today. Fft.

Got so bored last night, I started reading Don's copy of The Rowan by Anne McCaffrey. Here's hoping I don't start writing about little waif-like girls and dumbass secrecy. :P

Still bothered about the Pretender ep. But I'm adjusting to my loss. Really.

On another note, have more scenes for the Pretender/Buffy crossover written. Well, Pretender/Angel, technically. Must finish Buffy/Wisdom crossover... er, Giles/Wisdom. No, not slash.

Oh!

For those who are interested, I did a funky-ass play on the stupid Cardinals "St Louis is a BASEBALL town" commercials... Well... Sorta.

Don't kill me, I'm cute. ;)

Erk. Must dash. Need to get dressed for work...

hugs