The Rant Room

[~KA3AK~]

Uninstalled XP and reinstalled ME. Now it works!

Dude! ME is evil. After about a month of usage, it starts to crash all the time. You should get 2000 Pro, which is the best windows. Trust me, I tried all of em, even 2003 server

[WolfBrother]

Yeah. I prefer XP myself. But I've never had a problem with ME. It's always worked pretty well for me. And I've actually never had it crash. ~shrugs~

[Buck]

But it is soooooooooooooo slow. Microsoft just took 98SE and twisted and broke its arms and made it into ME.

I agree that 2000 Pro is the best.
I was forced to install XP pro recently

Aside from Windows... macs stink and Unix is actually gaining my favor. I'm thinking of getting a laptop with it and learning it more.

[Anita Blake]

the only problem with 2000 is that most cool new software is being made for XP only. My roommate can often be heard whining loudly about how crappy XP is, and how 2000 is the best, blah blah blah, but then this weekend he made the switch. Which i told him he was going to have to do. And he ignored me. And now i laugh. And laugh. And laugh. it's pretty funny, because, it all comes down to this: it doesn't matter which one is "better", it only matters which one supportd the software you want to use.

[~KA3AK~]

the only problem with 2000 is that most cool new software is being made for XP only.

Like what? So far all the software I want runs just fine under 2000 Pro. Plus, you can always enable compatability mode, so any software for Win 95 and up will run perfectly on 2000.

[Anita Blake]

newest versions of premiere, avid Xpress DV, protools, and a lot of other video/multi-media software are XP only. It's easier for them to make it for one platform so they don't have to debug it for each different platform i guess, so they picked the newest and stuck with it. which is kinda silly because actually XP and avid don't really get along that well, i know. ~shrugs~ don't know really about premiere because i HATE premiere, and if protools had a new version for 2000, i would learn it at home, but alas, my bf is sticking with 2000 (for the time being) so no protools for us. which is unfortunate, since i have to teach the stupid program to people half the time, or at least, they always come running to me with questions.... ~notes derailing of thought-train and dives out of the way~

whew~ close call....

[night faerie]

I'm soooo tired of arguing over stupid shit. I'm soooo tired of people not just doing their jobs. I'm sooo tired of things not working smoothly, when its so easy to make things work, you only need a little team effort. Hmph. Americans know CRAP about team effort. ~grumps~ I'm soooo tired of everybody wanting and nobody giving.

[dark fuschia]

oooh *hugs NF*

[Apoc]

I got my ass wooped in boxing today! rarely happens quite that badly but the soab cheated soooo much. 3 low blows and the dick still won, so infuriating. I gave him a right good low blow in return but thats not what got me so pissed off, it was that no one believed me when I said he cheated, they just said I was a bad looser because I smacked him after the bell. jackass! He really fked up my hip I think, its all bruised and nasty argghhhhh.(just touched hip) no fighting for a while for me then, just practice, argh!

[Dregs]

Apparently I'm psychic. I have the amazing ability to know when people change superannuation accounts, complete with account numbers. Apparently.

[Anita Blake]

OK, bear with me here. PMS hitting me hard today and the bf not making things better.


OK, so, today was on OK day, got a new office for one, and that is a good thing. Yay new office.

Come home, discover (surpise surprise ) that the kitchen is STILL a total disaster, from when i cleaned out the fridge of rotting food 2 days ago, and a bunch of dishes got taken out and not cleaned because i had just done the dishes. Last night i was just plain lazy, and i didn't do them. BTW, i do have 2 (count them) 2 roommates, my bf, and another guy. My roommate, J, he has this claim, which is generally accurate, that he ALWAYS does his own dishes. Yeah, and won't lift a finger to clean anything that he didn't personally disturb. My bf ALSO makes this same claim, though he will admit that he doesn't wash his cups, or his cutlery, or sometimes his pots and pans. Oh, that's f*cking great, you wash your plates. how considerate. .

So, i come home, tons of semi-gorss dishes waiting to be done. And it's just enough that i can't make my dinner, because the kitchen is too messy for me to prepare food, which doesn't stop either of the guys from cookign theri own dinner. Fine, fine. I'm in a particular mood, and my roommate is watching yellow submarine or some beatles crap, which really doesn not fiit my autumnal goddess/halloween mood. So i listen to my discman, and wash the dishes, fuming about hwo neither of them does f*ck all around the house unless i ask them too, and why should i have to ask them? Nobody asks me, and look, here i am, cleaning dishes that were from leftovers, and hence really could belong to any of the 3 of us. One thing is for sure, they are not all, as would be impied by the previously stated "rules", mine. In fact, perhaps less than half of the mess i am cleaning was caused by me. So, grouchiness ensues. I am still hungry, by the way, at this point, because i can't eat until i clean all this crap up. I keep wondering "if someone shat on their bed, woudl they just leave a big steaming pile there because 'well, i didn't do it!' ???"

Fortunately, my bf has given in to my demands for money for laundry. 4 days after i asked for it. So, i start doing laundry. 4 loads. Half mine half his.

Now, i don't do his laundry because he doesn't know how, or because he won't do it. I do it because if i don't, it will gather in a growing pile on the bedroom floor until he decides that it's all too dirty to wear again, and washes it on his own. In the past, that's what i did. But the pile really annoys me, i'm trying to be a cleaner person, tidier, keep my room clean and all that. So, it is in this interest that i do his laundry, and usually pay for it all too. Usually i ask him to help me fold it, and then he scurries off while i try to put it all away in our tiny closet.

Well, i'm in an already kind of foul mood, so i decide to see what will happen. I go to do the laundry, no help appears. OK, fine. What. Ever. Come back upstairs, put the dishes all away since no one thought to do that while i was in the basement, make myself some dinner, clean up, and read some of my book. My timer goes off, time to get the clothes out of the dryer. where my bf? Oh, he's in the shower. Roommate J has gone off to french class. Yippee for him. So, fine. I go down, grab one load, fold it all up, fuming all the while about how i do all kinds of stuff for my bf, and he never offers to do anythign for me. He's expecting a big paycheck for some etra work he did, and all he can talk about is how he's going to get a phone, possibly a $700 phone, and some new toys. Not one word about doing somethign nice for me, his girlfriend who has supported him and makes him coffee in the mornings when he whines for it, and paid his rent for nearly a year while he sat on his ass not even looking for a job. Nope. Did i mention he didn't even buy me a birthday present? And when i finally called him on it, he claimed that editing the video we shot the weekend of my birthday (which was a project i really wanted to do for myself) was my birthday present. Gee thanks. Ignore me, do the thing i wanted to do, and leave in some really stupid stuff that i specifically asked you to take out, and call that my birthday present. Fuck you.

So, all this is going through my mind. I come upstairs, he's still in the bathroom, but the door is open, so he has to have heard me come in. I think, maybe i will be lucky, and he will put away all these clothes while i go fold the other load. So, off i go, hoping, but ultimately feeling rather pessimistic about the prospets of not having 4 loads of laundry to put away. I finish folding the other half of the laundry, come back upstairs (BTW, this whole time i am in my socked feet) and guess what.

The door is locked. My darling bf has decided to go out. I assume he went out for a few drinks. He does that a lot.

The thing is this: he didn't even check to see if i was in the apartment. I mean, he had to have noticed that i wasn't there. It's a pretty small place. He also had to know that since i wasn't there, the only other place i would be was in the laundry room. He didn't come to check if i had my keys. Didn't come to offer any help before he left. Didn't even tell me he was going anywhere. So, i am stuck in the hallway in my socks with no way of getting in. My roommmate won't be back for hours, my phone is in the apartment, my cat is meowing at me through the door, and i am SOL.

Luckily, my landlady was still working and let me in and i didn't have to pay the fee. That's the only good thing that happened. I mean, WTF. Does he think this will endear me to him? I am already at the breaking point, and this is just about to push me over the edge. The annoying this is ... he's not even here to yell at, and by the time he gets back, i won't be yelling mad, and i'll probably pass it off and make it wound like i'm not nearly as mad as i really am. He's going to get off scot-free, and meanwhile, i want to kick him in the shin and make him pay attention to me. I mean, seriously, am i asking for too much here? A little help around the house, a little attention now and then, some consideration BEFORE YOU LOCK THE DOOR WHEN I'M IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM?!!!? I honestly don't think so. I know i'm no saint, but i honestly think i deserve to be treated just a little better than this.

And then to top it all off, all my friends weren't home so i couldn't call them and rant at them, and that's why this is exceedinly long and rant-y. sorry.

[sir archely]

~hugs anita~

seems like this is a generally craptacular day for a lot of people.

[dark fuschia]

lol I had to stop reading halfway Anita cos I was beginning to feel too miserable for you. That all just sucks *hugs*

[Anita Blake]

aww. thanks for the hugs. i finally got to talk to my friend. i said i should put all his clothes on the couch. She said i should toss them out the window.

well, on the plus side, it's almost halloween! ~musters weak cheer~

~cheers4halloween~

[Tatum]

Awwww ANITA!!! *hugs* I'm so sorry.

Come to L.A. We can go out and meet some worthy men.