I must have missed a previous post. Why are they doing this, eth?

They're just ignorant assholes who decided i was easy prey to be picked on, because i was trying to catch up on election coverage at when they started working oh the place. Pretty soon, i couldn't stand the sound of telly any more so i was reading the closed captioning with music on, also to block out the sound of them.
At some point they "decided" my music was actually my way of expressing my deep abiding feelings of hate and loathing at them, then follows a series of misunderstanding i was completely unaware of as i was trying to ignore them and the Bees was getting more and more upset with all the commotion.

At this point, i have them scared to death and desperate for my friendship, but they still are as gutless as ever.
Today, i anticipate apologies, legal intervention, or, what i wanted in the first place, to be left alone, but apparently, i am far too interesting and enigmatic and their lives are too boring.
Blah blah blah.
Just another day in the life of just another minority woman who does not live with a man or child.
Of course, i am a witch and a menace to all things good and holy, in between sermons and when people need something. A mad scientist and an evil genius, rainmaking witchdoctor, secret psychic spy, no good bitch who doesn't hang out at the bar every day and gossip with the old ladies like decent folk…
Blah blah blah.

So, who wants a hot cuppa? Coffee, tea, or is it just me?

To be fair, i can put the fear of G_D into people without the props and foley art on cue. Still doesn't mean you take things out of context and decide everything is about you, you self absorbed booze and drug addled paranoid twits.

Head up to the thread I just posted and share some music up there!!

eth I will gladly trade you five (5) paranoid yokels for one (1) Annoying Chemist Guy. I could certainly use the workout, and HR won't let me kick ACG as I have to work with him on a daily basis.

Certainly your best option is to post their picture on the internet and add a bunch nasty captions.

I'm right there with you, essexjan. Did we miss a previous post? Because there seems to be a lot of alluding to stuff that I must've missed the first go around, so I'm more than a tad confused. Who are these people? What did they do to irk you?

i've dealt with them as much as necessary and they are pretty damn happy with me, for people who have gone out of their way to make my life pretty hellish, because that's how i do it.
Right now they're just waiting to see if promised candy and cookies will materialize or if the other set of people determined to piss me off have ruined it for them.

i really don't want to get into what they've done and what i've had to go through, because it will just fuel the internet hate machine, and rightly so.
But i'm sure the great and mighty wisdom of dano will lead us all into the light of just goodness, especially if he thinks that those are "nasty" compared to what i've had to deal with for weeks.
i'm shocked he didn't go for the usual, "I don't get it."
i'm sure i should be honored.
i don't generally go on about the day to day tribulations of my life, so if it offends so very much, have it yanked.

Btw, they are completely aware of it and it's still far nicer than the shot of the license plate itself. That part gets removed when they finally are done with the job without further incident.

Meanwhile, the other party of pissers, who are also merely ignorant, have been soundly chastised at this point and no one got cookies or candy.
i did get to make an ad hoc version of Wino Sauce and have broccoli and asparagus now roasting in the oven as well, so it's a metachat food day.

They are all also very aware that i am typing right now, irrepressible eavesdroppers that they are, and are in awe and fear of the internet, as one should be of things they do not and choose not to understand.

Later, i plan to work up a fart for their benefit. Maybe Hugh can help me there but i don't think i'll need the assistance.

I don't get it.

I don't get it either (maybe it's a guy thing), but I hope whatever it is that irks you gets sorted out.

*makes note not to get ethylene angry*

i'd stick with the "don't harass anybody or cause great upset to cat" policy in general. It's safer that way, and it looks like some people are too anxious to get in trouble anyway.

dg, you really should have known that already.

Oh, and addressing some mail, they aren't "locals."

I did know that already but, between my goldfish-like memory and something else I've now forgotten, I felt that a reminder was a good idea.

Eth!

I don't get it.
posted by danostuporstar

Well, there's nothing to get, is there?

After all, why should i expect that after a long day, i might get to relax without the scrutiny of my every action, music, food or television selection echoing throughout the neighborhood?
Who the hell am i to think i could be in less than a state of full dress in my own home at all times?
What the fuck was i thinking when it occurred to me to talk to my mother on the phone and expect not to have it be the topic of conversation of total strangers who should, of course, speculate on the contents of my medicine cabinet and the quality of my bowel movements?
And who the fuck am i, thinking i can vote and actually listen to the news without the speculative commentary and derision of people who know little and could care less?

Probably the same clueless, hopeless loser who wanted a little privacy to shed tears over new bad news.
What a complete fool i've chosen to be, when i could be like dano.
Tell me, how do i subscribe to your newsletter?

Should i disclose every personal detail of my personal tragedies in payment, because these details are obviously so worthless i should be grateful i get something in trade?

Oh, ((eth)). Do these guys have a boss to whom you can complain, or something like the BBB (to report them for unprofessional behaviour)?

Hey, Wino.
The Wino Sauce would have been better if i had used meat and been able to let it simmer longer, but the lucky and handy addition of goat cheese tends to things better, especially in light of a lack of Parm.

The broccoli and asparagus turned out nicely. At least i won't have to worry about cooking for a bit.

Goo, don't worry. i've dealt with it as best as can be at this point. Believe me when i say i've dealt with it, or at least them to any useful degree. i'll even post the letter i sent to the "Mom" figure that finally shut them down if it actually makes anyone feel better.
Right now i still have other things to deal with, a cigarette to smoke, and, of course, ANTM.

Priorities, people.

The part I didn't get was the bit about my "usually saying I don't get it", but seriously ... you don't see any disconnect in complaining that these people violated your privacy while posting their picture on flickr, complete with their license plate and "speculative commentary and derision" regarding their intelligence, appearance and possible in-breeding?

Phooey.

Once through high school was more than enough. Y'all do what you gotta.

You never do know when to give it up, do you, stupor.

What do you get? Is there some bonus prize for not caring at all but bothering that the rest of us don't know about, or is there some actual newsletter you want us to subscribe to?

i guess the real question is, what is your problem?
i mean, really. Since it keeps manifesting, maybe there's something you'd like to share with the room.

i really want to know, just right now. Probably not later, or tomorrow or ever again, but just lay it out already.

Do we really have to go all the way back to grade school?
Is therapy not covered?

All the people actually involved in this are fine with the state of affairs.
So it's all you.
What is it?

Or do you know something we don't, because i'd not only like to know, i think i'm the only one who cares what it is you have to say about it.
i know them, you don't.
So
what is it already.

My willingness to care about what you have to say ever again runs out in eight minutes. Then i have to deal with flesh and blood people who wanna give me shit.