The Totally Radical Thread for Crotchety Old Bitches

@blackcat: I AM married to this person. Another mistake on my part.

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^Oh man, that made me laugh out loud. Then I must ask, are you buying that house right now? I hated hated hated my husband when we were house hunting. Once we found our current house that we both love, I started liking him again.

^ House is purchased. I'm hoping that things get better once we finish the unpacking/decorating. He's VERY anal retentive and OCD.

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My husband is OCD and anal compared to me.

But then he thinks I am OCD and anal about laundry and my deep desire for him to learn to unball his damn socks before he throws them in the hamper.

I bet once you are done unpacked and stuff it will get better. And it is totally OK to fantasize about murdering him, just don't actually murder him.

If you've never fantasized about murdering your spouse ... well, you're either of Buddha-like calm, you repress your emotions extremely strongly, or you've only been married a week.

A brighter future for a darker age.

Or you've never had a spouse, or you murderer them at the first opportunity.

My family goes above and beyond the call of neatness in the name of laundry. Socks must go into the basket paired with these bits of rubber we call sock-stars. Socks must go in loose weave bags in the machine - otherwise the machine eats them and chokes. The washing line has dedicated lines to each category of Dad, Mum, Me, Bother, House. On each line items must be grouped into socks, underwear, pants, non-hangable shirts, etc. This system earnt my mother the title of Washing Nazi.

Also why is Those Wacky Nazis so loooooooooooong?

edited 27th Aug '09 2:03:55 PM by Luthen

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Thus far, the only part about growing up I'm not digging too much is the whole doing your own laundry thing. Laundry is a pain.

I've caught myself growling "C'mon, hurry up and shrink already!" at the piles of clothes I still need to fold.

edited 27th Aug '09 2:05:42 PM by DireSloth

Not actually back.

@blackcat: I'm talking anal and OCD to the point of moving the bed covers mere inches to the point of perfection. JUST before bed. At midnight. During the work week.

Also, I've never fantasized about killing him, just him dropping dead, disappearing into thin air or just leaving.

edited 27th Aug '09 2:24:25 PM by Catzalcoatl

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You people disappoint me.

This is my dissappointed face.

I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you because my give-a-damn's busted.

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I'm a damn-buster.

@Catcoatslyxyaz aztec word I can't remember right now, my sister is married to THAT guy.

@thread re: computers, I finally remembered that our first computer was an Epson, do they even make those any more?

I am working on two projects that really interest me. The thing that is cool about changing locations is that you suddenly see what you learned during the last gig. The one is a musical, kind of bland but probably will be better in real life than it is on the page and the CD. It is set in the fifties which means I will spend an inordinate amount of time explaining to people that the natural waist is at the belly button. And that is where people wore their clothes, not down around their pubis. Fifteen years ago it was all about explaining that shoulder seams should sit at the shoulder and not 6 inches above the elbow. God only knows what it will be next. Fashion is a pain in the butt.

As a requirement for TA-ing the biology lab, there is a class I have to take about how to teach a writing-intensive course. In today's class, we covered the peer-review process; apparently, at some point in the bio lab, the students are going to reviewing each others' writing. My job at this point will be to grade these, so I'll be reviewing their reviews.

We did a sample of this in-class. Then the teacher made us exchange them with each other, and for a second I seriously thought he was going to ask us to review each other's review of the fictional undergrads' review.

^ I have had to engage in dumber activity. Was today any better?

@ Meta Four - and then you would have been sucked into a black hole of recursiveness, never to return, endlessly exchanging reviews of reviews.

Ooh! We get to bitch about our significant others? Cool!

I don't really have any complaints at the moment, but I am pretty sure that is a temporary state. Can we also bitch about kids? 'Cause ... well, I don't have any of those complaints on tap, either.

Maybe I'll just give up on complaints. Beautiful day in the Bahamas today. Hot as Hell, with rain coming in sideways, each drop hitting you like a paintball, leaving a welt.

edited 28th Aug '09 3:57:33 AM by FastEddie

Goal: Clear, Concise and Witty

@blackcat: Does this mean in addition to everything else, my hubby is a polygamist?

(I mean besides the one he's in with me and our other hubby.)

edited 28th Aug '09 6:44:38 AM by Catzalcoatl

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Woops. Didn't answer the sub-thread about computers. One of the threads on my first abacus snapped. Does that count? We switched to the silk thread, from the bamboo twine, shortly after that.

Goal: Clear, Concise and Witty

Abaci are pretty cool. It's a shame I don't know how to do anything but add on them.

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Not dumb, just silly in its recursiveness, as Miss Hap pointed out.

The aforementioned class only meets once per week. Today I only have two classes, and the first isn't until 12:25.

edited 28th Aug '09 8:26:44 AM by MetaFour

@Luthen, I have to admit that is an extremely organized approach to laundry.

We use an abacus in the pool room. Sadly, I am getting my ass whupped. My husband carries an 8 average and I have a 6.

I think the bitching about spouses is incidental to establishing a sense of the thread. I like being away from the psychic stink of sweat, hormones and self absorbtion. I like kids that age, but I need a place where I can talk with people about stuff. Even if it is really just an adult version of what the kids are saying.

I have never had a cheese and pickle sandwich before, a friend of mine came back from England raving about them. So I made one with the pickles I made earlier in the week. It's probably not authentic but it is tasty.

@Meta: good luck

@Catcoat or Coatcat: No your husband is not a polygamist outside of your current arrangement, I don't think there are two people on earth who would marry my brother-in-law.

Double Edit: to add stuff so I don't double post

edited 28th Aug '09 8:50:39 AM by blackcat

Actually, I'm kind of over wangsting about my relationship situation. I'll hold out until the end of the year. By that time, we'll have gotten back the first-time home owner tax credit and have the finances under control. If I still feel the way I do now, I'll just make it known that I intend to continue with my obligations and I'd love to remain friends with them, but I just don't want to stay in the relationship anymore. Coming to that realization was actually quite liberating for me; an instant pick-me-up.

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For some reason, this song feels oddly appropriate for the mood in this thread.

月を見るたび思い出せ

I went to help distribute food for homeless people downtown. This week, there were definitely more student volunteers than homeless.

I had a conversation with a girl for a few minutes, and I suddenly realized that she was the sister of one of my friends from the church in my last town.

Saw a guy who had converted a VW Van into a mobile piano-playing room. He parked the van and started playing some rags. Then he got to talking about his life—weird stuff that made me wonder if he was full of crap. He sure complained a lot. He insisted that another homeless guy who was hanging around was deliberately trying to get him sick with his unwashed filthiness (piano-man claimed to have a weakened immune system). He called the police on the guy and that's when I left.