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There's a storm in my teacup!

Well, in my dollar store mug.

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Old man grumbling.
Grumble grumble.
My hatred in mobile phones has actually been ignorant. I should have devoted my hatred on text messages - and to expand upon this, I despise the fact that it means some very stupid questions can be asked via them. Stuff people wouldn't say over the phone for fear of sounding like a complete idiot to bystanders. From now on, when I get annoyed by stupid questions from people, I'm replying via websites only. I don't think that I want to count the ten-pences Virgin have made out of me offering short responses to inane questions. It'd be fine if these people asked all the questions in one text, but no, drag the responses out, make me suffer, MAKE ME BLEED.

Another thing I dislike is when people I say I'm just like someone or they know someone just like me. Especially when they use a shriek of amusement in the similarity, or point and say "OH MY GAWD YOU'RE JUST LIKE..." and so on. I think this is due to the fact I can still be a little uncomfortable with my persona and anyone just like me deserves my pity, but then that sounds egotistical to offer, especially if they're just like me. Woe is you indeed.

Straws. Used to find them great. Now, I am disheartened by them. Drinks always feel less thirst-quenching when you drink with a straw, it feels. I am amazed at how I sip and drink bit by bit with a glass or a mug or even from a 2 litre bottle, but yet can't get enough when drinking with a straw. It's almost like a conspiracy!

Walkers. They're getting stupid now, with their limited edition crisp flavours. Basil and Tomato? The pretentious twits. Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding? Remember - someone's getting paid for these ideas! Someone's getting paid to test these flavours, to eat these crisps and dictate that they may need "more yorkshire pudding". Next week: savour the prospect of plankton and oilrig flavour.

"He was a lovely kid," being stated to kids who died as Darwin wanted, in stupid circumstances. The obituary for some kid (who was hit by a truck at 4 AM because he'd been running in front of vehicles and throwing eggs at them as they went past) paraded him as the new messiah. He'd better not re-appear. He's someone that would be scrounging for money from everyone else in a few years' time. Good riddance to the bugger.

Dust. It really shows how lazy I am when the dust starts to settle around the room, on the monitor, the television - there's a lot of dust under the Xbox. But the effort of tidying is all I have to muster, dusting alongside it is like suicide to me. And why do we need dust? It's hell for people with allergies. Can't we just send all the dust off into space or outsource it all to Asia, like the call centres.

OUTSOURCING JOBS TO ASIA. The capitalist bastards. I hope international tax laws start to screw these companies over in the very near future.

These darker evenings. I'm going to be working more evenings than usual soon, and I really don't like to suffer the coldness and the darkness. At least the shop has lots of security things, I have the ability to sneak away a minute or two early (just in case) and the clocks change around soon, making days a little lighter soon.

And now I'll write something happier. I just needed a grumble.

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I've always been extremely anti-straw throughout my life. It's very unsatisfying and the drink goes too quickly when you use them. I find if I always have a straw I always need to be holding or touching it and by doing so I feel I need to take sips more often than I normally would.

In conclusion, I'm convinced straws were secretly made so that people will drink faster and so buy seconds and thereby hand off more money to the massive corporations. *nods*

It's getting colder out here now too, and the sun is setting by the time I leave work... it's going to be really fun in another month or so when I'm heading home with nothing but streetlights. ^^;

Well, I'm getting to work at the time the sun goes down. And have nothing but an off licence on the other side of the road open and seeing the shop.

It's... not fun.

I must disagree with you on straws, but maybe thats just cause i drink a lot of water. But straws are saving my poor teeth when i do have fizzies :)
Outsourcing jobs to aisa!! My mum got a call the other day from somewhere in india that was calling on behalf of SAINSBURYS!! Mum got really annoyed cause he was talking what she calls 'pigeon-english' (bugger me if i know what that means). But i heard her from the other room, and she got MAD. O_o;;
I hid.

Pigeon English is asimilar to Engrish. www.engrish.com will be of use to you to find more out about that, if you've not heard much about that before now.

Thanks for the link, i'll check it out as soon as the PC is fixed (it has some virus so i'm being kept off it most of the time >_<)

Hey; I've friended you because I noticed you on myau's friends list and found this post rather entertaining. I second your sentiments about Walkers' odder flavourings, although some are quite nice. I'm also rather miffed about the old outsourcing jobs to Asia thing, especially as this latest round of outsourcing seems to be affecting my region the most.

Anyway, nice to meet you.

Thoughts, one after the other:

I've only paid for a text message once, and that was to send "OMG LOL WTF?" to someone across the room. I think it cost me 10 cents, but it was worth it.

Regarding "you're just like" statements -- for me, the insult lies in the fact that this statement requires a great deal of simplification of my personality. I mention that I like Cowboy Bebop, and now I'm "just like" this other guy because he likes Cowboy Bebop too?

It seems to me one of the most effective ways to insult someone, whether seriously or just as a gentle ribbing, is to simplify them. The easiest way to do this is to predict their response. Show them how easy it is to mimic or encapsulate them. I'm sure you can think of a good example.

After imitating a friend's very quiet mannerisms for a while, he started imitating my random dancey/martial artsy movements. It was so scarily accurate, I just had to curl up into a ball for a while.

Straws are a tradeoff. On the one hand, they seem to prevent you from getting the full drink experience. On the other, they spare your teeth from whatever you're drinking. So. Moving on.

I guess they'll have to start putting warning labels on trucks and eggs now, to keep safe all the other lovely children who enjoy reckless endangerment of both themselves and their targets.

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