Don't mind me, just need a moment to seethe here?

Won't mention WHICH Meme brought this on, but those who track the thread in question might know the one I mean. Basically, Anon puts out a prompt; it's an interesting kink, and the prompt is fairly specific as to what Anon wants.

Another Anon quickly says they're going to fill the request as an art-fill, and gets it done within a few days. IMO, the pairing is actually depicted as in-character as the kink allows, is funny while still bring hot, got a good bit of what was asked for in, and was done quickly. Others who checked it out agreed. OP!Anon responds to the fill and thanks Fill!Anon, even though it 'wasn't exactly what they wanted, and was a little hard to take seriously'. Whether they intended it that way or not, it came off a little ungrateful.

Now, I've put out prompts in various anon memes, including this one in question, and I've had fills that took a different route than I expected, but I thoroughly enjoyed nonetheless and thanked them for the work they did. I've also had tons of my prompts left to collect dust among the hundreds of others ones, that I would have loved ANY kind of fill for, be it Crack or Angst or even a just a paragraph. It also makes me even more hesitant to do Art-fills for prompts that actually can be DONE as art, as so many prompts tend to be detail/lead-up heavy (and everyone EXPECTS fic, dammit all).

Anon, if you didn't quite mean it the way you did, someone took hours of their time to make something especially for you, while others aren't getting a damn thing; be polite and thank them properly. If you wanted one of the prolific Anon!Authors to take it up, they still could have afterwards, (though you may have shot yourself in the foot with your response.)

And if you want something filled and exactly like your vision, do what I did, and sit down and write it yourself.

...The Internet. It's Serious Business. B(

Just venting over work. Pay no attention unless you want to know why I want to make my boss bend over, just so I can shove my boxcutter up his ass sideways.

( Venting in 3...2...1... )

Boss, I know you don't even want to go on this fully paid, company-wide vacation to Cuba you're going on next week (WHAT.), but I'll take a pay cut if you agree to just...just STAY down there. We can manage just freaking fine without you and your fiancee around every day; I do it everyday, and I know the more sane Managers of the other departments can too.

*goes off to draw to feel better*

"Popular file-sharing website, Megaupload, has been shut down by the federal authorities. Oh, and it turns out its CEO is a music producer. Quite a famous one.

Before we get to the good part, here's the skinny on the takedown. The indictment, which was just unsealed today, accuses Megaupload of breaking anti-piracy laws and claims its pirate-enabling ways have cost copyright holders more than $500 million in lost revenue. According to reports, charges have been laid against seven Megaupload employees - four of which are already in custody in New Zealand. The Department of Justice reckons this is "among the largest criminal copyright cases ever brought by the United States," and listed the coming charges as "racketeering conspiracy, conspiring to commit copyright infringement, conspiring to commit money laundering and two substantive counts of criminal copyright infringement."

Megaupload's side projects, Megavideo, Megapix, Megabox, and yes, even Megaporn have all been taken down as well.

Now, you might recall that Megaupload was having some legal troubles with universal over a bizzare hip-hop video praising the Megupload service. Now the video makes a bit more sense as it turns out it was produced by Megaupload's CEO, who is none other than multi-million selling hip-hop producer Swizz Beatz. Yes, that Swizz Beatz. The one married to Alicia Keys."

source

Hacker group Anonymous is raging and raging hard. They've hit more than a few websites in retaliation to this.

A moment of silence is needed here, perhaps?

One week and a Christmas later, I'm back at home, waiting to go back to work tomorrow. BOOOOO.

So, how did it go? Well, it was kind of up and down....

( fa la la la la... )

I think I've caught a cold though; my throat's been scratchy since Sunday, and now I'm coughing. Of course.

And I didn't get any art/fic done while traveling; I slept through most of both trips, just because of how freaking early the trips were (I was on the move by 6am, both ways). But from the sounds of it I'm not doing anything for New Year's besides working, so I may try something holiday-related this weekend. If not, there's always next year. XD;

...

REALLY?

So apparently my apartment was painted in oil paint. I know because after putting 3 coats of ACRYLIC paint over top, it's peeling like freaking crazy as I remove the tape. >_<

I'm going to touch it up tomorrow, and it is what it is. Even if it looks a little spotty/crappy/ugly in the light. I am NOT buying another can of $40 paint to fix two walls that are peeling anyway.

*NOT. HAPPY.*

And by that, I mean very little sleep. Poor guy gets maybe 4 hours sporadically each night, and it seems I'm going to follow his footsteps. Over the last few years, I've noticed that I keep getting up earlier and earlier; a few minutes here or there.

The last couple months, I've been waking up around 6am every day, be it Wednesday or Saturday. I don't have to leave the house until 9am for work, and going back to sleep doesn't happen for me. Sleeping in doesn't exist, unless I stay up until 1 or 2am, and even then it's only maybe til 9, meaning I just get a normal nights sleep.

NOW I'm waking up at 5:30am. Hoo boy...

Dammit, I know alcohol bugs my stomach. I KNOW this.

I should have stopped at one cooler. Hell, I was GOING to stop at one cooler.

But my softball teammate had got up and bought me another before I could catch him, plus another chip for one, and they were $5 each...

We should be able to use one tag more than once. Using 'stupidity' once is an understatement on this one.

*groans*

So today is Thanksgiving here in Canada, and I'm actually on my way back to my place. I'm thankful there was an Express bus to Toronto, so it'll only be 6 hours on buses instead of 7-8.

I've actually been up north with my family since Thursday afternoon, and we had our family dinner last night. As always, SO MUCH FOOD. Really mom, you need to figure out portions. Really. =_=; We also picked our names for the Secret Santa thing.

My poor sister wound up working all weekend, and couldn't find anyone to take her shift so she missed the dinner last night. She was NOT happy. Christmas dinner is going to be worked around her schedule, as even though she requested Christmas Eve off, there's no guarantees. She's already been stuck working two Xmas Eve's in a row now though, so heads will roll if she's stuck again.

My grandmother...*sigh*. She's still at home, but she looks even worse than the last time I saw her in August. My mom and aunt are getting her into an elderly living apartment next weekend, so at least she'll be able to move around a bit, and sleep in her own bed/bathe in a shower (both are on the second floor of her house, which she can't get up to anymore).

But she can't dress, bathe or cook for herself, and her hand shakes like crazy when she tries to eat. She needs to be in nursing home. But nothing short of a hospital stay is going to get her there now. My aunt is willing to bet that's going to happen by Christmas. I can't disagree with her...

It's hard to see how quickly my grandma deteriorated; 2 years ago, she was still so strong for her age (late 70's) save for a bad shoulder. And watching my 50-something mother already struggling with sore joints and my dad with bad knees...

...how much younger most of the guys at my job are than me. Of course, that doesn't always excuse immaturity, and boy, can they be immature asses at times.

Explanation time.

I was working Wednesday night, and one of my co-workers has a habit of asking questions that I call 'brain breakers'. It's normally impolite and/or meant to instigate ("ie: Do you think X is fat?"), as no matter what you answer, it's twisted into making you feel like you're being rude/wrong. Y'know, kinda in that Hannibal Lector way, minus the cannibalism and slurping. Normally I answer, but walk away when he's gets into obviously word twisting. Normally it makes me a little uncomfortable, but nothing that makes me want to react.

The question of the night on Wednesday?



"Do you think (enter co-worker's name here) is gay?"

From what I gleaned of the conversation before he asked me, he (or someone else) may or may not have asked this co-worker that to his face earlier. In the middle of his shift, when he can't just leave.



WHUT. Really?

It's been a long time since I wanted to punch a co-worker. And since I consider myself a pacifist, that takes a lot to make me want to hit someone.

Instead, all I said was "I think that it doesn't matter, and is none of our business."

Afterwards, what I realized what I SHOULD have said was "I think the question 'do you think X is gay?' has messed with more lives than anyone will ever know, and that you need to pick another topic for your jollies." I tend to think of this stuff after the fact, not during the moment.

While not a member of the LGBT community, this really offended me as a human being; I have both longtime friends and family who are LGBT, and I've heard stories about how trapped that very damn question had made them feel at more than one time in their lives.

Hell, even my straight friends have had problems after someone asking this question to/about them. If they're asked and they say no the 'wrong way', they're lying. If they say yes...

Rumors are so damn easy to start, even after high school.

UGH. Just...UGH.