There's not enough bitching

[Dracos]

Attempting to find some point in TIME in which PS3 build runs to test my software against it has become an ordeal.  The Present is clearly lost, so I am now traveling through time to back when we shipped a product under the vague hope that there will be something that compiles there.

One day there was a PS3 build.  Somewhere.

Goddamn testing.

[Brian]

Dispatching friendbot to assist.

[Brian]

Jon tried to send me something, but the Post Office didn't seem quite up to the task.

[Dracos]

That was pretty lame.

[Iron Dragoon]

I just rode 7 hours on my motorcycle with the stock seat.

My rear end and lower back are f'ning destroyed. I hurt. Badly.

On the up side, my new, awesomer seat should arrive in two weeks.

[Anastasia]

Damn Iddy. Hope you don't need to ride it for a few days.

[Iron Dragoon]

A night of rest got me feeling pretty good again. But damn, that seat is a POS.

[Brian]

I'm still working at least one day a weekend, work is generally very crappy, I'm exhausted, the drivers on the road were especially dangerous with their entitlement today (no, just holding up a hand palm out does not mean it's okay that you almost t-boned me illegally running a stopsign, and still didn't actually stop), it's hot, and I had to my lower wire replaced with a stronger gauge.

None of which is as miserable as screwing up my last attempt at writing.

bleah

[Anastasia]

It's rained all damn day, plus I never managed to go out and do what I needed to get done. Arghfuckle.

[Anastasia]

I hate selling things on Craigslist so much.

[Brian]

Every so often, someone you trusted reveals they aren't trustworthy.

I can handle someone disagreeing with me, but not lying to me about it in private (agreeing), only to publicly deride me about it later.

Another brotrayal....

[Dracos]

Mondays.

Whether Early.  Whether Late.

It doesn't matter.  The Fire Will Be Burning.

[Brian]

Brand new hip flask leaks.

I now have no vinegar to drink, but smell like I do. :|

Irritation.

[Anastasia]

I hate people who flake on Craigslist with a fiery passion. If you change your mind, at least fucking toss me an email.

[Brian]

I got my conditioner mixed up with a similarly-colored bottle of shampoo.

Spent around 40 minutes tearing hair out with a brush trying to get it to the point where I could even braid it before I realized, and then had to wash my hair again.  I was seriously considering cutting off about two feet of hair to defeat the impossitangles.

I cannot fathom the idea of people with long hair who say they wash it only once a week, or less.