The annals of conformiousnousness

No, I'm not sure what it means.

Inspired by fearsclave et al. I am cleaning up my LiveJournal, and am now racking my brain trying to remember the LJ name of those people who do reviews.

Looking back at some of my entries, I realised that some of them were decidedly irritating as they were just massive blocks of tests which have since lost both meaning and value. They have accordingly been deleted, except for a few which I actually like and took the time to comment on or integrate into another post. After all, some of them were fun. :)

Nonetheless, as a corporate-drone-in-training I must always strive to avoid the perils of conformosity and toadying to others whose opinions really shouldn't matter to me.

I have no idea where I'm going with this post.


I WANT MY DOORS BACK, DAMMIT!

I got the day off tomorrow from work so I can deal with workmen and whatever so that my back door doesn't actually consist of splinters of wood held together by a stepladder propped up between the wall and the boiler.

The annals of conformiousnousness

No, I'm not sure what it means.

Inspired by fearsclave et al. I am cleaning up my LiveJournal, and am now racking my brain trying to remember the LJ name of those people who do reviews.

Looking back at some of my entries, I realised that some of them were decidedly irritating as they were just massive blocks of tests which have since lost both meaning and value. They have accordingly been deleted, except for a few which I actually like and took the time to comment on or integrate into another post. After all, some of them were fun. :)

Nonetheless, as a corporate-drone-in-training I must always strive to avoid the perils of conformosity and toadying to others whose opinions really shouldn't matter to me.

I have no idea where I'm going with this post.


I WANT MY DOORS BACK, DAMMIT!

I got the day off tomorrow from work so I can deal with workmen and whatever so that my back door doesn't actually consist of splinters of wood held together by a stepladder propped up between the wall and the boiler.

Bad Burglars Bereft of Booty

I wish.

Well, at least they only got away with the television and the computer. They left behind a bunch of valuables (including my camera, a garnet ring and my printer), and a major mess.

I mean, is there any *good* reason to knock over a box of cereal and grind the contents into my carpet?

Not to mention ripping out the screen on my balcony door. It's my private opinion that they were too dumb a) to notice the door led onto the balcony rather than to the street and freedom b) to notice that they could simply turn the handle to open the door.

Somehow, the thought isn't that comforting.

Not to mention that it wouldn't have killed them to close the damned doors. Was it really necessary to make my poor kitten spend two days without food or shelter? He might've been mauled by a stray cat, hit by a car, tormented by schoolchildren, or just gotten hopelessly lost and become an alley cat.

Blah.

I just wanted to rant about it at least once.

If there's any sort of poetic justice in this world they'll drop the television on their foot, mangle their metatarsals and in the process ruin the television and their opportunity to make money. Hah.

...

Well, it was a nice thought while it lasted.

I hope my insurance pays for a new computer. That would be nice. :)

Bad Burglars Bereft of Booty

I wish.

Well, at least they only got away with the television and the computer. They left behind a bunch of valuables (including my camera, a garnet ring and my printer), and a major mess.

I mean, is there any *good* reason to knock over a box of cereal and grind the contents into my carpet?

Not to mention ripping out the screen on my balcony door. It's my private opinion that they were too dumb a) to notice the door led onto the balcony rather than to the street and freedom b) to notice that they could simply turn the handle to open the door.

Somehow, the thought isn't that comforting.

Not to mention that it wouldn't have killed them to close the damned doors. Was it really necessary to make my poor kitten spend two days without food or shelter? He might've been mauled by a stray cat, hit by a car, tormented by schoolchildren, or just gotten hopelessly lost and become an alley cat.

Blah.

I just wanted to rant about it at least once.

If there's any sort of poetic justice in this world they'll drop the television on their foot, mangle their metatarsals and in the process ruin the television and their opportunity to make money. Hah.

...

Well, it was a nice thought while it lasted.

I hope my insurance pays for a new computer. That would be nice. :)