bardic_lady: (envy)
Good afternoon, readers. Concurrent to Princess Bing's declaration of today's not-goodness, I would like to issue a similar proclamation. Today is fired.

I went to have my computer fixed. For those not in the know, my phone fell off my bed and onto my laptop keyboard about seven months ago, breaking off the H key in such a way that it could not be snapped back on. I've been muddling along, typing without the key, but it got old and the little rubber thing that's under the key is showing signs of wear. So, I went to my local Fry's, from whence I acquired my laptop, and where I am a year and a half into a three year warranty. I figured they would say "We order the thingy, we call you when it gets here, it takes two or three days, bada bing bada boom." Ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Instead they said, "The warranty doesn't cover the part. It will be $50 for a new keyboard." I said "Eh...Okay." They said, "It will take six weeks to get here and WE HAVE TO KEEP YOUR COMPUTER." Um...FUCK NO. I said, "Why do you have to keep my computer?" They said, "So we can run tests to see if the problem is the key or the board." I opened the laptop and pointed at the HOLE WHERE THE KEY SHOULD BE and said, "I promise, it's the key." They said, "We need it for the ordering, we can't order a part without holding the computer." I said, "Can I put down a deposit, or pay for the part in advance and have you call me when it comes in?" They said "No, we have no way of charging you until the part is ordered and installed, six weeks. We'll give you a loaner that is only Vista compatible that your programs won't work on." Um...FUCK NO. I said "Can I talk to the manager?" The manager said "It's company policy, can't do anything, whoopsie." I said, "CAN YOU TAKE THE HARD DRIVE OUT OF MY LAPTOP AND PUT IT IN YOUR LOANER?!" They said, "we wouldn't dream of doing that to our precious loaner." This process took five trips in and out of the store because there's no cell reception inside their GIANT ELECTRONICS STORE and I needed to consult with my father. All the while, they talked down to me (and my breasts) and were generally rude and unhelpful. EPIC FAIL.


Fuck this. I'm going to have my adjustment and massage.
bardic_lady: (don't mess with me)
One more and then I'll take a few hours off...

Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus has decided to stop using rings in its show and to incorporate a plot into its performances. I am deeply traumatized by this development. I feel that this is the end of large-scale circus spectacular in this country. The word "Circus" comes from the Latin meaning "ring" and to abolish the ring system is to defeat the origin and heritage of circuses. It is a proud tradtion in circus to offer multiple acts at once and to dazzle the eye with magic in the ring, while assuring the audience of their safety out of it. I am appalled that so venerable an institution would turn its back on over a century of history and efface its unique production style with the widespread traditions of other art forms. This is a betrayal of a precious and dying style of entertainment and I am dismayed and disappointed at its loss.
bardic_lady: (die)
Well, fuck. In a very literal sense.

Whatever happened to "The Internet is for Theatre and Porn"?
bardic_lady: (tear)
It's 2:30am. I'm supposed to be up, perky, and volunteering at the library in five and half hours. I am so not feeling this. I have doubts that I will be asleep any time in the near future.
Cried a bunch, didn't throw things, despite things deserving throwing.
In case I haven't mentioned it previously, my brother is currently involved in massive room cleaning, which began with massive room emptying. Basically the entire contents of my brother's room are in the den, so no one can get to the sofa. The television is completely barricaded, so I haven't watched anything since Monday, and likely won't be able to until at least Sunday. On Sunday, nobody better stop me from sprawling on the sofa for USA's SVU marathon.

I feel like such an evil cranky person...
bardic_lady: (tear)
In the immortal words of Toby Ziegler, "There is literally no one I don't hate right now".

So, I knew my parents were going to Montreal and Wine Country while my brother's at National Jamboree in Virginia in July. And I knew I wasn't going.
I just found out that all three of them are going on a Mexico cruise. Leaving the day I fly back up north. That they've known about since before I got home, but I only just found out about, and that only by accident because my dad was checking their reservation online and yelled something to my mother that I overheard and asked about.

And Comic-Con is looking less and less likely.

And my brother just had the wireless headphones taken away from him and is demanding the speakers back.
bardic_lady: (kick ass take names)
What. The. Fuck.

Why won't let me download fonts anymore? What is this "Browser must have cookies enabled and ad-blockers disabled" stuff? They are. They always are. This wasn't a problem yesterday.

bardic_lady: (shakespeare)
For sweet charity's sake, for the love of all that is or e'er was, WHY is't that modern directors cannot allow the truth and beauty that lies in Shakespeare to live, unblemish'd by preconceived notions of what the work "ought" to be? WHY must we twist Shakespeare to suit our purposes? Rather we should bend ourselves to fit his aims, or not speak his words again. 'Twere better that his art fall into deathly obscurity, than it be tortured by the mad minds of modernists. The very life of Shakespeare lies solely in the text, set on the air new-spoken by performers, butcher the words and thou hast sucked the breathing air from these, the most lovely of all scripts.

I do protest, most vehemently, this vainglorious carnage. 'Tis butchery, treason, blasphemy, rape, murder most foul.

January 2015



I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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