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I got nuthin’
There’s no hockey, and I said I didn’t care, so I can’t bitch.
I actually like my job, so I can’t bitch.
That bow-tied guy from CNN got kicked off to a dark corner of MSNBC, and “Crossfire” got cancelled, so I can’t bitch.
I’m injury free and healthy, so I can’t bitch.
Mapleflot is actually making an effort, so I can’t bitch.
My new home is awesome, so I can’t bitch.
I’m getting schooled in a good way, so I can’t bitch.
My iPod got whacked by stupid sync rules and I should have known better, so I can’t bitch.
I’m taking advantage of travelling and seeing new sites, so I can’t bitch.
Ed Broadbent is exiting politics for a truly honorable reason after a great comeback, so I can’t bitch.
I’m legal to work anywhere I want, so I can’t bitch.
I don’t drive a whole lot, and gas prices really don’t affect me, so I can’t bitch.
My dad is trying before calling, so I can’t bitch.
My friends are all really cool, sent me birthday greetings, and make me happy, so I can’t bitch.
My government is acting so stupidly, I could bitch, but I couldn’t do their stupidity justice.
I got nuthin’. Who’s got a rant, and does this mean I lose my sainthood?
Kev Needham
May 17, 2005
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May 17th, 2005 at 10:18 pm
Dude - I quit my job like, 3 years ago. Just give it time. After a while, you can rant vociferously about the lack of head retention on your morning latte.
May 18th, 2005 at 9:06 am
Yeah, but there was some serious mental blockage this time around. Anything I wanted to bitch about just seemed so asinine. Normally that doesn’t stop me, but jeez…
Did you know that everyone here is completely oblivious to our government shenanigans? It’s almost funny.
May 18th, 2005 at 10:05 am
Dude.. everyone here is completely oblivious to the great white north!
May 18th, 2005 at 10:13 am
Back to the ‘nothing to rant about’ topic.
I got to the Ship last night at 6:20pm and didn’t get my beer until 7:00pm. That’s a record. My food came at 6:40pm - before my beer.
May 18th, 2005 at 12:49 pm
I can’t bitch either. In fact my first time on the pode several weeks ago discussed the death of courtesy…well it’s not completely dead. I recently went for lunch at the Taco Time Cantina downtown and the line up was long. There were 2 people immediately in front of me chatting away when 2 friends walked up. There were 10 people behind me. One of the 2 newcomers just joined his friends in the lineup assuming it was perfectly ok to butt in. The other fellow took one look at the line behind his friends and kindly asked if it would be ok to join his friends. I was in a poor mood and with a look of disgust on my face said that because he was polite enough to ask: go ahead. I haven’t completely given up on courtesy. However that’s not the end of the story. 10 min later as I was attempting to pay for my lunch the cashier said that’s ok it’s paid for. Dumbfounded I looked at him in that curious way dogs do when they tilt their head to the side and look so humanly puzzled. The cashier iterated that the gentleman before me paid for it. I said thank you. I walked out of the restaurant scanning the room for the giver of goodwill. I couldn’t recognize him, but I nodded in appreciation in the general direction of a person I thought paid for my lunch. I walked back to the office with a smile. Courtesy isn’t dead: just hiding. I can’t bitch either.
May 18th, 2005 at 4:24 pm
When do I start?
I got lots to bitch about…
May 19th, 2005 at 5:06 pm
Doth my eyes deceive me? Oh mister Kev, it is time to take thee to task. Ok, enough of this faux-renaissance faire language. Just because there is nothing particularly wrong with one’s life hardly means there is no reason to rant. Let’s face facts here, we live in pretty comfy surroundings here in the Northern Americas and we can hardly justify most of our rantings as being anything greater than the pedantic whinings of the overstimulated. In fact, the very fact that folks like us (and I realize I’m being awfully generous comparing myself to you) have time enough to ponder the idiocy of the world around us means that our ranting is nothing more than the bleatings of the privileged. This never really stopped us before. There was something deep in our guts that sunk its spines into our small intestine and writhed until we spouted forth great heapings of blasphemous bile. Either that or ulcers. Bourbon has a funny way of causing the same reaction, except the bile isn’t so much blasphemous as it is simply acidic. Sorry, something shiny must have flashed in front of my eyes, for I am distracted. Anyway, it’s not so much that things are good and happy in our little worlds that causes one to run low on the ranting fuel, it’s the booze. So much booze. So content to lock myself in my room with a case of homebrew, a bottle of bourbon and Talk Radio on endless repeat on the DVD player. Wait a moment. Nothing I’ve just written has any merit. Didn’t you cut way back on the sauce? Plus, I haven’t updated my site in 2 months. I’M A HYPOCRITE! Where’s my bourbon? I feel a rant coming on…no, that’s just ulcers. HI KEV!
May 23rd, 2005 at 11:26 am
“the pedantic whinings of the overstimulated.”
I’m hurt.
May 23rd, 2005 at 3:03 pm
The “bleatings of the privileged” comment didn’t bother you? :) Don’t take me too seriously (if indeed, you were) for I am mostly indicting myself and my occasional updates to Packingheat. As my link to your site on my new, and oh-so-pathetic, blog (purposefully unlinked) reads (on mouseover): “Fresh Every Tuesday: smarter, funnier and more entertaining than me”.
May 24th, 2005 at 8:52 am
Actually, I like that. “pintday.org: The pedantic whinings of the overstimulated.”
I think it makes for a good tagline.