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People with Anger Management Issues Shouldn't Ride Public Transportation [Aug. 26th, 2004|05:48 pm]
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[mood |hatefully bemused]
[music |Badly Drawn Boy - Once Around the Block (stuck in my head)]

I'm actually not feeling very Hateful about this incident in a visceral way, just an abstract way. I've managed to keep my sense of morally superior smugness about me.

I boarded the 4:45 northbound Caltrain (which, as usual, was late), quietly bungee'd my bike to the rack, and moved to the back of the car to sit down. I stopped at one of the clusters of 4 seats in a 2+2 (facing each other) configuration, and politely asked the middle-aged, white-collar managerial looking man sitting in the aisle seat to let me by so that I could sit in the forward-facing window seat. He glares. I note that he has his socks up on the seat and his briefcase in the seat next to him, thereby occupying 3 out of the 4 seats. Fine - I fit in only one seat, and it's the one I want (I don't like riding trains backwards, usually).

He verrrrrry sloooooowly removes his feet from the seat and starts slipping them back into his loafers, then kind of jerks his shoulder at the next row of seats and glares at me again. I politely say that I'd like to get by to the window seat. He thrusts his paper down in his lap forcefully, grabs his briefcase, and in a huff (a huff!) moves to the next row, away from me.

I sit down and ask "What's your problem?".
"YOU!!" he growls back, then very aggressively straightens out his newspaper in front of him and makes a show of reading it.

Throughout the 20 minute ride he kept doing that thing with the newspaper where you make a lot of noise flapping the pages around, and glaring at me. Each time he did, I smiled at him, which of course irked him more. I wondered why he was such an ass? Didn't get that promotion? Maybe it was because I'm young & athletic and he was old and flabby-assed?

Meh. Whatever.

When he got up to get off the train, I saw that his ticket was plastered right SMACK in the middle of his butt! It was all I could do not to snicker loudly at him. And it stayed there until he left the station and I lost sight of him.
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The Gates [Jul. 31st, 2004|09:42 pm]
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[mood |a little cracked]
[music |Da Vinci's Notebook - The Gates]

Is this song hateful? I don't know for sure, but it fucking makes me mighty fucking happy, dammit. And it involves tossing a computer off a roof (definitely hateful) and chasing down Bill Gates, who ends up on the lam -- definitely giving voice to some of my hateful thoughts. Works for me!

The Gates (MP3, 3.3MB). Warning, may cause hysterical giggling and mad laughter.

P.S. - see my journal for more on this band, including my new theme song. They are my new heroes.
P.P.S -- pssst, zapevaj, did you find The Jody Grind's CDs?
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Public Transportation Hatred [Jul. 9th, 2004|06:53 pm]
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[mood |gleeful]
[music |NPR is talking about a "pizza farm"]

Any Bostonians in the audience? Truly, this here is a kindred soul.


Oh my God in Heaven...I hate the T with the blinding white energy of a thousand exploding super-novas! If every grain of sand on Crane's Beach had the word "HATE" written on it, it wouldn't equal one tenth of one percent of the hate with which I am hating the T right now. I hate the T with a passion unequaled in the history of hating. Hitler didn't hate the Jews as much as I hate the T. Linguists will have to invent a new word to describe the hate that I'm feeling, because in all of history, no hate has been hated as much as the hate that I have for the T. NEVER! EVER!

The author also used the incredibly awesometastic phrase - "you pathetic gaggle of overpaid fuckmonkeys!!". Ahhhhh, I was missing my evening dose of pure HATE. Now, I am happy.
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Dumb-Ass Murder [Jul. 7th, 2004|09:44 pm]
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[mood |enragedenraged]
[music |Juno Reactor - Samurai]

There are some people in this world whom I would seriously have no problem killing.

Shopper the sea lion shot in head

If I could have a superpower (besides Rockstar, natch), sometimes I wish for telekinesis so that, when confronted with some total and utter fuckwads deserving of DEATH, I could telekinetically sever their spinal cords just below the skull (at the vertebra C1, vicious_wench informs me), leaving them to slowly asphyxiate while they contemplate their sudden & utter paralysis in mounting, futile horror. Maybe I just read too much Stephen King as a child, but that seems rather tasty.

[I should add, I've had this thought more than once while walking down Haight Street. Blech]

I mean seriously -- WTF??
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(no subject) [Jun. 27th, 2004|01:52 pm]
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Wouldn't it be a good idea for livejournal to make it possible to list 'hates' as well as 'interests'?
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I Hate... [Jun. 22nd, 2004|07:31 am]
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[mood |cheerfulcheerful]

...women of "a certain age", invariably driving large Bavarian automobiles, who are oblivious to everything else on the road (i.e. me, on my bicycle) while they gesticulate into their cell phones while driving.

I Love...

....watching them get all apoplectic when I give them the finger.
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most annoying use of LJ *ever* [Jun. 16th, 2004|09:03 pm]
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would be this shit.




bad enough i have too look at all YOUR quiz results/memes; do i HAVE to have the posted to MY journal as well?

apparently i didn't get the thick and rich "irony". would someone explain it to me?

i hate people.
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Evil! [Jun. 16th, 2004|08:46 pm]
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[mood |evil]
[music |Hooverphonic - Plus Profound]

I love these evil people! Oops, I mean H8!
Edited to add: been reading the site, and I think they belong in world_of_dumb, but that doesn't exist.

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World of Hate Update [Jun. 3rd, 2004|10:50 pm]
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[mood |cantankerous]
[music |Mortiis - Parasite God (stuck in my head, thank you MEAT)]

Wherein we reflect upon the unifying power of hatred, and also sneer at a couple of wusses.
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Why I Hate Florida [Jun. 2nd, 2004|10:28 pm]
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[music |The Jody Grind - Hands Of June]

Yes, there's Katherine Harris and her election-fraud-in-freaky-pancake-makeup thing. Yes, there's Jeb. There's those freaky cockroaches which run towards the light instead of away from it. Yes, there's...well, so many reasons. I'm going to airlift my sister out and then nuke the whole God-forsaken state. But all that's not why I hate Florida right now.

I hate Florida because of The Jody Grind.

Now, I don't hate The Jody Grind. I love The Jody Grind. It's hard to express how much I love that band. I have to thank vicious_wench for introducing me to their music more than a decade ago.

Their second album, Lefty's Deceiver[1], is an absolute masterpiece. They had Kelly Hogan, of some note in alt.country circles, on vocals, backed up by sparse electric guitar, acoustic bass, and drums. It's really hard to pick any one track as definitive, but my favorite might be Rickie (mp3, 3.5MB). The Jody Grind were a band that knew how to end a song. Some artists just kind of dick around with the chorus for awhile until they get tired of the song and tell the producer to press the stop button (some of Bob Mould's songs come to mind here). Rickie ends the way a song should, winding you up and getting you ready to hit rewind to do it all again. Put it in a car and play it really, really loud while driving too fast somewhere beautiful with all the windows open. It's enough to give you chills.

Unfortunately, they're no longer around. One night, while touring in Florida, the bass player and drummer took off after a gig to drive halfway across the state at night to attend a church service, of all things, the next morning. Coming over the crest of a hill, the driver of a VW bus coming in the opposite direction had had a little too much too drink and had fallen asleep at the wheel and drifted into the oncoming lane. As is somehow the way with these things, despite the head on collision at a relative velocity of probably 140MPH, the sleeping driver was fine, while the bass player and drummer were dead. The driver got off with something ludicrously light, like community service and a couple of years probation.[2] . Kelly Hogan and Bill Taft (the guitar player) tried to continue making music together but it was too dark and painful to continue, so two albums are all that remain.

I hate Florida.

I HATE Florida.

[1] Don't pay attention to Amazon's listed release date. The CD doesn't have a date on it that I can find, but we were listening to it in 1992.
[2] The details were taken from an interview with Kelly Hogan which has unfortunately disappeared from the web since the time I bookmarked it. I'm still trying to track it down.
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