The Rabbit Hole

(Trigger warning. I never give trigger warnings, SO BE FUCKING WARNED, ALL RIGHT?)

What the fuck?

No, really: WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!?!


...people do some fucked up shit in war. (Not to mention in the name of God.)

For one second, I was able to peak past the horror and go, "Wow, that is devastatingly effective." Then I went back to being horrified. Whattheshitshitshitshitshit!?!

No, seriously, how fuck can anyone defend Castle Rock v Gonzales? Wow, 7-to-2, too. Colorado, you fucking suck.

I was all set to rant a little about Rush Limbaugh and his racist comments about Colin Powell until I read this. Now I'm just sorta flabbergasted to the point of horrified silence. I hope this woman wins. Goddamn.

(Limbaugh's commentary, it goes without saying, is ignorant and inflammatory. But there is something fucking wrong with his listeners not being revolted by his claims that Powell is a traitor who "owes" the Republicans something. You know, for rescuing a brother's ass and making him general n'shit. 'Cause he wouldn't have been able to do that without Republicans. Do they not know that his honor and dignity was most tarnished by the Republican President who borrowed it to sell a phony war? Probably not. The idiots who listen to Limbaugh can't remember that Obama can't be a secret muslim if he spent twenty years listening to a radical Christian pastor...)

In non-fandom-related news, I went to the local amusement park yesterday. ( Much of this rant is being used (edited) in a formal complaint I'm mailing some time this week. )

I did have an excellent time. I love some of the rides at that park. But until this bullshit stops, I won't go back there. I won't. I won't be nickel-and-dimed to death for the privilege of using their space. They cut prices this year by all of maybe $2 off the normal ticket. And, for this, I had the constant aggravation of running all over so I wouldn't have to carry anything and spending money to store things in the mean time. I'd prefer the upfront charge and have cubby holes on the sides of the damned rides, thank you.

I want to know what fucking ordinance or law or what-have-you went into this misery. If no one made them declare war on patrons who don't think to wear cargo pants to the park, then I want them to know how hugely assholish they are for this. FUCKHOLES.

My family reunion was, aside from my getting no sleep on the day I flew out and having that one really bad hangover from Jack and coke Sunday, pretty awesome. I shadowed my older sister and followed the niece everywhere. All the babies that were babies at my sister's wedding are now like little kids. It's scary how much two of them look just like their dads at young ages. Scary, I tells you.

Coming back was a nightmare, pretty much for all parties involved. My brother and his girlfriend went to the airport around 3-4ish to return their car and catch a 6:30 flight to Reno. Two hours later, when I was finishing up my dinner and heading to my gate for my 9:43 flight, they call me: they were still at the Atlanta airport. You name it, their plane had it going wrong. Wrong plane, plane wouldn't work, gate wouldn't work, changed gate, outright delayed flight, late flight getting in, etc. etc. We hung out until my flight, delayed by a hour, started to board. I called from my seat to find that they were STILL waiting, hopefully to make an 11:30 flight.

I get to Newark forty minutes later than expected and immediately call for the Super Shuttle I booked. They go "Sure, go wait in this area, a bus will come soon." I head out and am immediately called back on my cell. Actually, it seems that there won't be any buses for at least an hour. Oh, and the nearest bus driver is already headed home. No idea how long it would take to turn him around again. So, the point of booking a door-to-door shuttle service is...? Anyone? Bueller?

I ran to catch the AirTrain and one of the very last NJ Transit trains to Penn Station. Took me an hour and a half to get back up to my apartment, which, all things considered, is pretty goddamned impressive for 1:30 am on Monday morning after a holiday. Still, I was pissed off to the point of murder. I now have to check that I got my entire fee refunded to me for that stupid goddamned shuttle. If they try to charge me any sort of cancellation fee, I don't care if it costs me a hundred times more in time and effort and money, I'll get it back. THEY cancelled on ME. AT ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING.

I will say this: Newark AirTrain is staffed with super helpful people. They checked to make sure people were on the right AirTrain. One had the schedule ready for me to see whether I'd make the last NJ Transit train. Thanks to her good suggestion, I dashed downstairs at the terminal to grab my ticket for Penn Station. Since I didn't have to stop, I managed to run right onto the 1:36 am train. If I'd have had to wait another half hour for the 2:06, I might have killed somebody.

In short: HAAAAATE Super Shuttle right about now.