HOUSE OF RAGE!!! - 12/26

[Bordick]

BORDICK's
HOUSE OF RAGE



FRIDAY DECEMBER 26TH

My family. I can't under stand it. They can't get why I just would rather be alone not spend christmas with them. I have nothing against them. I see them all the time time...there just isn't a point. Christmas Eve I get a phone call from my brother on Long Island who chews my ear off for not going to my sister's house Christmas Morning. I told him Frankly I don't wanna get up at 7 o'clock in the morning. Other than me and my brother/roommate, my other brothers and sister have kids. So they're are immersed in "family activity". Christmas Eve I had no choice but to spend it with my mother, stepfather, and stepfather...listening to them talk about places I haven't gone, people I don't know, making cheesy jokes. At my Sister's....jokes were made too, but both Christmas Eve & Day my family took it upon themselves to have their jokes be circled around me. What because I have a sense of humour I can take it? WHAT THE ****?!!!! Granted, I'm the youngest....getting picked on comes with the territory, yeah...if it was 15 years ago!!!! So what, I'm not married with kids yet. So what I'm not on a proper "career path", so what I choose to do what I want to do. The nly thing I'm good for is to entertain the kids at the kiddie table and spit out mvie titles when they're in a conversation saying "What was that movie with the guy and he had this gun then this watermelon blew up? Yo....<*Bordick*>...what movie was that?" Politely I'm like The Jackyl. I ****ING HATE IT!! Next year, **** it. I'm not going anywhere. I came home at 2 PM from my sisters and weant to sleep. Here I am the day after, newly woken....loathing Christmas. Call me a moron, call me names. I'm just sick to ****ing death with it.


Happy New Year,
Bordick


Week #2 of the Holiday free-for-all......Go Crazy!!

[Arctic]

So, the average travel time needed to fly from Nome, Alaska to Washington D.C. is 16 to 18 hours. that usually includes about 4-6 hours of lay over time. this is a lot of time to spend in an airport/airplane.

i went to DC to visit family for christmas. this in itself is no easy thing. i also caught some nasty flu thing there. but anyway, i left saturday morning at 9 to head home. direct flight from DC to Anchorage, first class. piece of cake right? the plane stops in seattle and the flight attendants inform everyone that the flight schedule for the current plane has been changed such that everyone needs to deplane and find their new plane. fine. the new plane is on the other side of the airport. fine. joyous travel. we get to the gate, and half an hour later the gate is changed to one back near the first gate. happy thoughts. we eventually board, and the plane backs away from the gate. then it stops. and we sit there for half an hour. then the pilot says he can't start one of the generators so we need to return to the gate. flight attendant informs us that all flights to Anchorage are full and we may have to stay the night. yay.

Twenty minutes later and we are gauranteed to miss the last flight that day from Anchorage to Nome. twenty more minutes later, the plane is fixed and backing away from the gate again.

we arrive in Anchorage, having missed the Nome flight, and get hotel and food vouchers. the hotel, of course, sucks.

We have three huge duffle bags to haul everywhere, having nearly cleaned out my folks basement of all objects relating to my childhood, as well as toting along random christmas gifts. luggage is great fun. luggage cart prices are up incidently, now instead of $1 they're $3.

we go to check in at 7 the next morning. Uber nazi bitch is there to greet us. how many bags are we checking? 3 we say. no, 4 she says. that carryon is too oddly shaped, you'll have to check it here. i've had it as a carryon from DC I say. Well, we do things by the book here in Anchorage, I don't know what those DC people were thinking, she says, so that's 4 checked bags? 3, i say, i'll take the stuff out of this one. what's in there she asks. Dried flowers. could you show them to me please? look all you want bitch. Hrmph she says. you'll have to fit those other carryons into that extrordinarily small pretend metal carryon space there, she says, the carryon space on the plane to Nome is extra small. Bullshit. like i've never flown to nome. both carryons fit, though snugly. one is a pain to get out. you may have to check that one at the gate she says. fine i say. i never have and never will. this piece of luggage is .8 pounds over the weight limit, she says, and i shouldn't let you take it. i can switch some items to the other bag i offer. no. it's only .8 pounds. i'll let it slide she says with a big smile. oh she's too nice.

we get to our gate. wait an hour. it's time to board. announcement says the flight has been switched to another gate in another concourse, with a separate security check. we go through security. security nabs my husband for not taking off his metal-less shoes.

We board the plane, dried flowers still in box. box fits fine. bags have plenty of room. things look good. we take off. Pilot says there's a blizzard in Nome, just so we know. We get to within 40 miles of Nome and the flight is diverted due to bad weather. nothing like a six hour joyride on a plane to lift the spirits.

tomorrow we make another attempt at 6 AM, though there's no gaurantee that the weather will have improved.

grrr.

[Valkary]

Bordrick, next time make up storys of all the women you sleep with these days and ask your family about thier sex lives. that usually changes the focus from the black sheep no kids brother (voice of experience)

Arctic, too bad I didn't know. I woulda driven out to the arirport and met you for drinks or somethin. Ah well, maybe next time!

[Bordick]

Originally posted by Valkary
Bordrick, next time make up storys of all the women you sleep with these days and ask your family about thier sex lives. that usually changes the focus from the black sheep no kids brother (voice of experience)

'fraid I can't do that. I would be shunned from the family...........which means no more invitations to open bar events.

[crappertay]

Rage time;

Friends who can't make up their ****ing minds what they want to do for New Years, ending up doing nothing coz they're too busy still working out what they want to do, thus leaving me with a crate of beer and without a party to go to.

They might have decided on quiet nights in alone all round but dammit I WANNA PARTY!!!!!!

[Bluntchop]

You know what? I think I'll just bitch a bit after all...

I hate people downloading movies from the internet. They should be shot, cheap ass mother****ers. Especially if they download movies I haven't seen. Especially if those movies happen to be new horror films I haven't watched yet.
It's like, every ****ing idiot at work has already seen Freddy Vs Jason and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre remake before I did.
Makes me even look more like an ****ing idiot.
So they always come to me at work, knowing that I'm the horror geek, telling me plots and stuff, whining like little bitches about how oh-so-bad and boring those movies are while praising stuff like S.W.A.T. and BIKER BOYZ as the best films they ever seen.
And I'm like ... steaming. Ready to explode. There's like, literally steam coming out of my nostrils.
So yeah, I don't give a flying **** if those movies are bad and don't you dare telling me I haven't missed anything anyways!
I could go to the theaters and watch FvJ and TCM03 but I wanna see my films in ****ing English & uncensored ... plus, I don't have a multiplex right around the corner so there you go!
And I'm sure as hell am not downloading them. I'm no thief and I don't support that stealing shit.
I rather wait a couple months once they hit DVD and enjoy them in superb quality and the rest of the world can kiss my ass.
Criminal ass downloading mother****ers. I hate you. I hope the FBI throws your sorry ass into jail.

There. I feel much better now