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Thaes:
My dreams are fairly dull. They are just possibilities of what couldīve happened that day (or the day before that), and they are not even that interesting possibilities!
tania:
communication!
valley_parade:
--- Quote from: yelley on 07 Jun 2008, 23:57 ---yay for shane! please blog all about it tomorrow. or at least tell us in gabbly. ^_^
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Dear blog thread,
She told me to call her around 8ish last night and we'd make plans. She never answered her phone. I called again around 10:15 and left a message. =(
My phone then rang around 11:30, but it was a drunk dude looking for a girl called Kara. No, sorry. That is not me, mate.
DonInKansas:
--- Quote from: Ozymandias on 07 Jun 2008, 10:08 ---Wait, the under 25 rule isn't standard everywhere?
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It's 27 now.
My rant:
I umpire baseball. I love the game, working with kids, and being out on a hot afternoon, but jeezus fuck last night was one of those nights that made me want to jump into the stands and wring someone's neck.
In the 2nd inning, runner on first and the ball is hit to the second baseman. the runner bumps into the second baseman while he is trying to field the ball. My partner calls interference and calls the runner out, ending the inning. Both coaches, who probably had 2 drops of baseball knowledge between them, come out blathering about he was "in the baseline" and "what's he supposed to do?" It gets explained and the coaches are settled down, and we continue. All the while the parents of the offended team are yelling and booing, with one VERY LOUD parent yelling multiple times, "NEXT TIME JUST RUN THE KID OVER AND MAKE IT WORTH IT!" And others were AGREEING with him!
These kids are frigging 10-12 years old! Cripes.
What really made this different was after the game I was grabbing a drink and the kid who got called out for interference was sitting on the bleachers. He waved me over and said, and I quote, "I guess I should have run that kid over, huh." I politely told him that if he had that he would have not only been out for interference, but would have been ejected for malicious contact. He looked up at me like I had just told him the sky was purple with red polka dots.
We wonder why kids grow up to be violent, brain addled kids that would rather sit at home playing video games than being out playing ball until it got dark like I used to when I was a kid. I wouldn't want to play either if I was under that kid of pressure and dealing with adults that didn't know a dugout from their assholes.
I like to hope that when my son and daughter are old enough to play sports that I'll be better. Actually I just hope that when I'm in the parent role I'll have the courage to tell idiotic parents to STFU.
Ladybug:
Shane, that sucks. Sorry. Also, Jens, awesome. The maybe-girlfriend-part, not the scared shitless-part, because I know how sucky that can be.
Today an old friend/someone who I've sort of become friends with by proxy, but don't really like, invited me to the opening of a restaurant/bar/something where she'll apparently start working. While it's nice to be invited, and I sort of feel like I should go and act like a normal human being for once, it's the kind of thing I definitely would not enjoy, and I would feel all sorts of out of place and not have a good time at all. I hate situations like this. I should just tell her that it's not really my kind of thing, but for some reason, I can't, and I'll end up making up some lame excuse, maybe. Blah.
In other news, it's good to be back home for the summer.
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