FUCK THE GRAMMY's ......alright? you here that people....fuck the grammy's. fuck most of the no talent fuckers who showed up. To all the gabbies around the office: I DON'T CARE WHAT JAILBAIT CHRISTINE AGUWAUGAGA WAS WEARING, I DON'T CARE HOW MANY GRAMMY"S KID COCK WON...OK? I DON'T CARE and furthermore i don't see why everyone has this compelling need to tune in and watch this media circus.......why is this worth your time? You should demand you time back. Thats three hours from your life that could have meant something....... The flakey girlfriend of my wife's who annoys me so. Ok so we met this girl, native californian, she did some modeling for me. Ok? great fun supper. She drives me up th wall with words like "guac", translate guacamole or "parm" trans- parmigian cheese. I don't get it. She flakes out on my wife's birthday party, has flaked on me and us on numerous engagements, either photo shoot or evenings out (an di mean numerous). At this point, now that i have "paid her " with her prints, she is off my back. Out of my life. If my wife weren't friends with her. My wife agrees witheverything i say about her, but when they are together it's peaches and cream. Girl talk, I was supposed to be in the darkroom during her visit, but class was canceled (THE PROF WAS SHOOTING THE GRAMMYS GOD DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!) So here i am at, home, quietly working before the company comes. hell the wife isn't home yet. working furiously and happily finishing spotting her print and matting it. lalalalalal happy happy happy. GUESS who shows up a half-hour early???Ms fuck-me-in-the-ass-annoying. Moreover, she is dressed like an IRS employee and i have inate fear of being audited, she looked like one of those inherently bitchy women, the scowl and the grey business suit. Oh hell she works in a lawyers office, she can't help it i suppose. Nonetheless when the wife comes home, she is happy, "ahhh haaayyyy hoooow are yoooouuu?? I am fiiinneee goooood to see youuuuuuu" (why do women exagerate words like that at times?). Oivey i think. Ok, i am just gonna finish this print and escape to the computer to blow up shit on one of many games i have. come to find out my wife was really annoyed she showed up early, but did this message get sent to ms annoying? no, did ms annoying have any clue how ANNOYING she was by showing up over a hlf hour early? when was it revealed, today. So anyway, times goes one, they gab and gab and gab about seemingly trivial things, but they speak with such passion. I talk with my wife about how annoying it was and about how it reminded me of when my grandmother would have over one of her chatty ladies from the salon once a week for snacks and tea. and they would sit in the parlour and talk and talk and talk and talk. Whenever I saw the car, i knew to dodge the parlor for fear of being swamped with mundane conversation and frankly, bald face lying. My wife says women have a need to support each other, even on trivial things, things that don't really matter but add up to good friendships. example.....girl 1-"did you see my new necklace? you like it?" girl 2- "ohhh it's beautiful.....where did you get it...? I love it!" what girl 2 is really thinking but would never really reveal....."god i would never wear that, oh she got it there, i will know to dodge that place next time..." why do girls blow this smoke up their asses so much? what is this need? I don't get it. I hav been told i can bee too honest. i have many people feeling because i spoke my mind. I don't get it. One timein aprticular, Ms annoying was flaking on a photo shoot, she was on the phone gabbing about how and why and whatever. She said, "you think i am a flake don't you", i said "YES!". She seemed so shocked and then went into denial, "No im not, i just don....." back to the how and the why, she totally didn't expect me to say that, but why lie? whats the point? of course she is a flake and she sould know this, and she should know people get annoyed by it, and when she comes around and needs for them for one reason or another, shit can come back and bite you in the ass. anyway the wife gets a phone call from Hong Kong, business, not unusual at 8pm. i am sitting there feeding the cats. Ms annoying starts talking to me. i feel obliged to help her out since the wife is one the phone. ms annoying-"does she get calls like this alot?" me- "yes" ms annoying-"how does it make you feel?" me-"it's irritating, usually she turns the cell phone off, she must have forgot" ..........and she goes onwith this Q&A. the thing is, i doubt she really cares. what is the big fucking deal.......why must she put up this facade? why is she and so many other women i have met and know put up this facade? fuck it, this rant is not looking for a reponse, no need to address anything directly. feel free, but i am not necessarily looking for answers. thank you goodmorning! .

sorry for the mispellings and any incontinuity. i am really irritable and i wrote that at the speed of light

speed kills.

Speed doesn't kill, people do.

Oh right, what you would you know? All you guys are a bunch of basement carboard rocket makers. What do you know about speed other than sending your plastic 6" CO2 powered hobby 50ft into the air with a trash bag parachute. Get a life! Get out of your parents basements!

I don't have a basement. I'm stupid because I live in a rental apartment even though I can afford to buy.

Houses in New Zealand dont even have basements. Uh not that I'm a guy. Just making conversation. Which is probably what ms flake was doing with u Patrick when wifey was on the phone. We women do that sometimes.

If you want to know why women talk so much you should read "Why Men Don't Listen and Women Can't Read Maps" by Alan Pease (the body language expert). Although I can read maps!

i don't talk a lot which is actually a problem for me (who can't read a map?)

You'd be suprised at how many soldiers can't.

I can read maps and rarely speak. I hated the Grammys. I hate all events like that. And I _really_ hate Santana. So much, in fact, that it makes me violent.

Why? The thing i hate about the grammies is that it's only in the categories that only get briefly mentioned that deserving artists win, like in the folk categories and this year, in the Reggae category. fucking Metallica got a grammy for best hard rock performance for "Whiskey in a Jar"! They have turned into Jethro Tull. That version sucks a recently felched bowl of monkey sperm. I have to agree with the Chili Peppers winning Best Song, though.

i disagree with the whole damn thing. for the most part , they are recognizing who sold the most albums, whether they state it or not. The whole damn thing is a joke, and cannot be taken with a grain of salt. What does this award mean? Who decided who gets what? Best song, album, beaver shot on MTV...compared to......what?????

I agree, Patrick. I wouldn't have even payed attention to them, but they were plastered across the front page of my paper.

Well, you have to really look at the awards in categories other than pop and country music, and you see deserving artists getting the awards. Because they sell albums based on the audio quality, not on how many internet porn sites claim to have naked pictures of you. ( soon, one will have pics of everyone here, so if you ARE thinking about becoming the next teen pop idol, your foot's in the door!)

Patrick: I can only speak for myself/but sometimes/in social settings when I am forced to interact w/women I don't know very well/don't like very much/or both of the above/I resort to Social Shorthand. That is to say/when some annoying chick is standing next to me chatting w/her friend & doing that thing strangers sometimes do (when in line at the bar or the movies/etc.)of talking to whomever their w/but including bystanders in their conversation thru body language/eye contact/etc. & I want to avoid appearing aloof or mysterious (people have often told me that they perceive me as 'mysterious' -- prolly becuz I read in bars & restuarants) I do a quick scan of the person speaking & comment on something she is wearing. It's easy to do/esp. when you're in a setting where everyone's dressed up. The chick w/the 2-carat floating diamond hanging on her throat obviously wants her jewelry to be noticed. The woman w/the Badgley Mischka dress w/the 4-figure price tag certainly wants people to notice her dress. So I compliment them on something they're wearing/which gives me a chance to say something/so as not to be perceived as snooty or too intimidated to speak. And they always have a story to tell abt how they acquired that item/etc. Then I can let them blabber & not have to waste my breath. I'd be content to just stand there in silence & observe. But in a culture where everyone is supposed to be a fucking chatterbox at social gatherings/people can take that as being anti-social. Or if I'm surrounded by women w/kids/I just ask abt one of their children & they're off on a rant. Guys do a similar thing by talking abt sports when they're surrounded by strangers. It offers up a level playing field/so to speak/becuz almost any man can say something abt some sport or athlete that everybody knows. I've learned the hard way that bringing up the latest police shooting of an innocent Black man/or any issues dealing w/race or politics in general/is usually not a good idea when I'm out among strangers. But sometimes/ya gotta go/so you stick to talking abt the shallow stuff. Face it -- being married/or part of a couple/means having to put up w/yr S.O's idiot friends & relatives sometimes. You can't be rude to them. You can't tell them what you really think of them/becuz if you alienate them yr mate might get pissed. And when they're airheads/you can't have any meaningful discussion w/them abt anything. You you do the Social Shorthand thing/leave early if you're at their house/or pray they leave early if they're at yours. -------------------------------------------------- So the Grammy's were a bore. Izzat news? They're not even a good fashion show/becuz people in the music biz -- male & female -- are generally lousy dressers. (Plus/nobody loans out really fab gems for the Grammys.) But I really enjoyed seeing Santana get his props after so many years. He's a musician's mucisian's. He bought out the best in artists I hadn't had a lot of respect for in the past (like Rob Thomas). And best of all/ 'Supernatural' was a collaboration that included folks from a variety of different races & cultures/all jamming together. Which is something quite rare in popular music today.