House Rant #189

WARNING: unnecessary, OTT anger over something small, stupid

FUCK. My coffeething/French Press rolled off the counter and smashed. Fuck. It was two pounds on sale, and I'm not going to be able to find one so cheaply again, or one so nice. I hate broken things: their mess, the waste, the unsalvageability, the sadness of them (the press was a small gift from Katy, and breaking a gift feels like breaking a promise). Why am I so stupidly upset about things, why do I invest so much meaning in trivial, accidental stuff and actions?

This wouldn't happen if people were EVER willing to put away their dishes, or anyone else's, instead of LIVING out of the clean dishes rack, ignoring the fact that we have a full damn kitchen, like pathetic little migratory, scraping animals.

I shouldn't have precariously perched it on the slick counter, true, but I had to do all the left-out dishes and put them in with the others in the caddy and there was no room for more careful placement. I'd already done the dishes, cleaned the counter and swept, and I was putting away all the dishes when poor Frenchie took a flying leap to destruction, and then I had to clean THAT up too. Every time I go away for a few days I come back to the place I spent 9 hours cleaning in the process of slipping back into entropy.

God dammit I hate these people. I don't like their 'Oh I Take Care Of Myself And My Dishes' attitude, which NEVER fucking works in reality-land, and their laziness. It inevitably leads to shit like NEVER emptying the clean dishes caddy, because it's 'not theirs' (as if they can remember what now-clean dishes they last used and put those SPECIFICALLY away) or they just can't be fucked.

God fucking forbid they put away a clean dish, that anyone BUT me bother to. What if it wasn't THEIRS, omg?!?1?!
Fucking.
Children.

You should have to get a public certificate of basic social-domestic competence before you're allowed to live away from your own home and inflict yourself on others.

Not. Even. Sorry.

Braiding Hair Fills Men With Rage

Quoth A Scientist:

"...guys must constantly prove that we are worthy of our "precarious manhood" by going off to slay the savage beast, if someone is watching, but you girls don't have to do anything to prove your womanhood. It came with the cradle."

It's Like Almost Famous, But Not Even Close

Last night Stephen Fry asked if anyone in the audience could define the difference between three specific yiddish insults --and I looked at Katy, thought she would be too embarrassed if I raised my hand, and /bit my tongue off in my mouth/.

NO ONE ELSE IN THE AUDIENCE KNEW. HE HAD TO DO IT HIMSELF BASED OFF ADDMITEDLY INCOMPLETE KNOWLEDGE. HE SAID NEBBISH WHERE HE MEANT SCHLIMAZEL. THE THINGS I SUFFER FOR LOVE. THE THIIIIINGS.

STEPHEN FRY AND I WERE ALMOST JEWFRIENDS!! ALMOST...*

She later said she wouldn't have been that embarrassed. Bah. I will always regret the ONE time I kept my mouth shut.

Also David Mitchel, Bill Bailey and Alan Davies were lovely, and someone else was there, but he was a bit of a git about Americans and not funny or correct enough to justify it. Blah blah, Americans not polite, whiiiinge, mooooooan, lazily Colonial and not terribly apt observaaaaation. Sure earned your panelist fee tonight, pal.

Also there was some factually dodge stuff about FDR, in the way that some QI questions state the point at such an angle (technically true perhaps but over-looking some MAJOR component of the situation that gives it very necessary context) as to almost constitute misinformation. :/ I really *like* QI, and I feel awkward when I catch some largeish faux paux of fact or judgement, because it makes me distrust the rest of the program, especially the bits I don't know a damn thing about.

Still, now over my crippling fear of/intimidation by Stephen Fry/Panel Shows . Feel I can face the former after his somewhat incorrect definition of nebbish (Who doesn't know that? tsk tsk, Stephen, call yourself Jew-ish...) and could perform competently on the later. Katy thinks I could not be Germaine Greer**? Well, maybe not, but if I were held at gunpoint and forced to accept 4,000 pounds for a day's work on a panel-show, it wouldn't be *Jedward* embarrassing.


* I TWEETED HIM THE ANSWER RIGHT AFTER. I HOPE HE KNOOOOOOWS...
** I could be the HELL out of a Less Aussie More American Germaine Greer, fyi. Brb, photoshopping us hanging out together like that Lenin/Stalin BFFs pic...