Tuesday, August 19, 2008

lawls

Caught Vicki Pettersson's post from yesterday. Awesomely embarrassing and totally hilarious. It's okay Vicki, we've all had moments like that (though admittedly we all haven't run down the street after the guy yelling in Swenglish! hee!).

Also just wanted to pop in and let you all know that I'm back on track after a 2 week break. I hit my revisions yesterday like the fist of an angry God, and chapter 12 is now polished and pretty! Woo! /excited

In other news, Disney's marketing team produced a major FAIL moment in a truly horrifying-yet-funny underwear debacle. Tsk tsk. Either Disney is hiring clueless employees or they (gasp!) may have a few perverts on their payroll.

Quote of the day:

"It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives."


~Sass~

2 comments:

YesItsTom said...

I has a funneh fer ya Sassee.You think I can do drama? I can't hold a candle to this...lol

BEHOLD in all its awesomeness:

Taken from the CF_Hardcore article in Encyclopedia Dramatica:

RANT TIME Harry Potter book release: don't worry, no spoilers.

Showed up at seven, in full costume for a nine am release. Devoted no? I was one of the few to dress up, and I was the best-dressed. I'm not being vain, I honestly had the most detailed and accurate costume there.

We were told in line, that the best-dressed person in line gets to open the box and have the first Half-Blood Prince book. So, I'm a shoo-in, aren't I?

WRONG.

farking moo brings her bratty sprog in at 8:59am dressed in a generic Kmart cape with stars and glitter and farking gaudy BLAH. Twig for a wand.

OMG WITTLE PWESHUS SO CUTE OMG YOU CAN OPEN THE BOX AND HAVE THIS BOOK YOU CAN'T READ AND *fawning fawning, blatant breederism etc*

THE farkING KID WON'T EVEN REMEMBER THIS. THE BOX OPENING WAS MINE. MIIIIINE.

I wouldn't have minded if someone had said "Oh look Sass, you are best-dressed but would you mind if this land-mine amputee opened the box instead?" I would have said "Absolutely no problem. Go for it." But no. farkING CROTCHDROPPING GETS THE HONOUR. I'm furious. On principle of course, not out of any sense of entitlement. Well yes, entitlement also. But I WORKED FOR IT, I DESERVED IT.

I made an effort. I spent money making an effort. I showed up early. I will remember and treasure this event for ever and eternity. And I'm passed over for an ugly little brat with a sparkly tie. Woo farking woo.

I didn't stab her in the eye with my wand. I WANTED to. I talked about doing so VERY farkING LOUDLY. I was going to eviscerate her mother with the cover of my brand-new copy.

I farking hate breeders and child-lovers. farkING GO TO HELL.

I'm so pissed about this, sorry. It's just that in ten years time, this kid won't remember what she was doing on July 16th 2005. In ten years time, I will be remembering how I was deprived of this nerdly honor by an opportunistic twat breeder and her shiatling. I'm hurt. All my life, nothing has gotten to me more than being deliberately ignored, or passed over. Honestly; that's the sort of thing that can make me cry in public. Or key your car. Or viciously murder you and your family in the heat of frustration and never-ending denial Congratulations breeders, you win.

Edited to add: To all of you who are calling me immature etc, I'd like to add that you make a very good point, but have you considered GO fark YOURSELF? If you're so anal-retentive, go back to the other community and go on with your breeder-humping. Also, to the person who submitted this to fandom_wank, I seriously (no sarcasm) thank you. I've always wanted to be there!

-Teh Raven has quoted

Sassee B said...

You may not start the fire Tom but you do know how to fan the flames into a firestorm the likes of which even SoCal blazes bow to in awe ;)