Froyd's Rants

didn’t realize that Fridays could EVER feel like mondays, but I guess there’s something new to learn every week.

between being irritated and being angry. I am constantly irritated. Constantly. You don’t even know. True facts. But do I get angry? I’d say rarely. Irritation has to do with impatience. I’m a very impatient person, one might say, and consequently, I’m very irritated.

I looked up irritated, and impatience is listed right there, with anger OR displeasure. So, then I looked up anger, and saw that “a strong feeling of displeasure and usually of antagonism”.

What brings this on? Well, I worry about how I look to people when I have outbursts, and I worry about how I feel esp. during traffic. Oh man, do I get irritated. I worry that people would peg me as a very angry person…and that troubled me, because I’m not really that mad whenever there are outbursts. I’m IRRITATED for sure, but that irritation certainly lacks that element of antagonism. I mean, driving, I don’t drive up right behind someone who cuts me off and make threatening hand gestures, I just get annoyed.

Long story short, it’s a fine line between irritation and anger, but I’m pretty sure I’m not angry…just irritated.

What brought this on? Constant irritation with one of the tech companies at work. I thought that maybe I shouldn’t be so angry, and then I realized I’m not really angry, just irritated.

Now, you should all be able to sleep better that you realize I’m not angry. Honestly.

since august, I’ve been dealing with an increasingly crappy monitor monitor that I got off craigslist. Looking at it now, over time it got worse and worse. It had always been much more dim than my other monitor, which was a real bummer, because the difference between a bright monitor and a dim one is pretty horrendous, esp. when they’re next to each other.

So, it was getting worse. It wasn’t too blurry in the beginning, but after a while it was horrendous. I couldn’t do an IM’ing on that monitor, I’d have to slide the screens over to the primary so I could read it. It was bad. Yes, yes, not starving-child-in-africa-bad, but I do count my blessings that my problems are so very minor.

Anyhoos, I got a new (read different) monitor yesterday for $30. It’s a Gateway EV910, which is the exact same monitor I had on my very first desktop. It’s fantastic. Bright, clear, everything that the viewsonic monitor was not. I can read on the other monitor now, it’s great. Now that I’ve got the screen stretched across both monitors, they are performing equally as well. It is a huge relief.

Anyway, here’s a picture for you. The other monitor is now on my futon, taking up roughly half of it. I’ll have to run that down to a recycling center this weekend probably.

So last night after bible study we were sitting around discussing little babies. Someone brought up the fact that there are just some plain dagnasty ugly babies (not quite in that language). Someone else asked whether or not the parents knew.

I can’t speak for the ladies, but I’m REASONABLY certain that guys know. They know very well that the baby is dagnasty ugly. But seriously, you think that they’re going to say anything? Not only is it the fruit of his loins (so it’s HIS fault just as much as anyone’s) but with the mother right there…I’d imagine it’d be similar to stepping between a mother bear and her cubs. It’s something no sane person wanting to live longer would say.

But like I said, I’m pretty sure that guys know when their kids are dagnasty ugly. They just know better than to say anything.

As you can see, the pictures below go from beginning to where I am now. It kinda gets better. Sort of. I guess.

to finishing this chapter. I feel the almost overwhelming need to clean my apartment rather than work on the paper.

And trust me, if you see this apartment, you know that this need comes very very rarely. One of the downsides of not having papers due for class, I suppose, is that I never feel that need to clean house when I’m almost done wtih a paper.

It’s all right though, I can (as they say) dig it.

I’m not really sure who says that, but that is immaterial to it being said, as it just was.