Videogame nerd, and I always liked the Legacy of Kain games. One of the settings was the Termogent forest, and I liked the way it sounded. The spooky green fires lighting the way were a bonus, too.
Apparently it's based on a real word: termagant. Something Europeans used to call the god they thought Muslims worshiped (presumptuous Europeans, who knew). And then Shakespearean-era playwrights got a hold of it, using it to refer to villains in turbans. It gets better: since men played most of these roles, and said villains wore robes, the audiences started thinking the characters were female, so the word came to mean a quarrelsome, scolding woman.
A bitch, basically. Which I like, because...well I kind of am a bitch. So there ya go, storytime complete.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
UnFUCKINGbelievable
The idiot actually used his one phone call to try and get me to bail him out.
Stupid, stupid fucker.
Stupid, stupid fucker.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
I hate this holiday.
Yes, this is a Valentine's rant. No, it isn't because I hate romance, or commercialization, or because I have a chocolate allergy.
It's because of my ex. You remember me mentioning the restraining order? Well, apparently he got a little too intoxicated and decided to forget about it. And when I say "a little too intoxicated" I mean he was Wasty the fucking Clown. Banging on my door, demanding I let him in, asking for money/cigarettes/sex, the whole deal. At least I think that's what he was shrieking about, it was all drunk and incoherent by the time I opened the door for the police.
I think I'd gone through half a pack of cigarettes by the time they hauled Matt off. I don't know, I was too busy trying to calm the fuck down.
Why the restraining order? Three broken ribs, a concussion, and a sprained wrist and ankle, not to mention the bruises I stopped counting. Matt was an abusive piece of shit, and I can't even understand how I put up with that crap for so long. Although the therapist is certainly helping.
The birds waking me up this morning, not so helpful. It's like they were practicing for Radio City Music Hall or something the way they were carrying on.
I think this is enough ranting, I'm getting upset all over again.
It's because of my ex. You remember me mentioning the restraining order? Well, apparently he got a little too intoxicated and decided to forget about it. And when I say "a little too intoxicated" I mean he was Wasty the fucking Clown. Banging on my door, demanding I let him in, asking for money/cigarettes/sex, the whole deal. At least I think that's what he was shrieking about, it was all drunk and incoherent by the time I opened the door for the police.
I think I'd gone through half a pack of cigarettes by the time they hauled Matt off. I don't know, I was too busy trying to calm the fuck down.
Why the restraining order? Three broken ribs, a concussion, and a sprained wrist and ankle, not to mention the bruises I stopped counting. Matt was an abusive piece of shit, and I can't even understand how I put up with that crap for so long. Although the therapist is certainly helping.
The birds waking me up this morning, not so helpful. It's like they were practicing for Radio City Music Hall or something the way they were carrying on.
I think this is enough ranting, I'm getting upset all over again.
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