Ugh. Ants. They’re everywhere in the house. And not just within the confines of the house; no, that would be far too easy.
They’re in the frakking shi-ahem-house. In the walls. In the foundation.
This is annoying as heck. They get everywhere. They just pick a emergence point and bam instant ant line. Anywhere. I don’t think tenting the house would even do anything if they’re in the foundation…
So… That sucks.
I read emergence point and immedietly thought of Gears of War which gave me a funny image of MK’s house being ransacked by Locust while he’s outside pondering a tent
Stand up and shake my hand, Poofy.
Together, you and I, on this day, have created a new word: deathstyle
Poof, I’d like you to do the honors and demostrate to our viewers how it is used in a sentence.
I’m not really sure that “deathstyle” works either, since pretty much everyone has the same deathstyle: lying around, decomposing, mostly quiet except for the release of gas buildup. :eek:
I think the only reasonable term would be undeathstyle. As in:
“I don’t allow my lack of respiration to hamper my undeathstyle.” 
Good. Good. I’ve got the Webster’s Dictionary people on the phone now. They ready for me to fax them the details of this new word.
More example sentences:
“Keep your fraking wooden stake away from me. You’re gonna cramp my undeathstyle.”
“I’m always carefull to brush my teeth and rinse with mouthwash after I bite a victim’s neck. That’s just all part of a healthy undeathstyle.”
We have to give our zombie brethren and sistren equal due:
“grr aaaaaaaaaaaahrg mmmmm”
Zombie/English Translation = “Vegetarianism is not a valid undeathstyle, in my humble opinion. A steady diet of human meat and organs is an unavoidably necessary part of the reanimation process. Fruits and vegetables simply do not possess the nutritional value required to prevent decomposition and eventual lack of mobility.”
Who knew they were so verbose? 
Graaaaaains!
LOL
Congratulations Poofy and Thot (and even Pike), for the most frakked-up, thread drift of the week!!! Here’s your trophy:
Ooh, the coveted Drifty! 
GoW was the first thing I thought of, actually. Damn things are about as hard to stop as Locust.
I am done with going anywhere outside of my house.
Had to call 911 on one guy tonight and almost had to call on another.
First guy apparently did not understand that we don’t like to play weave you car into other people’s lanes for fun here in Texas (he was from California). He’s the one I called 911 on.
Second guy seems to want strangers to teach his offspring physics lessons in the real world. We are pulling into a parking space at a local strip mall when almost instantly the back passenger door flies open and a kid pops out. My brother slams on the brakes so that we don’t give said physics lessons (we don’t have the proper credentials). As the “mom” gets out of the front passenger door my brother says something to the effect of “you need to tell your children to watch for cars before getting out.” To which she responds, “oh, they are just excited.” (they were going to SubWay)
So, we decide at that point that the whole issue is over. However, they keep turning around as they are walking giving us drop dead looks. When they finally get into the SubWay they are constantly staring back at us trying to kill us with their looks. I give them the “what’s the problem” look (we were headed next door). The “dad” then decides to come over and “discuss” the situation. He pretty much tells us that since we are adults children should not have to watch for two ton cars pulling into a parking spot. After that it pretty much went downhill into accusations of our sexual orientation and threatening to “kick our asses” after he gets his food. We leave at this point and take a very circuitous route home.
This is not mentioning the seeming dozens of other clueless idiots we seemed to encounter journeying to and from our destination that did not involve potential fisticuffs.
So, we are ordering pizza now…hopefully this works out better.
Again, I am never leaving the house again unless I just absolutely have to.
I hate that.
One time I was driving home with my in-laws and my brother-in-law starts some shite (staring and making faces) with the guy next to us. This huckleberry starts following us and screaming out his window. So I turn down a side street and head toward the local precinct. When we pull up in front, he drives away with an exchange of choice words.
When we got home I grabbed my brother-in-law by the throat and said, “If you ever do that again, I’ll drag you outta the car myself.” My wife’s family wasn’t pleased but no one complained.
Steve, if you’d hit the kids, you could have chocked it up to natural selection and called it a day.
It must be road rage day because on my way to work this morning a couple of guys in a beat up car decided to REALLY tailgate me on the already crowded at 7 a.m. Baltimore/Washington Parkway. My reaction to tailgaters is ALWAYS to hit the breaks, which I did. Needless to say, these morons decide to accost me all the way to their exit, EVEN after I let them pass me once I got tired of playing with my life over a couple of POSes. As they merge on the right lane I start coming up next to them on the left, at which point the driver decided to try to knock me off the lane by merging back on the left. That just got me REALLY mad and I just kept pushing my way into the lane anyway, since if he wants to cause an accident he can easily pay my medical bills and buy me a new car. UGH! Fraking drivers. I feel for you, Steve.
(Don’t get me started on my whiny ass students. Conservatory students suck!)
Oh no! My students this semester are really pretty wonderful, I’ll send some happy student karma your way 
Send some of the happy student karma my way please.
They were just angry this week. That was strange since it was homecoming week. This usually causes immature hyperactive fun not anger. I felt like it was a full moon and report card day.
Please do. Or better yet: send me some work ethic for them. I went to a conservatory myself (at least for my undergraduate work) so I thought I was prepared, but I sure wasn’t. UGH!
Wilco 
Thank you. I will tell you if it works Monday.
Life is “teh suck” thanks to my very charming, passive aggressive mother-in-law, who has a way to really ruin a nice Sunday, already precariously on the edge by the email from my department chair who wants to meet tomorrow afternoon to address some “concerns” from my theory II students. And to boot, my wife’s uncle just arrived and I have to either drive HER crazy by doing what I want and staying away from her family, or I have to play act and pretend to want to be around these people for the next two hours.
Frakking hell!