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Oct. 11th, 2012 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeStill working on the German translation here, so I won't toss that up just yet, but right now I just had to scream about this on the internet. Because oh my fucking god. Apparently the Republicans were screaming so hard about Obama not securing our diplomats in Libya well enough (despite the fact that apparently their funding was cut because of said screaming Republicans) that they decided they would hold a televised public hearing on the subject. Thereby causing a bunch of documents to go into this televised public hearing about classified material. At which point, to add insult to injury, once they realize this is going on one of the Congresscritters stands up and says POINT OF ORDER THAT'S CLASSIFIED MATERIAL WOT. Yes, because the immediate solution to your problem is to point at something and say that's classified. This is why your personnel die, folks. Because you fuckheads put classified material all over CNN, MSNBC, whoever else was at that press conference. This is not the movies. You cannot stand up there and go "Yeah, I'm Iron Man" and not have some serious consequences. And none of you are as cool as Robert Downey Jr.
My god. And I say Republicans because it seems to mostly be Republicans, but generally I want to strangle each and every Congresscritter that was involved in making this a public hearing about a clusterfuck in a sensitive area before they screened all the goddamn information. Excuse me, I have to go calm myself by looking at half-nude Sasha Roiz right now.
Ahh, that's better. Yeah, so far the Romney thing has cut short our shipping day by about 2/3, so anything anyone wants to ship today isn't going any damn where. This is annoying enough when it happens because of Bele Chere, but there are probably half a dozen better places for Romney to have come to speak. He didn't have to snarl half of fucking downtown... well, no, probably most of downtown. To do it. Asshole. Assholes, plural, whoever scheduled the damn thing here.
Work, work, work to do. Going to Home Depot over the weekend for plants, checking by the house hopefully Friday to see how much they've gotten done. I am so excited about this, you guys, you have no idea. In about four weeks we'll be able to move into the house 'cause the leak will be fixed and the heat will be up and we'll be able to slowly furnish the place, and it will be all of the awesome. I will roll around in the house and spend the rest of my days comfortably nestled there. Because that house. I cannot begin to tell you. Actually in about four weeks we'll be able to finish moving into the house, we've already moved a fair bit of our stuff there. I need to do some of that this weekend, too, packing shit. Probably my mini painting stuff going next, the rest of the craft room, some other miscellaneous things. I AM SO EXCITED YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS, I AM SO HAPPY.
Right. Back to translating, filing, line edits, things, stuff, work of all kinds. Hopefully getting out of downtown will be as easy as coming in was. Hopefully. I don't think anyone's going to either let me get close enough to Romney to hit him or point out the campaign staffers who are responsible for this boneheadedly inconsiderate decision so I can hit them instead.
My god. And I say Republicans because it seems to mostly be Republicans, but generally I want to strangle each and every Congresscritter that was involved in making this a public hearing about a clusterfuck in a sensitive area before they screened all the goddamn information. Excuse me, I have to go calm myself by looking at half-nude Sasha Roiz right now.
Ahh, that's better. Yeah, so far the Romney thing has cut short our shipping day by about 2/3, so anything anyone wants to ship today isn't going any damn where. This is annoying enough when it happens because of Bele Chere, but there are probably half a dozen better places for Romney to have come to speak. He didn't have to snarl half of fucking downtown... well, no, probably most of downtown. To do it. Asshole. Assholes, plural, whoever scheduled the damn thing here.
Work, work, work to do. Going to Home Depot over the weekend for plants, checking by the house hopefully Friday to see how much they've gotten done. I am so excited about this, you guys, you have no idea. In about four weeks we'll be able to move into the house 'cause the leak will be fixed and the heat will be up and we'll be able to slowly furnish the place, and it will be all of the awesome. I will roll around in the house and spend the rest of my days comfortably nestled there. Because that house. I cannot begin to tell you. Actually in about four weeks we'll be able to finish moving into the house, we've already moved a fair bit of our stuff there. I need to do some of that this weekend, too, packing shit. Probably my mini painting stuff going next, the rest of the craft room, some other miscellaneous things. I AM SO EXCITED YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS, I AM SO HAPPY.
Right. Back to translating, filing, line edits, things, stuff, work of all kinds. Hopefully getting out of downtown will be as easy as coming in was. Hopefully. I don't think anyone's going to either let me get close enough to Romney to hit him or point out the campaign staffers who are responsible for this boneheadedly inconsiderate decision so I can hit them instead.