some things really grind my gears. it takes a while for things to get to me really, but there are those things that just wear a person down after so long.

A couple of these things would be, Movies that have important conversations so quiet that you need max volume to hear them, while the music and sound effects are so loud that you listen to them from the other room over headphones on the desk at minimum volume. what the fuck people? You want people to see your movie, get the fucking sound right!

Another thing is creeper comments on art I buy. I have regretted getting art of my mates alone or with me because of the creepy bullshit, just ruins the gift. Even worse than that is the creepy comments that have been popping up on submissions of the characters that are supposed to be my daughters. Yes, they are characters, but that's as close to having a family my mate and I can have and quite frankly, if i would stab you for saying that to a kid at all, I would bludgeon you to death for saying it about the girls. They are children, there is no fucking excuse or reason for it. I haven't spoken up out of respect for the artists, but I am genuinely PISSED OFF.

Arizona drivers. None of you fucking morons here know the first thing about driving. I am thoroughly convinced that being able to drive will cause you to lose your license here. And the best part, they blame it on the 'snow birds' WRONG PAL! every dumbass move, every absolutely stupid fuck behavior, has been sporting an ARIZONA plate. Yup, the locals.


This venting session has been brought to you by Raust the Raging Gryphon; if it has to be rage, it has to be gryphon.