Category Archives: Bitching

I bitch a lot.

Restroom Encounters: Red Robin

For some strange reason, I’ve had some interesting things happen to me in public restrooms, and none of the sexy variety. Just strange. If any of you follow Twindaddy’s blog (which is gone, and I am sad), I once posted a story there about an experience I had at a Hooter’s, and since his blog is no longer there, I’ll repost the story here some time. A few strange moments happened there, in the restroom, and ever since then I’ve had some other random, crazy experiences in restrooms.

Here’s a new one. Just happened to me.

My wife and I were out tonight running some errands, and suddenly I had to pee. We were near a mall and a ton of shopping centers and stores. I was about to pull into a gas station to use their bathroom when I remembered there was a Red Robin up ahead of the gas station, attached to the mall. In order to eat there you have to go to their entrance from inside the mall, but they have a “rear” door where you can get in directly from the parking lot. Just off of that entrance are the bathrooms. You don’t even have to really enter the restaurant in order to use their bathrooms.

I decided to go there instead, because they always keep their bathrooms nicer than BP’s do.

I got lucky and found a parking spot real close to the entrance. I went in and entered the bathroom. There were one or two urinals and two stalls. As I went towards the stall at the back of the bathroom (cause I always use a stall) I noticed there was a guy standing at a urinal. I didn’t look right at him, just caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. Because I just got that corner of the eye glimpse at him, I’m only just kind of sure that I saw him turn to look at me as I went by.

Now, this is exactly why I go to stalls. Because I need a bit of privacy when I go to the bathroom. Remember how paranoid I am? Well, I need privacy in the fucking bathroom. I don’t need there to be people behind me watching me pee into a toilet hanging off the wall.

That, and, this guy.
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Me, Interrupted

There’s nothing quite like not being heard. And a great way to tell someone you’re not listening to them, or that you have no care as to what they’ve got to say, is to interrupt them while they’re speaking, and not be polite enough to say something to the effect of “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

Every parent tries to teach their kids not to interrupt, or at least they should. That’s the parents’ way of saying they don’t care what the kids have to say, but to be honest, no parent really cares what nonsense their kids have to say. The lucky thing is, it’s also a good way to teach them not to interrupt, because interrupting someone is rude.

I know a lot of people who love to talk, for whatever reason. I can only guess that they love to talk because they don’t get much of a chance to talk otherwise. Whether they have nobody to talk to, or they have tons of people in their lives who don’t care what they have to say, I don’t know. My dad is one of them, and I know that he just loves to talk, but he also has nobody to talk to.

It’s actually my dad’s life force. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been hanging out with him and he’s been talking away. And then one guy shows up he doesn’t really care for, so he stops talking, and he literally falls asleep minutes after not talking.
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Ohio’s Issue 3

Coming up next month will be a historic time for Ohio. Voters will be able to vote on Issue 3, which if it passes, will give us legal marijuana. YAY PROGRESS! A group called ResponsibleOhio got it on the ballot.

This particular campaign is doing some firsts. 1, if it goes through, Ohio will be the first state in the midwest to legalize marijuana for recreational purposes, and 2, it will be the first state to make recreational use legal before medical marijuana was made legal. The vote in November is to bring both medical marijuana and recreational use to the state.

Now, I’m not big into politics, and before this I had no idea what ResponsibleOhio was all about. However, I’m starting to see a whole lot of people who are for legalization, bashing them and their causes, and their supposed real reasons for doing this. The biggest of which is, they’re going to make tons of money off of it.

Apparently the people who make up ResponsibleOhio are a dozen or so millionaires who have their own agendas. And who would have ever thought business people would want to capitalize on their investments?

In the beginning I was all for Issue 3. Let’s just get it legalized and go from there. And then, the more I started listening to the opposition, the more I started seeing their side. Some of the biggest complaints are that RO is going to keep other businesses from moving in and selling weed (monopolization), and they’re going to be tax exempt, like churches.

I don’t like monopolization, and I don’t like tax exempt. If I have to pay taxes, everyone should have to pay taxes. Fuck them and their above-the-law attitude.

But then, I started thinking again. I don’t plan on opening a dispensary any time soon, so I don’t care who owns all of the business in the state. I don’t care who’s making all the money. I really don’t give a fuck. All I care about is that people who need weed can finally get it for their ailments legally. Myself included. It’s the only thing, ironically, that helps me with my paranoia and anxiety.
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Political Trash

Can anybody tell me a better way to completely ruin the curb appeal of your house than by filling your yard with political signs?

I’m fucking sick of it. Every year around voting time, a ton of people put a ton of shitty signs in their yard to tell everyone else what shitty candidates and shitty issues they’re voting for. Has anybody changed their minds on who or what they’re voting for based on these signs?

At this point, what's the point?

At this point, what’s the point?

Nothing good can come from it. Nothing. They don’t change anybody’s views or beliefs.

“Hey Martha, the people in that house are voting for the candidate opposing our candidate! That’s it! I’m changing my vote! Well played, sign!”

It doesn’t happen. We have to see this shit MONTHS before the vote, and for months after, because those shitty people don’t take the shit out of their yards until well after the new year. And then what happens to all of those signs? Millions and millions of signs in every neighborhood, in every city across the country?
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Daily Post: Papa Loves Mambo

What sort of music was played in your house when you were growing up? What effect, (if any) did it have on your musical tastes?

I don’t remember much of the music played when I was a kid, before my parents got divorced. I’m not sure if that’s because not much was played, or I just don’t remember it. My mom used to listen to a record (yeah, records) when she cleaned the house, and that’s the only thing I really remember from then. It was usually Kenny Rogers/Dolly Parton, or another, which I’m thinking was Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.

That was mom’s music. Dad’s was more classic rock/rock n roll. He listened to WEBN, which was the local rock station. We have a few now including WEBN, but back then that was it. And they only had great stuff to play because up until then, the mid ’80s, rock was doing pretty well.

One of my dad’s favorite things to do was drive around, and he’d almost always take me with him. We would drive way out into the country, all over, for hours, just listening to music, and it was always rock with him. That’s when I learned who Tom Petty, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and all the other greats were. The first song I ever learned the lyrics to was when I was out driving around with dad, and it was a Doors song.

Because I had to drive around with mom a lot, I had to also listen to country, usually B-105, one of the local country stations. I didn’t mind it, because country back then was pretty good too. As I got older I drifted more away from country and towards rock, and that had to do with my parents divorcing and me living with my dad.

He was a garbage man and always brought home things that were still awesome, like big screen TVs and such. He usually picked up in nice neighborhoods where they would get rid of stuff if it were just slightly new because they got a brand new one.

One day he came home with a cassette of AC/DC’s High Voltage album and was listening to it loudly out of a little radio/cassette player while he cut the back yard. I went back there for whatever reason, started listening to that album, and that was the moment I became hooked on AC/DC. I’m not sure what age I was, or what song was playing, but that was the moment I fell in love with the greatest rock band ever.

At that time I had 3 step-sisters and they pretty much all listened to whatever Teen Beat told them to. New Kids On The Block and Def Leppard are the two I remember, so I heard a lot of that. They also listened to a lot of Motown, so I listened to a lot of that as well. And their favorite movie was Dirty Dancing, so I had to see that all the time as well, while falling in love with it and the soundtrack.

As they got older they started listening to rap, so I had to listen to that too, and enjoyed some of it. Basically, I was introduced to a lot of different kinds of music, and I grew up in a time when music was at its best for every genre. The late 80s and into the 90s were an amazing time to be a fan of music.

It wasn’t until I became a teen when I started listening to other stuff that my parents hadn’t introduced me to, but of course I think that most of the stuff I started listening to on my own was heavily influenced by what my parents listened to.