It is weird, isn't it? I've lived in two other apartments and cities in New Jersey, for a number of years, and the State never inspected them. I'm suspecting it's just this area, either this city or this county. Maybe there's been a lot of trouble with apartment complexes in this area? I think I'm going to ask the rental office what the deal is, and maybe start making plans to move. Again. I really don't like this.

The edit and sub-edit on this Go Fug Yourself Well Played [link] are basically unrelated to the actual post about Helen Mirren, but made me laugh:

** Oh dear: We just found out, thanks to a kind e-mailer, that Rose McGowan's face is different because she was in a bad car accident a while ago. Which is very sad. So I'm canceling Rose McGowan Syndrome, as we would rather have her alive and simply looking different than the alternative. See? I'm a lover AND a fugger. Maybe Helen Mirren can be out and about combating Jennifer Grey Syndrome instead. Or Marie Osmond Disease.

*** Oh dear II: We just found out that Rose McGowan's story about the car accident is rumored to be a cover for botched plastic surgery. We don't know what to believe any more. Should we be sympathetic that her face looks a mess, because it was a Tragic Accident and she is the real hero? Or should we wonder why we had never really heard about the aforementioned accident much before now, and therefore be laughing inside because it's her own damn fault that she went under the knife with a surgeon who apparently only wants women to look like Teri Hatcher? What? WHAT? CAN WE LAUGH OR NOT?!? Save me, Jeebus!

Someone needs to pry the cranky monkey off my back. There's no reason for its adhesion, and yet, here it is.

Eh, you've got reason. Maybe one small drink?

I've already tried that.

It was ok - I got a reasonable response - "it was hardly an ideal situation..." and I actually feel a lot better. Part of my new "work it out in thread" ethos - Io never would have written the email in the first place a dfew years ago.

Hmm. Crashing through groups of jackholes in the subway always makes me feel better, but that seems unlikely to be convenient for you...

It was ok - I got a reasonable response - "it was hardly an ideal situation..." and I actually feel a lot better. Part of my new "work it out in thread" ethos - Io never would have written the email in the first place a dfew years ago.

Yeah, that's definitely something I need to work on myself, and it will probably come up in my review tomorrow. Ugh. Maybe I need a small drink myself!

Stand next to me, sarameg. Maybe mutual attraction between our cranky monkeys will pull them off our backs and we can get away while they're grooming. Or, they'll hate each other and we can run when they start flinging poo.

P.S. Am on bus. And tipsy. 0lease to forgive typos. P.P.S. New Jersey is whack.

probably come up in my review tomorrow.

Good luck! I hate reviews. Oddly, the more I hate them, the better they've gone, so far. At my place of work, fuckitall seems good. Which annoys me, in a global sense. I like my raises, afterall.

Maybe mutual attraction between our cranky monkeys will pull them off our backs and we can get away while they're grooming. Or, they'll hate each other and we can run when they start flinging poo.

Good plan!

I just hate it when The Cranky appears out of the blue. I mean, yeah, I've got the apt issues, but they aren't exacerbated right now. I've got the stupid universe is peeing on my friends and I can't bend it to my will, but that isn't really this source either. This is free-floating stupid cranky.

Maybe I should yell at stupid drivers on the way in tomorrow.