tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497922338860035706.post3268081645447989753..comments2023-08-22T06:14:59.425-07:00Comments on Henson's Hell: Getting Irrationally Angry at Inanimate ObjectsHenson Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488179170722007018noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497922338860035706.post-37772963469557262772008-12-11T22:22:00.000-08:002008-12-11T22:22:00.000-08:00Ah! You haven't taken your analysis to its possibl...Ah! You haven't taken your analysis to its possible logical conclusions. First, how was I supposed to know the bulb needed replacing? It happened without any warning. Blame the designers for producing an incomplete piece of trash that doesn't allow me to easily "be" without sacrificing myself for a lighbulb!<BR/><BR/>Or why isn't the toolbox constructed in such a way that it doesn't move out of my way? Blame the creators of the toolbox! And if it's not man made, blame that God guy for being so incompetent for having created something that doesn't obey my desires, my wishes! It should all YIELD TO ME! I am MASTER, you are SLAVE! KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497922338860035706.post-41805754660350769772008-05-18T14:49:00.000-07:002008-05-18T14:49:00.000-07:00These things never happen in an acceptably spaced ...These things never happen in an acceptably spaced manner, either. All things that have been tinkering on defectiveness will suddenly erupt into a symphony of the world being against you..45https://www.blogger.com/profile/01345172492101894327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497922338860035706.post-34504394338521273002008-05-18T07:11:00.000-07:002008-05-18T07:11:00.000-07:00Matt, Fierce and Tashabud--Yes, glad that day is o...Matt, Fierce and Tashabud--Yes, glad that day is over. And what's even worse--even after I wrote that whole post and put it online, I went back into the bathroom and stubbed my toe yet again on the darn toolbox. Which just goes to show you that procrastination can often lead to the need for medication.Henson Rayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02488179170722007018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497922338860035706.post-67675208828579380742008-05-17T09:45:00.000-07:002008-05-17T09:45:00.000-07:00I can't say that I've ever had that kind of day. I...I can't say that I've ever had that kind of day. I hope I never will. Sheesh! It sounds like being in the Twilight Zone, if you ask me. Hope you won't get that kind of day again. I wish you a great week. Hope it helps?tashabudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17707659728810975773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497922338860035706.post-29262598419455415182008-05-16T17:53:00.000-07:002008-05-16T17:53:00.000-07:00that is one hell of a bad day! i always manage to ...that is one hell of a bad day! i always manage to get wrapped up in the sheets and wake myself from a sound sleep trying to free myself. then i can't get back to sleep...and then i get rationally angry:)Fierce Divahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17588088574821204817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497922338860035706.post-6513952593299474972008-05-16T13:11:00.000-07:002008-05-16T13:11:00.000-07:00Wow! What a day...I'd go back to bed if I were yo...Wow! What a day...I'd go back to bed if I were you...at least the sheets seemed friendly, trying to intertwine with you and all....<BR/><BR/>And after that, I think I might hire a maid for a weekend's worth of spring cleaning and organizing.<BR/><BR/>And after that, I guess I'd try to figure out what kind of mood the sheets were in. They sounded like the fun object. <BR/><BR/>Cheers!Matthew S. Urdanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15423237354496730048noreply@blogger.com