Teen Gothic

Moonspell will go goth now?

I like F1 racing and the Shanghai Grand Prix started at 5:30pm today after I played records at City Record Club. If I was careful I could be home in time for the start.

I actually made it home in time (around 4:40pm) after Record Club and stopping at OTR because my daughter wanted food. But then when unpacking stuff I found her phone was missing. Contacted Uber – nope. Tried OTR where she gave it to me to put in my bag – they had it. Must have fallen out or something.

So it was 5pm and I had to choose – ride down on the scooter and get the phone after the race or do it now. I opted for now to be safe and was home around 5:45pm.

Sometimes you have to make the unselfish choice. Though it relieved the stress of lost phones so I did get something out of it. Not really mad, I could catch up the start. More inconvenienced.

How are you today?

Due to unpopular demand and reports from the fun police, this week's official Seething Sunday thread post is officially a serious zone. Because even though the world is falling apart we are not allowed any relief due to it being "off topic" in a thread made for catharsis and levity.

Though I do find reporting the weekly steam valve complainey thread made by a moderator (instead of being automated by choice to keep it from being boring) so other admin/moderators may remove it very laughable. Perhaps they thought I would see the error of my ways and remove it myself.

Like, what did they think would happen? All they are doing is giving us material to laugh at. So sure, what the hell – give us more.

And for the rest of you, keep it grindy and grim else the fun police come for you too. Or not – feel free to thumb your nose at them if you want.

Breaking news! The fun police's popcorn has been pissed in, film at eleven.

New release from this London based band. They only have 3 songs at the moment but they all have been hits for me!

There'll be bats for dinner and bats for tea
Complaints from him, seething from me
A big fat rant for Sunday roast
For breakfast we'll all angst the most

And when the typing becomes a chore
We'd just grind those gears and spit them raw
Or open a window facing south
And let screams fly straight from our mouths

Don't mind me, I'm just sitting here Gen Xing and being ignored by the world as usual.

Carry on fuming and griping.

Is it just me, or is this track fire?