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Tuesday Hatred: Dry Fried

I hate the fact that my computer still doesn’t work despite the fact that its power supply has been replaced. (I do not hate the fact that the new power supply is pretty bitchin’.) I have concluded that the motherboard was taken out by the old power supply. I hate shopping for motherboards (which socket? which form factor? which memory? onboard video? BLAH BLAH BLAH), and especially I hate the fact that the motherboard I currently have has been discontinued, and that I’ll probably have to recompile my kernel (since, naturally, I did not use modules) to get various features in play. I am really not looking forward to installing the motherboard. I’m writing this on a laptop on whose keyboard the backtick, escape, one, and tab keys don’t work—this is highly annoying and I hate it. I continue to hate the unimaginable quantity of email I receive among whose intended recipients I am not. Admittees to my program are visiting this week; I hate that. Dry stone walling is not a growth industry. I live with too many people in highly non-ideal circumstances. Republicans are literally sociopathic. (On my other laptop, the one with a functioning keyboard, there are many links that I could put here, mostly involving abortion.) Glenn Greenwald is incredibly depressing to read but probably right. The world is full of crashing bores, and vulgar fools, and the greedy and careless. Happiness is not dispensed in proportion to virtue. There is no hope for anyone.

I hate that I can’t eat all the things I want to, and not just for financial reasons—I just couldn’t manage the feat.


March 8, 2011 - Posted by | Tuesday Hatred


  1. i hate insomnia, the spring and people making me feel disposable, got defriended by a theweblog person on fb and over what, charlie sheen! he seems a hateable person though, if not his mental illness, getting 1.5 mln for an episode, such a frivolous practice, though now he is fired internet says on all the corners, it’s like unavoidable all these updates on him, and soon will be homeless i suppose what’s with the going to the extremes western [psyche]
    i hate my ego recovery takes less than a week

    Comment by read | March 8, 2011

  2. I hate the looks drivers give me when I’m running in the street. Mind you, these are residential streets where drivers are used to weaving around cars parked in the street. Sometimes they even have to stop and let a fellow driver through because cars are parked on either side of the street and two cars won’t fit through at once. The drivers don’t mind this.

    But if they have to take a slightly wider berth or slow down for a fraction of a second to accommodate me as a runner, they drive by looking at me like I made them bite a shit sandwich. It’s put me on the defensive and eventually, I’m going to get my ass kicked when I tell the wrong person to fuck off.

    I hate when people try to evaluate baseball players on spring training performance. I understand the urge to do it; it’s just a terrible idea.

    Comment by Matt in Toledo | March 8, 2011

  3. I hate that Amtrak was threatening not to let 10-ride ticket holders onto the Sunday night train this week — i.e., the last week of my quarter, which would make missing a day of class a huge pain in the ass. We were ultimately seated in the snack car, where a gregarious guy insisted we all converse — and I hate that after the ride was over, at the end of what turned out to be a fairly nice time-passing type of conversation, he wanted to “network” with us all. They were all corporate types, and I hate that their system of morality seemed to be based heavily on “it may not be right, but that’s the reality.”

    Comment by Adam Kotsko | March 8, 2011

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