sure there aren't six stages?

the Kübler-Ross model (aka the five stages of grief) doesn't seem to have any room in it for the stage that can only be described as "so what the fuck happens now, and where do i go from here? how am i supposed to go on continuing to do the same shit each and every fucking day?"

Ænemated

Ænema Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from this bullshit three ring circus sideshow of a relationship here in this hopeless fucking hole in the Northeast. The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down the fucking toilet. Fret for your figure and fret for your tea and fret for your hair and fret for your book and fret for your dope and fret for your program and fret for your contract and fret for your life. It's a bullshit three ring circus sideshow of a relationship here in this hopeless fucking hole in the Northeast. The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down the fucking toilet. Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits. Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will coz I sure could use a vacation from this silly shit, stupid shit... One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied. Learn to swim. No one's gonna fix it all soon. No one's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be. Learn to swim. Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory. Learn to swim. Fuck smiley glad-hands with hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, insecure practises. Learn to swim. Coz I'm praying for rain and I'm praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Man please flush it all away. I wanna watch it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all away. Time to bring it down again. Don't just call me pessimist. Try and read between the lines. I can't imagine why you wouldn't Welcome any change, my friend. I wanna see it all come down. Suck it down. Flush it down. 

Apologies guys, this is mangled for my own self-serving needs.

you know when..

.. your network administrator is on his Blackberry, frantically googling "how to reset DNS servers", that the likelihood is you will not have the internet at work on that day

o grammar, where art thou

Having complained long and loud in the past regarding the death of grammar in contemporary society as perpetrated by the media, I am not going start again.

I will however vent my feelings on how the lack of clear pronunciation has widely propagated a lot of grammatical errors. Is it just sheer laziness, or lack of understanding how words string together? After all, language is a little more than the ability to sequentially put together grunts and sounds so as to convey some sort of meaning, ever so slightly.

What's wrong with this statement:
If I knew it was wrong, I would of not done it.

I can bet that 3 out of 4 Americans will say that it seems perfectly fine. I would wager that if I showed this following sentence the same 3 of 4 would still think both sentences hold valid.

If I knew it was wrong, I would have not done it.

Once again, I blame the press - grammatical errors are dime a dozen in the printed media, while it appears to no longer be a prerequisite to have half a brain or an understanding of the English language to get a job on television or radio.

Of course, I don't get how blogs like these and that Twitting fandango and user-generated content media like Wiki stopped being communication forms and actually became sources of information - I still have people in the graduate course that I'm doing in project management cite personal blogs as references. Aaargh!