Rant Of The Day is where I get to mouth off about whatever I feel like for however long I like. Theoretically, I'll update my whinge/opinion piece every weekday; in practice, maybe not so often.
At the time, I was complaining that no-one had bothered to inform me of this event. Well, now they have, just. Rather than ringing, or sending a letter, my father and wife #3 have sent out a pre-printed birth announcement, replete with gold lettering and a tacky quote from the French (pictured above). Apparently, this gesture of munificence is in itself so great that no personal element -- a brief scrawling, a signature, even a return address on the envelope -- was necessary.
Well, whothefuck whatthefuck charmingthatis nicetobenoticed whosedumbideawasthat fuckthisforagameofsoldiers. Now that I've got this off my chest, it seems obvious to me that the most sensible path before -- don't think about them, because they're clearly not thinking about me -- is definitely the one to follow.
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