Edit: That title had been longer, but I like the shortened version

Or, at least, they should have to go though an extensive screening process to make sure they aren't annoying turds.

My little sister(9) always insists on bringing the loudest, most bothersome children in the universe to my house. My sister's friends and my friends have something in common: as soon as they come to the house, they head straight to my room and stay there until I kick them out. They barge into my room about every fifteen minutes for the sole purpose of bugging me.

I had the audacity to bring the last of the cookies up to my room to much on, and have been referred to as "the cookie-stealing thief" for the past couple of days. Every time I try to go upstairs, they try to get in my way and ask for a password. And, of course, my sister has her friends do the most outlandish things. I have no problem spanking her if she gets too out of line, but I can't really do anything more than say "don't do that again" to guests for formatting my C drive(which has never happened, but you get my point).

Seriously though, sometimes I just want to beat the snot out of these kids. I set up the boy downstairs playing Halo, and I think that's all right, but he keeps bursting into my room(they haven't yet heard of knocking), "hey, can you help me past this part real quick? PLEEEZZZ??"

And my sister is a horrible host, and so I just spent the last half hour playing with my old Pokemon cards with one of them. He insists he knows how to play, but it's clear that's I've literally forgotten more about the game than he will ever know("At the beginning of your turn, you pick up a card from the big stack...". And then every time he attacks he does a victory dance and proclaims(they never do anything quietly) that I suck at this game. k...

And then there was the time where I had to totally blow off my teammates in an online game to go check for burglars/ghosts! in the bedroom. I would normally be sensitive to this sort of thing, but after hours of BOTHER!BOTHER!BOTHER! I don't really feel any sense of urgency in checking.

Also, these kids have all sorts of medication that my mother is supposed to be adminsitering. And since none of them involve anything life or death(Just horrible rashes, asthma attacks, etc.) she totally ignores that bit and I'm stuck making sure the kids take their meds.

I'm just tired of my sister having friends over turning into me babysitting them.

But enough about me bitching, how about other people bitching? Like the Writer Guild.

Watch this: [link]

tl;dr version: Writers get screwed over when stuff gets sold over the internet.

It does a really good job of explaining their side of the situation, but I'd like to hear what the studios, or whoever, have to say about it. This may only be because I only heard one side of it, but the writers seem to be reasonable here.

In other news, I've got 12 hours to type 3000 words in a 4k word essay that I'm supposed to have spent about a third of a year on. Business as usual. The 3k words isn't a problem, it's figuring out what those words are about that is the real problem.

I picked up a couple of songs from a composer named Evan Stone, who does excellent modern jazz.

Here's his website:[link]

Yeah, it's a Myspace, but the man is a good musician, so obviously MYspace must have something good on it's website through the law of averages or something.

I promise I won't bitch as much next update.