Just curious, why didn't go you to see Dr. Froth play, Fred?

Anyways, I read Dr. Froth's blog. Even before I read his scenarios at McD or Walmart, it did not sound right to me. And when I watched the video, the situation seemed even more ridiculous. You know what? I know cops. :D Love them. They are wonderful people. I'm gonna call the one I'm closer to and ask why this is so. These days I'm usually "I don't give a sh*t," but after watching Dr. Froth's video, I really want to call this cop "friend" of mine and ask him why they do such things.

i didn't go because paul had come home from the hospital that day. wasn't going to leave him here alone.

i know a couple of them too. sarge excluded. they're alright. but when it gets to the point of harassment?

These things unfortunately happen. I know some good cops too. But I also know that, if I'm ever stopped/detained/whatever, I will NOT say a word. Because everything I say can and will be used against me, and nothing I say will help me.

And cops are a brotherhood (minority sisterhood) and stick by their own, so LB, I doubt you'll get a satisfactory answer from your friend. Sorry.

you got that right

My power went out 11pm Friday, and came back on 3 hours ago; and now my cable's still out.

That sucks ... I heard DC had the worst of the power outages.

Nothing like south Jersey, and much of it will take days to restore power.

I feel proper hard done to if we lose power for half an hour.

Scorching my groove today is my eczema. Think it's infected again. Only finished the more recent courseof antibiotics 5 or 6 days ago. Which itself was a top up of the previous course.

Waiting on a call back from my doc. Feeling really scritchetty and ill.

I don't have to worry about finding or giving a fuck today, because a perfect clusterfuck found me.

I was supposed to go back to smalltown PA tomorrow, hang out with friends and watch fireworks, then sign papers on Thursday that would make me a free woman, see my financial counselor, and join a pontoon boat party for the weekend.

Then my dad called ... he's having urgent surgery Friday. In Canada. So I buy a last-minute plane ticket and I'm going to be there, leaving as soon as papers are signed Thursday. Well and good. Nervous for him but he needs the surgery.

Then the lawyer, who's just back from vacation, isn't getting back to me - may not have the papers ready Thursday - we may or may not be able to even see him Thursday ... I'm left with a vague promise from the secretary that he'll 'try' to see me/stbx at 8:30 Thursday morning. No promises as to whether the papers will be ready.

Then stbx spends the day texting/calling me, freaking out about money, and telling me his income has dropped hugely this month. There won't be much to share when we split the accounts early next week.

And, as I get home after hours of stbx, I get a call from the friends in smalltown saying plans are screwed, their daughter's flying home a day late so they won't even be in town tomorrow, they're picking her up in the nearest big city. They'll just stay and see the fireworks there, most likely.

So I'm scheduled to drop cats off with son#3 in the morning, I'll arrive in smalltown early afternoon tomorrow, have no one to hang with (everyone has plans by now), spend July 4 alone, go to the lawyer Thurs morning and he won't have the papers ready, fly out to Canada in the afternoon ...

well, I'll be there for my dad. So that's still good. But the rest ...

Damn ortho - that's like a 1/2 dozen murphys all in one post ...
This part though - I call BS! jus sayin.

Yup.

Life in general!

Hey, we love your work....here's a contract and a promotion!
......................But, we've hired this girls who's 12 and has no experience, put her on better wages and she has the same position as you.

We are going to give you $1000 back on your tax!
......................Your car is going to cost $1400 to fix

Your power bill is only $400 this quarter!
......................But we didnt charge you correctly last quarter, so you owe us $700!

scorching my groove today (and days gone by and days to come, I'm sure)

"Login with Facebook"

Fuck that. I'm a Facebook hostage. My minimal participation there is because there are people there that I care about that have drunk that particular kool-aid, and the bulk of their current events are noted there.

In my opinion, they've lost sight of the wisdom of this aphorism:

"If you're not the customer, you're the product."

What are you paying for Facebook? Probably nothing. What is Facebook giving you? Facebook itself, probably nothing. Most folks are digging the information provided by others. What is a customer? Someone who pays in exchange for goods or services. You do the math.