What's mildly irritating you today?
I don't mind when moms and dads bring in their kids sales brochure for fundraising. Put it in the kitchen and we can order if we want.
But I find it highly irritating when the mom or dad come up to you, paper in hand, and ask you to order something from their obviously adored child. Today, I said "I can't, I'm broke." She responds, rather testily "you don't have to pay until March." I said "I can't" again and left feeling guilty.
I've been known to order these things before, but with the finances right now I can't justify a 15 dollar jar of peanuts. Maybe a 15 dollar jar of peanuts will be well within my means in a month, but I don't know that!
A dad did this to me a couple weeks ago...went office to office and then complained that it was cutting into his planning of the cruise he's going on.
Let us keep a bit of dignity and don't approach us and demand an order. Put it somewhere prominent, like the kitchen (which is what most people do), send an email to the department (easy to do) and spare us the embarrassment of having to refuse your child's needs to your face.
(PS I usually love the stuff the kids sell, and I like the kids when I know them. This chick has been here 2 weeks and I wouldn't know her kid if he bit me on the ankle.)
That is all.
make a buzzing sound and...
Or....
"No thanks."
Anyone dense enough to miss that normal cue is too dense to use (and waste) anything else more witty and appropriate. Defenestration is a temporary pleasure, at best, and bound to get you talked about.
on 12/28 I ordered a new Arsenal Jersey that has been impossible to find from a reputable company. I received my confirmation and have been patiently waiting. I followed up with them once and was reminded that it could take up to 4 weeks. Today I finally got in touch with a supervisor who says... "oh look, I see the problem, we've forgotten to send it to the customizer!" GRRRR!
at least I'll get it next week, but still that is piss poor business management.
Guess they couldn't be arsed-at-all to send it.
Failure to rehab my knee after surgery as quickly as I want. Ok, this may be more than a mild irritation.
one of the cats just vomitted on the floor I just finished cleaning.
actually it pissed me off because right after that, another cat knocked over a vase of ornamental flowers. Luckily there was no water, just lots of little glass pebbles.
I still dont have my Sony Camera...fuckers!!!
Shawnee, I agree completely. Why should they hold you responsible for their mistakes?
Having kids, I mean.
If they can't afford to raise them, then why did they have them?
Cuz it was a lotta fun at first - you know how kids are made, right HLJ?
No. And I've always been too embarrassed to ask.
Does someone want to show me?
DO NOT LOOK AT ME! or even in my general direction!
No. And I've always been too embarrassed to ask.
Does someone want to show me?
this should do the trickThanks. I'll be up all night reading that.
I'm at the office. On Sunday. Waiting for a hundred people to swarm in. It's College Goal Sunday, an event to help families fill out their FAFSA. We've commandeered the Math Lab (not meth lab) so everyone can get online after the presenter goes through the form line by line and it's a great event. I'm just mildly irritated because it's Sunday (the day I usually go see the 'rents and my brothers and their families) and the wind chill factor is about minus 10! :)
I can't eat my steak samich 'til tomorrow.
Wait... technically, that's in 3 minutes. :D
no technically it was either 57 minutes ago or is not for another 22 hrs 3 mins. from your post time.
Time zones are a funny thing.
But wait...the deeper question is why can you only eat a steak samich on a certain day? Some lent thing, some Sabbath thing?
74 degrees yesterday, 67 today. Mildly irritating.
It was in the 70's one day last week, and 15 when I got up this morning. damn.
Ouch! Now that is a difference!
Time zones are a funny thing.
But wait...the deeper question is why can you only eat a steak samich on a certain day? Some lent thing, some Sabbath thing?
No. It'd take to long to explain, but nothin' like Lent or anything.
no technically it was either 57 minutes ago or is not for another 22 hrs 3 mins. from your post time.
Huh? :monkeyscratcheshead:
3 minutes by my clock (local CST Cellar time) which was 02-10-2008, 11:57 PM .
But your post said 12:57am - [gilda] never mind [radnor]
But your post said 12:57am
That would be EST, which is one hour later that CST. Time Zone settings can be set in User CP > Options.
11:57 for me would appear as 12:57 for you.
This post 7:02 over here, so over there, it should be 8:02over thre.
1.360 here - and its time to eat.
Aah, the Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything.
a :lol: would have been sufficient. spelling it out screams nerd, linking screams troll. and no, I wont give you a break.
/bitch
:dedhorse:
I'm thinking Drax didnt realise what 42 related too, and linked to explain it in case others didnt either.
/over it
Yep, not everyone's a fan of HHGTTU you know.
:dedhorse:
I'm thinking Drax didnt realise what 42 related too
I knew. I got
Hitchikers... on DVD.
, and linked to explain it in case others didnt either.
Correct. I don't assume things.
Yep, not everyone's a fan of HHGTTU you know.
HHTT
G ;)
is drax starting shit already?
please don't fight over him, ladies. it's unseemly.
ok galaxy. I got it wrong. Not a fan. ;)
is drax starting shit already?
If explaining things and correcting people = starting shit, then yes I'm a shit starter. :D
ok galaxy. I got it wrong. Not a fan. ;)
No big. ;)
Candles are an interesting light source, what with all the natural flickering. And they light a bedroom nicely, with just the right amount of dim yellow to see your way around. But it turns out that if you have three big cheap candles burning overnight for several months, a light layer of soot will coat everything, without you noticing.
But more importantly, the soot will be drawn down to your furnace, where it will coat the dust filter so perfectly that the furnace will slowly lose the ability to move enough air to heat the house. The furnace will then run overtime, causing you to pay huge amounts in electricity (or whatever) to heat nothing in particular.
It will most evident that something is wrong when the outdoor air temperature goes down to 5 F overnight, so that you wake up freezing.
candles in the bedroom! Who'd do it???
Put those little candles, in the aluminium discs, into a lantern in your bedroom and it's sooo nice. They burn slow and all the soot goes into and onto the glass and top/inside of the lantern - just clean same peridiocaly and you have a safe and romantic bedroom. I have open flame candles and an open fire in my lounge but in the bedroom I use a single lantern. It's so romantic and helps me navigate to my side of the bed without clunking against it whilst my wife is sound asleep.
Candles are an interesting light source, what with all the natural flickering. And they light a bedroom nicely, with just the right amount of dim yellow to see your way around. But it turns out that if you have three big cheap candles burning overnight for several months, a light layer of soot will coat everything, without you noticing.
But more importantly, the soot will be drawn down to your furnace, where it will coat the dust filter so perfectly that the furnace will slowly lose the ability to move enough air to heat the house. The furnace will then run overtime, causing you to pay huge amounts in electricity (or whatever) to heat nothing in particular.
It will most evident that something is wrong when the outdoor air temperature goes down to 5 F overnight, so that you wake up freezing.
Check for carbon monoxide, you just described in very great detail what everything looked like when my furnace broke and I was poisoned by the stuff (not greatly but enough)....please. Your furnace might be broken. Please have your furnace checked, fixed, and test for carbon monoxide. Asap. Your windows are probably closed...it's winter. Like mine were. Don't want to alarm you, but it's probably
not the candles.
Please have your furnace checked by a professional. I did not do that and suffered greatly for it.
:)
Just check it...I might be wrong and I might be right...
And please excuse my new dyslexia.
We have a heat pump here, it's all electric.
At the Cellar we have a great deal of experience with slow CO poisoning and its effects on the brain.
Check for carbon monoxide, you just described in very great detail what everything looked like when my furnace broke and I was poisoned by the stuff (not greatly but enough)....please. Your furnace might be broken. Please have your furnace checked, fixed, and test for carbon monoxide. Asap. Your windows are probably closed...it's winter. Like mine were. Don't want to alarm you, but it's probably not the candles.
Please have your furnace checked by a professional. I did not do that and suffered geratly for it.
:)
Just check it...I might be wrong and I might be right...
YES,YES. Cicero speaks volumes of facts. Please all of you check your immersion gas heaters and please make sure all gas, parafine, kerosone, methane, propane, butane etc appliances are well serviced. They can kill without doubt - make sure the exchaust gases go up the chimney/flue and not into you.
We have a heat pump here, it's all electric.
At the Cellar we have a great deal of experience with slow CO poisoning and its effects on the brain.
understatement
noun
a statement that is restrained in ironic contrast to what might have been said [ant: exaggeration]
WordNet® 3.0, © 2006 by Princeton University.
oh..all electric....K.
That's just a great description of what happened to me and all my stuff. Knee-jerk reaction. Moving along......
:)
I'm glad you guys are so "in the know".....weird.
I don't get it?
oh..all electric....K.
That's just a great description of what happened to me and all my stuff. Knee-jerk reaction. Moving along......
:)
I'm glad you guys are so "in the know".....weird.
I don't get it?
Sorry you all, pushed the wrong button first. I have had a carbon monoxide poisoing experience and I know what you went through and it is not good. I feel for you Cicero coz I had a fucking lumbar puncture and all the tests and all the time it was the fucking land owners blame. Check your installations please.
We have a heat pump here, it's all electric.
At the Cellar we have a great deal of experience with slow CO poisoning and its effects on the brain.
Ha HA nuf said!
Not really...I still don't get it.
Must be an inside joke? Outside of the CO being wrong.....Aaah forget it.
Yep, not everyone's a fan of HHGTTU you know.
And those poor souls can just move on quietly and won't be any the worse off for not getting it, will they? probably happier, in fact, as their dislike for the trilogy will not be awoken to make them crotchety. :)
no one wants to mention her?
He said it Once , if some body says it 2 more times she MAY reapear !!??!!
He already brought Drax back from the undead..... [COLOR="LemonChiffon"]surely that's enough damage for one day?[/COLOR]
ok galaxy. I got it wrong. Not a fan. ;)
But did you know what the 42 meant anyway?
But did you know what the 42 meant anyway?
Yes I know what 42 meant, and I'm pretty sure you knew the answer to that anyway.
I'm just a bit tired of the witch hunt. That's all. Can Drax not post one single thing around here without being castigated by someone for it?
No... section XXII, paragraphs 5 through 11, of the castigators handbook, makes that clear.
Gee Bruce, you sound like one of those big ugly things that wanders around doing pretty much nothing all day. What're they called? Gorgons or something?
Cic: a previous dwellar had Carbon monoxide poisoning. Unfortunately, and really best not to dwell on the details, she ended up getting banned.
Oh...alrighty. My best guess was, that a dead Margaret Thatcher was here but you see how I might question that......
:)
Yes I know what 42 meant, and I'm pretty sure you knew the answer to that anyway.
I'm just a bit tired of the witch hunt. That's all. Can Drax not post one single thing around here without being castigated by someone for it?
depends what he posts. Same as you. Post crap, get called out. It's no witch hunt. The witch thing is just coincidence :p :D
*where's the witch smiley, UT? I thought we had one....*
STUUUPID customers cosing them self WAAAY more trouble than need be !!
Me and D were supposed to be doing our valentines thang today ( a day late) on account of his car had broken down and wouldn't get fixed til friday, both of us had meetings to go to, and I was likely to be a bit wiped out from first very full day after being ill for a week.
So then he phones me yesterday evening: his car's fixed, do I want to hook up for a bite to eat at his flat after our meetings had finished.
So...we did, and it was really nice, but I hadn't got him anything valentiney (planned for today) and he had got me card, flowers and gift. Very sweet. Made me feel a little guilty though, which is mildly irritating me ;P
My guess is that the unscheduled time you spent with him was far more meaningful to him than any card or gift you could think of.
Getting all my documentation together to give to the Accountant for taxes and the anticipation of what I still owe.
Working....its hot and its Saturday afternoon
My employer changed health insurance companies effective January 1 of this year. (This in and of itself might be seen as at least "mildly" irritating, but anyway.)
Today I logged in to the insurance company's web site for the first time. I was required to select three security questions--two off a standard list, and one that I completely made up.
One of the ones I chose was the name of my first school. My initial answer was rejected due to the use of a non-alphanumeric character, namely a period in the abbreviation "St." Well, that shouldn't be much of a problem... how many schools can there be named after St. Somebody Or Other?
My made-up question involved a particular characteristic of one of my pet cockatiels. Or should I say, cockatiels. It was rejected on grounds that the question contained profanity.
SD, good thing you don't have a shitzu!
Yeah. At least I don't live in Scunthorpe.
374 closings reported in the local TV station's viewing area. But not us. grumble grumble.
uh where are you on that thing?
In the blue I assume
see the third N in cincinnati? go the the next north county---that;s where I am! Hi, me!
You know Bri, Chicago is a perfect 1/2 way point to meet for the two of us...and has 2 conveniently located major airports for anyone else who'd like to join in any festivities we might conjure up.
I'm just sayin'...
The bed rails that I didn't cut too short are too long.
Happily, too long is a much easier problem to deal with. But it is irritating, as I thought the bed was finished.
My boys missed the bus at school so I had to drive over and fetch them. They weren't messing about, though, so I didn't read them the riot act. They went back in for a pair of gloves they forgot and it left without them. But it wasted an hour or my time and some gas.
My mom is driving me nuts. She calls every morning (time varies between 7.00 and 10.00), lets the phone ring three times and JUST as I'm answering, she hangs up. ARGH! Then, I call her back and ask her why the hell she hung up on me and she always answers, "I thought you were sleeping," Okay. THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU CALL AT 7.00? She's a monster, really.
this fucking gnat that has been buzzing around me for a damn week, and keeps trying to fly up my nose. How long do these fuckers live anyway?
this fucking gnat that has been buzzing around me for a damn week, and keeps trying to fly up my nose. How long do these fuckers live anyway?
Are you sure it's the same gnat? They are masters of disguise. Hint, check his shoes they are notorious for forgetting that part. :p
moot point now- i was talking on the phone and swallowed him
I think a chicken nugget just tried to come out of my nose. You need a tag: SCNF (swallow chicken nugget first.) :lol:
Evvverrrrrybody sing: I don't know why, I swallowed a fly...
I guess I assumed that it was the same one since it has been a single gnat all week and not a swarm of them
I guess I assumed that it was the same one since it has been a single gnat all week and not a swarm of them
Sneaky bastards. They tag team, you know.
gnats are cautious. they were sending one scout at a time to see your reaction. now they know you swallow their kind. be alert, very very alert.
Sneaky bastards. They tag team, you know.
That's hot. /paris hilton/
gnats are cautious. they were sending one scout at a time to see your reaction. now they know you swallow their kind. be alert, very very alert.
It's true. Where do you think the phrase "wise as a gnat" came from?
absolutely. I love that one, especially how it is usually combined with "and as swift as a gnu".
it just flows from the tongue, doesn't it?
Okay it must have been one cause I seem to be gnatless now, and I'm sure its my imagination that the one I swallowed is stuck in my throat
They crawl back out at night while you're sleeping.
at gnight, he means.
OK I'll quit now. :)
thanks hlj now I have something to look forward to
oops I mean gnow I have something to look forward to
Mildly irritating? Maybe more fed up I'd call it.
People who call themselves my husbands friends then go ahead and put our town down and my friends down. Were bloody obnoxious guests at a fortieth birthday party I gave my husband. In fact thier presence here was a total disgusting turnout and it was commented on by other guests. A year later they are still making jokes about it.
Apparently my cow orker thinks she's Pinky Tuscadero, with that whole finger-snappin'-clappin' thing Pinky used to do on Happy Days. ;)
That stupid fake laugh that women use when they're interacting with a woman that they don't really like but don't want her to know that they don't really like her.
I can't call my kids "Dingleschmutz" anymore and now have to say "Dinglepoop" instead.
Eh, I only have 63 posts, I'm not a very big deal, I bet you could get away with it.
It's okay, I still have Ridiculonkey.
I can't call my kids "Dingleschmutz" anymore and now have to say "Dinglepoop" instead.
My stepdad was a big fan of "dingleberry."
teh flu- voice gone, fever, flushed, flop sweats, chills, sore throat, runny nose, aches, lungs full o crud, appetite suppressed, work not getting done, blah blah blah :thepain:
Strep throat. My son has it. I have it. The odds of my wife and daughter escaping seem small.
That looks like a Flint painting of the world.
I thought it was alphabet flu.
Strep throat. My son has it. I have it. The odds of my wife and daughter escaping seem small.
but its so... so... beautiful.
Fastest moving cold ever, goes from nothing in the morning, to severe coughing around noon, sore throat by 3, nasal stuff by 7 and now this morning a head so full of fluid that it threatens to push all other organs out of my skull.
UT, you might want to get one of those screen protectors.
i knew you were in trouble when i saw mr dallas blow on you last night.
Over 300 letter mailout to go out
All envelopes labelled up and franked
But STILL waiting for client to approve the contents
Bearing in mind it's 17.20 and the post is collected from 17.30-18.00 I guess I'm coming in to do it tomorrow (which is a holiday here)
sigh
i knew you were in trouble when i saw mr dallas blow on you last night.
yeah....
that's some bad joo joo thar, steve. you infected him virtually.
::makes a note of this shit::
-note to self.....never piss strepdallas off in the chatroom. checkcheck!
So I'm home again today due to strep. (24 hrs. after starting meds to become non-contagious.)
Tomorrow is Good Friday, which is a holiday at my job.
As often (but not always) happens they've decided to close a couple hours early this afternoon. Therefore, I had to "waste" a sick day on a perfectly good work day when a) there wouldn't have been many people there anyway and b) I could have gone home early.
Now I'm mildly irritated because I just remembered Good Friday is one of the few holidays for which we don't get a day off. Yeah, I'm spoiled.
we get fucked out of all of our holidays. fucked hard.
I bet you do. I always think about people in lines of work like yours, where you work a lot of holidays. Are sales up because others are off work, or are they usually otherwise occupied but you need to be there for those who do come to buy?
mostly it's because we're all whores. the owners fear that if they close, and the guy down the street is open, he'll lose deals. which is probably true, but to be open on new years day is just sick.
what i meant about getting fucked is that on the rare occasion that we actually close....like thanksgiving and christmas.....we have to work our day off.
man.....now i'm all bitter.
This is "mildly irritated." "Bitter" is the thread across the hall.[/Monty Python]
Sorry, man. When I win a bigass bunch of money, I will buy my beamer z4 from you, if you sell them.
mostly it's because we're all whores. the owners fear that if they close, and the guy down the street is open, he'll lose deals. which is probably true, but to be open on new years day is just sick.
what i meant about getting fucked is that on the rare occasion that we actually close....like thanksgiving and christmas.....we have to work our day off.
man.....now i'm all bitter.
Dude, I sooo remember that. We actually got all the owners on our street to agree to close on sundays. It was acknowledged that if one opened all would reopen. Each store was averaging 5/6 sales per sunday - not enough to make it worthwhile, but they were so stinking paranoid that the first two weeks they made a skeleton crew come in and just sit there while they watched the other dealerships on the street to see if they stayed closed. We just sat there and played cards with the doors closed and lights off. On the third week the Buick store's sales manager sent one of his guys after someone just window shopping. We were all reopened within an hour.
I remember years ago I worked a a large chain craft store which shall not be named, and they decided to open on Christmas. Luckily for me, my job depended on UPS and FEDEX deliveries, and their bosses were sane so I got to stay home that day. Since then, the poor sales that day have made them decide against opening on Christmas, Thanksgiving etc
I worked a second job at the Country Club for quite some time (also did full-time when I was between other jobs) and the two biggest days of the year were Easter and Mother's Day. I"m talking hundreds of people, double seatings, etc. We worked our butts off and all I could think about was my family having a great time together. And, it wasn't lucrative, they aren't supposed to tip at the Club (15 % gratuity added to checks but we never saw it.) I hated it. So, I am sooooooooo spoiled now, and it eases the pain of some of the other not so great things.
The guy across the hall who listens to all phone messages on speaker phone at high volume (and usually calls back that way too.) I just heard some helicopter mom saying "blah blah blah financial aid blah blah do we do blah blah ICK CETERA ICK CETERA."
People who say ick cetera should be shot. People who say it twice, when one ick cetera already encompasses any future ceteras, should be drawn and quartered, and then shot.
Seriously.
From the start of the day:
Our blender is broken. WHY is it still there HM, I thought you'd fixed it? If it's broken - bin it!
So I put my smoothie in progress in the Magic Bullet (more washing up) which made a fierce racket and didn't blend properly either. Had to throw 1/3 of smoothie away due to big lumps of banan (bleurgh) left in it.
Diz tried to pee on the mat. I am all for bringing the litter tray back, but HM wants to carry on. It worried me because I'm not meeting my cats' needs at present so they are making their own choices and it's not their fault that the choice is wrong. Anyway, I chucked him out, and this way learned the cat flap is not working, as he was waiting, shivering 45 mins later when I left the house.
I noticed HM has put wet washing to dry overlapping my should-be-dry-by-now washing. Okay the top I wanted to wear was dry, but I object on the grounds of common sense - I told him last night not to put another wash on, he needed a clean white shirt for tonight at approx 18.00 so there wasn't really any need to get it done before my clothes were dry.
People keep ringing about the Olympic Torch finale - all well and good, but every single call so far has been answered in the information pack they have received. Sigh.
Despite this, I am actually very happy as I have been paid, I have a smaller pair of trousers on today and I am on top of my work (and therefore slacking in the Cellar while the office is empty)
Oops - just remembered another thing. My sister's birthday tomorrow and I thought I'd send her something from Lush - nice & small, goes in the post, token gift etc. Oops, forgot. I don't live in Leicester any more and there is no Lush within walking distance. She'll just have to have a card like the last few years!
I poked the side of the top of my foot with a stick yesterday, and it's mildly to moderately irritating me today. I'll keep you updated.
I'm going to count apprehension as mild irritation:
I don't know if Homeless Guy will be gone when I get home or not. He either a) quit his job b) decided not to go to his job last night c) actually did get suspended for an error (although he told me last week it was a write-up and his supervisor told him not to worry about it) d) got fired or e) quit going and quit going long before last night (but he did give me his bi-monthly, bi-weekly, whatever it is...every two weeks contribution last night.) He has been employed for about 3 months after about a year and half of not working.
I told him this morning he might want to check to see if his sister wants a roommate. I said I can't go through all that crap again (i.e. supporting him.) He asked me why I was upset when after all he is the one who should be upset and what does it have to do with me?
What it has to do with me is that I can't support a guy who I'm not even in a relationship with.
Still, here I am feeling bad. But, him moving would be the best thing for all. This is going nowhere, it's been going nowhere, and it will continue to go nowhere.
That is all. :(
Sincerely,
Lois Loan
OMFG my SourceAnyWhere connection is going so goddamn slowly today, at this rate it's going to take me over an hour to check in less than thirty stupid files. But they're all in different folders, see, so I can't even select all of them and just let the stupid thing run, I have to start off a new process every 2 minutes.
what does it have to do with me?
The correct answer is, of course, "It has nothing to do with me, since you are not living here anymore. Get out. And you still owe me the money from last night, whenever your lazy ass does get another job."
Thanks Clod. (I'm such a freaking wimp.) :blush:
OMFG my SourceAnyWhere connection is going so goddamn slowly today
What kind of development are you doing?[/nosy]
Heh... It's educational software (both for traditional education as well as corporate training programs,) but the actual development's not my department, I just provide the source audio files for the deploy.
I haven't heard anything from the temp agency yet.
Dude, I sooo remember that. We actually got all the owners on our street to agree to close on sundays. It was acknowledged that if one opened all would reopen. Each store was averaging 5/6 sales per sunday - not enough to make it worthwhile, but they were so stinking paranoid that the first two weeks they made a skeleton crew come in and just sit there while they watched the other dealerships on the street to see if they stayed closed. We just sat there and played cards with the doors closed and lights off. On the third week the Buick store's sales manager sent one of his guys after someone just window shopping. We were all reopened within an hour.
this is all made up, right?
I haven't heard anything from the temp agency yet.
Call them.
I'm supposed to be having a birthday party Sat night, but Red was diagnosed with Influenza B yesterday despite getting a flu shot. I'm not irritated at him, just the virus and the really bad timing. We even were having the kid shipped off to grandmas for the night. *sigh*
No way! I am sorry, Labrat. :(
what's mildly irritating me today?
all you clique-y motherf*ck**s!
Harrrrrrumph! :mad:
Snow overnight. Slick roads. Fatalities reported during drive time traffic reports. Interstate lanes closed due to ice. Good grief.
the damn comb binding machine. Urg.
people who pass themselves off as considerate posters posting clickies that actually download shite rather than taking you to the site where you can decide for yourself if you want it. One more on the Do Not Trust list.
The weather, it's only been in the mid 70's. I am ready for summer.
:lol: We got 4 inches of the white stuff again last night :rolleyes: -the pool opens in 59 days ffs
people who pass themselves off as considerate posters posting clickies that actually download shite rather than taking you to the site where you can decide for yourself if you want it. One more on the Do Not Trust list.
Uh...want to share with the class...whose links we should avoid?
Yeah really - I missed that too.
I haven't heard anything from the temp agency yet.
Call them.
I called and spoke with their not-the-brightest-bulb-in-the-box receptionist....and I've been "put on the active list" so...we'll see.
In my temp agency experience, you need to call every morning until you have an assignment.
Depends on the agency really.
I was registered with a good one and ended up friends with someone who used to work there. They hated the temps who kept calling, because the agency really was on top of things.
Then again I was registered with a place that asked my 3 times for my CV for 3 different permanent placements, despite the fact they were supposedly looking for temp work for me. Riiiiiiight. Got nothing from them at all in the end - no interviews, no temp work, nada. Hope their children went hungry.
The microwave started emitting sparks/lightning this morning. (Inside the cooking chamber.) Further investigation showed they were coming from a part of the side panel that seemed to be burned and weakened. Indeed it sort of collapsed when I pressed my finger against it.
We now have a new one... spending the money was aggravating, but not so much as the process of shopping & picking one out.
Next time, reduce your elevation.
Gastro
Pukey smelling leather car interior
Dryer's broken, so I cant dry sheets that I have changed twice a nite for the weekend
I've decided to finally yank my resume from the major job sites: Monster, CareerBuilder and HotJobs. Back in the day, they were incredibly useful, and I've actually gotten a job off each of them. Now, you just get the shit spammed out of you with suspicious foreign job offers or companies that don't seem to even look at your resume. I've had enough of that bullshit...I'll stick to the local sites that I use, which don't seem to suffer from that crap.
I've decided to finally yank my resume from the major job sites: Monster, CareerBuilder and HotJobs. Back in the day, they were incredibly useful, and I've actually gotten a job off each of them. Now, you just get the shit spammed out of you with suspicious foreign job offers or companies that don't seem to even look at your resume. I've had enough of that bullshit...I'll stick to the local sites that I use, which don't seem to suffer from that crap.
Yea...Syc..I'm
screening people now before I send the resume. They may get my e-mail addy but not a scrap more before they talk to me. They don't get a first and last name either. People understand the need for exercising caution, and that also makes you look good. All you have to do is be polite and request information about the job and show interest in what they are doing. They will reply....and then you are able to judge what you are dealing with. And forward your res. from there.
I will never send out my resume or post it for the anonymous again. That was a dumb idea. If people are really interested in hiring someone they will not mind disclosing a little bit about who they are and their company first. That method saved my ass the other day. They have to contact me personally before they get their hands on my info. Duh. Seemed like a good idea for a long time. It's just not. Heh.
I screened these guys the other day before I sent the resume. The ad on craigslist seemed pretty legit. (office position admin. assist.) This is a snippet of their response:
Position Description:
Your responsibilities will involve processing responses from online ads (this
process is fully covered in the step-by-step training.) You may choose to work
part-time or full-time, and earn $1000-$3000+ per week. You do not have to contact
anyone by phone. All you need is a computer with a valid e-mail address and
basic typing skills. Each ad takes approx. 15-20 minutes to process - you will have a
virtually unlimited amount of ads so you may work as much as you want and
at the time you choose. There is no contract to sign and the amount of work you
choose to do is up to you. This opportunity has unlimited possibilities - a
perfect option for stay at home moms or dads, college students or anyone who
wants their work to revolve around their life, and not the other way around.
Compensation:
You will be paid $25 to $35 for each ad that you process, depending on the ad
you choose. Payments will be made directly to you. The typical rep will make
$60-80/day with at least 2-3 hours of work.
:(
How ironic, processing fake ads, like the one you responded to. F'ing great.
I didn't quite yank my resume--I decided to change my settings to anonymous for now--but I'm still getting shitty job offers. I think I'll actually hide the resumes tonight.
I have absolutely no sales experience...mostly training/development and management. How the fuck do people translate that to being good in sales? Fuck that...
Still no word from the temp agency...considering joining up at another one, and also going around begging for jobs...or something...I dunno.
I think I was signed up with 4 or 5 at one point when I lived in Philly. When one pissed me off, I'd call another. Fortunately, the last one I was with was very good to me.
I went to a reputable one here in town the day before yesterday. I went by there because I accidently ended up at an interview for vaccuum cleaner sales. :( They wasted my time and they knew it..I haven't gotten a call back, nor the phone call they said I would get within 24 hours (from the agency). I think I got something good anyway. We shall see today! Cross your fingers, it sounds awesome. And doesn't include me leaving the house and commuting, wasting a lot of gas!
The last time I had a position with a temp. company I went through a buy-out situation but went with another job after 3 months. (A job the temp. company did not know about or get to have a say in) So I don't think I am welcome back to that one, though they were good and definitely acted as agents for me. Some agencies are better than others, and there are less jobs to fill here (definitely a recession)so having someone represent you for permanent hire is not a bad idea. Some of the agencies here have people that represent you like an agent, and talk you up more than you would be able to, so it works out if people are willing to buy you out instead of just hiring someone that came in without an agency.
Of course I haven't signed any paperwork with the temp/permanent hire people yet, so I can do what I want! And if they don't call me back like they said, I won't be.
:)
this jackson-pratt drain is pinching and hurting me. it's really bugging.
When can you get rid of it?
give it time Bri , give it time
HM woke me up today. This has happened before in a similar way.
I'm going to have to say something about it.
Everyone grows up with some of their parents' issues (a la Larkin) and mine is that I think it is selfish, unreasonable and disrespectful to wake up someone when they are sleeping. To decide on their behalf - in this case without knowing the circumstances - that it is now okay to make a racket, especially when said person has two jobs, one day off a week and has tiptioed around for 6 months because of different sleep patterns... Can you see that I'm wound up?
I'd probably try to swallow it, but we've had a couple fo HUGE rows where I have done something that to me was fairly minor and he has reacted as if I was breaking every social rule and norm and was utterly selfish and wrong. I'm not doing this as revenge, but in view of his reaction I feel I am justified in trying to establish my personal views on him.
The actual situation was nothing dramatic - he got a call at 11.30 which obviously woke him up. I had been reading & dozing, and had my earplugs out because sometimes the cats make a racket and I lure them back to bed. After his call - during which I just lay there, not having properly woken - he put his radio on full blast. Bye-bye any chance of drifting back off.
I know it sounds SO lazy. But it's more the principle.
I could racket round the house every morning getting ready for work - and again when I come back from work at the pub and wake the bugger up. But why would I? He'll be up early enough/ late enough when he's working again - it's no skin off my nose to be quiet in the mornings or after midnight. I just don't like the idea he thought, "Well it's gone 11.30. I can do what I want."
It's symptomatic of various things he does where I approach it with him in mind (ie if he's in bed when I get home I keep quiet or if there's toothbrush confusion as recently I check with him - he just threw mine away because he decided it wasn't being used). And yet I still get told off for being selfish sometimes. I need to learn to speak up when I am unhappy.
Oh dear - I was so clear on this when I was woken up. I was so convinced I was in the right. Typing this I sound like a lazy slacker with an axe to grind.
How irritating.
Nope. You havent said anything here that would constitute laziness or being unreasonable. (but then again of see shades of your partner in mine so I do feel for you)
What's mildly irritating you today?
Everything.
I love you too, Duckie Baby. :)
I was never good at hiding my true feelings :p
Hey, my JP came out friday so I'm good! so...uh, I guess nothing is mildly irritating me--except sundae's rude HM and she is NOT being lazy or grinding an axe--the guy is being rude.
SG you're not being lazy. Then again, he is not being unreasonable imo wanting to be up and active and noisy at 11 am. Neither of you are being unreasonable on this. He is not up and about at some ungodly hour wrecking any chance of a sunday lie-in at that time...but then again you are entitled to want your day to start when you want it to and not have morning imposed on you earlier than you'd wish.
I wouldn't make a issue out of it SG, it's just one of those things. It's impossible to share a house with another person ( I think) without your needs/desires/styles conflicting from time to time.
I feel like such a loser.
I've been drinking too much recently - I recognised that myself - and I told myself it had to stop this week.
So yesterday afternoon, when I finished in the pub I "allowed" myself one more day before the cut off point of Monday morning.
So I stayed drinking with some of the regulars, right up until closing time.
I suspected one of them was chatting me up, but knowing he had a girlfriend reassured me that it was all harmless fun. Then he walked me home and I snogged him and we even had a bit of a (clothes on) fumble.
I feel awful.
Part of it is drink-guilt (where I feel horrible about myself the next day regardless) but a lot is just shame.
I can't do anything about it now, except promise myself it won't happen again. I just wanted to confess to someone I think, hoping to get it out of my head!
Oh and Dana I think you're right about the waking up thing. I'm calmer now - I tend to lose it a bit when it's just happened. I haven't really seen him all weekend and it wouldn't be right to bring it up now. I might mention it casually at the end of the week, just in terms of "I'm going to have a lovely lie-in on Saturday, I'm really looking forward to it." That was it's a positive reminder not an angry response.
Everything.
even me?
Especially you!
I said "every
thing." Not "every
one."
Though it's still early . . . . . :eek:
Aaahhhk.
A great coworker for 8 years is about to get the ax and there is nothing I can do and there will be huge fallout. I know it but she doesnt yet. and I have to play like I dont know cause I'm not supposed to know.
She had the audacity to speak plainly to her supervisor who is now firmly revealed himself to be a dick, as is our big boss. She was very professional, but he was not. Its all infantile. Now my supervisor, a lateral person in the power scheme is also threatened with firing (shes worked here for 20 years) for trying to be an adult and sit all down and talk. And I am in the toxic wake. The big boss is stomping around like a psycho. I have my headphones on, can't really work, so I this is my plea for sanity. Is anyone out there? Why cant people with power be fair and sane?
630 messages in my junk mail folder. *mostly* junk.
Aaahhhk.
A great coworker for 8 years is about to get the ax and there is nothing I can do and there will be huge fallout. I know it but she doesnt yet. and I have to play like I dont know cause I'm not supposed to know.
She had the audacity to speak plainly to her supervisor who is now firmly revealed himself to be a dick, as is our big boss. She was very professional, but he was not. Its all infantile. Now my supervisor, a lateral person in the power scheme is also threatened with firing (shes worked here for 20 years) for trying to be an adult and sit all down and talk. And I am in the toxic wake. The big boss is stomping around like a psycho. I have my headphones on, can't really work, so I this is my plea for sanity. Is anyone out there? Why cant people with power be fair and sane?
I'm not the voice of sanity or anything...But when she does get the axe, (8 year co-worker) tell her you are willing to be a professional reference for her. That is one thing you can do, considering that she was the one that did a good job there. When I quit my last job because everyone else was being terrible, I was offered that by the accountant and the other manager who believed that I was the one doing the good job, and empthazied. It doesn't make the situation any more fair but at least she will have the validation of knowing she did the right thing, and when she moves into another position and they want to talk to someone at her last company that she spent a long time working with, they will have someone credible to talk to. In my situation at my last job, I'm not going to actually use them as references, or even indicate that I was employed there (too short term) but it was good knowing that people are there to back me up if I need the ref.
Professional references don't just come from old bosses, they can come from people you worked closely with.
Keep your head low and try to put on your invisibilty cloak for now warch.
:D
Tax Day is in less than 24 hours. I applied for an extension to the end of the month.
Tax Day is in less than 24 hours. I applied for an extension to the end of the month.
So you'll go another 15 days just moaning about the upcoming deadline and then........ :p
Just do it and file it ffs
I'm NPO for an IVP and my Q1 IT QA is due this PM. TMI?
AB, CD goldfish?
L, MN no goldfish.
OSMR.
WTFITAA???.
I tanned for the first time in years last night. I am pink after only 10 minutes. And it itches. Yes, I used good (Swedish Beauty) lotion.
My work mouse has decided to send a double-click randomly when I click.
So I have bought a new home mouse and will take my home mouse to work, not only to get past this weird double-click nonsense but also to address my ever-present tendinitis.
Seville, der dago.
Tousin buses innarow.
Nojo, demis trux,
summit cowsin summit dux.
Killer traffic on the Loop, dar?
That tug I felt in my stomach after my 2nd shot on goal Friday is now a little tender. But it should be fine. Now if only I could do something about this strange bulge I have sticking out of my abdomen to the left and just below my belly button.
Damn, I think I may have torn the muscle and have a hernia.
Ooh. Better get checked out there lookout!
I am not sure where to put this because I am irritated and almost upset about this mysterious bite I have.
I thought I was allergic to mosquitoes but now I have a mosquito bite that looks normal next to another bite that is forming a nasty sore and is swelling up my foot. This started happening when I moved here and I don't know if it's an allergic reaction to the area mosquitoes or if it is, in fact, a spider bite. Every time I get these bites I have massive swelling and a nasty sore that develops, it itches worse than anything ever, and if I scratch it, I feel like I am on fire. I went to the doctor and spent 250.00 cash and 250 more some odd dollars in billing for the doctor to circle the wound and tell me if the redness gets outside of the circle to come back. :(
It wakes me up at night it itches so bad...and it's just gross. I can't fit my regular shoe on so I need to put on a flip flop and hope I don't get bitten again. Sometimes it's worse than other times. I've seen spider bites and it looks close but never gets to where the venom eats up that portion of the body. I heal ok. You guys are lucky I have a crappy camera, I already tried to photograph it and my lens sucks, blurry...uuugh! :)
I have never see anything bite me...I usually wake up in the morning and start to itch...by 12 hours later I usually have an open sore that begins to develop. It doesn't happen to my husband so I assume I am allergic to something, if it were a poisonous spider it would bite him too. When I look closely there are two red dots where the skin is punctured, as it looks every time I swell up like this.
I can't spend 500 dollars out of pocket to get no where again...
Anyone know what it might be?!? Sound familiar? What is eating me alive?
Does it look like this?
Quoting myself:
~snip~I've seen spider bites and it looks close, but never gets to where the venom eats up that portion of the body.~snip~
I get an open sore but it heals after awhile and isn' that large. I saw that photo last year when I was looking for the solution to the problem.
;)
lol! "Skeeter Syndrome"-thanks I found it!
I was reading someone's reactions on the Princeton website, and the lady sounded just as miserable as I am, and just as itchy and swollen...That's probably it....Apparently I am not the only one in the world that is extremely allergic to mosquito mucus. Must be the NM "skeeters" as this hasn't happened anywhere else. I am going to go find a possible suspect.
Does it look like this?
Is that you!? What is it? :eek: *faints*
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My petty annoyance:
I ate
all the cookies. After working on my mom's flower bed on Saturday she gave me a bag of lemon cookies. I just ate the last two. They were so awesome I am glad they are gone because I would have munched my self to death. Death by lemon cookie.:drool:
That's the result of a brown recluse spider bite. It's not anyone I know.
Why is it that when I tell my mom I'm coming over at *noon* because she's working 3rd shift, and needs some sleep, she calls me now, at 11:45am and yells at me for being late?
Newborn projectile poop, splattered across the curtain and down the wall. Three feet away. No exaggeration. Fortunately, everything came out in the wash--I would be pissed if I had to replace those curtains; I like them a lot.
:lol: at Clod. I am just a little bit less jealous now :D
Newborn projectile poop, splattered across the curtain and down the wall. Three feet away. No exaggeration. Fortunately, everything came out in the wash--I would be pissed if I had to replace those curtains; I like them a lot.
I also visit another forum for bassists. Just yesterday I read this:
I, honest to God, was about to type in my own similar story, except my daughter's projectile poo flew across the nursery and splattered on the curtains. I was horrified, yet strangely proud.
We tried to wash the mess out of the curtains (they were, of course, white), but it stained permanently. I refused to replace them, however, as I wanted her to survey her handiwork when she was old enough to appreciate it.
I had to go check to see if this had been posted by Mr. Clod. But it turns out the other post was from last September.
Killer traffic on the Loop, dar?
Reminded of this by HLJ's ABCD post.
Reminded of this by HLJ's ABCD post.
... Which was inspired by Flint's post:
I'm NPO for an IVP and my Q1 IT QA is due this PM. TMI?
The media is gonna run this shit into the ground...Jesus fucking Christ.
We had a 5.2 temblor early this morning followed by a 4.6 aftershock later in the morning. It woke some people up, scared the shit out of others and caused some minor damage, mostly near the epicenter in Southeastern Illinois. I didn't feel the aftershock, but I watched it, as our bookshelf started rattling.
And that's the end of it...but of course, the local media will milk it for as much as possible. Time to watch something else.
That's the result of a brown recluse spider bite. It's not anyone I know.
I suspect that is post debridement and now they are just letting it heal secondarily.
Yeah, I didn't know about all that until they were talking about it at work Friday. I slept through it, though one cow orker said his bed was shaking.
Didn't feel the aftershock either. I miss all the fun.
The media is gonna run this shit into the ground...Jesus fucking Christ.
We had a 5.2 temblor early this morning followed by a 4.6 aftershock later in the morning. It woke some people up, scared the shit out of others and caused some minor damage, mostly near the epicenter in Southeastern Illinois. I didn't feel the aftershock, but I watched it, as our bookshelf started rattling.
And that's the end of it...but of course, the local media will milk it for as much as possible. Time to watch something else.
I just really really really want this page to advance one so's I don't see leg-canyon pic when I open it. :)
It's very rare that I'm able to help someone out with so little effort.
EDIT: dammit, I thought that would be enough to flip the page. I guess I'm not as helpful as I thought. :cool:
EDIT: My first edit pushed it over the top.
Canyon leg--gone! Thanks so much. I'd much rather see a purdy bird when I open the link.
No offense, HLJ. ;)
My insanely sunburned back. stupidstupidstupid. i'm always so good about putting sunscreen on, but apparently i forgot yesterday before working in the yard from 1-3. no, i didn't feel it happening.
Hehe, I'm very badly sun burnt from my date on saturday, so I know the feeling....And it's a farmer's tan too....with a stripe...
fic writers who write:
"tact" instead of "tack" (as in, a new direction);
"baited" instead of "bated" (as in, waiting with bated breath); and
"loose" for "lose," dammit!
What writers are you reading who do that?
Miss Easy Bake Oven Master's Degree said the other day in a meeting: for all intensive purposes. I wanted to smack her.
fanfic writers--
"would of" instead of "would have" also makes me want to scream. In speech, it's not so bad, but I see it all the time in writing, too, albeit not so much in professional writing.
I read fanfiction--there's tons of it on the 'Net, usually based on tv shows, etc., and traditionally SF based, which has a long history of fanfic, although now there's lots of other genres. Most ('tho not all) I read is slash fanfiction; that is homoerotic. For instance, take any tv show you care to name, then put two male leads in a romantic relationship. Kirk/Spock ("kirk-slash-spock") was the original slash couple.
and yes, I have written this stuff--in Smallville and The Sentinel. Weird, I know, but we all need hobbies! Mine are grammatically correct, at least.
It bugs me when people say "often" without pronouncing the "t."
The word "y'all" used more than twice in one sentence is irritating, also. As in "Y'all gotta get y'all's finances figured out 'afore y'all get y'all's electricity shut off." (That was an actual quote from my conversation with Excel Energy.)
It bugs me when people say "often" without pronouncing the "t."
To me, pronouncing the 't' is an affectation--people trying to be highbrow.
eta: I just looked it up, and both pronunciations are in there, but sans-t is the first (preferred) version. I think it has to do with where you're from.
It bugs me when people say "often" without pronouncing the "t."
The word "y'all" used more than twice in one sentence is irritating, also. As in "Y'all gotta get y'all's finances figured out 'afore y'all get y'all's electricity shut off." (That was an actual quote from my conversation with Excel Energy.)
What about "All y'all"?
I have always pronounced the "t." Meh, oh well.
HLJ, I think 1 "all ya'll" counts for 2 "y'all"s.
It bugs me when people say "often" without pronouncing the "t."
But it's a perfectly acceptable pronunciation -it's the first option given in the Oxford English Dictionary.
eta, now I see cloud already said this. :lol:
Do you pronounce the d in Wednesday too?
run for the dictionary, everyone!
Do you pronounce the d in Wednesday too?
there are 2 "d" sounds in Wednesday.
wendz-day
...
HLJ, I think 1 "all ya'll" counts for 2 "y'all"s.
Vanessa: What are ya'll lookin' at? Fuck all ya'll.
there are 2 "d" sounds in Wednesday.
wendz-day
not according to the OED :)
anyway, waht to you mean "run" -a tru wordophile alwats has the two-volume Shorter Oxford within arms-reach
there are 2 "d" sounds in Wednesday.
wendz-day
I've always said Wed-ns-day
wendz-day
but the first d comes before the n
not according to the OED :)
anyway, waht to you mean "run" -a tru wordophile alwats has the two-volume Shorter Oxford within arms-reach
how else would you pronounce it?
but the first d comes before the n
in spelling, but not in pronunciation.
eta: okay my dictionary does not list the first d in pronunciation. says: wenz-da.
I think when I pronounce it, there is a soft d sound in there before, or as part of the z sound.
okay, this is the note on pronunciation of often from my Random House unabridged:
Often was pronounced with a t-sound until the 17th century, when a pronunciation without the t came to predominate in the speech of the educated, in both North America and Great Britain, and the earlier pronunciation fell into disfavor. Common use of a spelling pronunciation has since restored the (t) for many speakers, and today [both] exist side by side. Although it is still sometimes criticized, often with a (t) is now so widely heard from educated speakers that it has become fully standard once again.
in spelling, but not in pronunciation.
bollocks. that's just incorrect -like saying "nucular"
well, I don't say, "wed-nes-day" or anything. see my eta above.
cloud is mildly irritating me today. mildly being the key word.
yup. wenzday. :)
Shall we start on Connecticut? :lol:
Oh, we're going back on topic are we?
In that case mmy hair is mildy irritating me. And my eczema.
I'll take my licks, jimbob.
yeah! bad hair day! (with relief)
It bugs me when people say "often" without pronouncing the "t."
Wow, you should meet my student... I started tutoring for a local adult literacy program last year. The guy they paired me with has a heavy South Philly accent, and he leaves out a lot of consonants. So first becomes firs', last becomes las', etc. It took some time to get used to. I mean, use to.
To me, pronouncing the 't' is an affectation--people trying to be highbrow.
eta: I just looked it up, and both pronunciations are in there, but sans-t is the first (preferred) version. I think it has to do with where you're from.
So... pronouncing the "t" is an affectation...
But using "sans" is just plain folks? :angel:
having a large vocabulary is an asset, not an affectation.
(sticks out tongue)
I know! I know! I'm a wordnerd. I admit it--and that's the first step to getting help!
Oh hey, I'm with you, I like to drag my large vocabulary out, whenever I have a chance.
But not as much as I like to be snarky!
we have a large vocab because we read SF!
for the rest of you Philistines . . . just kidding!
I'm really sleepy.
I bought some fondue cheese a while back and decided to have it last night. I was going to eke it out over 3 days, which fits in well with the ehalthy pay-day shop I have planned for Monday - no temptations left in the house.
It was horrible. It tasted bizarrely as if someone had added some big glugs of cheap & nasty vodka to it. I gave up quite quickly and tipped it away. And that's a big thing for me - to actually waste food.
Then later I was hungry and cooked some spicy chicken fillets - not all that bad, but not really health food.
Anyway, the upshot is I got terrible acid reflux when I went to bed. I was awake and in pain for a long time, no indigestion medicine or tablets in the house. I was even tempted to go & ask HM if he'd go to the 24hr supermarket for me - but I knew I would be so upset if he declined it wasn't worth the risk.
I estimate I had about 4 hours sleep in the end :scream:
Thats about par for me lately - 4 hrs sleep. I'm so not getting used to it.
had to throw away my entire makeup collection today because my sink area was infested with mold. the black kind.
spent $100 on new stuff. (can't re-stock everything right away!); which was kinda fun.
but -- bought a new mirror, got it home, out of the box--cracked. so--back to Target again. ratso!
1 year old has been sick for four days now. will only sleep if he's able to sit up, hugging my chest. yes, that sounds sweet, but it also means that I haven't really slept in 4 freaking days.
9 hours last night, thanks for asking.
this is what is mildly irritating me today: Cloud and Cicero seem eerily similar to me---like maybe the same person, though I know they are not.
::quiet:: ::looks up::
Sorry your false perception is irritating you.
Not that Clouder and I don't have things in common, and Clouder is cool.....but ::buzzer::
We are both awesome (I know I am and so far I think Clouder is)....Why would you be irritated by our mutual awesome?
Oh and FYI: I don't think Cloud is the bitch that I can be. oh and impatient, judgemental, harsh, vindicitve, and sanctimonious.
;)
Oh, I can be all that. Except vindictive. I don't believe in being mean.
And we're close geographically, too! I really must get up to Santa Fe again soon. Maybe I'll get the other boob pierced while I'm up there.
Typing my 12 yr olds 4 page math assignment at 6:15 this morning because she had to leave for school in 30 minutes, and was at this point still unfed, in jammies, etc. Oh and what else was irritating? That high pitched shriek that only pre-pubescent girls can achieve, at 6:14 when she remembered the assignment.
this is what is mildly irritating me today: Cloud and Cicero seem eerily similar to me---like maybe the same person, though I know they are not.
What do you mean?!? Nothing to see here move along!!:D
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lol!!!
We aren't even trying!! I can't tell you what it is...but we share a name too...right Clouder?!?
lol!!!
I prefer to just be called "eerie" rather than "eerily alike".
Typing my 12 yr olds 4 page math assignment at 6:15 this morning because she had to leave for school in 30 minutes, and was at this point still unfed, in jammies, etc. Oh and what else was irritating? That high pitched shriek that only pre-pubescent girls can achieve, at 6:14 when she remembered the assignment.
If it makes you feel better, mine would have gone to school, not handed it in. Once the assignment showed up in the handy online grade report, she would then claim she didn't know she had to do it, wasn't sure if she had handed it in, had done it but it was in her locker, that she was pretty sure she gave it to the teacher, that she showed it to us last week don't we remember we must have lost it, that it's all stupid anyway because she's going to drop out of school as soon as she's able.
your own irritation at being called similar is more entertaining than my own "perception"
doors, baby, doors....the Doors of Perception, man. Be coool, man, be coool>
hoping joke will be gotten...if not...to the Giant Clam!
your own irritation at being called similar is more entertaining than my own "perception"
doors, baby, doors....the Doors of Perception, man. Be coool, man, be coool>
hoping joke will be gotten...if not...to the Giant Clam!
Refer to post
274 please.
:D
That took like 2 seconds for me to put together...hate to have the wasted effortlessness.
OMG! I'm going to have fricken' nightmares about giant clams coming through doors now. Thanks a lot!
Ms. Cic is obviously much cuter and younger! If meaner . . .
OMG! I'm going to have fricken' nightmares about giant clams coming through doors now. Thanks a lot!
Ms. Cic is obviously much cuter and younger! If meaner . . .
:D
Nu-uh. Maybe younger.....maybe meaner...but I don't think cuter. I think that's going a little far.....Too much makeup in that photo. I had to pick it because we have the same color shirt on. Besides:
Younger isn't always a good thing. In fact, it might even hurt the worst when it matters the most.
(lifts up nose. or is that looks down nose?) It's beneath my dignity as a "older" lady to engage in one-upgirlship on the age or cuteness issue.
and I love your pic Cic!
(lifts up nose. or is that looks down nose?)
:D
It's both...I know because I am doing it.
my what fascinating nostrils you have, my dear!
You're both cute as buttons. :)
Cat shit on my bed.
Is Bipolar getting diagnosed more often these days?
If it makes you feel better, mine would have gone to school, not handed it in. Once the assignment showed up in the handy online grade report, she would then claim she didn't know she had to do it, wasn't sure if she had handed it in, had done it but it was in her locker, that she was pretty sure she gave it to the teacher, that she showed it to us last week don't we remember we must have lost it, that it's all stupid anyway because she's going to drop out of school as soon as she's able.
Wow, yes actually I do feel better, although that will probably hit us next year
Black coffee, white tea
Is that so hard to grasp?
Why do I keep getting white coffee?
I only have one caffeinated drink a day and I don't want it with milk in!
Damnit.
Is Bipolar getting diagnosed more often these days?
Wow. I was just having a bizarrely stupid and random conversation with someone about how it seems everyone is bipolar these days. Then we went on to imagine a scenario involving a former coworker who was diagnosed with multiple personalities... and we were cracked up over the idea of each of her personalities being diagnosed with different issues such as bipolar disorder. Yep, we're sick and wrong.:o
I'm as guilty as you lookout.
Someone I worked with was diagnosed as bi-polar and my first response was, "And I don't like either of them." I then realised it was a schizophrenic joke (:blush:) but it made my friend laugh herself silly anyway.
That's a Multiple Personality joke. lol!!
Wow. I was just having a bizarrely stupid and random conversation with someone about how it seems everyone is bipolar these days. Then we went on to imagine a scenario involving a former coworker who was diagnosed with multiple personalities... and we were cracked up over the idea of each of her personalities being diagnosed with different issues such as bipolar disorder. Yep, we're sick and wrong.:o
See, this proves we were meant to make wild monkey love....doesnt it?
Today's irritant, some journalist guy was on Talk of the Nation complaining about the Disney girl's pictures in Vanity Fair. He's concerned because his 4 year old watches her show. Dear Dad, turn off the damn tv. Disney will over-sexualize young girls. That is how they make their money. Why is your child watching that crap if you are concerned with morals?
Last night I dreamed I was bi-polar.
Sounds like the first line of a song! But is the literal truth.
Very disturbing, especially in the dream I'd been tryingto hold it all together, not wanting to put my family through all the upset they felt when I told them I had depression.
Still, my brother was knighted in my dream, so it wasn't all bad.
My eBay goodies didn't arrive today.
A pair of shoes I know was posted yesterday - and which I wanted to break in for the weekend.
And my corset - which isn't yet showing payment received, so may not even get to me in time now.
It sounds silly, but after the post arrived I felt so let down because they weren't in it.
I cheered up as the day went on - I've had a great day at work and am alone tonight. Tomorrow shouldn't have the same downer though. I'm going in early because an artist needs access, so I'm leaving early and therefore getting my hair cut Thursday instead of Saturday. So whatever happens I'll be feeling good about that.
If my corset doesn't arrive by Friday however I'm moving off the irritated thread and taking up residence in the upset thread. I ordered it on MONDAY! It will quite spoil my plans. Lazy, lazy corset makers.
well, we sure don't call it "Mariah" here. Mostly we call it son of a bitch, you fucker, and other assorted epithets. We get
[SIZE="5"]WIND [/SIZE]
here. And it blows half of New Mexico into our faces. Everyone at work is going around squinting, because the dust gets into our eyes, aggravates allergies, etc.
Bah!
well, we sure don't call it "Mariah" here. Mostly we call it son of a bitch, you fucker, and other assorted epithets. We get
[SIZE="5"]WIND [/SIZE]
here. And it blows half of New Mexico into our faces. Everyone at work is going around squinting, because the dust gets into our eyes, aggravates allergies, etc.
Bah!
Wow Cloud I know exactly what you mean. It blows so hard here it is killing our garden, and the dust factor is horrible, can't ever keep the house dusted, even with dual pane windows.
I think I have an addiction to soda. It's like that Simpsons episode where they grow tomacco...you don't like the shit, but you can't stop drinking it. Seriously...I don't really enjoy the taste of regular soda anymore...it just doesn't taste that good. And yet, I keep fucking drinking it...like I might find the golden can of Dr Pepper that actually tastes like I remember it.
Jesus H. Christ...this shit drives me nuts!
Wow Cloud I know exactly what you mean. It blows so hard here it is killing our garden, and the dust factor is horrible, can't ever keep the house dusted, even with dual pane windows.
Until a couple days ago, it hadn't rained around here for some time. And there was a lot of blustery early spring weather. So it was horrible at the kids' ball games, with the wind just blowing clouds of dust up from the diamond.
I think I have an addiction to soda.
I have in past years given up alcohol for Lent, and I've given up soda. Soda was a million times harder. (I've mostly kicked the habit. I was down to not drinking it any except at lunch, and now I've replaced my lunch Pepsi with seltzer.)
Lent?
Wasn't Easter a million years ago?
EDIT: Never mind, I'm a total idiot. Apparently i need to make my tea extra stong this morning. . .
I don't really enjoy the taste of regular soda anymore...it just doesn't taste that good. And yet, I keep fucking drinking it...
I got to this point awhile back, and then I discovered the magic of sweetened iced tea. That's what I'm addicted to now instead, except I like it. :)
I love unsweet tea...the only problem with it is that almost all iced tea at restaurants, gas stations, etc. is caffeinated...moreso than soda.
I have in past years given up alcohol for Lent, and I've given up soda. Soda was a million times harder. (I've mostly kicked the habit. I was down to not drinking it any except at lunch, and now I've replaced my lunch Pepsi with seltzer.)
There's this little old lady that I deliver to...she orders a lunch special (sandwich, salad and a drink) every Friday around 2pm. During Lent, she only ordered the fish sandwich and gave up soda for Lent...she's too cute!
well, of course tea is caffeinated. (scratches head).
if you're going to establish a new habit, drink water!
well, of course tea is caffeinated. (scratches head).
if you're going to establish a new habit, drink water!
What I should have said is...I didn't realize that tea had as much caffeine as it does.
12oz Dr Pepper: 41 mg
12oz Iced Tea: 71 mg
12oz coffee: 150 mg
I actually drink about 4-8 glasses a water a day...sometimes more.
Nestea for the win!
i drink like, three bottles a day
but tea is a Superfood! it has antioxidants or crap like that. Sugar is Bad though.
I think I have an addiction to soda. It's like that Simpsons episode where they grow tomacco...you don't like the shit, but you can't stop drinking it. Seriously...I don't really enjoy the taste of regular soda anymore...it just doesn't taste that good. And yet, I keep fucking drinking it...like I might find the golden can of Dr Pepper that actually tastes like I remember it.
Jesus H. Christ...this shit drives me nuts!
I took a behavior modification class one summer. It seemed like half the class tried to break the soda habit. Soda is a real health threat man, good luck on that habit.
I love sweetened lipton tea. If I am going to die. I am going to die happy.
Syc - try fizzy water.
It will still be like going cold turkey, but the fizz helps, especially if you have it ice-cold.
If you're not really tasing your soda anyway, the mouth-feel is similar enough to fool you.
You will need a couple of weeks (I suggest a month) with NO soda though. Otherwise it will taste like what it is - a flavourless substitute. After a month, if you go back to soda it will taste like what it is, sugary crap.
me and my blasted picture posting...getting on me own nerves
lol I guess that means I'm done
My boss is a cunt.
I dont say cunt
so... yeah, he's one.
I don't have a boss, but I can understand your sentiments mate. Sometimes bosses take you for granted and treat you like shit, just because they can...till you quit. Then you just get someone else to take you for granted and treat you like shit.
I suggest a lotto ticket. Maybe you can give them all the big A.
besides posters overcompensating for their with small-title complex? ;) TV shows that start just before the top of the hour, so you miss the first, crucial minute.
Oh yes that's definately a mildly irritating habit, Cloud.
besides posters overcompensating for their with small-title complex? ;) TV shows that start just before the top of the hour, so you miss the first, crucial minute.
DVR software compensates for this by allowing you to begin recording a specified amount before the scheduled start time. Or, after the sheduled end time. For instance, I kept getting the last gag in Futurama cut off, so I set it to record until 5 minutes after the end time. Then, I started getting five minutes of Southpark. So...
then I set it to record for
30 minutes after. Now, I get Southpark recorded without taking up a slot in the queue! So, you see, when life hands you lemons, get a Tivo and you can kill two mockingbirds with one lemonade.
Today has been a comedy of errors.
My work computer is in the hospital. So, I find another computer to work on. It does not have any of my DOE software. I find something else to work on. The online connection to the Department goes down. I find something else to work on. There is an error in the letters. This computer does not link to the drive I need. I find something else to work on...it does not end. The details of these problems are often minute and hit you at submachine gun rate.
But we smile smile smile and laugh laugh laugh after each process breakdown because that is what robots get paid to do.
Sigh...
I can't find my tweezers and I want to do my eyebrows
My room is a mess
I am too slack to do any tidying
The above are all connected
Keep smiling Shawnee!
I've been back in the job (ie. re elected) five minutes and I am already in trouble :P Watch this space, I could be facing disciplinary action lol....they may even withdraw the whip!
what's wrong, Dana? Late to the orgy were you? AGAIN? No wonder you'll get the whip!
;)
Fingers crossed for you chicken.
I understand if you can't post what you did, but I'm impressed the brown envelopes got to you so quickly.
She was caught being honest with her constituents. ;)
Ugh. The Father and the Husband cannot have a 5-minute conversation about the weather without getting bitchy at each other. Literally, my dad called to warn us about a big storm coming our way tonight, and somehow this turned into a pissing match about how our digital cable (and its accompanying weather channel) works. Fucking alpha males, I swear to God...
My personal as was removed from Craigslist :mad:
Only mildly irritating because I had as many responses as a girl could need, I'm just annoyed that someone saw fit to flag it.
I hope their random clicking deletes something they really need today - gah!
Why did they pull it. Sundae?
I understand if you can't post what you did, but I'm impressed the brown envelopes got to you so quickly.
lol. Got 'em, opened 'em, spent 'em :P
Put simply, I voted against the group line in Full Council. Myself and one other group member. It was a three line whip, so voting contrary to the group line is a disciplinary matter :P
We are leaving for 3.5 days and are leaving our 18yr old and 16yr old home alone. I wonder if they will let the dogs out and feed them? I wonder if they will drink all the beer? I wonder if they will have a big assed party? I wonder if they will burn the house down?
I will try not to think about these things.
Ahh, Merc - the memories are flooding back - those truly were the best of times. The drinking, the drugs, the partying, the girls, the sex..... Just make sure they know your room is off limits.
The biggest events were always in May. You still had the school network available to get the world out, people were getting ready for the big summer break, relationships were getting fully realized, and it was the last chance to get everybody together and get this done.
A good idea is to make sure all bookcases, china cabinets, etc. are bolted securely to the wall with a molly bolt or other secure method. Some homeowners assume that nobody is going to put undue stress on them, and never bother to attach it to the wall. But a big heavy structure can tip and cause very serious injury.
It's a good idea to have fire extinguishers located on every floor of the house, and an additional one in the garage. They are not that expensive. Instruct everyone in the household on how to calmly use the device.
youse guys are mean.
that's why we're taking our teenagers with us on vacation.
You're leaving them beer? What a good dad you are!
PARTY!
There was a big "breaking news" story on the local news the other night about a bunch of teenagers who were...wait for it....DRINKING BEER!
Man, I know things are different than when I was a kid but this is breaking news? I'm surprised they didn't call in the damn SWAT team.
Install plenty of hidden cameras. This could be a goldmine.
You don't like Yoo-hoo? That's good stuff!
THAT's what
you should drink! :)
Maybe they will have a
huge party that gets lots of news coverage while you're gone.
I apparently cannot each lunch without exercising that hole in my lip. So now I have to go through the rest of the day at work with a dirty shirt.
(dirtyshirtdirtyshirtdirtyshirtdutyshirtdutyshitdutyshitdoodieshitdoodiedoodie)
Maybe they will have a huge party that gets lots of news coverage while you're gone.
My friends and I would drive around with Mountain Dew bottles (I don't even do the dew) hoping they would get mistaken for Genessee or Little Kings (pop came in real bottles those days, kids.) It's just kids getting a giggle.
Man, people make mountains out of molekegs! Root beer, folks! Teenagers, folks! Sheesh!
There were times when I would drink one liter bottles of soda out of a brown paper bag back in the day...it's always good to test your local law enforcement anyway.
Man, people make mountains out of molekegs! Root beer, folks! Teenagers, folks! Sheesh!
I've had a theory that's gotten more and more evidence as time passes... some people simply don't possess a sense of humor. They've apparently had it beaten into them that Real Adults[size=1](tm)[/size] are always. . . and I mean
ALWAYS . . . Serious[size=1](tm)[/size] . . . because any reaction to any situation other than Complete And Total Seriousness[size=1](tm)[/size] will result in the kids running wild and getting all kinds of crazy notions that they otherwise wouldn't come up with.
I've had a theory that's gotten more and more evidence as time passes... some people simply don't possess a sense of humor. They've apparently had it beaten into them that Real Adults[size=1](tm)[/size] are always. . . and I mean ALWAYS . . . Serious[size=1](tm)[/size] . . . because any reaction to any situation other than Complete And Total Seriousness[size=1](tm)[/size] will result in the kids running wild and getting all kinds of crazy notions that they otherwise wouldn't come up with.
Damn, man. I think you hit the nail on the head. Fortunately, I never got that memo.
Sure kids need guidance and discipline...but they also need to be kids and do stupid kid things.
Now I have to go call SteveDallas and ask him if he has Prince Albert in a can. :D Please alert the FBI.
if they only knew how goofy real adults actually are
I've had a theory that's gotten more and more evidence as time passes... some people simply don't possess a sense of humor. They've apparently had it beaten into them that Real Adults[size=1](tm)[/size] are always. . . and I mean ALWAYS . . . Serious[size=1](tm)[/size] . . . because any reaction to any situation other than Complete And Total Seriousness[size=1](tm)[/size] will result in the kids running wild and getting all kinds of crazy notions that they otherwise wouldn't come up with.
You're mocking me, aren't you? [/buzz lightyear]
I had a tick on me at dinner. On my neck. I'll be skeeved for days...
Eeeeeeeek!
I don't know what "skeeved" means, but I'm sure I would be too. I still have nightmares about my one tick encounter.
Now I have to go call SteveDallas and ask him if he has Prince Albert in a can. :D Please alert the FBI.
You haven't asked for my number yet.... anyway, sorry, I don't have a Prince Albert, in the can or in any other body part.
You're mocking me, aren't you? [/buzz lightyear]
Oh! Thankyou BigV! *hugs BigV* my friends and I use that a lot and I had completely forgotten where it came from.
What's mildly irritating me today?
Well.....I lost my temper last night. I don't often lose my temper. I lost my temper with the wife of the guy I lodged a complaint against *winces*. Fortunately there were only a handful of people present, as it was a small exec meeting and the meeting had closed, with some people having already left.
She was just really, really, getting on my tits. I mean really.
Background: the Chair of the party, D, my recent-ex, chose two people to act as counting agents for him at the elections, who had just been refused re-entry into the party (long story, ex-members and ex-councillors who'd had a big and public fall-out with the local party) though had been told they could re apply in a year and it would help their case if they did some work in the elections. .....so, in they go as counting agents for D, and then allegedly, they cheered rather noisily when one of our councillors lost his seat.
In the meeting it was brought up and used as a way of attacking D. In order to justify why they'd been chosen as counting agents, it was explained to them how much work the two of them had done in D's and in my election. We then went on to say that if they had cheered, then we would no longer wish to support their re-entry into the party. But....the other side have already written to region about it, and we were saying that the laws of natural justice dictate that we at least offer the couple a chance to explain themselves before taking any action to block future membership.
As the meeting closed, I and another member got into a discussion about this and the lemon-sucking-bitch, that other guy's wife, grabs the arm of the member I'm talking to and starts to pull him away saying "Oh, forget it they're just making excuses for it"
Now...I don't know why this got under my skin so badly, but my response was to mutter "oh fuck off" and then say very loudly "You're talking shite, A", I could feel D's hand grab my arm and as I continued to tell her what I thought of her argument, he squeezed, but I carried on regardless and ended up in an argument with her and her pop-eyed, mental hubby. Basically, the carefully worded, carefully delivered performance gave way to Bolton Girl!
Not so good.
You darn human!
You're an intelligent, thoughtful, and well-spoken individual. Having an instance of anger only illustrates your passion for what you are doing.
Sometimes people need to be called on the carpet.
I stayed up too late last night, mostly debating with Mrs. Dallas about the best steps to deal with our daughter, not to mention our summer schedule or lack thereof.
As a result I overslept. When I got to work everything was parked in with visitors here for a big event. There were also 3-4 construction trucks, a garbage truck, and a truck trying to deliver the big tent for Sunday's graduation, all trying to get in and out at the same time I was.
The database upgrade I started this morning got stalled due to picky compatibility details that had not been made known to me previously.
I'm now off across the street for a donut or three for breakfast. I'm afraid to imagine what troubles I'll find.
Today:
Dragon Devil Evil Lady
Oh, and left my house without my purse and had to head back after getting halfway here.
And, we have a "retreat" this afternoon, guaranteed to be chock full of lip service and the sound of phonies jumping on board...the board being painted with flowers and love but underneath it is rotten and maggoty.
Oh, and my attitude. ;)
You're mocking me, aren't you? [/buzz lightyear]
Oh! Thankyou BigV! *hugs BigV* my friends and I use that a lot and I had completely forgotten where it came from.
:blinks:
Oh. Well. You are quite welcome. One is glad to be of service. I, too, sadly, find myself in need too often.
For those who have aged out of the animation-as-entertainment demographic,
here is a sample of what I'm talking about. I leave the context to you to discover. It is one of my favorite lines.
I crossed the street an back successfully without injuringmyself or anyone else.
I crossed the street an back successfully without injuringmyself or anyone else.
That's irritating me, too. Go try again, will ya?
[COLOR="Silver"]Here's to a better day.[/COLOR]
It's raining heavily and the treads on my wingtips are worn. Odds of slippage are good. I'll give it another shot after I finish lunch.
Your daughter? Have I not been stalking you properly SD?
Our fencing coach has to move away in the interest of keeping a healthy marriage. We knew we had it good, the man coached high profile college programs and had great influence on my daughter's development. <sigh> Now we have to piece together a program for the kids. I hope we can keep it together.
Your daughter? Have I not been stalking you properly SD?
Maybe you need more practice . . .
I have written the pamphlet on how to do it successfully...and without getting caugh....oh hai Steve.
I didn't know about it either. :)
What did your daughter do?
I'm now off across the street for a donut or three for breakfast.
I crossed the street an back successfully without injuringmyself or anyone else.
I'll give it another shot after I finish lunch.
A donut or three, lunch, back to the donut shop? Ha, I knew you were a cop. :haha:
I had a tick on me at dinner. On my neck. I'll be skeeved for days...
eww! I'm skeeved for you.
Today:
chock full of lip service and the sound of phonies jumping on board...[COLOR="Sienna"]the board being painted with flowers and love but underneath it is rotten and maggoty.[/COLOR]
That's such a jesus-y thing to say :) bless you
Prom friday.
Havent asked anybody. I have two tickets, and i fear one'll go to waste.
Maybe even both. It'll suck alone.
I dont even have any clue who to ask. And even if i did know i wouldnt be able to work up the balls to ask.
nnngh.
What did your daughter do?
Her grades are in the crapper. The biggest reason is that she has, more than once, done an assignment and then just carried it aronud in her bag and not handed it in.
Prom friday.
Havent asked anybody. I have two tickets, and i fear one'll go to waste.
Maybe even both. It'll suck alone.
If it makes you feel better, I went stag to mine. (If it makes you think, "oh shit, now I'm going to turn out like SteveDallas," then just forget I said anything.)
A donut or three, lunch, back to the donut shop? Ha, I knew you were a cop. :haha:
I wasn't going back for a donut, I was just crossing the street hoping to slip and make Shawnee's day. :angel:
In my day, all the single people went together as a group. No one "asked" anyone that they weren't already in a relationship with.
Steve: I'm probably gonna end up doing that either way, but... i know me, and i know I won't really enjoy it as much if i go alone. I get all tense and jumpy and angsty and anxious at big things like that when i dont have a group/person i know i can glom onto. I'm not good at big events like that, especially not alone. I went to Frolic (winter formal) alone; i didn't enjoy it (though afterparty was kinda fun... besides the fact that i hate clubs/bars too). So I dunno.
Clod: yeah, I might end up doing that; some people here do that too, but this is really the only time, here, where people actually do anything remotely approaching romantic interaction, which means i'll feel slightly less dumb about doing it.
I went with the group of girls I hung around with and we had a great time. Much the same as with Clod, mostly only people who were already 'going out' were partners. The worst part for some people was that they asked someone out earlier in the year who they were keen on, but by the time the day came around, they couldn't stand the person. That'd suck. That was why I went with the girls instead of worrying about a date.
Prom friday.
Havent asked anybody. I have two tickets, and i fear one'll go to waste.
Proms are starting to take off here now. Lot of the schools are doing them, complete with lads in tuxedoes and gals in frocks.
Personally, I prefer what we used to do over here: The Leaving Do.
Nobody had to ask anybody else. All the school leavers would turn up to the school hall/gym/available space. There'd be a disco (usually done by one of the cooler teachers) and everyone would sneak in bottles of alcohol to add to the fruit punch and cola.
Basic.....but nobody got left behind. No tickets, no picking up dates, just arrive en masse and have a party.
I got out of bed and helped/supervised my daughter in packing her lunch & heading off to the school bus, which comes at 6:50AM (an irritiation in and of itself).
My wife & son were still asleep and I didn't have to leave for work till 8:30, so I innocently sat down and read for a few minutes.
At 7:30, the phone rang. It was my daughter, pleading for me to bring her homework, which she had left at home, to her. So I got dressed and drove it over to hand it off to her on the corner by the school. (For those keeping score at home, that's right... school starts at 7:50, the first bell is at 7:40, and the bus leaves our block at 6:50 even though we only live ~10 minutes from the school.) (For the record, I checked over her homework last night, and asked her to put it in her bag. I obviously didn't watch her closely enough to make sure she did.)
I arrived back home at about 8:00 to find my son watching TV. He said he'd like me to drive him to school. They're doing multiplication tables. He's up to the 9 x test. In order to move to the next "number" they have to pass a test where they complete 12 problems in 30 seconds. When he takes the bus, he gets there just before the bell. The teacher will let them make an extra attempt at the test in the morning if they're ready to go by the time the bell rings, so he wanted a little more time. This was fine, but a little more advance warning would have been appreciated. So I drove him to school
They're doing multiplication tables. He's up to the 9 x test. In order to move to the next "number" they have to pass a test where they complete 12 problems in 30 seconds.
We're going through this with my daughter, except I get the feeling she has more time than that. She seems really slow at home when I quiz her. Takes her maybe 5 seconds to answer when I throw a couple numbers at her. At school, she aced all of them until she hit the 9's?, and she had to retake that one twice. She's doing the 12s today. Once the whole class passes all of them, they have an ice cream party.
I was good at 9s because Sister French-fry (Francis) made me write them on the board like a hundred times.
My 7 year old niece was struggling with math despite her parents working with her. They got her a tutor, and she is getting A's.
There's a great passage from Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress":
“Are two types of jokes. One sort goes on being funny forever. Other sort is funny once. Second time it’s dull. This joke is second sort. Use it once, you’re a wit. Use twice, you’re a halfwit.”
“Geometrical progression?”
“Or worse. Just remember this. Don’t repeat, nor any variation. Won’t be funny.”
Clone threads are the second sort.
A
joke is irritating you? Someone trying to lighten your mood, make you laugh, is irritating you? :rolleyes:
Are you sure its not something else?
I was good at 9s because Sister French-fry (Francis) made me write them on the board like a hundred times.
9s are easy for me because at some point, a math teacher taught me how to do them on my fingers. Shame it only works with 9s...
jinx, how do you do it with your fingers?
Humor Dictators. Heil Happy!!!!
I learned a way to remember them that was unique - can't write it out here, but it makes them so easy... searching for a link - not happening. It was something about subtract one from the number and then add whatever was necessary to make nine... 9x8 - one less than 8 =7 add 2 to equal nine. Hence the answer is 72. I dunno after looking at the link I prefer Jinx's method.
Hold you hands up in front of you side by side, start on the far left and put one finger down at a time. Putting the first finger down (X1) leaves 9 up. Putting the second finger down (X2) leaves 1 then 8 more, 3rd finger - 2 then 7 etc etc.... kwim?
Call it what you will. Clone threads didn't seem particularly funny even in the beginning. After the first dozen or so...
S'not irritating me more than any other day, but I'm not now and have never been a fan of clone threads. Especially as interesting thread drift typical of the Cellar means I feel obliged to read them all, and usually don't get anything in return.
I'd find them much funnier if they were in a thread of their own, like Replies to the Cellar Tag Line.
Just my opinion.
But the fact is, you don't have to read them. I find many thread types completely irritating, I won't enumerate them here...but I don't admonish the thread-makers for making the thread. I can choose to not read "Why I have 39 pairs of socks and how I wash them and what color they are and how this is relevant to world peace."
;)
Hold you hands up in front of you side by side, start on the far left and put one finger down at a time. Putting the first finger down (X1) leaves 9 up. Putting the second finger down (X2) leaves 1 then 8 more, 3rd finger - 2 then 7 etc etc.... kwim?
I think I got you. But it would be more fun to see it in a video.
I can choose to not read "Why I have 39 pairs of socks and how I wash them and what color they are and how this is relevant to world peace."
;)
I can refer you to some sock knitting sites . . . .
okay, I didn't see this discussion on clone threads here before I posted my thread. sorry.
too much of a bad thing, perhaps.
Sorry guys. I hope I didn't offend any of you. We all have a right to our opinions...but I get a little excited when expressing mine.
i hope you are all offended....cuz...fuck you.
okay, yay! when and where!
oh wait . . . married. Darn!
;)
S'not irritating me more than any other day, but I'm not now and have never been a fan of clone threads.
I'm not a huge fan myself, I just see it as someone contributing what they like to contribute... and the intention is to be funny. There are plenty of posts and threads that are intended to piss people off, that intend to show how brilliant and superior the poster is, etc etc... and they usually aren't labeled as obviously as clone threads so they're harder to skip over.
SteveDallas--maybe this is a dumb question, but if you have to get up to get your daughter on the bus, why not just drive her in the first place, 15 minutes before school starts? :confused:
I'll field this one.
The answer is because shut up, that's why.
SteveDallas--maybe this is a dumb question, but if you have to get up to get your daughter on the bus, why not just drive her in the first place, 15 minutes before school starts? :confused:
Because, apparently, she values time to socialize with her friends on the bus more than she values an extra half hour of sleep.
I plan to start researching that after I figure out what "friends" are.
You're irritating yourself?
a gypsy-souled woman in black with loads of silvery jewelry and hair till tuesday.
These guys.....they keep calling on the phone to get our business information....After I made inquiries about it, they gave me this web address..I called them back to let them know that they would not be able to give us a "complimentary listing" until they got their website in order.
They keep calling, 4 times this morning, and every time I have been hung up on for one reason or another. I think their website is fake, and I am not sure what they are doing with the information they are inquiring about.
http://www.mylocalreach.com/how-it-works.php
Crap it's another TM on the phone now, it's a recording so I won't be able to describe why I will not do anything at all for them.
Cic, it's just a sales scam. They put you in a "directory" of local businesses and then try to make you pay for a copy of it. When I was temping, I got calls like that all the damn time. One went so far as to blatantly lie and say I had verbally authorized the purchase, and claim they had a recording of it. They went so far as to play the recording of the call for my boss before they figured out I had said no such thing.
The magic phrase is, "Before you continue, let me tell you I am not authorized to purchase anything for this company." Works especially well with the Indian telemarketers for some reason.
I know it's a scam. That's why I called them back to discuss the issue with customer service. I told them their fake website sucked, and that they don't even have the capitilization in titles right. The links don't work and it isn't even a good fake.
I gave them some information when I called, like my phone number and to not call it again. I think they will do that. I don't think they want to get a hold of me again. lol!
They were actually pissed by the time I hung up. I had too many questions and wanted to talk about it.
:)
I'm a chatty cathy. lol!
I decided to call them and bother them. And when I was done saying all I had to say, I continued to talk and talk....lol!
I don't know...maybe I'll call back some other time, when the auto dialer hits me again because they forgot to take my number out of their call stream.
I have decided to research the company every time someone calls me now. Right on the phone. I will tell the person on the other end what I have discovered in my research and keep them on the phone until I have had my fill.
I can't believe how cheesy that website is. It's sad that they are going to get someone somewhere on the line that will fall for their crap.
Everything irritated me today.
I went to a local business park on the bus after verifying that the company I was visiting provided the service I needed and was open. When I got there the only man who could provide the specific service had just left. I left too, politely, but fuming until my hair started to lift from my head and crinkle.
Then I walked back to work past two - TWO - nearer businesses that provided the same service. That was my own stupidity, but no less irritating.
Then everyone at work wanted a piece of me, just as I was settling down to do something quite complex which required full concentration. They never bug me when I'm franking the post or booking tickets online, nooooooooo. Leave it til Friday when I am cross checking info between two different paper files (my predecessor loved teh paper) a spreadsheet and various word documents why doncha? And of course it was all urgent because it was Friday afternoon, when I know most of it could have either waited til Tuesday or was only urgent because they'd hung onto it.
And my wisdom tooth is making another bid for freedom and is hurting my gum, which makes me tetchy.
And it's Friday and I was working after work so no chill out & relax for Cherry and I was shanghai'd into coming into work at 09.00 tomorrow (today!) to open up for an artist who has no keys because of course I live the closest. So no lie-in for me & Diz. Well - for me - he'll wake me up at some time between 05.00 and 06.00 crying because he's sleeping alone and wants to come under the covers with me rather than be in his heated cat bed.
AnyWAY.
The pub was superb tonight. Worked an extra hour, got an extra £10. Happy with my lot so it all worked out okay. Still a bugger about tomorrow, but I might just go back to bed & read once the artist has gone. Need to be fresh for Eurovision.
Thank you for listening.
you know those scrambled-up word codes they have you put in on various websites to make sure you're a RealHuman (tm) instead of a 'bot?
They are hard to read! and I can NEVER get them right the first time! arrgh!
Guess I'm just a bot after all.
there's no place in my frig that I can fit an open bottle of wine in.
(and no, I can't drink a whole bottle by myself at once. Well, I could . . . )
What if you put the cap back on and lie it down?
We came around a corner to see the local scumbag kids riding bikes 6 abreast on our windey pot hole strewn road over a blind knoll. A few seconds later we met a teenage girl driving up behind them with her feet out the window, apparently leaving the pedals to the dick wad in the passenger seat. We were just trying to get home alive on memorial day weekend. Thankfully they don't wear helmets so some may not be breeders.
What if you put the cap back on and lie it down?
cap? ha!
I'm afraid it will leak.
Decant it into empty water bottles.
which you are not supposed to re-use because they harbor bacteria. Are you TRYING to get me sick?
assholes. Who don't read posts. That's what pissing me off.
assholes. Who don't read posts. That's what pissing me off.
It looked like the humor bit wasn't "got" or the need to preach superceded it...
people who whine an awful lot.
it reminds me of my 17 year old brother in a chat room.
he chats with total strangers so he can complain
and it's stupid.
HM.
Just venting.
This morning, about 04.00 he woke me up. Not him specifically, but the female voice of the person downstairs with him. I dozed off, but was woken again, twice. At this point I more or less wake myself up by huffing and puffing and checking the clock - 04.30. Insupportable! On a work night?!
So I call his name down the stairs. He responds, "Yes?" and I ask if he can keep the noise down. Okay - it wasn't loud, but when I took my earplugs out prior to calling, I realised that not only were they talking in normal voices, but there was music on too. Which - although that wasn't what woke me - I also feel is unreasonable at 04.30 on a weeknight.
This morning - tired because the adreneline rush of the "confrontation" left me sleepless for another 30 mins - I get up & go downstairs. There's a note on the table for me. Expecting the apology I haven't had all the last times he's woken me up in the last 3 weeks I read it, half smiling. WE NEED TO TALK - S.
I literally had the breath knocked out of me. I sat down. I felt like I'd been punched. Sorry to be melodramatic - I feel emotions physically and this is what happened.
I got ready for work and after thinking and thinking and thinking I wrote on the same note: Sure, no problem. Obviously we can't talk til I get home from work. So reading this message - brusque, all in capitals is going to make me worry all day.
So. No call at the office. I did worry all day. I worked hard, but every third thought in my head was a worry about the huge row I was going to walk into when I got home, and how I could defend myself against claims that I was out of order. And how much of the past would be dragged into the row.
When I got home, HM was quite cheery. Housecleaning as he said he would. Asked how my day was - crummy - I replied, honestly. I didn't tell him I'd had acid reflux all day through worrying. Or that I dreaded 18.00 and had my head in my hands at various points through the day just thinking about it.
So we had our "chat". He was all about, "how can we deal with this so it suits us both?" But he also said, "I'm not going to not do this" and "I finally have a chance at a social life and I need to take it" and "This is going to happen more and more so we need to find a way around it".
I am irritated by the lack of apology, by his demeanour which would have been appropriate to someone arguing the toss, but was overly aggressive given my completely broken response and total capitulation, to the fact that even when he knew he had left a shouty note and I had responded politely pointing out it was a bad approach he STILL didn't troubel to set my mind at rest.
I know it's his house. This is why I haven't said a bloody word about the recurring disturbances (3 times I've been unable to sleep and had to call down - there's been at least another 3 I can think of immediately where he's woken me up but I've managed to sleep again).
I just hate how you reach a certain point with people and then they turn on this wall of ice. HM has been very very good to me. But on this issue he is in the right and I have obviously overstepped the mark and that is that and if I'm a good girl we'll say no more about my bad behaviour. And yet to me (and I know it's my issue) waking someone up is one of the rudest things you can do that's actually legal. It's such bloody bad manners.
Suck it up. Sigh.
Just venting, like I said.
HM.
Just venting.
This morning, about 04.00 he woke me up. Not him specifically, but the female voice of the person downstairs with him. I dozed off, but was woken again, twice. At this point I more or less wake myself up by huffing and puffing and checking the clock - 04.30. Insupportable! On a work night?!
So I call his name down the stairs. He responds, "Yes?" and I ask if he can keep the noise down. Okay - it wasn't loud, but when I took my earplugs out prior to calling, I realised that not only were they talking in normal voices, but there was music on too. Which - although that wasn't what woke me - I also feel is unreasonable at 04.30 on a weeknight.
...
Maybe you should have tried this:
Pete: It's four in the fucking morning!
Shaun: It's Saturday!
Pete: No, it's not. It's fucking Sunday. And I've got to go to fucking work in four fucking hours 'cos every other fucker in my fucking department is fucking ill! Now can you see why I'm SO FUCKING ANGRY?
Ed: Fuck, yeah!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh that has SO been in my head all day.
In fact I have it up here right now and am tempted to play that part quite loudly...
But no.
I have to get over my irritation and get along because things work better that way.
BTW, Pete's last line is one of my favourites just for the phrasing. I use the same cadence quite often, and no-one gets it. Weirdly enough.
And the front door is open - AGAIN!
I have ants. Inside the house.
Get 'em every year when the weather warms up. Don't blame 'em for trying to come inside--I wouldn't want to be out there either.
Gotta spraaaaaaaaaaay!
Time to spread your wings, Sundae....?
news blurb: We're gonna need booster shots for shingles because we're not being exposed to chicken pox occasionally. How convenient, it's good to be in the vacinne business.
Time to spread your wings, Sundae....?
Nah - I'm still far better off there than elsewhere.
It's less what happened and more his attitude to it that bugs me. I'll get over it.
I have ants. Inside the house.
Get 'em every year when the weather warms up. Don't blame 'em for trying to come inside--I wouldn't want to be out there either.
Gotta spraaaaaaaaaaay!
We've had good luck with the
terro boxes.
thank you--I'll check them out.
Wacked a woodchuck the other day. OK Reset the trap and caught an opposum today. I just don't feel like wacking it today, esp after I just came back from a shoot where I photographed a farmer butchering 105 chickens. I wsa really looking forward to a glass of red wine. Instead I have to either relocate the possum or wack it and dispose of the body.
rrrrrrr.
foot - what are you trying to catch?
P.S. I think 'wacked a woodchuck' can have a lot of interpretations.
We get annual woodchuck infestations. I was just being sure I got all of the woodchucks before i put the trap away.
It was him or me...
poor defenseless little groundhog . . .
Can you eat ground hogs? If so I am in...
Why did you need to kill the possum?
I have to go visit a disabled children and young person's respite care home today. Normally I attend with the assessment officer, but I was unable to make it last week so ended up arranging to do a seperate visit this week. I am so not in the mood for this, Y'know? I am ready to be on holiday for a week, I need a break. Don't wanna iron clothes and make m'self look respectable, just want to chill at home with Pilau and a good book.
After that I have to meet my election agent and fill out the election expense returns. Blah.
But that's only very, very mildly irritating me.....what's mildly irritating me is that I have booked off next week as a holiday (not going anywhere just at home) but have realised there are three events I need to be at during that week :(
It's not irritating me, but it weirded me out a bit.
It's my responsibility to keep the office stocked with certain items - cleaning materials, tea and coffee, biscuits for external meetings etc. My predecessor tended to order from a stationery company, but I realised even before VAT they were more expensive than a normal supermarket.
So I made the decision to accept a £5 delivery charge and order once a month. I am already saving the company money. The online account is in the company name and is paid for on the company credit card. I don't shop online myself, I only use this account for work.
The nearest supermarket that delivers is Sainbury's. Where I shop myself, the old fashioned way. Where I have a loyalty card. So I use my loyalty card to accrue points for my office spend. Nothing wrong with that.
BUT. The second time I shopped online, the helpful website came up with suggestions of what I might like to buy. Instead of cleaning products, toilet rolls, coffee it offered me cheap cuts of chicken (for the boys), scented candles and lager. Using the purchases tracked on my loyalty card over the last 10 months.
Of course I realise this is the point of the cards. You don't get something for nothing from a big company. And I'm not getting paranoid and ooooh, Big Brother! It just spooked me for a while, as if someone was looking out of my pc and recognising me.
That's not all companies are tracking about your online buying habits.
This has been irritating all week and even came up at dinner at a neighbor's last night. (I was still polite but observably quiet about it) We are not particularly close to these neighbors. I do find it insulting that LOTR tours etc..that fall under the heading of "craetive torus" can retrogress into being a racist issue. Misspelling intentional, sorry. Only living here do I find each idea narrowed down to race even if it's a fun and cool idea. If there are too many white people doing anything, even if they are international white people, the experts in their field, and asking for more participation from an international community, racism is still brought up:
(Local alt. media newspaper)
http://sfreporter.com/articles/publish/zanes-world-052808-red-lights-white-men.php
That's where I live for you. People mark it out if there are too many white people in one area. Whether the point of the whole thing is to create diversity and define what this new field is with everyone or not.
Why did you need to kill the possum?
It was him or me.
Freakin' kids slamming the door to the backyard, right next to my computer, every freakin' five minutes. God I can't wait for Monday!
My BBQ is out of gas, so I am cooking steak inside and now my whole bloody house feels smokey and manky.
I have the exhaust fans going and now the air con to blow it out.
Stupid steak
We had steak on the menu in the pub yesterday - had the same effect. The bench I usually use to prop the door open was in use from 13.00-15.00, then as that family left and I leapt forward to use it, another family settled themselves down on it and closed the door.
Nice - you obviously enjoy sitting in a hot, smoky pub!
Stupid customers.
binky, at least they're closing the door! mine wouldn't close the door when they come in the house if an angry, hungry grizzly bear were chasing them.
I reapplied for college last week
the suspense is killing me
especially since I haven't told anyone that I've done it...
*smiles* I'll keep my fingers crossed for you :)
I'm starting to believe that the "Trip to Hawaii" is just a collective practical joke. Everyone who has ever been here has to sign a statement telling everyone that it is heaven on earth even though they didn't really like it that much... that way they won't feel stupid about falling for the trick when everyone else they know eventually falls for it as well.
It's pretty. There's an ocean. Lots of beaches. So far absolutely nothing I haven't seen elsewhere for a lot less money... and these fuckers are just so chilled out that you can't get anything at all done here. I think I'm going to have a stroke. And I will not sign on the dotted line promising to tell everyone how fucking great the place is.
Dude. Get drunk.
Sure, you could get drunk anywhere, but that shouldn't prevent you from getting drunk where you are.
... and these fuckers are just so chilled out that you can't get anything at all done here.
THEN DON'T DO ANYTHING. Take a tip from the chilled out fuckers and CHILL THE FUCK OUT.
...and *run*, don't walk, away from the damn computer. Go get wet, on the outside or on the inside. Hell, I live five minutes from salt water, and I was still blown away by the natural beauty of the place.
Waiiiiit.... are you on vacation or is this a work trip? We went to Hawaii for, you know, vacation. Not having to get stuff done. Perhaps that's why our experiences have been different.
Tell ya what. I'll switch sides with you--right now. We'll play each other's team, and at the end, you decide if the "field wasn't in your faaaaavor /whine".
Ok, just kidding. I still have 6 years, 11 months, and 2 1/2 weeks to save up for the next trip. I can't sub out for you now. Sorry nancy-boy.
Cleaning house.
New cat interview on Thurs lunchtime and out tomorrow night (planned months ago)
Cleaning is not my natural state of being, so already have a high state of irritation running.
The dishwasher is full. The dishes are clean. The door is open.
Cheers HM. On top of everything else I'll empty that for you shall I? We both know there is likely 1 fork in there that is mine.
Well, yes, I could leave the dish and glass I found in my room (my bad, I know) in the sink. But that would have a huge signpost over it saying, "Dishwasher Issue!" and I don't want a row.
Meh, could probably emptied it in the time it took to moan about it. But it bugs me that I rarely use things like the fridge, freezer, bin, dishwasher in this house (I do most of my cooking and eating at work now) and yet do more than my fair share of emptying, de-icing, cleaning up spills etc.
Oh and he's done such a big clothes wash (2nd this week) that I can't fit my washing on the drier - again! Sigh. Can't even say anything. His washing machine, his drier etc. I'm going to take it into work as we have airers there and as far as I know no artists are in til Thurs.
Better get back to cleaning and stop moaning.
Despite this being my week off I have to go to a fecking public consultation event. Nowt I can do about it, as I've been working on this issue for months (a community centre which has all but been condemned is now in the firing line for closure as part of a wider redevelopment) and this is just when the event has been scheduled for. This is the difficulty with trying to book time off. Obviously if I were away I'd be unable to go, but I can't quite make myself miss this.
Mildly irritating.
Just opened a box of Muesli I bought the other day cause I really fancied some. but it's nothing like good old Alpen, even though it looked a bit similar on the packet. It's just mixed up cornflakes, branflakes and rice crispies with the occasional oat or chip of fruit or nut thrown in. This is not real muesli, people! :(
DISAPPOINTED (oh there's another move/tv line we regularly use in this household)
I'm starting to believe that the "Trip to Hawaii" is just a collective practical joke. Everyone who has ever been here has to sign a statement telling everyone that it is heaven on earth even though they didn't really like it that much... that way they won't feel stupid about falling for the trick when everyone else they know eventually falls for it as well.
It's pretty. There's an ocean. Lots of beaches. So far absolutely nothing I haven't seen elsewhere for a lot less money... and these fuckers are just so chilled out that you can't get anything at all done here. I think I'm going to have a stroke. And I will not sign on the dotted line promising to tell everyone how fucking great the place is.
Heh, you learn that pretty quick when you live there. Everyting is on da island time bra.
You think it is bad visiting? try getting a person to come and do work at your house to fix anything. It goes something like this:
ring, ring
"hello"
"hey can you come over and cut the palm frawns and coconuts down. They are falling out of the trees and are going to kill one of my kids or dogs."
"sure bra, no problem. we come friday."
"Ok, cool. Thanks, see you friday"
friday comes and goes.
weds of next week.
ring, ring
"hello"
"Ummm, yea, I called last week. you were going to come last friday and cut down our palm frawns and coconuts. Remember?"
"Ahha... yea bra, no problem. we come friday"
friday comes and goes.
weds of next week.
ring, ring
"hello"
"Ummm, yea, I called last week and the week before that. you said you were going to come last friday and cut down our palm frawns and coconuts. Remember? But you didn't come. You think you could make it this week?"
"Ahha... yea bra, no problem. we come friday"
rinse and repeat for about three weeks.
they never come but the neigbor is getting theirs done by some Samoan family and I just trot over and get someone else to do it.
Name anything you want done and it is the same thing. You just have to relax into it and realize you can't control anything.
Monster, do you want me to freight you some Alpen over?
I eat Sainsbury's Basics muesli. Costs 52p.
The most expensive ingredients in muesli are dried fruit and nuts. I pick them both out. So with a cheaper version I have the muesli I always wanted (I like raisins, the only fruit in this one). Oh, I'd have it slightly less sweet, but Alpen is sweeter.
What's bothering me today - as it does from time to time.
Bloody foreign adverts!
Badly dubbed!
If you want to sell me something, at least make a British advert.
Jeez.
American or European, I'm not a racialist.
I just find it patronising - like we won't notice? The man in the car ad who paints his garage (with the disappearing internal window btw) is told he'll be a Papa while the dubbing says Daddy.
The BMW ad which occasionally shows the car driving on the left, but in vistas never seen in this country, and with a UK style reg in the close ups.
The Chinese boy on the toilet, badly dubbed with a British accent when anyone can tell from the quality of the picture it's a US advert rather than UK.
The Gaviscon firefighters ad where the accents are Yorkshire and the uniforms are American.
Argh.
American or European, I'm not a racialist.
But do you have to pee like a racialist?:3eye:
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
That is all. ;)
Coworkers who insist on giving you a blow-by-blow account of their entire weekend, complete with all the gossip about people you don't know and don't care about.
palm frawns
is that some new kinda seafood? (scratches head)
Monster, do you want me to freight you some Alpen over?
Thanks, Dana, but I'll be OK. I used to make my own which was much nicer anyway (and no sugar or milk) I just felt cheated 'cause the packet looked like the real thing and made me want some... (I used to buy Sainsbury's too, SG, same reasons)
Irritated at me, for not having enough sense to go to bed at a decent hour.:zzz:
Shawnee, I hope you can take comfort in the fact that, no matter what time it was when you went to bed, it was two hours earlier here in Colorado.
I take great comfort knowing that. Thanks. *wipes tear from eye*
Another irritation: "new" cow orker. "Is this done yet?" I'm working on it. "Well, I can do it if you want, do you want me to do it?" I'm running it through the process...it's not instant. "Is it done yet? I can do that for you." I'm trying to finish it, could you please close that student record? "Well, I have the record open want me to just do it?" No, leave it alone for a second, please.
OK, I've only been doing this job for 6 1/2 years, I"m pretty sure how it all works.
Sigh...it's good that she wants to learn, but when I do try to spend time with her to teach her she gets all "I know everything" flustered. It's "I want to learn" holding hands with "I know so much I'm scary."
Oh, and fucking robotoids annoy the hell out of me.
This fucking weather in Baltimore...currently it's 94, and even with low humidity, it still sucks!
Shawnee, I hope you can take comfort in the fact that, no matter what time it was when you went to bed, it was two hours earlier here in Colorado.
Unlikely. It is certainly possible that a clock her bedside displayed a different value than one in Colorado, but that doesn't mean it was a different time...
Unlikely. It is certainly possible that a clock her bedside displayed a different value than one in Colorado, but that doesn't mean it was a different time...
Ah, than what is time but a human construct?
I believe time exists independent of my awareness of it, independent of humanity's awareness of it. I know that's not a complete answer to your question, it isn't even complete by my low and ignorant standards.
I will think more about your question.
Im going for a girls nite out with our finance company tomorrow nite....to Guys and Dolls.
I want to go to the strippers.
I'd take Guys & dolls anyday!
(I was in a version of it)
Strippers never get their cocks out.
Oh! I guess they might do in Aus! Please tell?!
Cocks do come out over here.
I have the best of both worlds now though, Guys and Dolls, then there will be a hot, horny dude waiting for me in my hotel room.
:D Woo Hoo.
All I wanted was one package of brown 'n serve rolls. But standing in my way was a lady determined to find that perfect package of hotdog buns out of the whole display of identical packages of hotdog buns.
Is this it? No... What about this one? Or this one? Or this one? Or this one? Oh, wait, this is is pretty good...oh, no nevermind. Now THIS one! No, no, this one is all wrong. Maybe this one, or this one, or this one. Have I tried these back here, all the way in the back? I'll just pull 5 or 10 of these out. No, no, no, these are all wrong. Have I looked at this one yet? Oh... hold on... this one is pretty great. I think...yes. This is it! Except...no. No it isn't. This one is total shit. I already looked at this one I think. But what about this one? Or this one? Or this one? Or this one?
I know a guy with schizophrenia who used to do that with bread.
lol @ Flint - I was getting paper products and the lady in front of me did the same thing with paper plates... PAPER PLATES for goodness sakes - Maybe I should have posted this in the good deeds thread - cuz nut choking her into submission was mine for the day.
OK, I'll take your paper plates and raise you a "leave your cart in the middle of the aisle while you wander around looking at 567 identical packages of Kraft American Cheese" and a "I need to be on my cell phone the entire time I perform all the above tricks."
Seriously, what do they talk about?
Caller: Hey whaddya doin'?
Callee: Nothing, whatchoo doin'?
Caller: I'm at the grocery store
Callee: Yeah?
Caller: Yeah
Callee: what are ya buyin'?
Caller: some milk, some eggs, maybe a frozen pizza
Callee: really?
Caller: yeah
Callee: cool
Caller: yeah
Sheesh.
lol - thats sounds like my sons when they are with me. The wanna be doing ANYTHING other than what I have them doing.
aside* I took them offshore fishing.... no cell service all day ..... Ahhh the silence was deafening and absolutely wonderful at the same time.
Did they experience withdrawal? :)
Bigtime! - on the way in they were both anxiously waiting for their service to return. Very comical to the adults on-board.
OK, I'll take your paper plates and raise you a "leave your cart in the middle of the aisle while you wander around looking at 567 identical packages of Kraft American Cheese" and a "I need to be on my cell phone the entire time I perform all the above tricks."
I'll take your Kraft American Cheese and raise you a "standing rummaging in my bag while my pushchair and two kids block the entry to the Post Office and three people are waiting to get out but there is a bloke on crutches! bending over to pick something up on the other side of me and I'll still yap into my mobile and not notice the bottleneck is my fault because no-one wants to get mad at the cripple".
Sheesh!
:lol2:
I think you win the pot on this one!
Seriously, what do they talk about?
This is the most common cellphone conversation I hear in the grocery store.
Middle-aged man dressed in business casual clothes: "Okay, what is it called again? No, it's not here. Yes, I'm on the right aisle.
Yes, I'm sure. I'm really not seeing it. I think they're out of it. Right, a blue package, yellow lettering... there's nothing like that here. *sigh* Fine, I'll go find an employee and ask them..."
I was in the bathroom at work one day and there was a guy in the stall talking on his cell phone. When I walked out I turned off the light. I figure he can talk just as well in the dark.
I find that freakishly weird.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"poopin'"
"cool, man"
This is the most common cellphone conversation I hear in the grocery store.
Middle-aged man dressed in business casual clothes: "Okay, what is it called again? No, it's not here. Yes, I'm on the right aisle. Yes, I'm sure. I'm really not seeing it. I think they're out of it. Right, a blue package, yellow lettering... there's nothing like that here. *sigh* Fine, I'll go find an employee and ask them..."
:3eye: Mrs. Dallas and I joke about how it's impossible for either of us to get to a trip to the store without calling home. For us it's more like "They didn't have X... do you want a different brand, or nothing?" or "Y is on sale... should we stock up?" or "Did you check out yet? Good, I left something off the list . . . "
Either one of us is just as likely to use any of these as the other one.
Middle-aged man dressed in business casual clothes: "Okay, what is it called again? No, it's not here. Yes, I'm on the right aisle. Yes, I'm sure. I'm really not seeing it. I think they're out of it."
:For us it's more like "They didn't have X... do you want a different brand, or nothing?"
This is me.
What did husbands do before cell phones? Buy the wrong flour? ;)
When I'm in a public place and someone is talking on a cell phone I always imagine walking up behind them and tazering them on the back of the neck. Then, as they are writhing around on the floor, a little voice is coming out of the phone, "Hello, hello, are you there?"
That makes me laugh.
I'll be your partner in crime.
Man I hate phones!
Ohhh I can't tell you how badly that makes me want to ring you up.
Well, I'm flattered SteveDallas.
Oh, you meant Shawnee, didn't you?
I find that freakishly weird.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"poopin'"
"cool, man"
We had a tag sale awhile back and the inch was pooping in teh dnstrs WC. He pulled aside the curtain and began a conversation with some woman about something or other, he's chatting up a storm through the screen and she's chatting back, he invites her over for dinner, and they are chatting some more and I know what is going on because I know what room he is in. She says to him, innocently, "what are you doing?" "I'm pooping."
"O." she tries to play it cool and nonchalant, "well, I'll let you finish."
L'dMAO.
But that's not irritating me.
I find that freakishly weird.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"poopin'"
"cool, man"
I find it pretty disturbing as well. In my old office building there was another financial services company. They're one of the big ones and honestly their new guys are just tools. It was common for them to sit in the stalls doing their business and talking to clients at the same time. WTF? I would just repeatedly flush the toilets and sing.
I always chat on my phone whilst peeing.
Otherwise its just a big waste of time.
Poison ivy on my arm. It's more than mildly irritating me actually, but this thread was right up top...
I had placed an order from Lenovo for several computers.
Today two of the computers arrived.
Via truck freight.
Strapped to a pallet.
Ugh, that doesn't sound too good.
It just means I have the pallet sitting around my office till I can convince somebody to come take it away and dispose of it. It's also annoying in that the regular UPS, Fedex, DHL, etc. drivers know where to go and what to do. When the freight trucks come they end up grabbing the first person they see and say "where should I leave these boxes?" It's sub-optimal.
HM has come in for a chat.
Every time he asks for a chat he wants to tell me off about something.
This time it is about "the state of the house".
Why does this bother me?
Because when neither of us were working I kept the place as clean as I could be bothered to and he did nothing.
Let's face it he didn't fix the toilet for three months.
Then for the six weeks that I was working and he wasn't, he did nothing.
I did less, but between us we kept it tidy, although not spotless.
When he started work, he started having a huge clean on his midday day off. About a month ago. In that time I have had my own two blitzes.
So in fact, it's not like he has had to clean up after me for a long weary time.
But he came in to say he needed me to help out a bit.
Do more you mean, I said.
He gave a long suffering sigh and shook his head.
I didn't push it - but it pisses me off that he thinks I do nothing, have been doing nothing, that the way the place looks is all down to him etc etc.
The bathroom hasn't been cleaned since I last cleaned it.
And the time before that. And the time before that.
All he has done is the kitchen floor twic (the first times since I've moved in here) and the living room/ hall/ stairs. That I admit he is far better at than me. It's physical work and I hate it.
He obviously thinks he creates magical rubbish too.
He leaves it on the counter tops, it makes it's own way to the bin!
OMG
I've just realised what this is about.
He came home from work at 19.30 and the dishwasher was full of clean dishes and the recycling bin was full.
That's what the bloody crash, bang, wallop was all about, him stropping out about lazy lazy me sitting in my room on my laptop.
TRUTH. I hadn't been near the dishwasher.
I ate late at work today. And when he mentioned it ("Even if you just empty the dishwasher") I didn't click. I just responded about the other night when he was slamming around the kitchen and I wondered why - I guessed he was annoyed at having to empty the dishwasher. What a little hypocrite! I used to empty it every time! Now that I rarely eat here I have no reason to look in it. Therefore I don't know when his dishes are clean.
And the bloody bin!
Yes, I know it was full. Why? Because I had to gather up 4 or 5 items from the counter top to throw away. His.
No, I didn't empty it. Why? Because it used to be left far fuller than that! I didn't even think about it. If have done it next time.
This bugs me. The things that are being left are being left because I'm no longer using the kitchen effectively. But instead of realising the little things I used to do for him he just thinks I'm a lazy slacker who is ignoring what needs to be done.
Oh and that's another thing.
He said, "I can't live with it like this, I need things a lot cleaner."
WTF?!
This place is the cleanest it has ever been since I moved in.
So what was he doing for the last 11 months?
Walking round with blinkers on?
I assumed he wasn't bothered unless the house actually got dirty, so I suited myself and did more than him.
Now it's supposed to be spotless and I'm supposed to know that and it's not fair that the whole burden is on him.
Anyway.
All that rant was to get my anger out.
I'm glad we're going to have a cleaner house.
I'd like a more formal approach to the cleaning.
I'm going to make Saturdays my cleaning day again and I'll be grateful because maybe he won't mess it all up again within 2 hours of me doing it.
But I'm still annoyed at his fucking spin doctoring.
Sorry SG as that seems majorly irritating compared to my extremely mildly irritating:
The new Supergrass single is CRAP
One of the night shift guys here at the pellet mill is late.. again. Which means one of the day shift guys has to stay and work till he gets here.. again. Which means for lucky me, I get to work for 11 hours so far today because of this dude.
:boxers:
Nothing would make me happier than to piss in this guy's gas tank on my way out when/if he gets here.
Oh and this is nothing new, the guy can't go a week without pulling this crap. "Oh my girlfriend has to go to the doctor at 5", when he is supposed to be here at 2.
It's been a long day. I've stacked 25 tons of 40lb bags of pellets. I'm tired, my back hurts, my elbow has a repetetive motion injury it seems, and all I want is to get out of here and get my damn Wendy's vanilla bean milkshake.
Sundae, have you guys considered drawing up a rota? Or sitting down and discussing the handful of particularly troubles issues (for both of you) and come to some kind of compromise on who does what jobs?
Ah it'll be okay.
I was just angry at him moving the goalposts, and then acting like I was the unreasonable one.
He's been in a bad mood the last two days because he has money problems.
I thought he started working again when his money ran out, but it turns out he'd been living on credit/ overdraft for a while.
He's far better with money than me, but I actually have better self-motivation. He goes further once he's started, but getting started is harder.
Anyway his first pay cheque had his name spelled wrong. It had to be reissued and took longer than expected. The payment extension date he had for a mortgage payment therefore came and went, and things started bouncing from his bank account. So he got charged each time and owed more money.
This all came to light (for me) Thurs/ Fri. I think he kept it from me because he was embarrassed - he's always lectured me about money, and we both know he could have walked into bar work at any point in those 6 months he wasn't working. In fact I only know about it now because he was on the phone Thursday night when I came home and they woke him up Friday morning calling again.
So effectively he was in a pissy mood, saw the bin and the dishwasher and decided if he had to unload them after a long day on minimum wages, he'd unload on me too.
Long term I'm fine about it. I'll just do more visible things. I'll make the bathroom cleans regular, rather than when I feel like it. I'll check the dishwasher and the bin every day (it's not my dishes or my rubbish any more, but it's no skin off my nose). And I'll do a Saturday clean every week.
I'm really quite happy to do it, and I'll put his unfairness down to him having a shitty week.
I apparently do not know how to salsa dance. Why did I have to find that out so quickly? What were all those dance classes for if I can't just pick that up too? :(
Despite having a myriad of dance partners last night that were very patient I can not salsa. I pretty much made all the great dancers look like novices with my poor skill set in that area. I thought, sure I'll dance with you, I'll just pick up this dance too. Wrong. I should have just hung at the bar and proceeded to talk about obscure poets with all the gay guys. I have learned a valuable lesson. Too old and dumb to get the salsa. Suxors!!!!
lol!
I'll just stick to the literature discussions from now on.
Oh and it's early but I'm going to go get a heineken and dissolve my embarassment.
skin itch flare-up:thepain:
I was in the bathroom at work one day and there was a guy in the stall talking on his cell phone. When I walked out I turned off the light. I figure he can talk just as well in the dark.
That's nasty. I might try that next time. I always feel like doing a lot of flushing when I hear that, so maybe the person on the other end will get grossed out as much as I do.
Cic - I tried the Salsa once - repeat - ONCE. lol, same result as you.
I'm at work today working on an appellate brief which is due tomorrow.
Mildly irritating, because it's too damn hot to do anything else! 105 today; 106 manana.
I have 2 sick kids at my Mum's today... I cant take time off to look after them coz my boss is in freaking Turkey with Suzuki..TURKEY!!
...misread that initially as fucking turkey with suzuki.....
apparently I have quite an active imagination (and poor reading skillz)
salsa with suzuki? sounds like a senior living class
HM. New cat. Liberties taken.
(decided to be brief this time)
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
i really hope that doesn't mean your roommate is molesting your new cat?
No, not so bad. Phew - at least it wasn't that!
He just decided to let her out in the yard ("supervised of course") against my specific expressed wishes. I was warned she might bolt because she hasn't lived indoors for months. And a barely familiar human lunging at her would scare her off further. We'd have had no chance to get her back and she'd have been in a worse situation than she was rescued from.
And also fed her mid afternoon without checking what my plans were for her. I am controlling her food intake as she's been scavenging food for months - I want her to learn that food is steadily and regularly available here, not gorge herself because it's there.
I'm over it now - he apologised without prompting so I guess he realised it was not really his call to make.
HM. New cat. Liberties taken.
(decided to be brief this time)
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
What's our little skeptic doing today?I let tw get the best of me, to the point where I made a
post that was over the top. Dwellars rarely get to me like that, but some of the stuff he's been posting lately is just like, WTF?!
I apologize for going over the top, and hope I did not diminish anyone's Cellar enjoyment in making that post.
Sometimes you just gotta do something. I hope he gets it together soon.
Bluergh. Yes, that's right bleurgh! I was planning on being a bit naughty with my rent (letting it slip a month behind and then catching it back up with the following month's pay packet) in order to get my pc repaired and upgraded. I was doing this in order to be able to play Age of Conan (mmo) given that the Summer break is pretty much the only opportunity I'll get, what with next year being my final year of a degree. I want to play AoC with my friend J, who's also a fellow mmorpg fan.
Unfortnately, J has been let down on payment by a firm, he's just built a website for....they're playing silly buggers and he's dreadfully behind in his rent and relying on this invoice to prevent eviction....
So the money I was going to spend on getting the comp sorted out I am now going to lend to J....which I don't mind one bit, but it basically means I won't get my comp sorted out for another 2 months! In other words I'll probably have it sorted with less than 4 weeks of summer break left...That's mildly irritating.
Tw kinda got to me again today. I handled it better than last time, but I think I still could've handled it better. Sorry folks.
I am beset by complaints from coworkers who are worried about a ma$$ive software implementation. I am trying to be diplomatic, but the time for complaints was months ago. I am trying not to point out that we've already delayed the project by four months to absolutely no effect, simply to assuage peoples' discomfort. There are many things I'm trying to to point out simply because they'd come off as insulting. But the bottom line is this is going to happen whether anybody likes it or not.
Okay...I'm getting better with the tw thing, but I'm still letting him rile me up. I'm trying to do better...I swear.
Just found out I won't be going out for my birthday.
Just got home & was talking to HM in the kitchen. He said, "Don't eat tomorrow night" and I said, "Well, obviously! We're going out for dinner!"
No.
HM is cooking for me.
His first response was, "I can't afford to take you out."
Like I have ever asked him to. I was quite happy with the idea of paying my way. I did wonder why he hadn't made any suggestions re where we went, but he's not exactly a pre-planner. The fact that he obviously decided he was cooking for me and still hasn't asked me what I would like to eat proves that.
This whole having no money thing also upsets me. He goes out (usually after work) at least 4 nights a week. He came back last night with two guys from the pub with booze and food (annoying me because they were playing guitar until gone 03.00 and the kitchen I cleaned was a bombsite today). His money of course. His choice no doubt. But he can go out on Sunday for an Open Mike Night and not on Tuesday. My birthday.
Which brings me onto the next point - he thought he had a date this week. What was he going to use to take her out? Buttons? Anyway she's decided too old. Well he is 14 years older than her. I'd feel for him more if he hadn't been in love with someone different every fortnight since he's worked in that pub. He's been very gung-ho about this new crowd he works with but I've always thought it wouldn't last. Yes I'm sure they're great, but they don't pay the rent and the chances of any of them being in his life next year are quite slim.
So he's warned me that he'll try to be cheerful tomorrow, but he can't promise anything. This also sticks in my throat. Why? Because until gone three last night he was yukking it up quite happily (he found out last night). And when I came home after work at 18.00 he was in his dressing gown, laughing & joking with sleep-on-sofa-guy playing on the Playstation. He really didn't sound depressed then.
But of couse he can pull it out of the bag for random people, just not for my birthday.
I feel that all the above makes me a bitch.
I am sulking like a little girl because I think my birthday is important and no-one else does.
I know I should be supporting him because he's the one who has been hurt and not licking my own wounds. It's non-sexual jealousy in that I am resenting being treated "worse" than other, newer acquiantances.
I know all the above and it just makes me feel more low.
Sigh.
I'm giving up birthdays next year, like I gave up New Years Eve after one too many disappointments.
Okay I'm done.
Happy birthday to me.
:( Sorry SG. Happy Bday from me anyway. Sorry I can't take you to dinner.
You know what - just opened a card from a friend and it made me laugh and put it all in perspective.
I won't delete the above post as it would be dishonest.
But for the record, birthdays shouldn't be about setting rules and expecting other people to live up to them. Birthdays should be about enjoying things yourself, and whatever else someone does for you is an added bonus - not something to bitch about.
Thanks for not smacking me upside the head Lookout :)
Happy birthday, Sundae! :)
I routinely volunteer my time twice a week running a Meals on Wheels route. I even volunteered to learn another route to be a backup, and now get called on that one about every other week. That's OK, people want to eat every day, I understand. But today I was called to do the extra route and 3 of 11 meals were returned because the people were not home. When I reported it, I was told, "Yeah, they're all out spending their money", this being the 1st of the month. Grrrrr... they could have called and canceled for the day, but noooooo--ooo--oooooooooo.
Listened to a story recently that reported that folks like you donate their time *and* their gas money in this service to others. Just wanted to say double thanks. I can appreciate what a contribution you're making.
Why, thank you. :) The high cost of gas is knocking many drivers out of the ranks because they are retired and simply cannot afford it. That type of driving (go, stop, idle, go a bit further) is terrible for gas mileage and car life. And more people are needing meals, too. Sad ol' world these days, ain't it?
Someone stole my lunch!
My Stouffer's mac n cheese was in the microwave all heated up. But I didn't do it! Who was it? (looks around)
I waited around for about 15 minutes trying to catch whoever in our building was the culprit, but they didn't show. So finally, I just took it. and ate it.
'Twas mine, after all.
Filthy lunch thieves!
Don't you remember you put it in there? And then you had to go to the bathroom? But then you just returned to your desk and worked for 10 minutes, and then you decided it was lunch time? Remember?
Maybe it was the lunch fairies helping you out.
the oil crisis is hurting everyone. i hear the underwear gnomes have been helping out in offices all across the country.
Don't you remember you put it in there? And then you had to go to the bathroom? But then you just returned to your desk and worked for 10 minutes, and then you decided it was lunch time? Remember?
you're not the only person who suggested this to me. But it wasn't me. I SWEAR!
I think this is the first sign.
But I don't remember what it's a sign of.
Damn, let me check the star charts... shit. It is.
Cloud, it drives me crazy too.
I found in the end the only way to stop it was to act as crazy as I felt - it's not worth the bother for people then.
I haven't got there in my current job - they tried to take my ice to Glastonbury at the end of last week. I went out to the minibus and asked for it back. It's not the money (it costs £1) it's the fact I'd have to go to the shops to buy more because they's taken MINE! MINE, which is buy because I don't like warm drinks so I have ice to put in them.
This came on the heels of another colleague packing all the sugar to take to Glastonbury. So on a very busy day I had to go to the shops to buy more. I don't use it myself, but we had visitors in that did.
They'll learn. Oh, they'll learn.
...they tried to take my ice to Glastonbury at the end of last week...
Is that like "Bringing coals to Newcastle?" If it is, I love it and want to know what it means. That will be my new tagline. Totally.
"That asshole keeps that shit up and I'll be taking his ice to Glastonbury."
I am beset by complaints from coworkers who are worried about a ma$$ive software implementation. I am trying to be diplomatic, but the time for complaints was months ago. I am trying not to point out that we've already delayed the project by four months to absolutely no effect, simply to assuage peoples' discomfort. There are many things I'm trying to to point out simply because they'd come off as insulting. But the bottom line is this is going to happen whether anybody likes it or not.
Keep in mind that it doesn't matter how virtuous the system is you're inflicting on people if they won't cooperate. The users have to be on board or you're wasting your money. The users are your key to success.
I think it's worth the time to assuage every reasonable worry. But some people are going to bitch and moan no matter how much training and reassurance they receive. You have to deploy sometime.
The good thing is that if this software is a key factor in the success of the company, anyone who embraces it will prosper and those who don't will eventually get left behind (if not shit-canned).
In the future, your company might try to make the users see the virtue of a new software package before making the decision to implement it. If you believe this software will make a huge difference to the bottom line and can make the users decide that they must have this software, then you're golden. When those two criteria (and some that aren't occurring to me in my just-woken phase) aren't fulfilled the software probably isn't a good idea.
(I'll stop here. I have a shit-ton more to say about this, but you're probably just venting and don't care. This Master's degree shit is warping my mind--I'm actually thinking about business!?)
Is that like "Bringing coals to Newcastle?" If it is, I love it and want to know what it means. That will be my new tagline. Totally.
"That asshole keeps that shit up and I'll be taking his ice to Glastonbury."
I wish it were a quaint turn of phrase.
Sadly it means that the artists who were going on a jolly to a big music festival decided to strip the kitchen of whatever they fancied, whether it was bought on the company budget (which I think is cheeky enough given the fact they had a
£300 float!) or whether it looked like a personal item.
The fact that no-one ever stored bags of ice in the freezer until I arrived should perhaps have been a clue? I like my cold drinks COLD. That's my bag you could say. And it was my bleeding bag.
Still not quite over it as you can tell ;)
Keep in mind that it doesn't matter how virtuous the system is you're inflicting on people if they won't cooperate. The users have to be on board or you're wasting your money. The users are your key to success. . . blah blah blah . .
I agree with almost all of what you wrote. Before we even looked at a single product (officially--of course I had feelers out) we ran internal focus groups to talk about what was wrong with our current systems and what we needed to replace them. After a great deal of research I narrowed our options to three companies. Each company spent two days on site doing demos for our staff, along with other meetings etc. etc.
Product C was the universal third choice of everyone. Product A was the #1 choice of about 60% of the people, and was deemed "OK, we can work with that" by most of the others. Product B was twice as much as product A, so (duh) we went with A.
I could go on, but the only way we could have made this more participatory is if we had given each employee cash and told them to go buy their own databases. Like you said, some people whine no matter what, and you have to pull the trigger sometime.
Obviously, I can't take a day off. Inundated with emails about this and that, things others are more than capable of researching but would rather push it off. So much for hoping for an extended time off...a couple days, maybe (GASP) a whole week. The times is there, I just can't use any of it. Apparently.
Then I also get emails from boss saying she is taking the next 3 Thursdays off and my peer, taking the next 2 MOndays off.
I plan to inundate them back: Um, Miss Mia Mofflebopper wants to know where you are in processing her aid. I could look it up but I don't feel like it.
I will put a "high importance" exclamation point icon with it when I send, for effect.
grumble grumble grumble.
:blush:
Shawnee, I'm glad you're back to normal.
Know how you feel.
I can't be with Dana today because we're too busy for me to have a day off. Or even two half days. Or one half day.
Yet the Finance Clerk was off on Monday. Which is why I spent my lunchbreak in the bank sorting out an urgent payment.
And my manager is only in two days a week (working one from home) and won't change that no matter how busy we are, because that's what her contract says. And the boss of the company rushes off every afternoon to pick up her grandson, no matter who needs to talk to her because her slacker daughter has just started a new job and "can't afford" to make proper childcare arrangements.
Don't get me wrong - the flexibility offered to other people is not a problem for me. It's just when it seems selective that it bugs me.
Exchange server is lost in the wilderness this am. I may escalate this irritation to the what's threatening your life thread later...
Fear is a great motivator.
Funny, I've never had any trouble from Microsoft Exchange.
haw haw.
I've never had any funny trouble either.
Of course I don't allow it on my network, but still . . .
Fucking god damn shit don't fit.
HM has just come home from a wedding. He's drunk and has hiccups. The former I can excuse, the latter he can't help. What he can help is the fact he has his bedroom door open and is moaning and swearing after evert croaky GURK! Every six seconds. Yes I timed it, because it's so irritating I was trying to put it in perspective.
Am going to have to get up and shut MY bedroom door, which means Diz will think he's missing out on something and immediately demand to be let out.
BTW - I have my earplugs in. I put them in after he came back. He's still disturbing my thought patterns!
$5 American says he hurls.
Yay, $5 to me!
He's flat out on his back and snoring. TV on, light on, pants on (luckily!)
The lamp is on the other side of the room, as is the TV, otherwise I'd switch them off. Honestly, I'm not that much of a witch, I was just grumpy at the noise. Have gone down and switched the lights off downstairs and closed my door.
Am pleased I judged the situation correctly in that I didn't get up to see how the wedding went. I'll ask tomorrow when he's on better form.
One of the night shift guys here at the pellet mill is late.. again. Which means one of the day shift guys has to stay and work till he gets here.. again. Which means for lucky me, I get to work for 11 hours so far today because of this dude.
:boxers:
Nothing would make me happier than to piss in this guy's gas tank on my way out when/if he gets here.
Oh and this is nothing new, the guy can't go a week without pulling this crap. "Oh my girlfriend has to go to the doctor at 5", when he is supposed to be here at 2.
It's been a long day. I've stacked 25 tons of 40lb bags of pellets. I'm tired, my back hurts, my elbow has a repetetive motion injury it seems, and all I want is to get out of here and get my damn Wendy's vanilla bean milkshake.
ah man, that sucks! but did you get to treat yourself?
Tw kinda got to me again today. I handled it better than last time, but I think I still could've handled it better. Sorry folks.
who's tw? [COLOR=silver]j/k[/COLOR]
I routinely volunteer my time twice a week running a Meals on Wheels route. I even volunteered to learn another route to be a backup, and now get called on that one about every other week. That's OK, people want to eat every day, I understand. But today I was called to do the extra route and 3 of 11 meals were returned because the people were not home. When I reported it, I was told, "Yeah, they're all out spending their money", this being the 1st of the month. Grrrrr... they could have called and canceled for the day, but noooooo--ooo--oooooooooo.
I think what you are doing is a wonderful thing. Volunteering is close to my heart. I admire people who actually got the gumption to get up and do it instead of think about it.( like me)
Fucking god damn shit don't fit.
that tire! the photo is painful
OH. MY. GOD.
There is a new show on Cartoon Network that, of course, the kids loved at first sight. It's called "Total Drama Island."
It is an animated, fictional, reality show. Seriously. It's Survivor, with all the sassy one-on-one interviews and alliances and voting people off the show... but it's animated.
It makes me grind my teeth just thinking about it.
"Mildly."
"Irritating."
[LIST]
[*]The Great Database Implementation continues at work. People continue to need basic education on the fact that things will not be spoon-fed to them by me, but that they have to take some responsibility for their own operations. In particular, people need to learn to deal in specifics. ("I need to know how this is set up." "Well, there are three different ways you can use it, A, B, or C. Here's what each of them does [blah blah blah explanation]. If you need a different set up we can do a fair amount of customization." "Well, I need to know how it's set up." "Ummm... is there a specific area or feature you have a concern about?" "I just need to understand how it's set up."
[*]Also at work, a senior person is departing. Ramifications are unclear, but it's sure to make things extra fun during the inevitable transition period.
[*]Also at work, a vendor is shocked, shocked! that we are looking to move their service contract to somebody else. Two service calls ago they had to replace an older server with IDE drives with a newer one with SATA drives. They had no idea how to move the files from an IDE drive to a SATA. The last service call the technician admitted he wasn't up to speed on the software in question and his best advice was to reboot it. "OK, but the real problem is the primary partition is too small. What we really need to know is, was there a reason it was set up that way? Is there any reason we should not resize it?" "Well, I don't really know. Anyway, you can't resize partitions after they've been created."
[*]Mrs. Dallas prepares for her performance in England; she leaves in two weeks. The previously announced rehearsal schedule, which was onerous, has been enhanced to the point that it's now torturous. Stateside sendoff performances are this weekend.
[*]We're throwing a baby shower for a friend tomorrow. Psychotic house cleaning ensues.
[*]On the plus side, the church she was subbing at "just till the end of june" has nobody permanent and she'll be playing there at least into September. Which means more $$$. Which is good, because her summer freelance gig consisted of transcribing "one hour interviews." Unfortunately, the real interviews turned out to be more like 30-35 minutes apiece, which means less $$$ as the pay is per audio minute transcribed.
[*]She's now reading off a list of baby shower food ideas. I told her to just stop after she got to the one where you use the potty seat as a jello mold.
[*]We have completely succeeded in raising twowhiny, entitled, self-centered children. Yay us.
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I'll let you know if anything else comes up, but I'm tired now.
Sorry man, it sounds like life's crap is starting to accumulate.
If it makes you feel better, this last heat wave may have been the end of our refrigerator.
Coworkers who don't believe me when I tell them it can't be done. It's my job to do it, and by your own admission I am really damn good at it, so if it could be done, you know I would have found a way. Don't come back with retarded suggestions of things that are not actually even close to feasible as if it had never occurred to me to think of them. It just means you're going to have to pay me extra while I compose a long email explaining the vagaries of pronunciation to you.
Liars and deceptive, sneaky people
Coworkers who don't believe me when I tell them it can't be done. It's my job to do it, and by your own admission I am really damn good at it, so if it could be done, you know I would have found a way.
Here! Here! And Amen to that!
I need to keep that as my screen saver. Oh and a line about how you don't get to have my personal cell phone number because it was abused during off hours and not compensated for. So if you are looking for it stop now.....
3 minutes later.....
Aaargh! I just got a call!
That's it!! Now I have to turn my phone off when there might be a call I actually want to take.
I feel crappy/sick this afternoon and evening. Am popping acetaminophen and going to sleep. real soon.
Bitten four times last night.
Itching like buggery.
One on the right cheek (face), one on the outside of my left knee, one on the top of my right foot and one on my right ankle.
Have some cream, but the knee one was under my leggings while I was out today and despite me efforts not to scratch it seems to have been rubbed by my clothes so that it's spread. Feels like any bite - is if there's a shedload of spiders underneath, trying to break their way out through the skin. Itchy and throbby and sore.
Once my camera battery has charged I'll take a pic. Nothing like as bad as the ant bites of course, I'm just a wuss when it comes to bites. It shouldn't happen here! Another reason to despise the summer.
Sorry, I didn't get round to it. And the one on my ankle was SOOOO mutant, you'd have loved it. It was almost spherical - a little cloudy yellow crystal ball...
But it burst while I was minuting the board meeting. I had to keep mopping at it surreptiously with a napkin so it didn't run into my shoes. Now it's an open sore which isn't worth taking pictures of, just like a burst blister.
Luckily I'd already shown it to Deb (chief honcho here) so I can always refer people back to her in future.
I'm faffing about here rather than go home between shifts. I think if I sit down I'll want to blag off the pub and that wouldn't be fair. So I'll stick around here for another 40 mins or so then go home & feed the cats & change the litter tray and go straight to work.
My face is the itchiest right now. Probably because I felt obliged to try & cover it with make-up. :(
Surgery prep today. All that clear liquid stuff, and then that other stuff, too. Oh well. I suppose I'd rather be nauseated here at my own home than in a public hospital room, but it sure ain't fun.:greenface
People that don't understand that I too have an approval process to go through. Should've answered my questions two weeks ago, then they wouldn't be in a bind. No pity, I'm a bitch.
Liars and deceptive, sneaky people
Woohoo...the biggest one of those who works here is leaving for higher ground.
Can't find my damned camera.
I haven't lost it (that would be major upset). I must have brought it home in order to take the battery out - said battery in charger, quite happily charged up.
But where is the camera?
Not anywhere obvious, that's for sure.
I want to show you my amazing technicolor gradiated peacock hair.
Which is slightly irritating of itself, as I would swear up and down that I managed even coverage. But it ranges from bright sea blue-green to navy. Currently too tired to find that much more than interesting and anyway I can have another stab at it tomorrow night.
But what is life without documentation?!
I have never had hair like this before - I want it on record damnit!
Bloody hiding things. Hiding round the house. I'll wallop them when I find them I will. Teach them a lesson for hiding. Stomp, stomp, stomp. Come out and take your medicine!
My angioedema. Apparently my thumb itched in the middle of the night, and I scratched it. Now it's swollen to twice its size and itches like a fothermucker. When I straighten it out you can see a distinct line around where the swelling begins and ends, and because the condition is swollen capillaries, my heartbeat is making it fade and redden, fade and redden. It kind of reminds me of ET's heart. Anyway, it's a pain pain pain. I could take benadryl but that makes me sleepy.
I'm irritated that I'm irritated. I have no rational reason for being a crank today but I'm in a seriously pissy mood. I can feel the potential for lashing out just bubbling under the surface and I'm not sure why. Seriously.
I hate that, lookout. Time to freakin' meditate or something. I play my drums.
@Shawnee: I am sorry about your finger.
Shawnee, maybe some Preparation H would help.
lol @ flint.
HLJ? That actually might work. It DOES shrink swelling of hemmo..hemo...hemmm...butt tissues.
Someone earlier posted a link about using it for bags under the eyes. It said Preparation H is a powerful vasoconstrictor.
I play my drums.
I usually play soccer, but the knee won't really allow that right now.:(
I bet something zen like archery would work... of course, I hit people with swords.
Usually I go on a murderous rampage. After about a week, I feel much better, much more calm.
I'm annoyed at the fact that I've had the trots the last two nights.
Apparently it's a side effect of my 'condition' atm. Never happened before. I guess this one is going to be 'special'.
The youngest always is. They're damn entertaining though, enjoy the ride!
This crazy gnat that is stalking me. (I was just informed after several years that someone from another state is trying to find out where I am through myspace mailing) Unfortunately my myspace was not set to private, and this person probably knows which state I am in now, and now I have had to change the account to indicate a different state and drop hints that I am in the process of moving. That's greeeat.
Why are people so insane sometimes? What kind of loser seeks people of long ago out to try and be vindictive? Especially when the alleged slight was another crazy hallucination?
Everyone and everything, due to lack of sleep.
And Mondays are always my busiest day as more artists are in than on any other day. And they all believe that all I do is sit and wait for them to need something.
Example.
Chris is on the phone to a supplier. I don't think about it one way or the other (except she has been mithering me re getting an order number and the order book has not been replaced by the last person who used it and her guess is as good as mine as to where it is)
I've just stood up to go to the toilet and she calls across the office - "I need the company credit card!"
So if I'd been 30 seconds faster, what would she have done? I come back, unlock the safe and get it out for her. But honestly - she knew she was placing an order. She knew she was calling a company we didn't have an account with. So how come she waits until they ask for card details to get the card from me?
Because they are used to dealing with me by phone. And that gets an instant response. So they expect it's the same in person.
Grumble, grumble, grumble. I hate Mondays.
I'm with you, girlfriend. This is an especially hairy Monday because it is my designated counseling day and payment due date for fall. This means I will hear a lot of "I filled out the paperwork yesterday...you should have it. What takes you so long? I'm the only student here, aren't I? You people suck and are trying to ruin my life. My dead dog is rotting in the backyard because I can't afford to buy a shovel to bury him. That's your fault. I popped out sixteen kids because I didn't understand the concept of birth control and that's your fault too. They're turning off my electric and I find your school to be at fault there. Them applications is hard, I can't figure it out but I am trainin' to be a rocket science person..." and various combinations and variations of the above.
Anyway, there was a little yellow butterfly in my car this a.m. The wind from the window I can't close was whipping him around, and I told him he should fly out. I was worried about him. ;) So he flies over and lands on my shirt and I drove the rest of the way to work with him there. I considered it a good luck sign for the day. :)
Anyway, there was a little yellow butterfly in my car this a.m. The wind from the window I can't close was whipping him around, and I told him he should fly out. I was worried about him. ;) So he flies over and lands on my shirt and I drove the rest of the way to work with him there. I considered it a good luck sign for the day. :)
Thats should be in the other thread
That does sound like good luck!
I predict it is a symbol for something mundane and perhaps even slightly ugly coming to beautiful fruition.
Or maybe you should just get a butterfly tattoo on the way home.
lol
I will use my standby phrase for the tattoo: That'd be like scribbling on the Mona Lisa.
I bought a wireless keyboard & mouse from Logitech for our home PC.
I liked it enough that I picked one up for my desk at work, and our server room as well.
The KVM switch in our server room flips back and forth using the scroll lock key.
The keyboard not only does not have a scroll lock key, you can't program one using the four blank, programmable function keys.
* KVM = Keyboard Video Mouse. Lets you take one set of k, v, and m and hook them up to multiple computers and swap back and forth.
you bought a keyboard that does not have a scroll lock key? wtf?
I once bought a keyboard that had, of all things, a POWER key where the sixpack of ins/del home/end pgup/pgdn resides. WTF?? I had to disassemble the keyboard, surgically excise the switch under that keycap, and then close the incision. don't think it was a logitech (who imho make otherwise excellent products) though.
Yeah, really. It would never have occurred to me in a million years that I needed to check about the scroll lock key. Check out the
Logitech Forum.
My favorite is the bit about how "we don't support KVM switches."
Their...ummm...keyboards don't "support" KVM switches?! wtfa ha ha
I use an IOGEAR USB KVM switch at home, and I think you can reprogram which key is used to switch inputs.
Edit: For the IOGEAR GCS632U, the port switching key can be changed to use "control - control" for keyboards that don't have a scroll lock key.
Maybe Microsoft's
Keyboard Layout Creator could be a work-around?
(It re-defines/re-assigns what your physical keys actually key.)
Mum's away in Wales with the girls, which means I am looking after her dog (Pilau's brother, Dante). Unfortunately, Dan has hurt his paw, quite badly. He is limping something shocking and the vets is looking likely for tomorrow. Whilst he's not able to walk properly I want him to be in his own home and so stayed at Mum's house last night and will do so again tonight.
Why is this irritating? I'll tell you. Mum's computer is paggered and I was relying on my laptop to keep me in touvh with the Cellar whist down there and to listen to some audio plays at night. Bloody sodding powerpack has died. I can't recharge the laptop. This is particularly irritating because the same thing happened on Thursday and the IT dept. sorted me out a spare for the weekend. It worked once and then packed up.
I have about 40 mins of battery power left and may end up at mum's for several nights. I will do most of my internet stuff here during the day, but I hate not being able to just leave my computer on all evening. Grrr. Particularly annoying given I only just got my desktop working and would have liked to just maul about on it last night.
And my dog is having (ir)regular bouts of diarrhea. Of course I had just finished grooming her when she had her latest splat attack. And as a bonus she has has extensive feathering on her hindquarters and tail. I should just run her through the cur wash next time. I'll treat at home for a day or two then to the vet's if that doesn't work. Off to boil chicken and rice for the little critter now - and I rarely cook even for myself!
We (Seattle) failed to abide by the Federal Clean Air Act Sunday. This was the first violation since 1992. Dammit.
Didn't get my workout in this morning. Must make sure to go at lunch. Good thing it's close.
I hate not being able to just leave my computer on all evening. Grrr.
Don't you have a power cord for the laptop?
Fat phony fuck-face effeminate-looking losers who pretend to not be losers all the while acting like asshats. You know who you are. Yeah, you got it all going on...NOT!
:lol2:
I should just run her through the cur wash next time.
That was either an excelent pun or a fortuitous typo!
Fat phony fuck-face effeminate-looking losers who pretend to not be losers all the while acting like asshats. You know who you are. Yeah, you got it all going on...NOT!
:lol2:
mmmm......You may be right. I might be a fuck-face.:p lol! It's been a loong time since I've heard that term! I like it!
That was either an excelent pun or a fortuitous typo!
It was deliberate. I've been saying it for
years just waiting for somebody,
anybody, to notice and appreciate it. Now I can concentrate on saying "I need a trepanation like I need a hole in the head" and see how long that one takes to get an audience. :)
@Dar, nope. The powerpack has blown, that's what's wrong with the laptop. Annoyingly, they gave me a replacement after the first was blown by a powercut....then the replacement stopped working.
My Manager's 13 yo daughter and friend in the office (her Mum is in a meeting)
Everyone else in meetings/ out of office.
They are watching something hideous on YouTube - really squeaky-voiced thing. Like Alvin & the Chipmunks but I don't think it is.
I really don't want to tell them to turn it off (her Mum will as soon as she comes in) because I don't want to be a boring old square and make them hate me. It's not stopping me working (unlike posting here!) it's just irritating.
Do teh teens have different tolerance levels for annoying noises? I can't remember.
mmmm......You may be right. I might be a fuck-face.:p lol! It's been a loong time since I've heard that term! I like it!
lol...my semi-amused anger state reached way back into my teenage years for that one.
I shore got a mouth on me! ;)
@Dar, nope. The powerpack has blown, that's what's wrong with the laptop. Annoyingly, they gave me a replacement after the first was blown by a powercut....then the replacement stopped working.
Yuck. Hope you get it swapped out soon.
I don't want to be a boring old square and make them hate me.
Why, for me, that's half the fun of adulthood!!
I haven't slept in four days. I had a horrible cold and evil sore throat. was just starting to feel better last night but 2.0 woke at 10:00 crying and holding his throat. We sat up rocking while he sniffled and moaned until 6:30 this morning.:(
That sounds like what I had last week (not the baby, the other thing). I hope you didn't get if from me. You hear so much about computer viruses these days.
i always wear a condom in the cellar so I don't think you're to blame.
I have to drive an hour to get to the ortho doctor's office to "discuss the results" of a recent follow-up MRI (tentative diagnosis is benign bone tumors). Why not just tell me over the phone?
Good news: wasted gas and i'm mad all the way home
Bad news: wasted time and i'm sad all the way home
good luck! I hope you are really really mad the whole way home
meaning good news : praying:
good luck! I hope you are really really mad the whole way home
meaning good news : praying:
Thanks! I appreciate that. :)
Bloody artists who think that they can behave like children when they're here.
I'm sure they don't behave like this at home. Damn - I remember when teachers used to say that and I thought it was pathetic...
The notice I have just put up on the bathroom wall reads:
To the person who left the assorted box of goods in the bathroom (including toilet paper, kitchen rolls, tea bags, sugar and a mouldy banana); your Mum doesn’t work here. And if she did, she’d probably agree that you are old enough to clean up after yourself.
Please, please, please – if you’re dropping something off, check to make sure it is back in the right place.
A lot of people here must think their mom works here as well. They leave half-eaten foodstuffs in the sink, don't wash stuff they've used, or return it to its place. Someone else will clean it up, right? I've been known to toss a plate or whatever into the trash if it's been in the sink more than a couple days.
Other people's soggy food floating in dirty water = disgusting.
i always wear a condom in the cellar so I don't think you're to blame.
<stretches and snaps lookout's condom, just to see if I can get a rise out of him>
I bet something zen like archery would work... of course, I hit people with swords.
Which itself can also get zen-ified.
I've hit people with swords myself -- rattan ones. There may some day be some rebated-steel WMA studies in my future.
Works a lot like Shawnee's murderous rampage thingie. Settles you right down, really.
<stretches and snaps lookout's condom, just to see if I can get a rise out of him>
Dude. you're a dude. don't ever even think about my condom again, let alone touch it. that's like a major breach of etiket.
I kinda cringed just reading it.
I can't believe I just got in an almost YELLING MATCH over four AA batteries.
These batteries control the keypad on the data center where my servers sit. Right outside the door are the hardware guys. Right inside the door are the operations guys, none of whom are here today.
I had to get a "hardware guy" to open the door with his key, so I could get to my servers. I determined that the keypad needed four AA bateries, so I asked the hardware guy if they had any AAs.
Flint: Do y'all have four double A batteries?
Hardware Guy: That's not my responsibility.
Flint: Well, how am I going to get to my servers today?
Hardware Guy: That's Operation's responsibility.
Flint: Nobody from Operations is here today.
Hardware Guy: That's not my problem.
Flint: [first name], you and I both know that I need in and out of that room about ten times a day.
Hardware Guy: It's not my responsibility whether you can get in there.
Flint: Well, if you want to get up and unlock the door with your key for me every time, we can do it that way...
Hardware Guy: IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM WHETHER YOU CAN GET IN THERE OR NOT.
Flint: DO I HAVE TO PUT IN A TICKET TO GET FOUR BATTERIES?
Hardware Guy: YOU'RE NOT GONNA TELL ME THAT I HAVE TO LET YOU IN THAT ROOM, THAT'S NOT MY PROBLEM WHETHER YOU CAN GET IN THERE OR NOT. THAT'S OPERATION'S PROBLEM.
Flint: WELL, GEE, LET ME ASK THE OPERATIONS GUY. [looking around] OH, THEY'RE NOT HERE TODAY.
At this point, he has actually gone to the supply cabinet and gotten the batteries, and is putting them in the door; he just wanted to let me know that it wasn't "his problem" and that he didn't "have to" do it.
Asshole.
He used to work for the hospital, but our desktop support was outsourced to Dell. So, he sits at the same desk, but now he works for Dell.
Apparently that means he can't get up off his ass and get four batteries out of the supply closet without throwing a goddamn hissy fit.
tell him it's because of that attitude right there that he exists in the first place.
Dickhead: ?
Flint: You're dad kept bitching that birth control wasn't his problem and some poor prostitute had to deal with the results.
Dude. you're a dude. don't ever even think about my condom again, let alone touch it. that's like a major breach of etiket.
UG is teh ghey.
I went to bed at midnight knowing I had to wake up at 4am because I was enjoying great conversation with my boyfriend of a year... Then at 2:37 I woke up to the sound of the kitchen ceiling leaking. Drip, drip, drip... The water hitting the "in case it happens again" pot on the ground was so loud and it pissed me off. Plus, why is it that nothing seems to ever wake guys up? I woke up at 4 yesterday morning, worked 12 hours, then had plenty of wine with my friend, and was still lucid enough to be disturbed by dripping water while my boyfriend, who woke up at 11:30am slept right through it.
I went to bed at midnight knowing I had to wake up at 4am because I was enjoying great conversation with my boyfriend of a year... Then at 2:37 I woke up to the sound of the kitchen ceiling leaking. Drip, drip, drip... The water hitting the "in case it happens again" pot on the ground was so loud and it pissed me off. Plus, why is it that nothing seems to ever wake guys up? I woke up at 4 yesterday morning, worked 12 hours, then had plenty of wine with my friend, and was still lucid enough to be disturbed by dripping water while my boyfriend, who woke up at 11:30am slept right through it.
We have evolved.
We have evolved.
So now many women get schooled, have careers, care for a family, cook, clean, AND have to listen for things that go bump in the night?
"I blame the feminist movement." That's something I say jokingly to my friends about why there are so few real men left. What's next, us holding the door open for you? :rolleyes:
I always hold the door open for blokes -I love seeing that "castrated" look on their faces as they realize they must accept graciously rather than insisting on holding it open for me :lol:
I think the worrying about things that go bump in the night is going to kill you faster than the things that go bump in the night.
And the things that you mentioned? All self-imposed, all self-imposed, all self-imposed.
I always hold the door open for blokes -I love seeing that "castrated" look on their faces as they realize they must accept graciously rather than insisting on holding it open for me :lol:
America is spoiling you! I hold the door open for whoever is behind me - I haven't yet seen a man who reacts to the fact that I'm a woman! Although occasionally a polite man will step back from a door to let me through first - I always blush as I say thank-you, it somehow feels a very personal thing to do!
yeah, sadly there may have been an element of artistic licence in there :lol:
(very few people do say thank you either, these days... I must have reached the next generation :rolleyes:)
Am mildly irritated by the driver who overtook us on our bikes as we overtook a parked car this morning without even slowing down and then beeped us -in a dead end residential neighborhood at 7am. asshole.
When a woman holds the door open for me, I always say "thank you," and give her a little pat on the head.
I always hold the door open for blokes -I love seeing that "castrated" look on their faces as they realize they must accept graciously rather than insisting on holding it open for me :lol:
We're just used to holding it open ourselves so we can check out the women's asses as they go in. Speaking of which...
When a woman holds the door open for me, I always say "thank you," and give her a little pat on the head.
Well, I don't pat her
head. It's a great conversation-starter.
I have a complaint.
I just started fall quarter at Wright State. Most teachers use an online system to communicate, post extra stuff, provide syllabi, etc. Well, there are two available for use. One is called WebCT. One is called Course Studio. They are completely separate, though as far as I can tell, they do the same thing.
Why the heck can't they just make up their minds which one to use, and everyone use one or the other, so I don't have to remember which teachers use which one and go back and forth to both of them? GRRRR.
OK, I have another complaint.
I was up till 2 a.m. working on my homework. I got 4 hours of sleep. See what it says over there under my name? I'm tired. Now I am REALLY tired. Too bad my day won't end for another 5 hours, at least. I have dinner to make, a client project to finish, more homework, kids' homework to supervise, a sink full of dishes, and I'm sure something else will be required of me as well. Yawn.
Give up on the housework. I did. It eventually reaches a point where it just can't get any worse :D
:thumbsdn:
I seem to have decapitated a bit of my finger. It's dripping sticky blood on the keyboard and making it hard to type.
So instead of seeking first aid and/or medical attention, you're posting on The Cellar?
<sniff>It's beautiful. I'm just so damned proud . . .
Are you going to super glue the piece back on, or should we start discussing recipes?
It's alright. I rubbed some dirt in it.
Are you going to super glue the piece back on, or should we start discussing recipes?
It seems that whenever I need the superglue it has permanently sealed itself shut. I guess that's what superglue does.
Someone has taken the lighter out of the tuck box.
Cheers, mate.
It's there for everyone to use - in fact I wanted it to light some incense this morning as the meeting room was smelling a little stale.
And no, they haven't put enough in the money to actually buy it, they've just taken it.
Grrrrrrr. Bloody artists. I'm going to go and work in a kindergarten next, it can't be much worse.
I don't have my lines down as well as I should. Its nice being one of the bigger roles, but, shit there's a lot of lines to learn. fuckin' shakespeare.
Alas, poor Ibram!
Which play are you doing?
Juniper!!! I go to Wright State!!! KEWL!
I had you pegged for Puck.
nah,
when I auditioned, i figured I was cool with any part, even chorus, but
if there's any one part I wanted more than the rest
it's lysander.
i've always fancied myself the
witty, smart, handsome male romantic lead.
The day started with my boss dropping off his laptop. "It's really slow, especially trying to open my email."
After poking at it for a while, I went to meet with someone to figure out some database stuff. ~2 hours.
Meanwhile the fiber link to one of our buildings was down. We almost couldn't get it back up because we didn't have a fiber to ethernet transceiver. I put together an ungodly hack involving swapping spare parts on some old equipment we should have gotten rid of. We could have finished a half hour sooner if my brain had been functioning, or I could have put my hands on a null modem serial cable--preferably both. Oh yeah, the boss had the Bagle virus, and 24.000+ emails in his Thunderbird inbox didn't help either.
I was about 45 minutes later leaving work than I had planned. This made me 5 minutes late to orchestra rehearsal, even though I rushed the whole way and gulped my dinner.
The piece we're doing is one I really hate. It's also a very complicated one, and we had a stand-in conductor who didn't know it very well. (Hard to blame him--he only had one week's notice--but it still was brutal.)
The worst part of my day was
Analyzing, in lit class
A poem
by Anne Sexton
Titled
The Fury of Overshoes.
I'm not a poet.
I do write poetry
But it is rarely free verse
(this is not a poem, but a mockery)
And it rhymes.
I like Shel Silverstein.
And Robert Frost.
Not mind-churning ramblings about
Plastic boots
And thumb-sucking
Which means
God only knows what, it's like a friggin' onion
With all those damn layers.
I like your post, Juni.
Why doesn't it rhyme?
It doesn't rhyme
Because
Um
Because
I
Uh
Ran out of thyme
I hate free verse, I don't see how its can seriously be categorized as poetry. It doesn't take any real skill or planning.
Free verse - when it's done well - can have a simplicity about it which renders it beautiful in its own right. Like a single tulip in a vase as opposed to a huge bouquet.
And sometimes it contains lines and images that stay with you for days.
Philip Larkin's
The Whitsun Weddings is free verse, in that it doesn't rhyme.
It starts:
That Whitsun, I was late getting away:
Not till about
One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday
Did my three-quarters-empty train pull out,
What? Where's the skill in that? My Mum might write that in an email - why is that poetry?
But a few lines later you have:
thence
The river's level drifting breadth began,
Where sky and Lincolnshire and water meet.
With its wonderful dragging vowels to describe the breadth of the sluggish river.
And:
All afternoon, through the tall heat that slept
For miles island,
A slow and stopping curve southwards we kept.
Something I always think about on train journeys.
And my absolute favourite (which again I always think about when approaching London):
I thought of London spread out in the sun,
Its postal districts packed like squares of wheat
Sorry. Poetry fan.
This poem, so simple, has been described as more painting than poem. What makes it beautiful is the simplicity.
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
--William Carlos Williams
I pre-ordered the new Metallica CD as a download earlier this week. Yesterday afternoon, I got an e-mail saying it was ready for download...whoohoo!
I'm still trying to download it...motherfuckers. I could have already fucking went out and bought the damn thing at the store.
I hate free verse, I don't see how its can seriously be categorized as poetry. It doesn't take any real skill or planning.
Free verse is worth what you paid for it. :cool:
No, I see the value in free verse - it's all very artsy and out there and open to interpretation, much like modern art. I just don't care for it. I don't want to have to work that hard at understanding something. Life is hard enough, why do we have to make it worse?
I do like structured poetry, like cinquains, haiku, etc. That is FUN.
Ogden Nash, E.B.White, Dorothy Parker, Rudyard Kipling, Robert Benchley. These are some of my favorites.
I am having the foreshadowing of a sciatic event. Too much car travel lately.
No, I see the value in free verse - it's all very artsy and out there and open to interpretation, much like modern art. I just don't care for it. I don't want to have to work that hard at understanding something. Life is hard enough, why do we have to make it worse?
I do like structured poetry, like cinquains, haiku, etc. That is FUN.
But you don't necessarily have to work hard at free verse. Sometimes it is simply beautiful images that make perfect sense and don't rhyme.
This poem stayed with me for years because of the wonderful image of an Autumn day being able to keep you warm in Winter.
This one because it ties in with the embarrassment but also sly excitement of a love-bite, and the wonderful image of being turned inside out by desire.
This for the sheer cleverness - it amazes me - one day I will write a similar poem, but it will be hard work. And finally (although I could go on all day!)
this lovely one from U A Fanthorpe, who writes proper, structured poems with great care and detail, which just don't happen to rhyme. I know most of
My Brother's House by heart - it just has lines that stay with you, "I regret the passing/ Of my brother's house. It was like living in Rome/ Before the barbarians."
(all links are to poetry posted in the Cellar)
I will stop now. Tastes in poetry are as individual as tastes in music and there is no right and wrong. I just wanted to put some structured non-rhyming poems your way.
I love Anne Sexton! I'm taking a seminar on the Confessional Poets this quarter. We are studying Anne, Plath, Snodgrass, Lowell and Hughes. YAY!
I lovelovelovelovelove it!
I'll be quiet now.
ahahahaha
snodgrass!
our midsummer night's dream script is the one edited by Snodgrass (including a 'modern' english translation on facing pages). I have no idea if its the same snodgrass, but I would assume its not so common a name.
totally a great name though. snohdgrahss.
not quite as good as slartibardfast but it ranks up there if you throw in the haughty british accent.
No, I see the value in free verse - it's all very artsy and out there and open to interpretation, much like modern art. I just don't care for it. I don't want to have to work that hard at understanding something. Life is hard enough, why do we have to make it worse?
Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter by Robert Bly (the entire poem)
It is a cold and snowy night. The main street is deserted.
The only things moving are swirls of snow.
As I lift the mailbox door, I feel its cold iron.
There is a privacy I love in this snowy night.
Driving around, I will waste more time.
Is that the same Robert Bly who's a copywriting/marketing guru?
No, different Bob. Nevermind.
I can hear the Board from where I'm sitting (Good News Bad News thread for more details). The downside of not being there is they can misrepresent things.
YES I DID minute that X was going to join the Board - check the Appendix
(actually they just have while I was typing that)
BUT IT WASN'T given as an action point and NO-ONE said I should be contacting X to attend this meeting.
Grrrrr. They've spent about 5 minutes bemoaning the fact that X isn't at this meeting, and why not and was he contacted and why not and blah blah blah.
I actually do a good job here (Cellar visits notwithstanding) and it's annoying when people try to suggest it's me that's let something slip.
I have no contact details for the man, nor was I given any.
It was not minuted as an action point because no-one brought it up as such - it was minuted exactly as it was discussed - as information only - "X will be attending the next Board Meeting."
Sorry, very petty. I just don't like it when people pass the buck.
ETA In fact rereading this it is incredibly petty. I must remember not everything is meant as a personal criticism!
I love Anne Sexton! I'm taking a seminar on the Confessional Poets this quarter. We are studying Anne, Plath, Snodgrass, Lowell and Hughes. YAY!
I lovelovelovelovelove it!
I'll be quiet now.
Once again, "daddy".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6hHjctqSBwM
"Bag full of God."
lol! I love them all- long time....
Plath rocks.
It's a good thing I didn't have Internet service for the past few days or y'all would "hear" me bitching mightily about having no friggin' electric either.
But we're back online, in every sense. I do however want to complain about school. The kids' school was closed till today. MY school was not. Well, Brianna's and mine. :) That royally sucked. Especially when teachers still expected papers typed and not handwritten, and online assignments done...blargh.
I actually typed a two-page paper on a MANUAL TYPEWRITER. ugh. There's a reason why the word processor was invented.
Here's another thing to bitch about. I read Beowulf twice, once for a class I took Spring quarter, and now this time. Took a quiz yesterday. I got a whopping 50%. Whoo hoo, there goes my GPA!
I guess the teacher makes up for it by being so damn sexy (sigh) He's this young, tall, rugged-looking Brit with a Scottish accent that comes out when he reads Seamus Heaney's translation, as it should be. Yum.
Oh hai, rev-ing motorcycle guy! I hear you're back in my 'hood again. We thought you were so cool last night, when you were leaving the bar at 2:30 am. So, were you finally able to impress one of those hawt drunk chicks with your awesomely loud crotch rocket? It sounded like you had to work really hard at it; I hope it paid off for you. If not, at least you wouldn't have been insulted when she told you to fuck off...since you couldn't hear her.
'Til 2:30 tonight!
Invest in a few dozen cheap cable locks and go out into the street and lock the rear wheel while the bike is parked. Do it stealthy like so you don't get the crap kicked out of you. Kewl.
But wouldn't that just keep him there longer, still able to rev to his heart's content?
Apartment complex shut the water off until 6 tonight. ugh I hate it.
Mildly irritating me RFN is my inability to find a picture.
It would go really well in the FAWET thread.
I took it before a hike, of all my gear all laid out.
I know it is on my computer (and in My Pictures) because it sometimes pops up on my screensaver which is set to wander randomly through this folder.
It must be at the start on one of my hikes, and I have only a few which it might be.
Can I find the bugger?
Nope.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
You are so NOT sorry about my thingies. ;)
Don't look at me like I'm not sorry. Why, I'm the sorriest son of a gun this side of the Pecos.
Oh, whoops. :blush:
Oh hai, rev-ing motorcycle guy! I hear you're back in my 'hood again. We thought you were so cool last night, when you were leaving the bar at 2:30 am. So, were you finally able to impress one of those hawt drunk chicks with your awesomely loud crotch rocket? It sounded like you had to work really hard at it; I hope it paid off for you. If not, at least you wouldn't have been insulted when she told you to fuck off...since you couldn't hear her.
'Til 2:30 tonight!
I feel your pain.
Oh hai two young lads on a little monkey bike! I know, why not tear-arse round the streets, especially the two I work on? No, don't put on any protective gear or observe any of the rules of the road, we can tell you're illegal anyway. Yes, buzz past the pubs and rev up in front of the flats because we know you're savouring how rebellious you are. I wish some of my slightly-less-law-abiding-than me customers were as noise sensitive as I was. Or that you'd made one of their kids have to run across the road because you came out of nowhere. Why? Because they'd wait for you to come round again and punch you off the annoying blarty little thing. And serve you right because that's about the only reprimand you'd understand.
just hobble out in the street with a cane. When they buzz you, shove the cane in the spokes. Tell the cops they tried to run you down. ;)
I guess the teacher makes up for it by being so damn sexy (sigh) He's this young, tall, rugged-looking Brit with a Scottish accent that comes out when he reads Seamus Heaney's translation, as it should be. Yum.
*sing-songs* I know who he is...I know who he is!!!
He's a Yorkshire native. V. sexy.
*sighs*
Uh, good work in college there, girls.:rolleyes:
all because one Yorkshire man is a sex god?
Nah.
and I HATED frikkin' Carrie Bradshaw---so there.
*sing-songs* I know who he is...I know who he is!!!
He's a Yorkshire native. V. sexy.
*sighs*
It's killing me, I want to see that tattoo on his arm. What is it?
And hey...
Why is it that when guys talk about a hot teacher, nobody gets on their case about misplaced priorities? Huh?
Have you two actually managed to meet, yet?
Have you two actually managed to meet, yet?
No....my fault. I missed Juni on thursday----had a bitch of a week and overslept. I really hope we can meet---we're right on campus at the same time on T/R!
Juni---I'm in the Creative Arts building T/R---where are you?
And hey...
Why is it that when guys talk about a hot teacher, nobody gets on their case about misplaced priorities? Huh?
We men have our needs.
I start out in Millett then head over to UH. Say, do you park over in Lot 20? We've probably seen each other but I don't know what you look like! You got a pic online here someplace? I'm over in the RFN thread.
When we DO manage to get together, we need to post a photo here! :D
I was thinking maybe we could even manage to take a class together next quarter... (giggle) Is Professor Mac teaching anything else you need? ;)
the only pic I've seen of Bri was derinitely NSFL20
OK, enough about that. I had a crappy day and I want to vent about it.
First off, I had a history exam. I do not like this history teacher. I had history 102 last year - the medieval era - and that prof was wonderful, even though his wife died right in the middle of the quarter he kept truckin' on, what a professional. This guy is a cranky old bat. This is 103, covering the late 1700's to the present. I like history, but this guy makes it terribly unlikeable. It seems to bore HIM. Plus he's a flaming liberal. I hate when professors infuse their own politics into the lectures.
So I had that test, and I didn't really do as well on it as I'd have liked. I was up till about 1 a.m. last night studying, which is early for me, except that I've been chronically sleep deprived for the past four weeks anyway, so it didn't help my mood.
6 a.m., beep beep...time to get kids off to school. (yawn)
All was well till my 3rd class, sociology. I was looking forward to getting my graded paper back, because I worked hard on it and I'm usually pretty good at writing papers. I mean, you know, I am a writer - if I can do anything, I can write. So I go up to retrieve it, and she gives me this funny, sad look and says "if you have any questions, let me know..."
It's a friggin 69!!!!!
With a big purple stamp that says SEE THE WRITING CENTER.
Granted, I usually write copy for businesses and feature articles, which is different from writing academic papers. But all the papers I've written thus far (two quarters' worth) have gotten rave reviews. This was a total SLAP in the face and I was just so unprepared for it that I actually started crying right there in class.
Part of my emotional display was pure fatigue, I know that. (sigh) I grabbed my stuff and left. I sat in the stairwell and cried for a while, then I went home and cried some more. Yeah, I'm kind of emotional. Can't help it.
Finally I decided to just drop the class. I was torn on this. I wanted to stay in the class and re-submit the paper (if we get below 70, we're allowed a 2nd chance, which she *hinted* was why she graded it so low, she wanted to give me that chance to get an A... at least I think that's what she said, I was too busy boohooing) just to prove I COULD. But the thing is, I don't need this class. I just took it because 5 classes is the same price as 4, and I thought it was going to be interesting. Isn't that stupid? So why kill myself over a class I don't need anyway? It's writing intensive too, so I'd have to write three more of these papers. Screw it, that's a lot of time I could devote to the classes I DO need.
Thanks for letting me vent. I feel better now. Sort of.
Juni, she gave you a "69" and suggested that you see her privately. Can't you take a hint???
I'm sorry you had a sucky day... Hang in there it'll be better.
But I had to laugh at this:
With a big purple stamp that says SEE THE WRITING CENTER.
If I had one of those stamps at work, I'd go through an ink pad a week!!
Juni, she gave you a "69" and suggested that you see her privately. Can't you take a hint???
Oh EWWWWW! This woman must weigh at least 400 pounds. :headshake
That doesn't mean she doesn't need some lovin'.
Thanks for making me laugh. :)
Oh EWWWWW! This woman must weigh at least 400 pounds. :headshake
Hey there, size-ist!
Still, good to know that if she's been 120 pounds you'd be munching some rug... ;)
"Mildly irritating" may be an understatement, but this doesn't rise to the level of upsetting.
This morning I had a 9:00 meeting at work. Mrs. Dallas was scheduled for a 10:00AM appointment to have her allergies (or lack of) evaluated.
So I dropped Young Master Dallas at school and continued on to work, where I went immediately to the meeting. (Executive summary: We can do reporting based on information that's in the database. Yes, somebody can go through and eyeball things, but it's really better to have things tracked in the database.)
At 9:40 the meeting is all but over, except for the confirmation of items to be done. I get a txt msg from Mrs. Dallas saying that she fell while leaving the house to take Miss Dallas to the doctor and she's not sure if she'll be able to drive. I take 2 more minutes to wrap up the meeting. Call both their cell phones; no answer at either. Call home phone. Miss Dallas answers. "Mom is still sitting in the car. She said it hurts pretty bad." So she took the phone out, and I told her I was coming home.
Meanwhile the time for the allergist is approaching. We got a friend to drive Miss Dallas in for her appointment. Meanwhile I took Mrs. Dallas to the doctor & then to the hospital for an xray. While waiting for her, I gave the allergist Miss Dallas' medical history over my cell phone.
We're now all back home. (Xray results due within 2-3 hours.)
I hope Mrs. Dallas is OK.
That sucks, SD. Hope all is well!
Let us know how Mrs. Dallas is---good vibes your way.
Now. about your executive meeting: did anyone mention the TPS reports?
:D
srsly--hope all is well!
The art teacher that teaches the young rembrant's class Ripley is taking has a red swingline stapler. she'd never seen the movie.
I think everyone imagines SD with his handy red Swingline.
I know I do.
I think everyone imagines SD with his handy red Swingline.
I know I do.
Just remember, I only swing it for certain very special people.
At any rate, it's just a sprain. I think I will be home tomorrow, though.. the schools here close for Rosh Hoshana, and I don't think it's the greatest idea to leave her home with both of them bouncing around.
Steve it's times like this, and blizzards, which can be kind of cool. Once the pain simmers down, you'll all find yourselves in a remade relationship. ahh I'm pretty tired, you know what I mean. You can be out of your usual roles for a bit.
Could be worse, it could have been your fault, Kyle.
Oh wait, it is... we just don't know how/why yet. :lol2:
My throat hurts and my head and eyes ache in a way that I know means I'm going to be getting a nasty cold. Damn it.
ur next ex's graphical text.
time zone redirection
I have a GOL DANG QUESTION! **Why** are there three different GMT timezones. Why don't they all have the same freakin time??? Hello, McFly? wtf?
The sick feeling in my stomach that I have right now before my stats test.
I was asked at an interview this morning, a question that was easy and I screwed up. In fact it was such a dumb question that my mind went blank.
Interviewer: Which of these businesses that you have worked for was the most business-y, would you say?
Me: duh well...they all were business-y in their own way...duh..uhh..I'm not sure what you mean...uuh..
Cicero-0
Interviewer-10
It looks like I lost that one!
Actually, that is a weird question. How the hell does anyone answer that the right way?
It's a stupid question.
What is the interviewer hoping to learn from such a question? How do you handle non sequitors?
I think its a good question because you say bidness A. The interviewer asks why A? Your answer tells them what you think is important. I can see dropping the ball when asked cold though. "Well my boss at A used to hook us up with coke at Christmas-time but all the guys at B used to get together on weekends to cook meth, that just isn't very professional, management shouldn't mix with the worker bees."
My throat hurts and my head and eyes ache in a way that I know means I'm going to be getting a nasty cold. Damn it.
I got it. I got the fucking cold. it is teh scuk.
fuckshitdamnpisshell'
my ankle hurts and i have a toothache too.
i'm angered over it.
"Business-y"
Is that even a cromulent word?
I got it. I got the fucking cold. it is teh scuk.
fuckshitdamnpisshell'
my ankle hurts and i have a toothache too.
i'm angered over it.
I read *waaaah waaaaah suchagirlboutbeingsick waaaaah*
But I will offer my sincerest...
Awwwww LJ, thats awful honey, hope you feel better soon and Jinx dotes on you every moment :)
I read *waaaah waaaaah suchagirlboutbeingsick waaaaah*
But I will offer my sincerest...
Awwwww LJ, thats awful honey, hope you feel better soon and Jinx dotes on you every moment :)
I will punch you right in the ovaries.
"Business-y"
Is that even a cromulent word?
It's
very cromulent.
and it made me lol.
I will punch you right in the ovaries.
You wouldnt hit a girl :)
Cold cow orkers.
Am they lizards?!
It's still WARM here. Shush.
Thank goodness for a large drafty old high-ceilinged building.
I will revel in it as the temperature drops.
Damn. Forgot there's a thermostat here.
So far they've only used the stand-alone heater.
You wouldnt hit a girl :)
I dunno. I'm pretty sure I've seen in his posts where he says, "I'd hit that." ;)
Though maybe I'm thinking of someone else.
I got a B on my history exam.
Not an A.
Damn.
But you know, that's not what bugs me the most about the test. My actual percentage on the test was a 73. You may wonder, and rightly so, on what planet a 73% is a "B." Well, my friends, it's Planet Curve.
Out of 75 points, the highest anybody got was 69. The lowest was 12. The class average was 40. How many points were required to pass? Anyone wanna guess? Never mind. It's 25 points. That's right, if a student got 34% of the questions right, he passed.
Again, this is on Planet Curve.
Why do teachers grade on a curve?
Because they SUCK.
If this guy was a half decent lecturer and did an adequate job of telling us what was expected on the test (ie. how to answer the short essays) and didn't make the stupid multiple choice questions so damn vague, maybe he wouldn't NEED a curve.
I got 98, 97, and 98 on the first three exams in History 102 last year. Granted I might have studied a wee bit more for those - not much - that was a GOOD teacher. Very good.
Blech. I'm going to roast him on ratemyprofessors.com, when I finish the term. So there.
Juniper, are you going to school for the grades or to learn something? As long as you're learning, who cares about the grade? And if you're not learning anything the grade is still not important.
Yes, but let's think about this for a moment.
Because of the curve, in order to pass the exam, students only had to get one third of the answers correct. A "C" grade was equivalent to one half of the answers.
Which means that a C student only has to learn half of the material.
And an A student has to learn approximately 80% of the material.
When the curve is that big, what does that tell you?
It tells me that the students aren't learning much, and the professor doesn't give a shit, he just wants 'em to pass so he doesn't get fired for being such a crappy teacher.
And yes, actually, my grades are important to me. I would like to remain in the honors program, not to mention, have the option to get into grad school.
An entry in the manky feet category.... my current blister collection:
That's what you get for buying Nike's. . . ;)
Seriously, how in the world did you get one there? I've gotten them inbetween toes, or on the sides/arches from wet shoes, but never there. Sock seam across the top of your toes?
I have no freaking idea but its not the first one there as you can [maybe] see from the healed scars...
My last Nike's were the best shoes ever... not one complaint... these looked like they were exactly the same just different colors. Can't tell they have issues until about a 1/2 hour on the treadmill.... I'm ordering the expensive ones I saw on Zappos damnit... fucking shoes...
Whats irritating me today? Why did the chicken halfway cross the road? So my husband could pick it up and bring it home to live with us! :greenface
I'm sorry... are you saying your husband brought home an actual chicken?
Looks like you'd better
get to work, binky!
yes. It's about half grown, and sitting in a cardboard box in our family room, until he can build a cage this weekend :yelsick:
Looks like you'd better get to work, binky!
Not just no, but hell no! This foul fowl is not my problem.
But i will present the idea to my husband, and my ("oh lets keep him Mom, he's soooo cute!!) 12 year old daughter
Didn't you just take in a cat?
At least the chook should come up with the occasional egg to earn her keep.
Aw, chickies are good little pets. Stupid, though.
Oh, you mean this one?
No I wasn't the one with the cat, although I already have 2 19yrs and 15 yrs, and a dog, and 2 fish and a tortoise. Yes my house is a freakin' zoo.
Not sure about the pet thing Juniper. My mother had chickens when I was a kid, and I remeber them being stupid AND mean.
When I was a wee lad, we had cats and chooks*.
The cats would steal the chook food.
The chooks ganged up and caught a mouse.
I have been warped ever since.
*Chickens
I'm probably the one she was talking about with the new cat.
You think your house is a zoo! I have six cats, two dogs, four chickens, and two tweeners. And a husband. I don't know which animal is more trouble!
Tweeners -- kids age 9-12. They're "tween" being little kids and being teens.
oh right i've got those too one 8 and one 12, plus a husband, thought they might have been an exotic animal (actually....)
oh right i've got those too one 8 and one 12, plus a husband, thought they might have been an exotic animal (actually....)
Yeah, now you're getting the idea. :D
Wow, I feel so inadequate now.
And yet I am seen as a bit of a cat-lady here, just because I have a home cat and a work cat.
Instead of a husband I have blue hair. It's high maintenance, leaves the bathroom in a mess and sometimes plays havoc with the pillows. So there.
Your blue hair doesn't poop, chew on stuff or steal your food. Sry. ;)
I'm supposed to get the call today. I'm freaking out, can't concentrate.
I may have mentioned there was a bit of a snag...so I'm waiting anxiously. I am in a good place in that I know if things don't work out for the new job I am still here, and I will just have to buckle down again, and that it truly is a loss on their part.
I know how much my friends at this job care about me, so there's that. One of my references, a career counselor, told me she told them that when things are really hairy and everyone feels like crying, I'll do or say something to make them laugh. That made me feel good. I've also been lucky to get warm wishes from my friends here.
Then again, Tuesday was perhaps the worst day I have ever had here at this job, and I've had some bad ones.
But, either way...call me and get it the EFF OVER. I'm getting nothing done, I couldn't sleep last night (and I am a sleepin' fool, I rarely ever have problems sleeping) and I just want to know, you know? Will I live in relative poverty forever, or can I relax and know someday things will seem a lot easier? I've given up on the Depp Factor, in which Johnny realizes I am his true love and takes me away from it all. ;)
:(
Don't worry I was supposed to get the call yesterday, even if it was to say that I wasn't chosen. Never got the call......So I'm still half waiting in case the boss is still deciding, and just hasn't chosen yet. Like a loser!!!
Btw Shawnee, I tried the radio game yesterday, and I am so pissed at you!! ;)
It is a crappy feeling, isn't it?
What song did you get on the radio game? What song do you suppose I'll get on the way home tonight? "Never Gonna Get It" by En Vogue?
We don't have any good radio stations down here...So I had to manually "seek". The game was, "how others see me professionally". I ended up on a rap station and of course the song was "all about the money". I don't know what the song was called but it was about a ho gold digger. :(
Then I did the game on "how I treat my lover" as I changed the station it was a female blues song "Something's got a hold on me"...:)
The game is good when you don't even know the stations or what to expect...
I want to be a ho gold digger. ;)
It's a fun game, except when no song has anything to do with the matter you are looking for insight into!
Dammit the phone just rang and the prefix looked like it might be the one from the job. No, it was just a pesky student. (Just kidding, he wasn't pesky he was nice but it wasn't the call I've been waiting for.)
AND we leave at 4 on Friday and I bet they don't and I might have to hang out until 5 just in case as I think they'll call this number...but I have errands I have to run and I really just want to get home and hug Gaines (my younger kitty.)
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I got vomited on in a major way this morning.
The good news is that surprisingly little got on the carpet (you know, the one that was just steam-cleaned two days ago. That carpet.)
I got vomited on in a major way this morning.
The good news is that surprisingly little got on the carpet (you know, the one that was just steam-cleaned two days ago. That carpet.)
Also a very good candidate for the good news, bad news thread.:o
Uuugh. Sorry...
OK this is all very interesting and everything and I'm sure I'm gonna wanna tell my grandkids all about it, but can we please let's get back to pictures of Jinx's toes and/or feet?
I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I can't sleep...
Ohai. I can't sleep.
I think, now that i've cleared some alcohol out and no narcotics, that I'm manic. A bit. A bit manic. Nutty.
Yabut, you haven't changed, just your circumstances have. :p
LMK when you're manic enough to make it to the liberry by 9:30. :D
LMK when you're manic enough to make it to the liberry by 9:30. :D
This tuesday??? I WILL be there! Coffee shop, right? :)
I think, now that i've cleared some alcohol out and no narcotics, that I'm manic. A bit. A bit manic. Nutty.
Make sure you're not anemic. I have trouble sleeping when my iron gets low and caffeine affects me more.
Bah! First we were told we wouldn't be doing the kids' Halloween costumes. A precious two weeks go by, and now we're told oh wait yes we are going to have to do the kids' costumes after all. Mr. Clod's talked them into wanting costumes that are not commercially available, and he's all excited about how "we can sew this" and "we can make that."
Yeah, bullshit it's gonna be "we." Just you watch.
New summer top....its friggen cold.
Getting REALLY tired of glowing evil-orange colored warning lights on my dash popping up on my brand fucking new car.
Uhmmmm, what do the lights indicate? Oil? Charge? Aliens?
But relax. Orange is just a warning. Red is an alert.
Bought a gorgeous, two tier wicker cat basket off eBay for Hely.
It arrived today and it really is lovely - I got it for the princely sum of £5.19 and it must have been close to £30 brand new.
Anyway, I covered up the two cushions with the old clothing of mine Hely used to sleep on, before she graduated to the office chairs. I thought it would encourage her by having a familiar smell.
Just come back into the office to find her grooming herself on JT's desk. On my black shirt. Now black & ginger shirt.
Ungrateful cat!
LOL...cat bastards!
Irritating me: my boobie itches.
LOL...cat bastards!
Irritating me: my boobie itches.
You're just trying to get votes for Obama.
You're just trying to get votes for Obama.
Apparently, boobies get votes, so why not? :p
Palin: " . . .That's why John McCain and I stand for true American values. Not like our opponent, who has supporters who flash their breasts in a misguided effort to seduce men into voting . . ."
yeh yeh - what he said ... wha wha wait!
Palin: " . . .That's why John McCain and I stand for true American values. Not like our opponent, who has supporters who flash their breasts in a misguided effort to seduce men into voting . . ."
:lol2:
Come on, some flash breasteses for cheap plastic beads. At least my boobies have a social conscience.
:lol2:
Come on, some flash breasteses for cheap plastic beads. At least my boobies have a social conscience.
I'll believe it when I see it. (Them.)
Yeah, srsly... I scrolled up looking for them...
:blush:
That's just my big talk false bravado! I would never ever be brave enough to post them! 'Sides, I'm old...who wants to see that? :p
You dont look old. Not in the least!
"Guys can back me up on this. If you see one woman naked, you wanna see the rest of them naked." - Ron White
I burnt my porridge because I forgot to stir it due to being absorbed with the cellar.
Now I have to use Mr Muscle to get the black burn off the bottom of the saucepan.
Not Happy Jan!
My underwire broke in my bra and now its hurting
Mild irritation: People that think sexually based attacks on Pailin give their M.O. any credence......
I'm no Pailin fan, which is quite the point: why be a sexist asshole just like Pailin?
Is this just irony, the dumbing down of society on the average, or people just being thoughtless?
When I begin to see people attacking the amount of children she chose to have, or photoshopped images of her naked, I think: Maybe she's right, we are in the dark ages and she is just clarifying, and a great representation of what America is at it's base?
:)
Dumb, sexist, fundamentalist, religionist, impractical, materialistic, undereducated, fools.
I hate to flame, but since pop-media is now advocating sexist mantras to sacrifice a political career(s), I have decided to take out my claws. I am on the sidelines watching everyone be clever about this. My former heroes have lost a lot of credibility lately because of the ridiculous pressure to entertain and put higher ideals on the chopping block for it. Go ahead. Amuse me some more.
Are we having fun yet?
It isn't just on the cellar..or on the internet.....
pull it out!
Lopsided boobs
OK then, just take the whole thing off. That's my solution. :)
I'm irritated because I can't find the cellar posts with the "motivational posters" (it's not in the motivation posters thread!) with the Sharks and the Tanks.
Anyone have a link?
Kthnx.
I have them - I posted them - want me to email them to you?
Here you go
I've been misspelling Dweller all this time. What a maroon!
No no, the dictionary word is dweller. We are Dwellars.
Whew...good, because dwellar looks more nearly correct to me anyway! ;)
This morning has been one of those mornings. It appears that several Mondays have ganged up and successfully sneak attacked me today.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!
our firm "administrator" who is a petty despot and a martyr, to boot. The one thing that really pisses me off is when you go into her office, and she immediately covers up whatever she's working on.
It's insulting; it's a slap in the face; it's an implication that we're not trusted.
Yes, it might be confidential information, but we work in a law office! It's all confidential! And all of us have been here longer--you think that after 9 years she'd realize that we're not about to steal the secrets of the accounts payables or whatever.
grrr.
Sorry LR. Hang in there.
Cloud, you know what you need to do, right? Right?
[COLOR="White"]Kick her in the cunt.[/COLOR]
Maybe she's looking at pron?
This morning has been one of those mornings. It appears that several Mondays have ganged up and successfully sneak attacked me today.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!
OMFG - and I thought it was just me! I am soooooo with you LR!
we're not about to steal the secrets of the accounts payables or whatever.
Maybe she's protecting you by doing that. Maybe it's a spreadsheet of everyone's salaries. Would you want your co-workers to know what you make?
She's probably playing Sudoku.
I just paid 130.00 for a highlight, color and cut and I HATE it.
sigh.
Another day of zero affirmative responses to my resume. This coffee shop offered me a job as a counter person.......Maybe I could be a counter girl and hope there are no lay offs or the store will not close. This might be better than I think as this might be one of the last places to close in Santa Fe.....
I should practice:
Would you like red or green with that? The cream is behind you up the walkway there. Have a great day in the land of enchantment.
I just paid 130.00 for a highlight, color and cut and I HATE it.
sigh.
Holy shit. I do mine standing over the bathroom sink. Same results but I can afford dinner afterwards...
That sucks Bri.
I just paid 130.00 for a highlight, color and cut and I HATE it.
sigh.
Bri, go back to your stylist and let her (or him?) know. If they are good, they will love the opportunity to re-do your hair. They want you to be a happy 'returning' customer.
Holy shit. I do mine standing over the bathroom sink. Same results but I can afford dinner afterwards...
That sucks Bri.
L'oreal Feria! Love it...though it is nice to get a professional jobby with highlights and stuff from time to time.
It'll grow, Bri, and you're still a beauty, no?
Why do you hate the cut so much? It might be really quite becoming...maybe?
I look like Matron McMatronly.
I look like a tool.
Grrrrrr. I mean, I looked like a tool before, but I hadn't paid for it...damn.
It'll grow, Bri, and you're still a beauty, no?
No.
Yeah...if you don't like the job they did, go back and tell them. Maybe they wont care, but it's very likely that they'll offer to fix it up for you. Especially if they're a local business and rely on word of mouth advertising.
I am tired.
I am tired of being tired.
I am tired of being tired and crabby and bitchy and taking it out on everyone else. I am tired of nobody helping me without me screaming at them and blowing up in their face.
I am pissed at my husband for saying he would help and not actually DOING it, as if just SAYING you'll do something is just as good as actually DOING it. Because it's the thought that counts, right?
But mostly I am tired of just being so negative all the time. I want to be more upbeat and positive, I do have a lot to be happy about, but it's hard to feel that way on 4 hours of sleep a night, y'know?
Now I have to go make dinner, scoop the litter boxes, do some laundry, and write a 4-page paper on a stupid poem. Also the kids have scouts & sports stuff I need to take care of, and if I thought about it, I could come up with about a dozen little projects I should have already done weeks ago.
And I just got a new job from a regular client. That's normally a good thing. I should be happy about it.
I have another client with a big job in progress and I'm waiting for her to send me a bunch of stuff so I can get started on it. She is dragging her feet. I should be happy about that too, because I am in no way ready to do this big project right now. But OTOH I really need that big check!
See? I can't find the silver lining in bad things, but I sure can find the layer of crap in every good thing. (sigh)
Shutting up now.
Bri, go back to your stylist and let her (or him?) know. If they are good, they will love the opportunity to re-do your hair. They want you to be a happy 'returning' customer.
Agreed....they would rather know and fix it, than you hate it.
I just paid 130.00 for a highlight, color and cut and I HATE it.
sigh.
It's probably not as bad as you think, Bri -- just not what you'd prefer it to look like. But ditto what Ducks said, go back and ask to get it fixed. You might be surprised.
Oh and everyfuckingthing is irritating today. EVERY.FUCKING.THING
yes, you too
I have chronic shit on the liver today
I'm safely behind my sandbag bunker and I wonder if, like in many IRL workplaces, the women of the cellar all get their monthly invoice at the same time. [/battening down the hatches]
I am tired.
I am tired of being tired.
I am tired of being tired and crabby and bitchy and taking it out on everyone else. I am tired of nobody helping me without me screaming at them and blowing up in their face.
I am pissed at my husband for saying he would help and not actually DOING it, as if just SAYING you'll do something is just as good as actually DOING it. Because it's the thought that counts, right?
But mostly I am tired of just being so negative all the time. I want to be more upbeat and positive, I do have a lot to be happy about, but it's hard to feel that way on 4 hours of sleep a night, y'know?
Now I have to go make dinner, scoop the litter boxes, do some laundry, and write a 4-page paper on a stupid poem. Also the kids have scouts & sports stuff I need to take care of, and if I thought about it, I could come up with about a dozen little projects I should have already done weeks ago.
And I just got a new job from a regular client. That's normally a good thing. I should be happy about it.
I have another client with a big job in progress and I'm waiting for her to send me a bunch of stuff so I can get started on it. She is dragging her feet. I should be happy about that too, because I am in no way ready to do this big project right now. But OTOH I really need that big check!
See? I can't find the silver lining in bad things, but I sure can find the layer of crap in every good thing. (sigh)
Shutting up now.
sounds like you need an
optirectomysounds like you need an optirectomy
I hadn't heard that one, lj. I laughed out loud - loudly.
Mrs. Dar wants to know what I'm laughing at. I read it to her.
She just smiled. Maybe it's a guy thing.
Yeah, but I don't know if it's covered by my HMO. :D
I guess so - I lol'd too. read it to my kids and
my sons laughed also, yet
my daughter gave me the disapproving eye.
Oh and everyfuckingthing is irritating today. EVERY.FUCKING.THING
yes, you too
I have chronic shit on the liver today
That's just one of the side effects of being pregnant, isn't it?
She's not the pregnant aussie on this board although it's rather flattering to me that you'd get us mixed up. lol
Oh, Ali, I don't get you two mixed up. I was just trying to cheer Ducks a little.
The only people I sometimes confuse on here are UnderToad and Radar.
[COLOR=Silver](Now that might be a bannable offense.)[/COLOR]
Oh I see. lol Well you know, it's probably just because I think everything is about me. ;) Anyway, it should be even if it isn't! :D
That's just one of the side effects of being pregnant, isn't it?
Soooo......you think I'm fat. FAT??
Soooo......you think I'm fat. FAT??
Oh, no. I think it looks good on you.
I have short-timers syndrome. I have a week and a half left and my motivation level went from 5 to -3 (on a scale of ten.)
And I STILL have to do all these happy dappy events and will have no time to get caught up even if I tried. Story of my time here; I'm so glad I'm moving on.
Tonight is what I consider my swan song: I emcee the scholarship banquet and praise all the donors and recipients, and introduce speakers etc. I won't have to do anything like that ever again, in all probability. I'm good at it, I hate doing it.
I have a headache and a muscle spasm in my shoulder.
Can I get a rub?
Sigh...
Job change blues I guess.
Oh, no. I think it looks good on you.
I hate you
You are off my to do list
and you hurt my feelings
its just a bit of winter weight, if I want to look good in my 'kini this summer I will be rid of it
ya big meanie you
I hate you
You are off my to do list
and you hurt my feelings
its just a bit of winter weight, if I want to look good in my 'kini this summer I will be rid of it
ya big meanie you
But, but, but... that was a compliment!
Here: :comfort:
Is that better?
gonna take a lot more ass kissin than that. IMO.
Not irritating, per-say...but...I ended up getting sick last night...dizzy, fever, felt sick to my stomache...bad enough that I left work after only an hour being there (ugh!) I came home and slept until about 9:30...at which point my dad had me take nyquil so I could get less restless sleep. It worked out ok, but unfortunatley I can still feel the nyquil buzzing through my system...and I haven't stopped shaking yet...so I've got to decide whether or not I can drive to class. grr.
Mildly irritating me today is: computer speakers.
I bought some on Thursday.
The shop clerk picked up a box off the wrong pile - I wanted the sub-woofer + five woofer/tweeter set - he gave me sub-woofer + two speaker set. :right:
Today I went back and changed them over, paid a few dollars extra. All good.
I got home and read the instructions. Despite the clerk's assurances that it would "plug straight in" to my computer, there is a catch. My machine has a two channel sound card. I can connect the system, but the back two speakers (for surround sound) will not function at all. No sound. :smack:
Turns out that first set I had would have been more suitable.
I am considering whether to go back to the store again and change them back. I don't think so - I'll just leave the other two in the cupboard and maybe someday I will upgrade to a better computer which will be able to use all the speakers.
Any suggestions from all the techie types here?
Update:
The speakers have one subwoofer and two woofer/tweeter units operational. Music library accessible.
The cable for the TV tuner card for the computer does not fit in the TV socket on the wall. The TV is not operational.
The Audio input for the speakers does not fit in my phone (i.e. FM radio, music player). The radio is not operational.
The mobile internet has some connectivity, but is sometimes really slow (especially for the cellar :mecry: ) Audio streaming over the net is successful. Video streaming has variable success.
Why is it that so many things don't plug into other things. C'mon, planet Earth, what is it with you monkeylings? Get it together.
Zen... you'se screwed, m'dear. Didn't you hear that NOTHING is supposed to plug into anything else until the year 3030?
are you sure? My mom used the "plug in the socket" metaphor when I got The Talk.
Pretty sure some people are doing the whole "plug-and-play" thing right now.
Unfortunately, not me.
-snorts- Me either, Cloud. As for "mildly" irritating today... apparently my mother lacks the brain-mouth filter thing and has been giving the future ex husband ALL the information I've been giving her (in confidence, I thought) about me and the baby and the job that I got in Hawaii. DAMMIT! >.<
-snorts- no kidding. And not a helluva lotta places to hide in the Islands. Stupid mother.
-snorts- no kidding. And not a helluva lotta places to hide in the Islands. Stupid mother.
You could hide better on the Big Island or Kawai. Ok, if you are white, maybe not so much. Now if you are an Island Girl it should be pretty easy.
Using my laptop for the first time since I got it back from HM on Weds.
The "p" key isn't working properly. I mean you can make it work, but you have to hit it harder than the other keys.
Yes it might have happened if I'd taken the laptop with me originally, but given the state the house was in, I suspect something has been spilled on it.
Grrrrrr.
And the screen is filthy.
Glad you got unacked. Being acked sucks. :D
Sundae, have you tried prying off the P key to make sure there's not a little crumb or something underneath it?
turn it over and tap it and let the crumbs fall out
Clean the screen. Wear gloves. Don't think about it too much.
Sundae, have you tried prying off the P key to make sure there's not a little crumb or something underneath it?
Strongly not recommended especially on laptops. The mechanism by which the keycaps connect to the keyboard is very delicate and subject to injury by removal. Sure, you can muscle them off, but can you reinsert the metal pin into the plastic hinge of the keycap without pranging it?
I speak from first hand experience, both in mangling laptop keycaps and delivering the last rites to keyboards murdered by other well meaning amateurs.
It can be done, but it is a very delicate operation. And if the obstruction is a mechanical one, that is, something physical impeding the physical motion of the key, then it can likely be removed, dissolved, dislodged by other means (canned air, a little bit of solvent like water or alcohol, and much shaking and blowing and shaking and vigorous keypresses, rinse repeat). If there is some other problem, like a liquid having been spilled on the keyboard and then penetrated beneath the silicone membrane switch, impairing the electrical contacts, then removing the keycap is not going to help, and you still have the problem of getting the keycap to stay on when you try to replace it.
One idea if you're set on removing the keycap, google up a diagram of your exact keyboard and try to get an illustration of your keycap hinge mechanism. Then you can know what you're up against before you begin your demolition work. Or you can just work on exercising your right pinkie.
Just put the whole thing in the dishwasher. That will fix it.
Just put the whole thing in the dishwasher. That will fix it.
Hand wash only. Hot soapy water, operate all the keys while wet, rinse thoroughly, dry times measured in days or weeks, though. I've done this successfully.
I've done the shaking and blowing thing, it seems to have helped.
Phew.
I've used a vacuum cleaner with the couch/brush attachment. Seems to help a lot.
It helps me a lot....gnnnhhhhh
;)
Merc, I'm about as white as they get... and I'll be on O'ahu... same island as Waikiki and Honolulu. So, big cities, but not a lot of room, yanno?
once decided to clean a laptop keyboard at a jobsite. using a shopvac. clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick as a stripe of keycapless keys appeared on the keyboard.
Oops.
I shut down the shopvac, opened it and retrieved the keys. They were plenty clean now. But I had to reattach them to the keyboard. It did not go easily or well.
Ever notice how since I got sober my mother has been going crazy-banana-nuts? well. I have.
Ever notice how since I got sober my mother has been going crazy-banana-nuts? well. I have.
You'll notice that in more and more people everyday. lol
Ever notice how since I got sober my mother has been going crazy-banana-nuts? well. I have.
I did notice, but I didn't really want to say.
Like about the red things turning up in my poop, when I'm pretty sure I haven't eaten them...
My tummy hurts, and I don't know why.
It started yesterday morning. Feels like cramps, high up at the top, not down low where you'd think of female-type cramps. Sort of like labor pains, for those of you who have been through that, but again, higher - and I promise, I'm not preggy. :) Pain is bad enough, when it hits, I have to stop what I'm doing and breathe through it.
Yesterday I felt all achy and yucky and slept on and off all day, but I had two exams today so I still had to study a bit. This morning I still felt awful but dragged myself to take those exams.
Tonight I've taken an ibuprofen and feel a little better, but my tummy still hurts - pains hit a little less often, but just as bad. I've made up my mind that I have to get on with my life regardless. I've got a paper due tomorrow, so I'm down in my office finishing it up. (and my printer isn't cooperating...bad ink cartridge...sheesh, can't get a break.)
What the heck? I'm not puking or anything else...just a tummy ache.
Moms aren't allowed to get sick. This bites.
Juniper, that sounds exactly like what killed Elvis.
once decided to clean a laptop keyboard at a jobsite. using a shopvac. clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick as a stripe of keycapless keys appeared on the keyboard.
Oops.
I shut down the shopvac, opened it and retrieved the keys. They were plenty clean now. But I had to reattach them to the keyboard. It did not go easily or well.
But it was really clean when you finished, right?
Did you use the brush attachment? That keeps you from getting close enough for that to happen. At least with our vac.
Heroes. The back-and-forth present/future timeline thing is getting old. Innovative at first, but there's so much of it now there's practically no storyline.
And I hate it when good characters go bad, and the whole season has this theme, supposedly. Boo!
Yes, really, really, really clean, sitting in the sump of the industrial shop vac, the one used around the construction site. Super clean. D'oh!
No, I didn't use the brush attachment, or my brain. I don't think it would have made a difference, though. This thing could loosen a tatoo dar.
I vacuumed the dust out of a computer tower once. Last thing I ever did with that tower. It never worked again. D'oh!
No, I didn't use the brush attachment, or my brain. I don't think it would have made a difference, though. This thing could loosen a tatoo dar.
Ah. You didn't say you were using a
Binford Tools shopvac.
Time Warner Cable is having a spat with our local NBC affiliate. Of course it boils down to money, as it always does, but the end result is we haven't been able to get NBC for weeks. No one in the city can, unless they have DirecTV instead of cable. The only way we can get both Chuck and Heroes is to watch them online, and they don't get posted until a week after the broadcast.
wtf? NBC sends that signal out for free to anyone with an antenna. Why exactly should Time Warner pay one cent to the local affiliate for doing the service of passing it along?
chapped, bloody lips. owie.
wtf? NBC sends that signal out for free to anyone with an antenna. Why exactly should Time Warner pay one cent to the local affiliate for doing the service of passing it along?
KXAN (NBC) says that Time Warner has to pay all their cable channel providers for their signals, and they should start paying the networks too, and just pass the costs on to us like they do for the other channels. Time Warner isn't caving because the minute they do, all the other networks will follow suit. I don't know if DirecTV is paying them or what, but in the weeks leading up to the cutoff, the ads kept saying again and again that we should switch if we want to keep getting our signal.
I expect DirecTV is paying.
In general broadcast TV stations within the local area can choose either "must carry" or "transmission consent." If they do "must carry," they don't get any compensation from the satellite or cable co, BUT, the sat/cable/whatever is required to carry them. If they choose to negotiate for compensation in return for their signal, there's no guarantee that the two parties will come to terms, and the station can't go back to must-carry status for three years.
http://www.fcc.gov/mb/facts/cblbdcst.htmlThat's insane. The networks give the signal away for free. If any money changes hands, it should be the cable company charging the network affiliate for delivering their signal for them.
How much advertising revenue is the network affiliate losing because nobody is watching them? This is not how you should run a business. TV stations should do everything they can to have their programs viewed. Withholding them from the public is suicide for them.
I bet they get it sorted out before November sweeps, one way or the other.
Apparently, I had a sex change and didn't notice. I just got an award from the Navy (for my last job, before I moved to MD). I was all excited; a personally-signed excellence award from an Admiral doesn't come along too often. I was going to get it framed, and hang it in my office.
Presented to Mr. Firstname Lastname
:right: Guess I made a real impression on them.
Awwwwwwwwww.
When my Dad got his 21 Years engraved glass from his firm they got his initials wrong on it. I was outraged (although it was obviously just an admin error) and went on at him to give it back and get it done properly. He just didn't want to the fuss and Mum told me to drop it in the end. The outrage, not the glass.
I, like Juni, have a tummy ache but mine is from eating nothing but granola and chocolate Reisen's for a week straight.
:)
but, yeah, it hurts.
Apparently, I had a sex change and didn't notice. I just got an award from the Navy (for my last job, before I moved to MD). I was all excited; a personally-signed excellence award from an Admiral doesn't come along too often. I was going to get it framed, and hang it in my office.
Presented to Mr. Firstname Lastname
:right: Guess I made a real impression on them.
Like Demi Moore in GI Jane? "Suck my ... !"
PS, Congratulations on your award!
Apparently, I had a sex change and didn't notice. I just got an award from the Navy (for my last job, before I moved to MD). I was all excited; a personally-signed excellence award from an Admiral doesn't come along too often. I was going to get it framed, and hang it in my office.
Presented to Mr. Firstname Lastname
:right: Guess I made a real impression on them.
You have to squint just right and pitch about half your IQ, but if you can force yourself to think like an Admiral, the mistake comes out to be a compliment.
On the other hand, I bet if you informed his office, they'd get you a corrected one.
Pie, are you sure it was your finger you cut?
(and how is it, anyway?)
One of my colleagues has put an open box of materials in the entrance. It's to go back to the vendor because they goods received are faulty. Our ultimate boss has the paperwork.
Our boss is a hard but not effective worker. She has so much to do, she is often very hard to talk to - there will be a metaphorical queue at her desk all day. I know when she comes back she has to talk to one of the Project Managers about something happening tonight for example, and will certainly not be interested in dealing with sending the box back.
Therefore it will fall to me. I will have to hound her until she gives me the paperwork. I will have to deal with the company to collect the goods and get a refund (which we may not even be entitled to - I have no idea how long we've had these sitting around). And it will be to me everyone complains about the fact we've just had a huge clean of the workshop, and yet there is already a box sitting in the entrance way, like the monitors which were abandoned there for months while our IT Manager tried to work out a way to get them recycled that didn't cost us money.
So, thanks TB. Thanks for effectively giving me a task which will be arduous and frustrating without even ackniwledging that you were giving it to me. It's not my job to return items you have decided are below par, it might not technically be yours either, but it's not mine.
Grrrrrr.
Pie, are you sure it was your finger you cut?
(and how is it, anyway?)
:lol:
Yep, just the finger. It's mostly healed, but I will have a scar. Oh well, there goes that hand-modeling career I was contemplating... The worst part of it was that the cut bisected my writing callus. Holding a pen (or chopsticks, fork, or knife) was quite painful till the last day or two.
My old cube-mate said he will ask the Navy to re-do it. He's got a wall of awards himself and they're always misspelling his surname, so he's used to one or more go-rounds before they get it right. Makes you wonder about the Navy. :eyebrow:
My old cube-mate said he will ask the Navy to re-do it. He's got a wall of awards himself and they're always misspelling his surname, so he's used to one or more go-rounds before they get it right. Makes you wonder about the Navy. :eyebrow:
It's hard to see with all the swinging dicks around.
We discovered by accident this afternoon that our upstairs neighbor (who is out-of-town until 11/1) did not clean her refrigerator out before leaving two weeks ago...and had her electricity turned off while she's gone. It started smelling yesterday. The landlord is coming over tonight to clean the fridge out.
We discovered by accident this afternoon that our upstairs neighbor (who is out-of-town until 11/1) did not clean her refrigerator out before leaving two weeks ago...and had her electricity turned off while she's gone. It started smelling yesterday. The landlord is coming over tonight to clean the fridge out.
So far I want TRICKY angels with dirty faces. When do you move?
Oh srry bout the fridge.:D
Makes you wonder about the Navy. :eyebrow:
You know why they only issue powdered soap on the ships don't you?
So far I want TRICKY angels with dirty faces. When do you move?
Tentative moving date is 2nd week of November. We have to be out by Thanksgiving weekend.
See if there is other stuff that you would like that would make it worth both our whiles to ship stuff out to NM. :)
Landlord came over and did a bang-up job...cleaned out and disinfected the fridge...he fucking rules!
Well it's worth it for me. I can't find a copy at the record stores down here and I am really missing it after it was taken. Special order will be a lot more expensive. I'll look for more stuff and pm you. I'll just send cash and pay for the shipping. Maybe a bonus for the favor. You can go regular USPS, as I don't mind. Fedex has been charging too much lately.
Two black guys fighting outside my hotel room. I think the issue is citizenry... one guy was born here, the other guy immigrated (legally) from West Africa. -groan-
I have to take my 2005 car in again because the Check Engine light comes on and it feels like it's suffocating. Then it spontaneously heals, but it's staying sicker longer. I hope it's a warranty repair.
Bloody slow bloody eBay bloody sellers
Oh you've got to pay them within 3 days or get a neagtive, oh yes
But they don't have to post out until they feel like it, oh no
So - no practising my Halloween makeup tonight
No watching House of 1000 corpses
No flitting about with my Halloween wig on
Sigh
I understand about getting payment quickly, and I don't resent that
But when we sold items in the shop, we always posted on the same day payment cleared
Okay, we were a business, but you can easily set the time you want your auction to expire - if you know you only get to the Post Office on Mondays and Wednesdays, why not have your auctions finish on Sundays and Tuesday?
Or better yet, write on the description what days you post and what your usual turn around time is. Otherwise people like me get excited for days on end every time the post comes, and then horribly depressed afterwards. I swear, it's like being a kid again.
Ok. I am annoyed.
This person I don't know that recogizes me from the coffee shop that I used to regular, but now work at 2 days a week, has annoyed me.
I am working (busy) and he wants to talk about why I would work there now. When he saw me he took me for a "secretary or something" and "why I am not doing that". I say, well this job is actually quite fun and I do like it. I say, I was actually doing administration work, and not a secretary. (though I have been before)
He says, oh, same thing...
Why so shitty? I don't even recognize this asshole but he needs an explanation as to why I would work in a coffee shop. And if I was a secratary as were his projections, what would be the big deal if I chose to work in a coffee shop?
I am having fun with my new 2 day a week job. I am surprised that I was so hesitant. But now John Q. Ass gets to question my work history. That bothers me.
He pressed me again after the first little conversation with even more random questioning about what would make me decide to work there, and my new boss answered for me since he was on, "ignore".
Why do people that I do not know watch what I do and how I seem, and demand explanations when it does not fit with their expectations or presumptions? Why get freaked out about someone you don't know working in a coffee shop? And why be shitty about it? Do I need to give strangers my work history now, and for what? To serve a damned cup of coffee?!?
Oh I don't want you to make me any coffee, I thought you were supposed to be checking the voicemail messages or typing..or something. Forget it.
Sorry Cic What an ass. Makes me look "ok" by comparison.
Oh, I know what you mean Cic.
Tell 'em you had a damn lobotomy and are prone to extreme violence. In what has been deemed a medical miracle, doctors found you were much more calm when constantly surrounded by the sweet yet acrid smell of coffee. You are mandated to work there by the state, though you have to be closely monitored as you have been known to suddenly start swinging a knife and throwing hot coffee, usually provoked by some dumbass asking personal questions.
"Bite me" is always a good response too, in my experience. ;)
Dude is probably starved for human contact and just goes to the coffee shop for an excuse to talk to people who have to interact with him because it's their job.
I stuck some leftovers in the oven to reheat, and then got so distracted by other crap that just minutes later I made and ate an entirely different lunch for myself. Just as I was rinsing my plate, the oven timer started beeping to let me know what an idiot I am.
I dont know how many times I have put a cup of coffee in the mircowave to re-heat and totally forgotten about it.
My microwave actually has a neat feature to prevent that--once it's cooked something, it will beep periodically until the door is opened. You can't leave something in there unless you open the door and then shut the food back inside again without turning it on for more cooking time.
...Which, sadly, I have done.
Why do people that I do not know watch what I do and how I seem, and demand explanations when it does not fit with their expectations or presumptions?
Because your hot. I'm just saying.....:)
My microwave actually has a neat feature to prevent that--once it's cooked something, it will beep periodically until the door is opened.
and you haven't learned to completely shut that beep out of your concsiousness? wow. That's the best/worst skill i've acquired since becoming a mom. I can shut any sound out without effort -and sadly - often without being aware I am ignoring anything. kids screaming? no longer hear it. Which is usually good, but what if, one day, they really
are hurt?
Even as a new mom, I've noticed there's a difference between an angry scream and a HURT scream... and I can block out the angry/annoyed scream but the truly hurt scream has me dropping everything instinctively...
ROFL my husband does that all the time. I don't know how many times I've opened the microwave and discovered something he put in there the night before.
@Treas --- Oh no, is everything OK?
Oh yes. My daughter just seems to have a knack for falling into corners... furniture, walls, whatever. She's just learning how to walk. So I can ignore a "I'm frustrated 'cause I keep tipping over on my butt" scream, but her "I just whacked my face into the corner of the fridge" scream is a totally different sound and has me running for her before I realize I'm on my feet.
Finally got my make up from eBay.
Not my wig though. They haven't even marked it as Payment Received yet, although I sent it a week ago, and they haven't replied to my message chasing it. I do have a whole week to go, but my experience tells me - slack in one thing, slack in all. Grrrrr.
My make up is also disappointing.
I bought it off eBay because it was cheaper than buying it from a shop, and also they seemed to have the colours I wanted - I wouldn't know where to find goth make-up in London, although of course I know it must be for sale.
But the colours weren't well represented.
The purple is much darker than pictured - I was expecting it to be violet. And the makeup is smashed, leaking purple powder all over the inside of the packaging. Again I've messaged them but no response.
The red is much lighter than expected, looking almost pink. It does come up red on the skin, but not dark colour I wanted.
And the lipstick is just... less. It looked like a very dark red, a real vampish colour, but is more like the sort of burgundy colour worn by Mums.
Sigh.
Never mind, I have it all now. Practice tonight.
Dude is probably starved for human contact and just goes to the coffee shop for an excuse to talk to people who have to interact with him because it's their job.
Yea, he's the maintenance guy and a regular. Even so, I think this theory might hold up. He did seem starved for attention, mine at least, because he kept interrupting what I was doing to get another word about it in. He could tell that I was slamming busy, as were the rest of the workers, and still insisted on getting his 2 cents in, in full.
I'm over it today. I obviously don't like handing out in-depth explanations, as he wasn't there to ask for them. He was there to fix a drain. I am sure he had developed a resentment against me for a couple of years without me even recognizing his face. Because that's how people are. People are whacky. They would rather make up a story line of your life than do so something so simple: introduce yourself and ask, if you are so curious!
Oh yes. My daughter just seems to have a knack for falling into corners... furniture, walls, whatever. She's just learning how to walk. So I can ignore a "I'm frustrated 'cause I keep tipping over on my butt" scream, but her "I just whacked my face into the corner of the fridge" scream is a totally different sound and has me running for her before I realize I'm on my feet.
Ever been shopping in a crowded store when a kid yells "Mom"?
Every woman's head turns. Even those whose kids are obviously grown.
My child can't even talk yet, and my head still turns when I hear some random child yell for his mom... eerie... :P
In a workplace, some people make decisions about what other people will or will not be allowed to do. A different set of people may be charged with implementing these decisions.
For example, maybe the president decides who's entitled to a master key. But there is likely another employee who will actually cut the keys, or send out for a locksmith, or whatever.
Well guess what? If you didn't get a master key, complaining to the locksmith isn't going to get you one. The only thing it does is annoy the hell out of the locksmith.
Are you responding to my post Sleeve?
Well in case you were, the half assed contractor that comes by irregularly has nothing to do with my job whatsoever. He holds no keys. Unless it's to his van.
I can usually tell my own kids' "Moooooom!" But not always. Drives me crazy!
Now I feel even more fucking insulted. kthx.
Because my complaints don't belong here apparently, with everyone elses. Kind of like how I don't belong at work with other people either. Maybe I should go back to being a dishwasher at denny's and save my complaints for the fucking management there.
Breathe* ok over it.
Are you responding to my post Sleeve?
Nope, I was after my own cow-orkers. (You can consider me the locksmith in the allegory I posted.)
Well don't I look like an ass? :) oh wait that's because...Srry sleeve. I am requesting that you forgive my ignorance.
I'm still kind of a n00b so this is a little presumptuous, but here goes -- that's OK C, we love you anyway. ;) ::hugs::
Understandable. When you're feeling kicked around already, it's normal to feel sensitive about everything else.
Think nothing of it, Cicero.
:bj:
[COLOR="Silver"]No, not you, Cic.[/COLOR] ;)
Commercially-produced childrens' Halloween costumes suck. Big time. Especially (but not exclusively) the ones aimed at girls over the age of 8 or so.
My monday night team had our semifinal game last night. I played the best I have in a very very long time. It was a really hard fought game and I was able to boss the midfield pretty effectively. So what's irritating? I don't remember taking any unusually hard hits, but I woke up with what looks like a purple baseball sticking out of the side of my knee. It hurts.
Wasn't this the knee you were supposed to be taking it easy on since you weren't going to have the surgery?
I stuck some leftovers in the oven to reheat, and then got so distracted by other crap that just minutes later I made and ate an entirely different lunch for myself. Just as I was rinsing my plate, the oven timer started beeping to let me know what an idiot I am.
Sounds like a reefer flashback if there is such a thing, or as my wife says "I'm a nursing mom." (Get out of jail free card)
What's been irritating me? No cellar time. Evar. Grr.
You. You've been irritating me. Yeah...you.
Got an exam back today. Even if I got 100 on the final exam, I would still be just short 1/3 point needed to get an A in the class.
:sniffle: my first B since I've been back in college. I am so sad.
Getting an A in everything else. :( And it's a stupid freshman level gen-ed class, too.
Mildly irritating me today is that I have lost my purple baseball.
It was an old favourite that a friend gave to me. I used to roll it against my knee to help me relax.
If anyone sees it, please let me know.
I think I saw it in the boiler room. [\freddie krueger]
Wasn't this the knee you were supposed to be taking it easy on since you weren't going to have the surgery?
Thankfully, no. It's the other knee. It's a lovely shade of blue now and has some fluid under the surface but nothing major. It'll be fine by when I get back in town for the league championship game next week. Which is good, because we're a bunch of thirty somethings and we'll be playing a local college team. It's going to hurt.
I think I saw it in the boiler room. [\freddie krueger]
"I saw something nasty in the woodshed."
[/cold comfort farm]
Not really irritating, but not really upsetting. You decide.
Landlady's eldest son has gone up to Liverpool. So they are looking after his cat.
In this house.
Now I am not for one second saying they are not entitled to do this. But it is awkward. The first I knew of it was when I went downstairs because I was going to the shop for Lucozade. Diz - as usual - had followed me down the stairs. I saw the cat and shut the door, so all was well.
BUT
Diz is slowly finding his feet here. He is beginning to want to explore the house alone. And apart from that, he always accompanies me to the bathroom. And he does make his displeasure known vocally if he isn't allowed to come with me. Also, he's used to the bedroom door being ajar all night, so he can go about as he pleases when the house is quiet.
What will happen tonight? Is Diz to stay in here while the visitor gets run of the house? Should I keep him on the stairs when I go to the toilet?
Again, I am not annoyed at the situation and I don't think they have done anything wrong. I'm just concerned for my cat and wondering how this will work out practically. I'll ask Pierro how long the cat will be here next time we speak. Not long I hope.
(btw he is a really handsome beast and if I didn't have Diz I'd be delighted to have him here)
my cat woke me up 45 minutes early by shitting in my room
then after i changed the catbox and took a shower, the toilet overflowed
then it took 2 hours and 5 minutes to get to work.
and now im being bored to death by a crap day and minimal business trafic.
wah?
Not wah. Perfectly justifiable grumbling, right there!
What is up with the cats? Gaines poo'ed in the bathroom...with a clean litter box in the very next room. Grrrrrr. It's a conspiracy or something.
Reminds me I have to change over to clumping litter tomorrow. At least one thing, Diz is very good with using the litter box.
Sorry to hear about others' cat poo problems.
I have my million dollar idea for an improved cat box system, but no one to help design and build it.
Does it involve a high-speed blender? If so, I'll help.
Jesus, you ain't right, man. :lol:
The 16 year old cat I inherited from my mom keeps escaping from the bathroom and peeing on anything left on the floor. Today it was my DH's jeans. I think this is kind of funny, because he's always getting after the kids for leaving their stuff on the floor.
This morning I woke up to a huge pile of cat vomit right outside my bedroom door.
Something in the kitchen smelled funny. Yup, the rug in front of the sink. Pee.
My office is right across from the laundry room, where we have two large litter boxes. It's inescapable.
I'm with ya, man. But then, we have 6 of the critters, so I guess we brought it on ourselves.
Oh, there's something else bugging me today.
I did not realize that students were supposed to keep their GPA's a secret from their profs. How dumb. Can't they look up students' transcripts anyway? My business writing teacher did, and went and told the class that she knew my GPA, if you can believe that. Sheesh. But anyway, I mentioned it to him in an e-mail about how upset I was about getting a B...asking for a chance at extra credit work. And now he's pissed off at me and says I'm trying to use it to "manipulate" him. GRRRR! :mad2:
Juni it might be brought on by distress because of your new addition?
Just a thought.
Diz is quite freaked - he caught sight or sound or smell of the other cat somehow. I know he did because he came trotting back in here with a tail like a bottle brush. He's now sat at the top of the stairs, watching (there's a door at the bottom of the stairs). I'll leave him be unless I get the impression they want the cat to have access to the stairs tonight. Poor babba - just as he's settling in he finds a big black stranger in his house.
Juni, go to the pet store or the vet and get some cat drugs. You can get spray on ones which you just spray the area with, or plug into the wall ones that release a scent.
When we added another cat last year one of our originals went nuts and I mean absolutely fucking crackers doing all the things you're suggesting and more.
It's basically a pheromone that calms them down. Well worth the investment.
It's called Feliway here. I used it to settle the boys when I adopted them, and then again when we moved to London, because HM had a cat. I didn't get it here because Diz was supposed to have sole occupancy. Maybe I'll get some more anyway - he's been unsettled recently. Only expected with the upheaval he's had this year.
Yeah, that's what it's called here too. I just couldn't think of the name.
I highly recommend it.
Juniper, what's your GPA?
Um...4.0 :)
Trying desperately to keep it that way. At least for as long as I can!
Oh! Grade Point Average! lol. I see what it is, its ok. I've been wracking my brain to work out what the letters stood for lol.
Sorry, Dana. Sometimes I'm so obtuse - assuming everyone in the world would know what a GPA is.
Can't they look up students' transcripts anyway? My business writing teacher did, and went and told the class that she knew my GPA, if you can believe that.
Where I work, faculty can generally see transcripts for their own advisees, but not for just random student.
sheets, the fitted kind. the ones I have are either too short on the sides, so they pull away from the mattress; or in one case, far too big.
reminds me of why I resisted getting at traditional mattress for so long. Maybe I'd be better off with flat sheets tucked under.
boo!
You fit the sheet, the sheet you fit, and on the fitted sheet you sit.
Ever try folding a fitted sheet? Impossible. I always just wad them up and shove them in a box.
Ever try folding a fitted sheet? Impossible. I always just wad them up and shove them in a box.
Ah, but there is a trick - tuck all 4 corners into each other then fold the overhang of the sheet to make a nice rectangle. Fold that and you are done. I put the sheets into one of the pillowcases to keep the set together so nobody can see that fitted sheet anyway, but it's nice to know it's in there looking good. :)
But finding little black buggies walking around in my hot cereal this morning is not so good.:eek: :vomit:
:D I was going to claim that those were all BS [Before Sweetwater] but I had joined, barely, by then.
Where I work, faculty can generally see transcripts for their own advisees, but not for just random student.
It's supposed to be on a "need to know" basis. For example, if I saw a cute guy here at work, knew he had gone here, and looked him up out of curiousity for grades or address or whatever, I have violated FERPA law. If that guy were a student and I had to check eligibility for whatever reason, I am well within legal boundaries.
:2cents:
Minifobette has stubbornly refused to adjust her schedule after the daylight savings time change, and is still waking up an hour earlier than she used to.
Are you keeping her up later?
Trying... she falls asleep in my arms even if I'm actively trying to entertain her. What I really need to do is get her afternoon naps straightened out first so she has enough energy to make it later in the evening, but those have been disrupted recently because of unrelated crap going on in the house (people coming over, etc.)
OK. So I go to history class this morning, and the prof says to me "stick around after class, we need to chat." Crap. I tried to hide in the back of class. But suddenly he wants to chat with me *during* class. Every now and then he's looking at me and saying stuff like "would you agree with that, Juniper*?" Weird. I don't like it.
*substitute my real name. :)
So after class he tells me my grade isn't as bad as I think, there's a curve and if I get an A on the final exam I'll get an A for the quarter. Nice to know. But then he wants me to walk out of the classroom with him down the hall, have a little chatty chat.
I apologize for mentioning my GPA...no biggie, he says...and then he says "your grandchildren will be proud of you."
Grandchildren?
Do I REALLY look like a grandmother? I'm FORTY for God's sake.
I had mentioned in the e-mail that my 12 year old daughter had pushed me to ask for extra credit because it's what I'd tell her to do. Unnecessary info, I guess, but I go for the poignancy and pathos. ;)
That's DAUGHTER. Geez. I know I'm plenty old enough to have a granddaughter if I started early, but not a 12 year old one! I'd have to be at least 50 for that. Wouldn't I? And I do NOT look 50.
Alternatively, both my daughter and I could've been cheap ho's and popped out babies at 16. I don't think I like that implication, either. (sigh)
Damn, this is bugging me! I suddenly feel ancient. This prof is an older guy - I'm guessing he's about 60 - maybe he's going blind. That's all I can say.
Some people are unobservant.
Coming back through US customs with my wife 11 years ago (I was 30 and she was 29) the customs guy asked her "Just you and your dad traveling today?"
What he said.
I was showing photos of my 21st at work and one of my colleagues said, "Aw, your Grandad looks really good fun!" My Dad was 53 (and in good physical shape). Okay, if he'd had a kid at 16 and that kid had me at 16 it would be possible. But not really likely.
You think that's bad? Back when I was 16 (16!), I was trying to calm down my hyperactive 11-year old brother in a supermarket checkout line. The cashier told him to "listen to your mother!"
We both just about died of embarrassment.
I admit, certain ethnic groups (such as Indian women - you did say that was your ethnicity, right?) are really difficult for me to judge ages. That is a compliment, BTW - they tend to age really well! Even though it worked the opposite way for you.
Wish I could say the same, humph. :)
Reminds me -- when my daughter was a baby, I took her to the mall one day and this old lady came up to me and told me I ought to be ashamed of myself, I should find a sitter and go back to high school. :p
I guess motherhood has aged me somewhat.
In high school, I was on multiple occasions mistaken for my father's girlfriend. I was happy to be mistaken for older; he was horrified to be mistaken for a lecher. :)
Oh, this is fun.
At the 6 month checkup for my baby daughter, the pediatrician mentioned that my wife was "extremely pregnant." Not only wasn't she pregnant, but she was thin as a rail. Just wearing a baggy dress.
We didn't say anything, but we found a new pediatrician.
glatt, a ped with bad powers of observation certainly merits moving on.
My mom loves to tell a story about one of my first checkups. I was about one year old, sitting buck-naked on the exam table, and the very young pediatrician comes in, takes one look at me and says, "So, how old is your son?"
He slunk away, mortified, when he was advised of his mistake.
The cashier told him to "listen to your mother!"
We both just about died of embarrassment.
She said it on purpose, knowing it was wrong, realizing that it would make him shut up with its total cluelessness. [/right]
I am extremely aggravated by gmail's lack of support for cellspacing and cellpadding attributes in HTML tables. Non-geek translation: it made a perfectly good email look like a piece of shit.
In other news, this is not exactly irritating and it's not exactly happy. But we don't have a "wonders if this is the stupidest thing he's ever done" thread. This afternoon, we started the paperwork for a mortgage to get cash to put that addition on the house. It's not a great time, but I can't see the interest rates going significantly lower. It'll be very interesting . . . .
Last year I was asked if my friend, Craig was my son...he's 23. I'd have had to start bloody young given I'm 36. I thought, christ have I suddenly aged or something?
yeah......we've been meaning to talk to you about that......
I should probably knock the whiskey and hard drugs on the head aye?
i was thinking that maybe you should grow your hair out and wear something frilly, but ......
gmail's lack of support for cellpadding
I'm pretty sure wolf can help you with this......
i was thinking that maybe you should grow your hair out and wear something frilly, but ......
......... you have something to say about my hair? *stares*
And get one of those little frou frou dogs, with a sweater and slippers. :lol2:
No, don't.
Really.
PLEASE.
I was thinking you should forget about and not listen to these people. They are old and ugly. And you have nothing to worry about.:)
-giggles- OLD?!? I'm only 25, thankyewvewwymuch!
Oh you know I wasn't talking about you. Move on. ;)
And get one of those little frou frou dogs, with a sweater and slippers. :lol2:
Not exactly sweater and slippers but....
This is the picture that sprang immediately to my mind: I think I might cultivate this look!
Go to about 4:30 mins in and see Bunny Summers (scream queen extraordinaire). From one of my all-time favourite schlock horror movies,
From Beyond...so full of cheese you could wrap it in wax and call it edam.
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Thanks Dana, I just put that in my Netflix queueue.
*grins* I fucking love that movie.
"Bit off his head.....like it was a Gingerbread man!"
I didn't watch the clip - I haven't seen that movie yet.
Degree plans make me want to hurt things
Actually this is harshing what little of my mellow is left after a day with the subsets of feet and meters. (WTF?)
Anyway, the inch and I were making therapeutic sugar cookies and I put some butter in the Kitchenaid which wasn't quit room temperature. (Or as we say around here, frozen solid)
I pretty much stripped a gear or two, now the thing is pretty pathetic. Maybe I'll videotape it and put it up on youtube. Now we are back to making cookies the old fashioned way, by hand, in the snow, uphill both ways...
(On the other hand,at least I didn't assassinate a hive of honey bees)
You say you put the butter IN the kitchen aid, which makes me think it's one of those heavy counter top mixers you are talking about and not a little hand held thing. That's amazing. It should be able to handle hard butter without any difficulty at all.
...Unless it was actually frozen solid. (I keep my extra butter in the freezer, too.)
Yeah, Kitchenaid mixers are built like tanks.
Yeah, Kitchenaid mixers are built like tanks.
Started in my hometown:
Posted - 04/10/2006 : 4:28:21 PM
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"The modern KitchenAid stand mixer began with a single drop of sweat off the end of a busy baker’s nose. The year was 1908, and Herbert Johnston, an engineer and later President of the Hobart Manufacturing Company in Troy, Ohio, was watching the baker mix bread dough with an age-old iron spoon. To help ease that burden, Johnston pioneered the development of an 80-quart mixer. By 1915 professional bakers had an easier, more thorough, and more sanitary way of mixing their wares.
In fact, that amazing, labor-saving machine caught on so quickly, the United States Navy ordered the Hobart mixers for its three new battleships - The California, The Tennessee, and The South Carolina. By 1917 the mixer was classified as “regular equipment” on all U.S. Navy ships.
The success of the commercial mixer gave Hobart engineers inspiration to create a mixer suitable for the home. but World War I interfered, and the concept of a home mixer was put on hold.
The first home stand mixer was born in 1919 at the Troy Metal Products Company, a subsidiary of the Hobart Manufacturing Company. The progeny of the large commercial food mixers, the Model H-5 was the first in a long line of quality home food preparers that utilized “planetary action.” Planetary action was a revolutionary design that rotated the beater in one direction while moving it around the bowl in the opposite direction."
My grandpa was a machinist at Hobart. I have a pic of me in a sweatshirt he gave me that said "I got smashed...in a kitchenaid trash compactor." There was a pic of a smashed and drunken looking (had a face) trash compactor bag.
Hobart also built a fair amount of steel houses around town. I've been inside one...very unusual.
Yeah, Kitchenaid mixers are built like tanks.
Were. Were built like tanks. Ours is about 12 years old and I make it work for a living. The frozen butter though was the kick in the head that sent it down. I think I am about ready to graduate to a baby Hobart anyway.
These people didn't get your memo however, Steve.
http://www.consumeraffairs.com/homeowners/kitchenaid_mixers.htmlFinals week. It's bumming me out. I'm finding it very hard to care anymore. It's like winter quarter during fall. I have to d-r-a-g myself.
Keep dragging !
(says she who is about 2 weeks behind on reading and assignments and floundering to find a foothold in her dissertation....and is on the cellar when she should be working.....)
....and is on the cellar when she should be working.....)
Tell it, sister! Me, too!
Ah, well, they don't make them like they used to.
Ah, well, they don't make them like they used to.
no, they really don't. And that sucks! I got a baby Hobart about two years ago and love it. Still hate my hand held POS though.
Puh. You're welcome for your little piece of history. Hmmph.
My college was in a tiny little town where all the
NFL footballs are made. I toured the place. So there.
What else you need to know that's useless and boring? ;)
A short essay on Baron von Steuben, due tomorrow. Though it was assigned to my daughter three weeks ago, my wife and I only learned about it (almost by accident) on Monday. She had actually forgotten who the subject was (the teacher gave them each a different person) and had to ask again.
I hab a code in my nodes.
You're a hermit, how in hell did you catch a cold?
It was that woman wasn't it. ;)
I only have two final exams to go - history and poetry.
History - well, it shouldn't be that hard, it's recent stuff 1945-present, so you'd think that if I paid attention on the news for the last 20 years I might already know half of it. I'm still studying my ass off though because I want an A, dammit!
Poetry is mostly just about MLA formatting, no explication or anything. Oh, and I still have to finish revising my paper. Not a big deal.
Good luck Bri and Dana!
I had to drop my Calculus class today because I got a 34 out of 100 on my midterm. :eek:
Holy shit, I got a 34 out of 100.
I'm going to go sob some more.
Shit, Apollo, that musthave been a nasty surprise:(
Oh my gosh it was horrible. Just got home from work, ready to relax, watch some Lost, flip open the Mac, check the grades, and then I get slapped in the face by the number 34.
It's my least favorite number now.
J's daughter sent me this code
Oh my gosh it was horrible. Just got home from work, ready to relax, watch some Lost, flip open the Mac, check the grades, and then I get slapped in the face by the number 34.
It's my least favorite number now.
You know what cured me of caring about the grades I got? Yeah, my illness (/montypython/ I got better! /montypython/) Seriously, dude or dudette: It's not about the grade, it's about the process of learning. So what, you got a 34? Try again, fail again, fail better!
:comfort:
J's daughter sent me this code
Like the Da Vinci Code? Or is this more of a common code? :D
What, you've got some kind of routing loop going?
I think I'll get out of the Cellar until UT is better.
Ejaculation as a potential treatment of nasal congestion in mature males
S . Zarrintan
Medical Hypotheses , Volume 71 , Issue 2 , Pages 308 - 308
Available online 23 April 2008.
Nasal congestion is defined by the blockage of the nasal passages usually due to membranes lining the nose becoming swollen from inflamed blood vessels [1]. This occurs when the nasal blood vessels expand in response to exercise, cold air, spicy food, even stress. Common causes of nasal congestion are common cold, influenza, Hay fever and chronic sinusitis [1], [2] and [3]. It impairs the natural human drive for nasal breathing and leads to lower self-esteem and to impaired quality of life [1]. There is a host of conservative treatments, including decongestant pharmacotherapy, antiallergy measures, nasal dilation devices and several surgical procedures [1] and [2], but it is still a symptom that is difficult to treat.
Decongestants are the main pharmacologic agents for the treatment of nasal congestion and act by stimulating α-adrenergic sympathetic nervous system. This leads to vasoconstriction of the nasal blood vessels and subsequent alleviation of the symptoms. However, oral or topical use of decongestants can have adverse effects of sympathetic stimulation such as hypertension. Furthermore, if used for more than two or three days, they can actually make congestion worse [4] and [5].
Herein, the author would like to provide a new treatment strategy for the treatment of nasal congestion in mature men. It is known that sexual arousal in men is followed by penile erection and subsequent ejaculation. Ejaculation has two phases: emission and ejaculation proper. The emission phase of the ejaculatory reflex is under control of the sympathetic nervous system, while the ejaculatory phase is under control of a spinal reflex at the level of the spinal nerves S2-4 via the pudendal nerve. A refractory period succeeds the ejaculation, in which the sympathetic nervous system counteracts the effects of the parasympathetic nervous system [6] and [7]. As it is seen, ejaculation can be used as a potential treatment of nasal congestion because its emission phase provides a sympathetic stimulation and subsequent vasoconstriction and nasal decongestion. Also, the refractory period serves as a sympathetic reservoir and maintains the decongestive state for a considerable while. This method does not wish to have the adverse effects of pharmaceutical decongestants because it is a physiologic stimulation of the sympathetic system in the body. According to the current idea, sexual intercourse or masturbation is proposed in the cases of nasal congestion in mature men. It can be done time-to-time to alleviate the congestion and the patient can adjust the number of intercourses or masturbations depending on the severity of the symptoms. This hypothesis suggests a unique treatment of nasal congestion because it uses a physiological mechanism of the human body for encountering the problem.
Let us know if it works ;)
Now EVERYONE is going to have a "cold."
:lol:
Bleah. They'll never prove it. Nobody would be willing to be in the control group.
I know sex has cleared my cold up before - temporarily, sadly. I always assumed it was because blood flow was directed elsewhere.
I have to go out right now and clean the chicken coop.
Yes, really.
Chicken coop:
Chicken poop
Poop scoop
Chicken soup
My new poetry.
That reminds me of the timeless children's book classic, Sheep in a Jeep.
Are you being serious? It's hard to tell with you! :lol:
The new clumping litter I've bought, while great for Diz (why I bought it) is grim for me. Better for him even in that way because I have to clean it every day - I would go 2 or 3 sometimes because he is such a little cat and it's such a big tray, he wouldn't be stepping in it even after a week!
But now, the wee smells immediately. It's absorbed, so it doesn't trouble him, but it smells of wet sawdust/ cat pee. Mech, don't like. Will clean completely tomorrow morning as I'll be gone for a week. Wish I could take him with me, but as I'm throwing myself on my parent's mercy I think it's best to make it as simple as possible.
SG...I have a bucket with a lid that is lined with a plastic bag right next to the litter tray. I just scoop once in a while and put it in the bucket and put the lid back on. No smell...until I decide to empty the bucket. THAT is nasty.
you need to add a scoop of dung beetles.
Are you being serious? It's hard to tell with you! :lol:
Maybe I'm being serious and joking at the same time.
Jeep in a heap.
Sheep weep.
Sheep sweep the jeep.
Jeep for sale - cheap!a fuck for a duck
a duck for a fuck
and fifteen bucks
for a fucked up duck
SG...I have a bucket with a lid that is lined with a plastic bag right next to the litter tray. I just scoop once in a while and put it in the bucket and put the lid back on. No smell...until I decide to empty the bucket. THAT is nasty.
I use sandwich bags as makeshift gloves/ pooper scoopers, and put them straight into the bin outside. The thing that's not working for me is having to do it damn near every time he uses the tray. I think once every 48 hours is reasonable for a little chap in a big tray. I think I'll go back to non-clumping. Except the wee settles with that, making a complete scrub out once a week necessary. What to do?
you need to add a scoop of dung beetles.
If only. The poop is small and hard and doesn't smell, it's the wee that slays me.
I have a design idea for an improved litter box. I'm not telling though, I may want to patent it some day. Waiting for my dad to jump on board!
How 'bout trying
baking soda?
Interesting and worth a try. But note, she's still scooping twice a day. Maybe I just have to resign myself to that.
If I move home (fingers crossed) it won't be in my bedroom anyway, so at least once a day will be more tolerable.
I have a design idea for an improved litter box. I'm not telling though, I may want to patent it some day. Waiting for my dad to jump on board!
Your Dad jumps on the board, and the cat poop on the other end, flies off into oblivion? Will that be an additional subscription fee for people buying your invention? It would seem to limit your market to local people.;)
Keeping the kitty litter deep helps, too. I scoop into a couple sheets of newspaper and roll it up, burrito style, the put it in the little waste basket. The newspaper absorbs a bit of the moisture so there is no odor. Or very little.
It seems the obvious solution is to get rid of the cat.
If you feed them higher quality food or one with a higher protien content they need less to eat and poop less too.
It seems the obvious solution is to get rid of the cat.
Or just stop feeding it so it stops eliminating waste.
I was just shown a place for 850.00 a month, without a fridge or stove in it, and he wouldn't move the price down to 750.00. It's a damned studio apartment....Without the obvious neccessities. Who rents an apartment and comes with their fridge,stove, countertop and cabinets? Oh, no washer/dryer but wifi. So I can be dirty and not be able to make food, but have internet, so it's all ok.....Hey at least he would allow my doggy. Not many places like that. Maybe I could just eat dog food........He lives in France, so he came here to buy a cheap house, and doesn't know 850 is too much to pay for an efficiency with no fridge, no stove, no cabinets, but one sink. Hey it has a shower tho'. Wow. Is that a shower? Coool. It's a shower, and a toilet.
He likes the idea of having me as a tenant because I'm single. That pisses me off, but he likes it.
The weather forecast for today is 31 degrees, but it's not even 10am and it's already 29. I think we're in for a stinker. I hear the aircon calling me and my hot and tired baby carrying body.
Or just stop feeding it so it stops eliminating waste.
Isn't that the idea? To eliminate the waste? Or stop creating waste? Or eliminate the eliminations.
I was just shown a place for 850.00 a month, without a fridge or stove in it,
That's crazy, move home. Or somewhere else. Move to UK and share a place with SG...
$850 p/month....how many bedrooms?
I live in a region with relatively low rent prices, but I would be staggered to find a two bedroom house for less than £400 p/mth.
Studio apt means everything but the bathroom is one room.
Ahh. I hadn't seen any mention of studio apartments.
I also mentioned the difference in European rates vs. the US.
Hey I just signed a lease for a house share! Moving out by Dec. 1st. It's a tiny place but I have to skim the fat anyway. I'll be moving in with the gay guy! He seems alright. :) He already offered to help me move my stuff. Sweet. ;)
Oh, that poor guy. :sniff:
Are you moving to Phoenix?
ƒuck you and your proprietary secure html-based email system that forces me to open a browser session to recieve and reply to your email
I don't have time or real estate for that kind of fancy bullsh!t
Breakfast cereal marketing managers who put breakfast cereal into tall thin boxes that then won't fit in any cupboard in my kitchen. Not only does this inconvenience me, it is very inefficient in terms of the ratio of packaging materials to product.
I bet 85% of those mental midgets have MBAs.
Breakfast cereal marketing managers who put breakfast cereal into tall thin boxes that then won't fit in any cupboard in my kitchen. Not only does this inconvenience me, it is very inefficient in terms of the ratio of packaging materials to product.
I bet 85% of those mental midgets have MBAs.
Same dudes who have eliminated the half gallon size of ice cream, and make the carton look like it could maybe be half a gallon, as if we don't notice it's 40% less now. Just raise the price and give me the half gallon back.
The waiver order for ff football... I get screwed every week and it pisses me off. I have bye weeks and injuries and shitty players just like everyone else, but I get to go LAST every friggin week! How is that fair?
:mad2:
I get screwed every week and it pisses me off. I have bye weeks and injuries and shitty players just like everyone else, but I get to go LAST every friggin week! How is that fair?
:mad2:
Jimbo, you may need to refine your technique a little. :p
Are you in first place jinx? The order is usually in reverse order of the teams records.
I was. But 2 other people have the same record now, and I was still last this week.
But so what anyway, its still not fair to repeatedly screw the person in first place. It's not like I was 1st in the draft or anything.... I think I went 10th or something... Goddamn ff socialism crap.
I have a cold and I feel like crap.
On the bright side, at least it waited till I finished all my final exams, so I can stay home and wallow in self-pity.
lol at the socialism crap comment.
Maybe you could start a new league where it's all random every week...
The ex is going to be in town next week. From Tuesday through Sunday. Grr.
Bleergh. :( Vomit.:vomit: Poor thing.
Yeah, and the tough part is, Ted (the housemate/boyfriend) is going to be out of town from Wednesday through sometime Sat. or Sun. to be in Atlanta with friends and family. DOUBLE bleergh :(
Two and a half weeks ago, we had some people over to the house who have moderately unruly children. Fortunately, they are pretty good about staying upstairs if we turn on a movie.
Just today, I discovered that one of them apparently snuck down while no one was looking to partake of extra food in the kitchen. The incontrovertible evidence: there were two completely uneaten pigs-in-a-blanket (sausages wrapped in biscuit dough, for those not familar with them) stashed inside the damn toybox.
The deception worked for two weeks. And most likely forever. You're probably not going to call the parents two weeks later to complain, are you?
One time I threw up in the back seat of the car on a trip, and then felt better, so I never bothered to tell anyone. It was a couple days before my parents noticed.
These people are over on a regular basis. This coming Tuesday, in fact, I will have the opportunity to ever-so-sweetly remind the kids that all the food needs to stay in the kitchen this time. If the parents ask, well then I'll have no choice but to reveal my reasons. :)
Oh, you should plant, like, springy monsters that look like mutated pigs in a blanket in the toybox so when they open the box they'll totally lose it.
That'll learn 'em. ;)
Once when I was a kid my mom made me clean my room really good. Between my desk and my bookcase, clear in the back, was an Easter egg that had fallen. This was some time after Easter. It didn't stink until I disturbed it. Man....whew!
These people are over on a regular basis. This coming Tuesday, in fact, I will have the opportunity to ever-so-sweetly remind the kids that all the food needs to stay in the kitchen this time. If the parents ask, well then I'll have no choice but to reveal my reasons. :)
Maybe you should just serve them those same sausages. "Here, kids, you didn't finish these last time."
I have a cold. I feel awful. Damn cold meds aren't working, I am still stuffy and all I feel like doing is sleeping. Unfortunately the world won't wait for me to get better, I still have to clean the house, prepare meals, drop off/pick up children at various places.
I have decided to put all clients' work on hold till next week, screw 'em, they've waited this long (I told them no work till the quarter was over) they can wait some more. Holiday, shmoliday.
At some point today I have to clean out the fridge and go to the grocery store. Tomorrow is our town's big Christmas Festival (yeah, they have it before Thanksgiving, go figure). My kids are walking in the parade and I have to videotape the whole thing, plus hang around in the frigid air spending money on stupid festival shit all afternoon.
Yee-ha.
Juniper does too much. I turned my paper in. That's all for today!
Hm. Irritating... I have a MOUNTAIN of sewing to do before the first weekend in December and there's no WAY it's all going to be done in time since I don't have anyone to watch the kidlet for me. Argh.
I am feeling better but still don't feel like cleaning my house. :)
I ordered new draperies for the living room & dining room and they were supposed to come in on Wed. so I could have them for Turkey Day and company...but now they're saying 12/3. Bummer.
Treas, what are you sewing?
Twitchy eye.
More twitchy nose, but right up in the corner by my eye - the skin is more eye-region than nose-skin. Just so you know.
I had about 3 hours sleep last night, probably explains it.
Pico, garb for the SCA event Ted and I are going to. Shirt and knee breeches for him, cloaks for both of us, a warm over dress and a formal gown for me for feast... the list goes on and on.
my last customer was a dirty bitch. and quite irritating.
You aren't still there are you?!? jfc...
I was just told about an email that needs an answer, and one of the others copied on it called me to tell me, and I still don't have the darn email yet. ::drumming fingers on laptop:: Hurry, hurry, hurry up! ::taps screen:: Is this thing on? Why is it taking more time to come to me? ::gets up to pace a bit:: My interweb tubes must be clogged!
You need to close some windows. You have about 8 open. ;) Yes this includes the cellar. :)
You need to close some windows. You have about 8 open. ;) Yes this includes the cellar. :)
Only 5*... wait, can you SEE ME? :eek:
And had just closed another one!
ETA: and that email is still not here
Our "help" desk removed a bunch of PCs from one of my workrooms without telling me. The equipment was idle at the time, and they needed them elsewhere. I can understand taking them, but at least have the decency to tell me. I had 5 temps show up this morning to work on a last minute emergency project, and found there are no computers to use. Had I known, I could have had the room ready for the temps when they arrived. I'm still waiting for the "help" desk to get them set up.
Am I supposed to patrol these rooms each day to take inventory of what is there? Apparently, I am.
Couldn't find my friggin immersion blender so I dug out the regular one.... got about 3/4 of the way thru pureeing the soup before it caught on fire. Yeah, nice, smells great.... off to fucking walmart, shouldn't be crowded at all today....
:mad2:
Day before Thanksgiving, no it'll be a ghost town.
Stiff friggin neck. I'm s'posed to fight Saturday but I can't turn my head.
Bloated. Tummy pains. Adipose tissue. Need for lasix, though, don't have any lasix. Carrying prolly two pounds of water in each boob.
sigh.
Knee just busted through a thin spot in my favorite pair of jeans.. now I can't wear them to work.
I lost my mother fucking tie bar at the gym. dammittohell-sonofabitch-cock
sounds like that went past mildly irritating Jim.
I lost my mother fucking tie bar at the gym. dammittohell-sonofabitch-cock
Jim is getting so ripped that if he isn't careful when he laughs his rippling neck muscles will bust straight through metal, sending the fragments flying across the room never to be seen again. I wish I was a stud like that.
[COLOR="White"]Why do I get such pleasure poking Jim with a stick?[/COLOR]
Hayfever brought on by dust and fluff that came out of the wardrobe in the spare room.
Carrying prolly two pounds of water in each boob.
Some people pay thousands of dollars for that opportunity...
men pay thousands over a lifetime just for the privilege of seeing the results.
Running copper LP gas line into the "garage" for the heater. I kinked it cause I was in a hurry. Now I have to put a union in. kind of lame for something that should have been a simple run with 6 - 90's
I'm sorry foot3. *nodding head like I know what you just said*
Damn we're a bunch of whiners today, aren't we?
Let it all out, people, its a short step from whiner to winner! (but also wiener!).
Hey! I also posted in the thankful thread, and the happy thread! If you came here just to criticise then maybe you should just leave the sad sacks alone before they take up arms and blow your head off!!!
Ali, I think we need to resynchronize our humour again.
I was smiling when I made that post. :)
I'm sorry foot3. *nodding head like I know what you just said*
fff, I do understand. that totally sucks nuts.
My hands are so NUMB today--I can barely type. Was going to wear my braces to work, but forgot.
Think I pulled a muscle in my upper back... last night, sleeping.
:confused:
Monster, who's Mr.
Pinchy?
AKA - What is Driving You Batshit Crazy Today?
Three things I want to watch at Christmas.
Two featuring The League of Gentlemen actors, two featuring Derren Brown. One might even feature my good self, but in all honesty that is incidental.
TWO have been reviewed/ mentioned in dispatches by the Radio Times (the BBC's listings magazine). In an orgy of obscurity however, neither mentioned when over the Christmas season they would be on. Channel 4 can go hang as far as the BBC are concerned of course, but neither Derren's site nor the official Channel 4 site have any information as to when he is on either.
ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THE CHRISTMAS SCHEDULE IS 20 DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS?
Of course you're not. The odds are you don't work for the BBC, Channel 4 and you're not even British. I was just sounding off.
On the odd chance that the information is available and I am just too slack to find it, I am interested in the times and date of the following:
Crooked House - written by and starring Mark Gatiss (also featuring Derren Brown) BBC4 - ghost story
The 39 Steps - featuring Steve Pemberton (unsure of role, may be quite small but his name is being used to advertise it) - no idea what channel! Thriller.
Derren Brown: An Evening of Wonders - obviously starrnig M Brown, but possibly also me. Channel 4, entertainment (post-watershed)
Oh and Psychoville should be on in the Spring. I know it's too soon for it to be scheduled, but I'm longing for it too.
Wait. An Evening of Wonders possibly starring you? WHAT?! Tell! Tell!
Do you mean you don't read every single thing I post!
Shocking!!
Just back from seeing Derren.
It was amazing!
I was picked as one of the people in the Oracle section of the show and interviewed on camera after, so if they use tonight's filming I will be on tv around about Christmas. Yay me!
Even with that aside, it was a wonderful night. We had such good seats (4 rows back and on the aisle) and could see every detail. What he does, he does so well - so slick. He's quite smug, but I find that attractive in a man! Very yummy. Gay, but yummy.
Even though I knew some of what was coming up he still made me gasp with astonishment. I have no idea how he does most of it, and I don't want to. I just enjoyed the spectacle.
Oh and as the Oracle he told me I should get another cat. That's that sorted then!
Sadly, he was wrong about the cat. Well, sort of. My beautiful Hely is living as a single cat in a cat-loving household. It might be the best possible outcome for her (I was a halfway house). However I know Derren is just an entertainer and I have too high an opinion of her attachment to me to ever have my guilt assuaged.
Monster, who's Mr. Pinchy?
He was my winter festive light assistant.
Stupid bugger took a nap on the back of the Windstar and fell of at a corner. his body was recovered:
FYI: Mr. Pinchy (or, simply Pinchy, to his friends) was also Homer's pet lobster. He was giving Pinchy a nice, hot bath when he accidentally cooked him. Homer ate him though with much sadness and butter.
Uncooperative cookies.
I've spent the past two days making some 300+ cookies for gift boxes going to friends and DH's coworkers.
The chocolate pinwheels and lemon drops turned out fine, but the raspberry pinwheels were an epic fail. (The raspberry jam just melted out the sides and burned onto the cookie sheet, making them not only tasteless but complete unpresentable.)
The mazurkas I made this morning -- meant to replace the raspberry pinwheels -- stubbornly refuse to cook through, despite being in the oven for almost twice as long as they needed to be. Gah!
There was a kangaroo on the side of the road just near the train station this morning which I wanted to get a pic of for you lot, but it hopped off before I could get the camera to turn on.
Not happy Jan!
I'm on the 12th day of some mutating disease that started out as bronchitis and has morphed to sinus crap. So desperate have I become to obtain relief (been through a cycle of antibiotics already - I could hear the offending viri and bacteria laughing inside my head), I bought a small tin of an herbal concoction from a friend of mine which she calls "sinus snuff". It is comprised of powdered bay leaf, cayenne, and two or three other kitchen herbs. She guaranteed it would cure me as long as I snorted it three to four times a day.
This stuff is mildly irritating to my sinuses when I snort it, but I can definitely say that so far, its working at least as well as the actual meds I've tried so far.
The other thing that's irritating me today is indigestion.
I know it's a natural progression as things continue to grow, but it's giving me the willies. I'm sick of eating chalk!
I'm mildly irritated by people in the secret santa thread not getting the point despite re-iteration, (BigV this especially applies to you, i like it better when you had me on ignore) but i don't want to hijack it any further so I'm going to rant here. My point is not that any sender would perceive the gift as lame (if they did they wouldn't deserve it anyway), but if you send a gift of the suggested value and then receive an awesome way-over-the-top gift, you might then perceive the gift you sent as lame in comparison and feel bad, a sentiment which was conveyed to me by one recipient last year. mmmmkay?
So are those of us who happen to disagree with you allowed to respond to the continuation of the argument in another thread then considering that obviously you don't seem to get the point despite re-iteration? Or do you get that $15 doesn't allow for international postage etc? Or that sometimes you might just see something that you think your giftee might really appreciate regardless of the value?
eta: for the record, the postage for my gift was $28 and it's not even large or heavy. That's just for some perspective.
I'm getting agift - I'm happy that someone cares enough to go through the trouble of getting me one - I don't care if its a $1.50 ornament. Its the thought that counts. I do understand what you are saying though Monster and I can relate.
Hackey McHackfuck two cubes down. For god's sake: ALL day, EVERY day, hacking her fool head off. I want to jam Robitussin down her throat. Why do noises bother me so much? THey do my dad too...he used to give me funny looks when I ate celery. I'm like "DAD, it's celery, I can't eat it quietly."
But seriously, her coughing up a lung all day is driving me bonkers.
And it's rainy and cold and I think I'm PMSing. :blush:
Well, add me to the list of the people irritating you today. *hack* *cough*
*nose-blowing*
Naah, this isn't "I have a cold" this is a way of life...I'm sure of it. I sympathize with sick people, and I really like this lady...but I've been here since what, Oct 20th, and every day I have had a moment where I'm thinking "oh please stop!"
Does anyone else get irritated by irritating noises, or can you pretty much shut them out?
*Every*sound* my brother ever made irritated me. Even his breathing.
Must be why we haven't spoken to each other in more than a decade.
Naah, this isn't "I have a cold" this is a way of life...I'm sure of it. I sympathize with sick people, and I really like this lady...but I've been here since what, Oct 20th, and every day I have had a moment where I'm thinking "oh please stop!"
Does anyone else get irritated by irritating noises, or can you pretty much shut them out?
Start one of
these up and drown her out.
I would never irritate you by coughing & blowing my nose.
[sits working diligently at his computer, absentmindedly clicking and clacking with his stapler.]
By definition, yes, I am irritated by irritating noises. I often find sounds made by other people to be irritating. I'm not nearly as bothered by machine. sounds (cooling fans, relays clicking, etc.)
People who can't just enjoy a half nekked woman who feels like sharing herself with the likes of us.
People who can't just enjoy a half nekked woman who feels like sharing herself with the likes of us.
I can't imagine that being a problem here on the cellar. Must be some folks elsewhere?
Start one of these up and drown her out.
SERENITY NOW.
Actually I've thought about getting a sound machine of some type because...
I would never irritate you by coughing & blowing my nose.
[sits working diligently at his computer, absentmindedly clicking and clacking with his stapler.]
By definition, yes, I am irritated by irritating noises. I often find sounds made by other people to be irritating. I'm not nearly as bothered by machine. sounds (cooling fans, relays clicking, etc.)
...ambient noises I get used to, and am often soothed by them. Clocks, fans, etc...don't bother me. Miss Numnuts sitting next to me clicking her pen in and out, cracking her knuckles, and slurping on a lollipop....ARGH (Miss Numnuts is a compilation of persons from staff meetings of old.)
Start one of these up and drown her out.
Cool site -- needs longer clips to be really useful. But the cat purrr had me pretty relaxed!
One of my little guys (4y.o.) told me he was mad at the cops. I asked why? He then describes the home invasion where officers Bacon and Cruellers hauled Dad off to prison. Yay for the drug war going multi-generational.
It's about 90 farenheit here at 9am...actually, it's not even 9am yet.
I know I like the warm weather, but just at the moment, I'd rather it wasn't so hot. :(
People who can't just enjoy a half nekked woman who feels like sharing herself with the likes of us.
This happened here? No way. Who was the offending party? I'll form a lynch mob.
My nose has turned into a faucet -- without a handle.
*snork* *honk*
My nose has turned into a faucet -- without a handle.
*snork* *honk*
Sorry to hear that, Pie. It's going around here too.
My scratchy, rusty, sore throat, and now a running nose, sneezing, headache, and coughing have left me feeling too tired and sick to go to the store and get some medicine. I should have gone when I felt well. :(
My monday night team doesn't realize it yet, but we have begun the death spiral.
I love everyone on the team and we are really good together, but the implosion is coming soon. I've been here before and I know how it ends. I've seen it four times now actually. Rufus (not his real name) and I are an absolutely perfect pairing. When we are on our game together teams just plain can't score on us. We have a very similar style and intuitively know what the other is going to do. If I move up he drops in and vice versa. When we're on, we actually play with no defensive backline at all. I'll play last man with him a few paces off and up and we'll still squeeze the other team out.
Unfortunately he has a temper. and a certain crybabyness. and it is infectious. It is usually in check and presents no problems. Once it pops up though it grows by leaps and bounds and while no one is looking it infects the rest of the team. I also have a temper. I work very hard to keep it in check and am successful 99.7% of the time while playing this game I enjoy. Unfortunately I'm usually the first one infected when Rufus hits the point of no return. I'm not going to let it happen to me this time around, but it will inevitably take this team down.
eh, it's time for a change anyway. probably.
Oh, nuttin'...(sighs and kicks dirt around.)
lol!
Alright Shaw, spill it.
Heeeheeee, I was trying an inside joke. I failed miserably.
Nothing to see here folks, move along, nothing to see here.
yeah, didn't you see the pics?
Yeah, didn't you? :rolleyes:
the following is a letter I sent out today. i'm not sure if it is irritating or upsetting, but i know it doesn't make me feel good.
Dear Mr and Mrs __________,
Thank you for responding to my follow up call. I really do appreciate the compliments that you paid me in speaking about the investments that we selected for you when we first began working together. I also appreciate how much you trust and value my advice and credit it with keeping you secure in these tumultuous times.
There are some issues that I feel I must address to ensure we're all on the same page. While I'm glad you're satisfied with the quality of the investments we chose together I feel it necessary to remind you that choosing those investments was only meant to be step one of an ongoing shift in your portfolio. Immediately following the purchase of _______, we had agreed to liquidate _______ and place the proceeds in a more secure income producing investment, ________ specifically. You chose not to do that even though I advised you to do so on twelve separate dates in the last 36 months.
The result of only putting one part of the plan into action was an imbalanced portfolio not prepared for the economic downturn I spoke to you about in the spring and summer of 2007. On _________, 2007 I called an urgent meeting with you in which I outlined the dangers we were facing and asked you to take immediate action. Specifically I asked you to __________________ and ________________. You said you would think about it and get back to me. I reiterated my concerns in a letter dated __________.
2008 has been a brutal year for all investors but you have been hit especially hard due to your portfolio imbalance. When you contacted me last week concerned with your losses I cleared my calendar so we could meet. The plan I previously created no longer works because your losses have been too great. I did, however, present a new plan that does address the known issues and prepares us for the unknown events of the the next several years. When you left my office, I felt confident we were finally on the same page and prepared to move forward with a sensible approach for your portfolio and estate.
I must confess your phone call today caught me completely offguard. While I appreciate the confidence you've placed in me I must admit I'm baffled. If you trust my judgement why have you chosen to ignore every single change I've asked you to make? I'm glad you are happy with the investments I purchased for you when we first began working together, but ignoring my advice about them now reminds me of the man who took his car to the mechanic. He told the mechanic his car wouldn't stop when he pressed the brake pedal. The mechanic inspected the car and declared the solution was to replace the brake pads. The man smiled and thanked the mechanic for his help but announced he still had faith in the previous set of brakepads the mechanic had sold him and drove away. Surely you understand my point in this silly story.
I genuinely value you as a client and enjoy the time we have worked together, but if you insist on ignoring all that I say I see no point in continuing our business relationship. You are paying me for advice you don't follow. The choice is simple: either follow my recommendations or quit paying me.
Please call me immediately to discuss your decision. If I do not hear from you within thirty days from the date of this letter, let this be notice that I will no longer be servicing your account and will not be morally or legally responsible for the performance of your investments.
Sincerely,
Lookout
I think you have a really tough job!
Good letter, too.
Excellent letter, I'd have recommended a few tiny changes in the spots where you slightly tip your hand and reveal how immensely annoyed you are.
I think the positive side of the letter is that where you seem to take these things personally indicates the depth of your interest in protecting their investments.
It's hard to do your job when you are hobbled.
Let it go, they don't seem to care about their $ as much as you.
the forecast temp for today is 37 degrees celcius which converts to almost 100 F.
That's pretty bloody hot when you combine it with about 85% humidity.
And, as I recall, that weather's not an awful lot of fun for pregnant women. (Mrs. Dallas was in the final stages of her first pregnancy in the summer of 1995, which was especially hot and muggy.)
No, it sux. I work up a sweat just going from the aircon in the loungeroom to the bathroom which I leave the door closed on so it's hot. :( To add to that, I've had to do lots of stupid little jobs today including defrosting the fridge out the back, which I thought would be cooler anyway, but as it turns out, the heat out there just made the fridge get hot faster, so all benefit of standing in front of a cool fridge was lost!
So far it hasn't reached astronomical heights though, so here's hoping it doesn't.
I think that letter's brilliant, Lookout. Bet it was a bitch to write though :P
Ali *hugs* ...actually no, you probably wouldn't appreciate a hug just now. Here *passes across a big vat of icecream and an industrial sized fan*
chantix makes me a little nauseous
I'm not sure what the point is. I should just bash myself in the head with a hammer. That would make me quit too.:bonk:
Well there's some good news Dana.
For the last couple of days we've had the most brilliant south easterly blowing which (because we live 100 metres from the water and on the eastern seaboard) has blown away the humidity and made everything seem fresh.
It's very pleasant even though the actual temp has still been fairly high. :)
So today is the first day of a week long vacation for me. Yay! But last night, I got a message on my blackberry that the powers that be want to handle invoices differently for the end of the year this year. I'm the only one who knows how to work with the invoices I do, so I get to come in to work on the first day of my vacation to take care of this crap. It would have been nice if they told me yesterday, or Monday even. I hope to be out of here in an hour or so. (I'm only posting here as I wait for each individual invoice to print out.)
Memo: Somebody needs to talk to glatt about his TPS reports...
Mildly irritating?
I've waited my whole life for it to snow in my hometown on Christmas.
We have passed the 1890's record for snow in the valley.
Even though I have appreciated the neighbors snowman, another neighbor shoveling the snow drifts away from the cars I have not appreciated my dry and creaky frame. I have not appreciated how cars bob and weave on the packed snow like little ships on choppy water. I did not appreciate chisling my car out of a foot of ice and snow.The stores are out of chains,and the city doesn't own enough snowplows.
Maybe the snow gods took every single valley childs wish of snow and dropped it here in one huge wish fulfilment episode without giving us a handbook to know how the rest of you all actually deal with the snow. If they were ever listening to me whine about the lack of snow on Christmas then they are about 30 years too late. :( and it's punching me right in the small of my back.
You in New England, sky? Or Washington state? Louisiana?
;)
Out west! ooh I wish I lived in New England and what do you mean .NE gets lots of snow eh?
In my opinion Washington state is more rural that Oregon. Except for Seattle which in my opinion is the only hub of human existence I can think of gets more snow than we do. In fact the more north one goes the more snow. Don't ya think Everet Wa is just so quaint. If it weren't so blasted cold in Washington I might consider to move there one day but I ever go north I just might go all the way into Canada. ......nah
so off rant....
No I am located in the lull between warm weather and northern hemispheres where it rains 8 months out of the year....yada yada..
sorry, need more coffee.
In my opinion Washington state is more rural that Oregon.
You haven't been to Boardman, eh? :haha:
yabut....On the Columbia gorge highway. Should be labeled an event to be on highway 84 so near someplace people actually travel to go see PLUS it is so close to Washington as not to be a good example on both accounts.
So what was so evil about Boardman then?
I say if you want to see hell in Oregon go to Garibaldi. If you want to feel as if primordial slime can rise from the fog and moss at any moment then go to Myrtle Point. There are some places on earth people should avoid at all costs. I don't believe Boardman can measure up there sir.
Boardman's not evil, just rural... a blip in the middle of nowhere. The power plant, the railroad siding for loading locally grown veggies, and a circle K.
Oh, and the Navy bombing range... that the power plant driveway passes through. :unsure:
ah the loyal Circle K. Not so bad then!;)
at least you could get a chili dog.
ah, your edit answered my unasked question. I was wondering which of those three fine establishments you were involved with...now I know.
Now it's really getting interesting.
'Driving through the power plant - avoiding bombs- eating chili dogs.'
I don't think you can get to that level of excitement with my examples.
Irritating in a literal sense:
With Mum & Dad away, I get to keep the house at the temperature I like. About 15 degrees. However, I wake up later than they would - about 09.00 as opposed to about 07.00.
This means that instead of the warm house I usually get up to, it's damned chilly. So far, so acceptable. But in truth, Diz wakes up about the same time as my parents. He expects to find the bedroom door open so he can go and sleep on the storage heater (which is on a timer, unlike the central heatin). It's not open, so he comes back to snuggle with me.
So I keep waking up with a tickly nose, because he wants to sleep cheek to cheek. Add that to the chillier house, and I now have dry skin coating my nose. Damn. How am I supposed to save the planet and lower my parents' heating bill with a heat-seeking cat and a flaky nose!
[FTR I love to wake up with Diz in my arms - how he insinuates himself there is a mystery though]
Mildly irritating? The "Check Engine" light on my 2001 Kia Sephia came on today.
That light is designed to make you go to your nearest dealer, pronto, and have it checked out. For a price. I suggest black electrical tape.[/conspiracytheorythatistrue]
I ran a fever all last night, my throat hurts and my voice is leaving me. I tried to get me detailed schedule for my classes, we have 3 fucking IDs/PW for our online site, and I can't get the ID for the one I need. I know I'm using the one that has worked in the past, no fucking luck. And the "Forgot Pin" link, does nothing. "Help" has no link to retrieve THAT ID and P/W, and when I look for another way to get to my schedule, thats a dud too b/c "Help" tells me to go to the "Calander" link, there is no fucking Calander link that is personalized. I just need to know what rooms my classes are in! Ugh, I just want to go back home and lie down.
Oh and my ID for the online toll-tag site isn't working either, I KNOW that one is right, I have it in my email.
They have finally banned you. :lol2:
Got called into work an hour early today, because of some kind of "Supervisors Meeting."
I am worried that they have found a way to outsource my job.
Of course this could just be an after-action meeting about a suicide attempt on the unit last week. When stuff like that happens, blame needs to be assigned and a knee jerk reaction that just makes everyone's job more difficult rather than improving safety put into policy.
One never knows. Emergency meetings are rare at the nuthouse, especially since Interdepartmental (that would be a meeting of all the supervisors) is on Wednesdays.
Hmm. Good luck with Wolf. Hope all's ok.
What's mildly irritating me today is that I thought my student finance cheque was due in my bank today...turns out I was wrong it's due in next monday! I am £1.24 away from my overdraft limit!
Fortunately J got his student finance this week, so he's lending me a hundred squids.* Yey for good friends!
[eta] * hundred squids = hundred quid = £100
The USPS is raising rates
again.
::stamps feet, raises fist, starts to shout then looks down at feet and says, "Well, at least that sort of stamping doesn't cost more.":: Not a lot you can do about the shipping rates, but they long ago gave up putting actual values on the stamps, they're just "first-class stamps." So if you buy a bunch of envelope stamps today, they will still be good when the rates go up in May.
What about that "forever stamp"? will they be doing that again?
The 2 year old girl still sleeps with her Ocean Wonders Aquarium propped up in her twin bed... she loves it... and the motor finally died...
The logical thing would be to let her tough it out... she is old enough to move past a crib toy... or we could cave and buy another one... but unfortunatly... they've been discontinued as Fisher Price is moving from the ocean wonder's theme to the rainforset.... fuck. Meanwhile our 2 year old is shreaking because her fish won't swim anymore.
Do you mean like this one?
ebayDoesn't Flint have a
box of motors? Just fix the damn thing.;)
Do you mean like this one? ebay
No the one I'm talking about is no longer availible... that is a later model. The one we have the fish circle around from front to back. I did find one on ebay for $12... the shipping is aldo $12... which is about what we paid for a new one... I just can't pay that for a used one... call me cheap
I know exactly which one you are talking about Pooka. Lil Lookout had that one. Actually two but they never worked right and we finally gave up and got a different one.
First Class stamps are still Forever Stamps. Go buy a bunch.
DH is a mail carrier, so when you spend all that money, you can think of me. :) Seriously though, we wish the USPS would just stop Saturday delivery. That would make more sense, and make MY life easier too!
The system is locked up on one student and it's keeping my process hung up. No one has any idea how long it will take to fix...so I'm dead in the water right now, as are many other offices including bursars.
The campus police are here because one of our crazies who was banned from campus is back harrassing (sp?) one of my cow orkers.
The sleet is coming down...so the drive home after this day which will end up seeming terribly long will be very slow.
Or, maybe they'll shut down early. Wishful thinking.
PayPal. Their customer service sucks.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Reports showing the interstate is CLOSED on my way home. grumble grumble...gonna have to take another route, like every other monkey out there.
The OSP should hand out ganja on days like this.
Eff it...if the roads are bad in the a.m. I'm taking a personal day.
All that cold you folks have had out west is coming here. It won't be above freezing for the next seven days. Griff don't go outside on Friday or Saturday night. Stockpile yer heatin' wood, you'll probably be like -10. (That's -23 for our Celsius loving friends.)
I hate the cold. It will be warmer here in Virginia. We'll be at +5 at night, and will make it up to the teens during the day. Brr.
This is the time of year that
my walking commute isn't quite as much fun.
Hey, this reminds me. Did you make the complaint about people driving on the walkway yet?
I don't see the walkway in the last photo do I?
(I hope I have the right cellarite here) ;) My memory is shotty at best.
Yeah, that was me. I made the complaint, and they didn't install any barricades or anything like that, but I haven't seen anyone doing it either, so they must have put out a memo or something.
In the commute pics, the sidewalk segment was just behind me when I took picture 6.
All that cold you folks have had out west is coming here. It won't be above freezing for the next seven days. Griff don't go outside on Friday or Saturday night. Stockpile yer heatin' wood, you'll probably be like -10. (That's -23 for our Celsius loving friends.)
It's +6 here at present but the sun is about to drop outa the sky. I just dug the door out on the goat shed, everybody is tucked in. It continues to be dogs inside weather.
I hate the cold. It will be warmer here in Virginia. We'll be at +5 at night, and will make it up to the teens during the day. Brr.
This is the time of year that my walking commute isn't quite as much fun.
Beautiful pics. Now show us some snow!
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
- 20 this morning, wind chill hovering -40. Fueled by oatmeal, my right eyelashes crusted and froze over on the 3/4 mile walk into work. Same tomorrow, they say.
Chances are no school here tomorrow, wind chill taking temps below -20F. it's not upsetting me, actually, though. I could do with a day off and so could the kids. they're peeved, though -Friday is their favorite day.
It's pretty hot here today. Supposed to get up close to 100F.
Can anyone send me a load of snow please?
- 20 this morning, wind chill hovering -40.
Damn. That's cold.
Yah, you people are a special breed doing that -40 nonsense.
What's mildly irritating me today is a bunch of shit-headed, self-congratulatory dickwads mucking around and being all smug-like.
I wanna cow-punch 'em. But, that'd be vigilante justice, which, I've just decided is probably wrong.
Damn higher education. I was happier when I could just make a shiv and shank a dude.
Oh no, being a vigilante is a good thing!
Go ahead and do it, and don't forget to record it on your cell phone then post it on the internet! ;)
Oh no, being a vigilante is a good thing!
That was the discussion today in my testosterone-y class American Outlaws (all dudes, of course). While we decided we
understood vigilantism, we decided lynching people on the spot for mere property theft was a bit...shall we say,
harsh.Well I suppose it depends what and how much property they stole right? But then again, I don't think I'd lynch someone for that. I'd be pretty pissed off though.
I would go vigilante is anyone ever interfered with my kids though. Without even a second thought. With premeditation even.
yeah, with kids I agree.
In this book we read (which was tedious beyond belief) they hung ya fer rustlin' cattle. Then they spit their terbaccy at yas dead corpse. God, it was boring.
I totally forgot to mention that no one is hanging Bernie Madoff...and he stole a shit lot more than cattle. maybe we SHOULD bring vigilantism into his situation...
Did you ever read 'Blood Meridian'? I had to read that for an American Lit course I took at Uni. Now that book had some wild west justice in it.
Cute guy in my lit class.
Lovely blue eyes, wonderful poetic insight, nice smile.
But I'm old enough to be his mom, and I'm married. Not supposed to notice these things, or care. :(
I do.
Cute guy in my lit class.
Lovely blue eyes, wonderful poetic insight, nice smile.
But I'm old enough to be his mom, and I'm married. Not supposed to notice these things, or care. :(
I do.
Oh, sweetie! you're allowed to LOOK! (Just don't touch---at least, not where anyone can see it)
MY problem is not the young ones (somehow, they all remind me of my sons) it's the older men I have a sweet tooth for. You should see on of my new profs---soooooo cute!! But young (like the Yorkshireman) and he really doesn't do much for me. He DOES have purty blue eyes though.
Man, I'm a wench.
-11 temps this morning. Metra is running 15 to 40 minutes late, and the station was already packed wall to wall when I got there. I waited about 10 minutes and then gave up. Working from home.
car won't start coz it's too cold out.
Dammit. I really wanted a Big Mac...
It's -14 here and my living room heater don't work BRRRRRRRR!!!
I need to leave here right at 1pm today, and naturally, there's a deal brewing, and the slowest mook out there has it......I just know I'm going to get this deal at 12:45 and be stuck here until 1:30 fucking around with it.
I have something important to be about.
cock
What's annoying me? Some people just don't know how to cut to the chase. Like (hypothetically speaking speaking) if somebody calls up and says his email isn't working, and I ask what happens when he tries to check his email. I don't ask where he bought the computer, how long he's had it, whether he likes it, or why he really wants his email to be working before this afternoon. But I find out anyway, all before I find out what his email was actually doing.
What's annoying me? Some people just don't know how to cut to the chase. Like (hypothetically speaking speaking) if somebody calls up and says his email isn't working, and I ask what happens when he tries to check his email. I don't ask where he bought the computer, how long he's had it, whether he likes it, or why he really wants his email to be working before this afternoon. But I find out anyway, all before I find out what his email was actually doing.
You'll have to work on your 'butt-in' skills.
You'll have to work on your 'butt-in' skills.
Yes but see, we are Customer Oriented. We show Concern at the Customer's Problems. Because IT has such a long reputation as antisocial, insensitive clods, we have to bend over backwards to prove that we are able to be nice to people who, apparently, haven't been taught to be nice back.
All of which constrains me from yelling "Will you shut the hell up and answer the question I actually ASKED you??" when my polite efforts along the lines of "Uh-huh. That's nice... tell me again what the error was it gave you when you tried to download your mail?" failed miserably.
Yes but see, we are Customer Oriented. We show Concern at the Customer's Problems. Because IT has such a long reputation as antisocial, insensitive clods, we have to bend over backwards to prove that we are able to be nice to people who, apparently, haven't been taught to be nice back.
All of which constrains me from yelling "Will you shut the hell up and answer the question I actually ASKED you??" when my polite efforts along the lines of "Uh-huh. That's nice... tell me again what the error was it gave you when you tried to download your mail?" failed miserably.
Maybe they are just relieved your not the automated menu anymore.
Try speaking with an Indian accent. :haha:
I need to leave here right at 1pm today, and naturally, there's a deal brewing, and the slowest mook out there has it......I just know I'm going to get this deal at 12:45 and be stuck here until 1:30 fucking around with it.
I have something important to be about.
cock
Figures. :D
C'mon!! Already! Get the deal done!
He's a man that has to be about being, teh ghey...lol j/k
They always hold him up at the last minute, huh?
:)
He's out there jack hammering the living room floor. It's very loud, so loud that I almost can't hear the chattering and shattering of my own teeth. Hopefully the noisy work will be done today. If not... no, let's not go there. :(
suburbia, neighbours...pet confrontation n now doof doof music being doofed so loud its distorted n the bass sounds crap.
weak coffee. blurgh.
[4 year old]That's just
nasty![/inner city kid]
I heard this three or four times this week, funny and fits.
The weather is crap. It may rain.
I think I have an ACL that's going...going...
...soon to be gone. Hurts kinda like a little beeeytoch.
We have a blocked drain out the back. It's the one my washing machine runs into and the shower connected to the boys room. I suspect it's blocked with a combination of lint from the washer, mud and sludge from the boys playing at a place they like to call 'stingray island' which is really just a mudflat they go to in order to get filthy, and possibly tree roots in the rubble pit this particular drain runs into.
It there's no tree roots involved, hopefully it should be an easy fix, but if there's tree roots, we're going to have to redig the whole pit and start over, which means lifting up pavers and then repaving at the end.
Suckful!
Grimbley has been brawling with other cats who think they are invincible, noisey trip to the Vets later....he has an early abscess, which means he's being a typical boy and acting like he is about to die.
Antibiotics, pain relief and he should be good, otherwise in for x-rays in a couple of days.
...which means he's being a typical boy and acting like he is about to die.
Hey, hey, hey, it hurts damn it. Lets have a little understanding and sympathy here... and tuna. :haha:
We have a blocked drain out the back.
If it's just roots in a drainpipe, wouldn't roto rooter do it?
not if they came in through the side and damaged the pipe.
I don't suspect roots in the drain itself but in the rubble pit the pipe empties into. That's about a cubic metre of soil that's been removed and then filled with large rubble and then smaller at the top and finally a layer of soil, and in our case, then pavers. This pit drains into a trench. It's basically only got shower water and washing machine water going into it, what we call grey water over here, so it just breaks down in the soil.
Anyway, I've got some guys with cameras and stuff coming later on today to have a look and see what they can see.
The thing that's irritating me today is the headache I've had since I went to bed last night. It's still with me. :(
On my way to work, a piece of crap (ice? gravel? loose pavement?) hit my windshield and left a nice crack almost from top to bottom down the middle of the glass.
The shriveled and snarly dyke behind the counter in the guns and ammo section of Academy.
I told you what I need, bitch, I need steel shot; i.e., little metal balls made of steel, and not lead. Your skeptical questioning of what do I need it for was irritating enough, but to then instead direct me to an entirely different product (which turned out to be strips of lead that can be torn into chunks of various sizes, how convenient!) with the vague assertion that I'll 'find what I need in that blue bucket over there' was downright galling. No, thank you for the passive-aggressive suggestion, but I really just need some steel shot. I should have known better, but I followed your craggy liver-spotted finger as it pointed me next to aisle three, which you again asserted would contain what I asked for. No, that had big ol' fishing lure weights, which are not only not the shot pellets I asked for, they are made of fucking lead. Apparently not one shred of guilt seeped its way through your moss-riddled brain as you saw the consternation on my face, and you chose to oh so helpfully ask me, "Have you tried Hobby Lobby?"
No, you fucking whore, because I don't think a goddamn crafts store is more likely to have a basic ammunition product than the goddamn ammunition section of a sports and hunting store. I'm sorry that you seem to be offended that I might use your precious ammo for something other than punching holes in things, but last I checked it doesn't come with a fucking EULA. You may have finally noticed my clenched teeth as I repeated, again, "No, look, I really just need a box of BBs. That's what I need. Just a plain box of BBs."
You could not have been more disgusted as you shrugged, "Well, I guess you could try those," and pointed me to--oh rapture!--a shelf with various sizes of metal shot on it. And hey look! Right there in front is one that advertises it is copper-coated steel, contains no lead. Thank you so very much.
whoa, tiger! :lol: perhaps you should have promised to try the hole-punching thing on her?
The shriveled and snarly dyke behind the counter in the guns and ammo section of Academy.
But it's your fault you see. You assumed just because she worked there she knew jack shit about what she was selling. Obviously she didn't know jack or any of his relatives.:haha:
Anyway, I've got some guys with cameras and stuff coming later on today to have a look and see what they can see.
Here's an idea to freak them out.
When the guys with cameras turn up be dressed so as to be obviously pregnant and tell them that you're Ob/Gyn is very concerned and needs good images straight away, and calling them was faster than calling the clinic...
:lol: at Clod & Zen
I have irritation of the back door today.
You can read on if you like.
I finished off the corn bread that I accidentally made too spicy for my Mum to enjoy. It was a genuine mistake - I like it when she eats my cooking and a whole pan of cornbread is way too much for me. A whole pan of spicy cornbread is way too much for my system too. My bumhole is very tender, and I daren't fart. It's like Oxtail Soup I tell you. Except ouchier.
AND it's my special evening out tonight.
It won't spoil it of course, but I'd have been happier not having to worry about where all the toilets are.
Remember that cracked windshield?
I filed a claim on my insurance company's web site last night. Today they left a message asking me to call.
When I called the number, it was the company that coordinates auto glass replacements for my insurance company. They didn't have any record of a claim being submitted on my policy, and the woman who called and left a message did give a reference #.
Here's an idea to freak them out.
When the guys with cameras turn up be dressed so as to be obviously pregnant and tell them that you're Ob/Gyn is very concerned and needs good images straight away, and calling them was faster than calling the clinic...
OK, first off, it doesn't matter how I dress lately, I still look obviously pregnant. lol Secondly, they didn't make it yesterday, so hopefully today although I have an appointment to take my kids and their mates to a skate park this morning, so I hope it's in the arvo.
I'm really hungry and I don't get off work for a full hour! All I had for breakfast was a Granola bar, which isn't unusual, but I do usually wash it down with soy milk (I did end up switching jinx), and today I forgot my milk. In fact I forgot my breakfast entirely and wouldn't have had anything if it weren't for my reserve bar in my purse.
We do have a vending machine, but that just seems like such a waste, and I don't want to eat at my desk...blah blah blah whine.
"GRRR" says my tummy about it.
Oh and you-know-who is bugging me.
Wednesday:
Me: Hey, we're moving our spiffed-up web site to an off-site host. We need to redirect www.ourplace.edu to the hostingplace.com server. We're cutting over on Saturday. Can we schedule that?
Tech support at my ISP: Sorry, we don't schedule stuff like that in advance. Just call back on Saturday and give us an hour's notice.
Saturday:
Me: Hi, I need www.ourplace.edu to change over so it points to hostingplace.com.
ISP: OK, that's cool. I've written it all up in a ticket with excruciating thoroughness and read it back to you. You have verified that everything is correct and we both agree that this will be just fine after I submit the ticket and somebody takes care of it.
Couple hours later: I note voice mail on my cell phone. (Which is taken apart in an effort to dry it out from being dropped in water. Please don't ask.)
"Yeah, can you call us back? We got the ticket but we're kind of confused."
Me: [calls back] Hi, you said you had questions.
ISP: Yeah, it says, you want to change www.ourplace.edu.
Me: Yeah, we're replacing it with a CNAME.
ISP: So you want www.ourplace.edu to point to a CNAME?
Me: Yeah, that's right.
ISP: OK, I see here in the ticket where it says you want ourplace.edu to point to a CNAME. Where should it point?
Me: hostingplace.com. It should be in the ticket.
ISP: Oh yeah, there it is. OK. I'll take care of it.
30 mins later:
www.ourplace.edu has been redirected to hostingplace.com.ourplace.edu. :smack: :comp1:
[For those of the IT geek persuasion, no, I don't run my own DNS server on site. It's never seemed like it was worth the trouble. But now . . . bleah.]
I don't know what any of that meant, but I do want to hear about the moist cell phone :D.
My neck is killing me today. We did a 3 hour practice ride yesterday for our snowmobile trip in a few weeks. Who knew snowmobile helmets were that heavy??? I think I get why football players all have such thick necks...
lol! Poor sleeve. I am sorry that the story is funny...Maybe we can laugh later?
Maybe we can laugh later?
Later? Go ahead & laugh all you want to now. I won't be offended!
Well, I was changing the filter in our humidifier, and I managed to let the phone fall out of my pocket into the water. I grabbed it out as quickly as possible and pulled the battery, but it's not working right. It boots up, but several of the buttons (including the "on/off"!) won't work. I spent some quality time using a shop vac on it last night, and I left it in a baggie with a packet of silica gel overnight. If it doesn't fix it I guess I'm going to disassemble it tonight and see what I can do.
My research indicates that the heat makes this a bad idea. (Then again, why should I believe what I read on the Internet?)
Similar to the silica gel, I've heard that rice will do the same thing.
My friend the other day spilled water all over his laptop....Immediately took a hairdryer to it, and powered it up....He did not even let it dry. I guess if you do it a certain way it helps. It powered right up after that and it worked fine. I was surprised that he hastily turned the thing on again, and I was surprised that it functioned as normal. It was a massive spill and despite my warnings about using a hairdryer and turning it on so quickly.....It worked like a charm. I couldn't believe it.
Of course I am not really recommending it...just a story. :)
My research indicates that the heat makes this a bad idea. (Then again, why should I believe what I read on the Internet?)
Put it in the oven on as low as possible - I know of 2 cases where this worked. We were just talking about this in another thread a month or 2 ago.
I can only turn my head a few degrees to the right and not at all to the left without excruciating pain. it's not like there is a fun story that ended with my injury, i just woke up like this. total suckage.
bachelorhood sucks balls.
no one to pick up your dirty socks off the floor?
or . . . you know, actually suck your balls? (tries to figure out what's wrong with sucking balls) ???
I can only turn my head a few degrees to the right and not at all to the left without excruciating pain. it's not like there is a fun story that ended with my injury, i just woke up like this. total suckage.
Dude, you missed a great chance to make up a totally cool story.
An old friend from college chatted at me on Facebook last night. We talked about this & that. I had complained about problems with my little web site transition. He said he had put up a web page for his church a while back, but now Google was claiming it was a dangerous web page and he couldn't figure out why.
I logged in to one of my Linux boxes and did a wget on it so I could look at the code without actually visiting the page--AVG was blocking it for me as well. It turned out an iFrame exploit had gotten stuck into it. So, I pasted that bit into the chat and said, here, that's what you need to get rid of.
But now the code was in the chat window and AVG kept telling me Facebook was infected. Real smooth move there.
hmmm, where did I leave my babblefish now?
Dude, you missed a great chance to make up a totally cool story.
Well, the extended story is really pathetic. When Lil Lookout was about 18 months old I was laying on the floor and he decided to jump off the couch and landed with both heels right between my shoulder blades. I've had sporadic neck and back problems ever since. It's been more than a year since it was this bad though. I've been to the chiro, had two massages, and get acupuncture in the morning. It usually takes about two weeks to return to normal.
Must be something in the air...my knee has decided to revert back to 1984.
Not fun walking on ice and snow. :worried: Puts a real wrench in my doing steps at lunch and break. grrrrr
Wow. I wish my knees were 25 years younger. Well, 15 anyway.
Lookout, its time for a MRI. Sounds like a disc problem that is probably impinging on a nerve.
Not my knee in 1984...;) Nothing to do with Orwell or anything.
My tummy has been hurting for two days now, crampy burping stitch-in-the-side hurting. No other symptoms. :yeldead:
Perhaps you have intestinal worms.
Witchetty grubs with teefs!
Hang on, don't worms itch your backside as they poke out at night for food?
Or was that just something my Mum said to gross me out when trying to get me to take Pripsen (the most DISGUSTING taste in the world evar).
I know the leg ones can be tempted out with bacon - but I doubt they cause crampy, burpy stitches...
Insomnia. :(
Perhaps you have intestinal worms.
nuns tits, priests balls and bloody fucking ants
It boots up, but several of the buttons (including the "on/off"!) won't work. I spent some quality time using a shop vac on it last night, and I left it in a baggie with a packet of silica gel overnight. If it doesn't fix it I guess I'm going to disassemble it tonight and see what I can do.
Idisassembled the phone last night. It didn't help--I wasn't able to find any unevaporated pockets of moisture or anything. Oh, well.
Insomnia. :(
Then why weren't you in chat? You better go back and read your Cellar EULA.
foot is right I am afraid.........I was there at midnight your time, where were you? lol!
foot is right I am afraid.........I was there at midnight your time, where were you? lol!
At that point, I had not yet given up the effort.
What about the Zillow on your pillow?
boredom and procrastination.
I got bitten by a march fly while at the beach with Dazza digging yabbies yesterday arvo, and it's turned into a big swollen itchy lump, and when I say lump it's about 5cm in diametre. That's not a bad effort for one fly (which I couldn't see on my shin because of my stomach. Bad baby!)
nuns tits, priests balls and bloody fucking ants
This calls for an explanation.
:eyebrow:
I got bitten by a march fly while at the beach with Dazza digging yabbies yesterday arvo,
And this calls for a translation :lol:
march fly is a horse fly. You know those big ones that sting when they bite? Yabbies are like miniature crayfish which people use for bait. You suck them out of the sand with a pump.
Invisible mode didn't work for me. I thought if it appeared as if I weren't at the cellar, it would be the same as if I actually weren't at the cellar.
Did not get near enough work done this week.
Maybe we should join together and request banning.
My productivity has been a little low.
I have to work today, on Sunday. Will miss my nieces and the rest of my family...whose love would come in very handy today.
Eh, I volunteered for our state association's yearly event to help people fill out their FAFSA, at my old place of employment. If my best friend weren't program organizer, I might have skirted my responsibility.
You're doing a good deed and just may enjoy yourself. :cool:
Maybe we should join together and request banning.
My productivity has been a little low.
me three *sigh*
Will miss my nieces and the rest of my family...whose love would come in very handy today.
Aw, shawnee, I'm sorry that you seem so down recently. I hope you see an upward turn soon :)
Thanks guys.
@ Griff: I did enjoy myself. As much as I can't stand humans, I'm good at what I do and people loved me and were very appreciative of all our efforts. ;)
@ monster: thanks hon. This too shall pass. Perhaps I'm having a mid-life crisis? I'm getting all self-examiny. I don't like it much.
I'm not going to cry on VD threads anymore!
Just an update, I got home and he's not here, but he didn't take any of his stuff with him either. I hope he's planning to stay at his sister's house tonight.
My note was thrown off to the sink, and the pen was in the cat dish. And I'm trying to read these things and figure out if he got that I meant it.
With the help of my support here, I feel strong about holding my ground.
This too shall pass...
You might consider changing the locks.
He doesn't have a key. That's one thing I "never got around to."
So, if he does come here later what do I do? Tell him to take his (probably) drunk ass elsewhere? I don't know if I can do that. For the record one of us always takes the couch...so that's not an issue.
Every car door I hear...
Bag his stuff and put it in the front yard/on the sidewalk.
Yeah...so he tried to come home tonight..I told him it was a no go.
He blamed me for everything...I told him he had to go.
He threatened my life...I told him I'm not afraid of him
He left...not without telling me how much I suck. Not a problem I know I don't.
I'm proud of myself. I did it. I'm not sad I feel elevated.
:)
As well you should, you're in charge of your life, and you win.:cheerldr:
Great job, Shawnee!
You're FREE!!!!!
Congratulations, girl!
I keep going back and forth from feeling great to crying...it's like fast-cycling manic depression.
It will pass.
Thanks for the kind words! :)
I think what you did is probably best for HG, also, though it might take him a while to realize that.
I know. The guy may never grow up but I wasn't helping him there, either.
I keep going back and forth from feeling great to crying...it's like fast-cycling manic depression.
I'm not surprised. Emotions can be that way. But the good thing is you know on an rational and intellectual level that you made the right decision and things will be better now. Even if it's painful now at times.
Bloody well done Shawnee. It was never going to be an easy thing to do, and it was always going to come down to this.
He had nothing to say about anything that transpired between me and him...so he drug up my marriage as a way to point out how much I suck. wtf? Ancient history and irrelevant much?
Rats...now there's some anger creeping in. I'm going to get nothing done today.
The hurt will pass Shawnee. Look at it this way, the worst is over.
I assume he took his stuff, right?
Back to me, anyway.
Once again, taking the thread title literally - my system is very unhappy at my fruit lunch.
I had fruit for lunch every day for about 4 months a while back and it was fine (or was there a period of alarm that I haven't remembered?). But this is sucky. It's grumbling and mumbling and giving me off tweaks here and there. I'll have to bring it into line. Fruit for lunch every day!
Lie - am out of money til Thursday so I'll be having stuff from the freezer and cupboard. But after Thursday, belly had better learn that brain is in charge these days!
Way to go, Shawnee!
He threatened my life...I told him I'm not afraid of him
Just to be on the safe side, could you perhaps ask the cops for a neighborhood patrol for a few days? Or at least let them know what's going on. Better to have it on record that he already threatened you once, if they catch him prowling around or something.
He's all talk. I really don't believe he would ever hurt me physically, but I'll have my phone at the ready just in case. I won't go through that again, I'd kill him first.
I'm feeling sick. :(
bag up his stuff and get it out of there. you did good.
I'm feeling sick.
It will pass. Tattoo it backwards on your forehead, so you can see it in the mirror. You know you did the right thing, and it will get easier as time passes. In the meantime, enjoy your steak!!
Thanks! :)
I luvz you guys!
Two unassociated analysts I've known and followed for years have each reiterated their belief we won't see any meaningful recovery until late 2011-early 2012. I like these guys because they've always been cautious and don't jump on bandwagons.
A third has continued his statements warning about a swift change/collapse in our currency. effectively the US filing BK on our national debt.
:(
On the upside my lunch was really good.
A third has continued his statements warning about a swift change/collapse in our currency. effectively the US filing BK on our national debt.
What practical applications would this have on daily life? All imports more expensive, but domestic items still relatively affordable? Or would we start paying $30 for a loaf of bread?
You had lunch at Burger King?
Shawnee-
I'd keep an eye out for him Shaw but I wouldn't be too nervous. Like you said, he didn't love you, and you didn't love him. If I were you, I'd stop talking to him entirely for awhile. When the cell rings, don't answer it.
Your marriage has nothing to do with it. He's just trying to hit you with anything he can, don't let it effect you.
Once again, I am proud of you!! :)
Thanks hon...
It freaking hurts.
I wish...never mind. :(
What is it Shawnee? :)
My pm box works if you need it. Oh and I also just got msn messenger. ;)
What practical applications would this have on daily life? All imports more expensive, but domestic items still relatively affordable? Or would we start paying $30 for a loaf of bread?
Well that depends. Do we have the infrastructure to be independent for some time? Is our military strong enough to take on some very pissed off countries who currently hold our debt?
There really is no answer because while possible, it hasn't been considered probable so it is only theory at this point. It could range from a measured gradual move to a new currency with an established conversion rate such as they had while transitioning to the Euro. Of course, the other end of the spectrum is that we have a ridiculous deflation/inflation swing and they just start printing new money tied to the gold standard. Take your pick.
As long as Mr. Clod starts getting little bags of gold dust instead of direct deposit, I guess that's okay.
Thanks hon...
It freaking hurts.
I wish...never mind. :(
Oh, oh, does this mean you're on the rebound and all vulnerable and shit?:love:
He threatened my life...I told him I'm not afraid of him
Good on you for keeping your cool. You're a much stronger woman than me--I'd be in jail right now if a fucker like that tried to threaten my life.
Oh, oh, does this mean you're on the rebound and all vulnerable and shit?:love:
I haven't decided yet. ;)
Pete lost an Uncle this week. We're headed for New Hampshire for the funeral etc.. He had open heart surgery and appeared to have come through, but had massive bleeding two days later. He was the proto-typical Main Street Republican, Navy man, short run with IBM, built a small business, raised a couple good kids, and was active in his church. He loved to argue politics, was open-minded, had a libertarian streak, and was at heart a solid conservative. He was a damn fine man who was liberal with his scotch. He and his kind will be sadly missed. :(
I'm sorry to hear that Griff. :(
I have WAY too much to do. Two exams to study for, a take-home quiz, a paper due next week, and two client projects, plus a filthy house and several loads of laundry and my son's wrestling meet tomorrow and fifteen banners to sew for the cub scouts. And, dammit, it's valentine's day so my hub probably expects a little sump'n too. (sigh)
So why am I here? :eek:
Shawnee, WTG. You go girl!
Sundae, have some yogurt along with that fruit and your belly will feel better.
You're addicted, like the rest of us! ;)
Hey, so now guys can use VDay as leverage in gettin' a little sumpn sumpn? Hmmph. I thought they were supposed to kiss our butts on this very special Hallmark holiday.
He's all talk. I really don't believe he would ever hurt me physically, but I'll have my phone at the ready just in case. I won't go through that again, I'd kill him first.
I'm feeling sick. :(
I had a phone like that once. It was a bakelite one from the 40s or 50s. It weighed about 8 pounds, you could drive nails with the handset.
(BTW, I'm really pysched for you on this one Shawnee!)
tasteless hamburger patties at restaurants since they now have that "cook until it's dead and DEADER" thing. I ordered one "pink" the other day, as per the menu.
No pink. Give me back juicy hamburgers!
There was a small town in the US somewhere (I can't remember where) and apparently they had just the one butcher and he used to provide hamburger meat for the whole town pretty much, and apparently the whole town used to eat the hamburgers pretty rare.
When the whole town (just about) ended up with thyroidosis, they found he'd been including cow thyroids in the makings for the hamburgers, and because they were generally served rare, the thyroxin (I think that's the name of the chemical) wasn't being destroyed.
Anyway, they stopped eating thyroids and they all got better.
The moral of the story is: Always cook your hamburgers well. ;)
Years ago my friend's boyfriend would tell them, when ordering a steak, to just "run it under the heat lamp a couple times."
I like a medium rare to medium nice steak, but I don't want pink in my hamburgers. Cooked just beyond that, fine...but no pink. It's raw meat.
I like my steak rare, but not things like hamburger meat. You just never know what else besides hooves and entrails have gone into the mix. ;)
lol...exactly. A cut of meat is one thing. Ground up "parts is parts" is another thing entirely.
I like medium rare burger. But if I'm any place that asks you how you like it cooked (and has it thick enough for you to notice the different) I figure it's probably pretty good cuts anyway.
That is true. Certainly wouldn't want a rare burger from MickeyD's!
Mildly irritating:
Mean people.
My brother likes steak thus:
A good vet should be able to get it back on its legs.
And, agreed, do NOT eat undercooked hamburger. Burger = mince = bits = brains and spinal cord = abnormal prions = vCJD = your brain turning into a sponge over the next decade or two.
For this reason I don't eat mince products. On the rare (geddit?) occasions I eat meat, I want a slab of muscle, not bits. I could never understand why anyone would eat kidney. Thats the toxic waste processing facility! Would you picnic at the gabage dump?
My brother likes steak thus:
A good vet should be able to get it back on its legs.
And, agreed, do NOT eat undercooked hamburger. Burger = mince = bits = brains and spinal cord = abnormal prions = vCJD = your brain turning into a sponge over the next decade or two.
For this reason I don't eat mince products. On the rare (geddit?) occasions I eat meat, I want a slab of muscle, not bits. I could never understand why anyone would eat kidney. Thats the toxic waste processing facility! Would you picnic at the gabage dump?
This quote is mildly irritating me =)
abnormal prions would NEVER happen in the USA unless one is gutting their own cattle that are over 24 months of age because cattle younger than that cannot get mad cow and, brains and spinal cord are not included in any meat processed in the USA and they have not included for years. The only cases of CFJ in the USA in humans originated in England and those people came to the USA. Mad cow cases that were in the USA originated in Canada and Mexico where they still feed animal by products[not supposed to] to their cattle a practice that was banned in the USA almost 20 years ago. The reason not to eat uncooked hamburger has to do with e-coli a bacteria as abnormal prions are not affected by cooking.
Why I came to this thread before I digressed, I hate when someone steals the graphics off my page and uses them on their page. I have no trouble dealing swiftly with those in the English speaking countries because they generally understand, remove my copy written work or I will have your SP remove your web page for infringement, its those say in .. Russia that are such assholes about it!:eyebrow:
And, agreed, do NOT eat undercooked hamburger. Burger = mince = bits = brains and spinal cord = abnormal prions = vCJD = your brain turning into a sponge over the next decade or two.
Prions are relatively unaffected by heat. Therefore, cooking your burger to kingdom come will
not affect its ability to turn your brain to mush. (See also: network television)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prion
Infectious particles possessing nucleic acid are dependent upon it to direct their continued replication. Prions however, are infectious by their effect on normal versions of the protein. Therefore, sterilizing prions involves the denaturation of the protein to a state where the molecule is no longer able to induce the abnormal folding of normal proteins. However, prions are generally quite resistant to proteases, heat, radiation, and formalin treatments,[37] although their infectivity can be reduced by such treatments. Effective prion decontamination relies upon protein hydrolysis or reduction and/or destruction of protein tertiary structure. Examples include bleach, NaOH or strong acidic detergents such as LpH.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sterilization_(microbiology)
Using mice as test animals, one experiment showed that heating BSE positive brain tissue at 134-138 °C [COLOR=Red](273-280 °F) for 18 minutes[/COLOR] resulted in only a 2.5 log decrease in prion infectivity. (The initial BSE concentration in the tissue was relatively low). For a significant margin of safety, cleaning should reduce infectivity by 4 logs, and the sterilization method should reduce it a further 5 logs.
Nirvana, not to pick a fight, but what about "downer" cows in the US? I remember there was quite a fight about that a few years back.
Hi Pie! There has not been a downer cow in the USA that has tested positive for mad cow.[ two cows that were on diagnosed on their farms here in the USA not at a processor, that were born and raised in Canada and Mexico] One of the biggest reasons a cow cannot stand is because the nerve in the pelvic rim was damaged during calving. Other reasons are old age and pneumonia. It is also illegal to process downer cows for anything even dog food. Has been that way for at least 6 years. That's why that California processing plant was in such big trouble.
Sorry to dissect your post Zen but PETA scare tactics are the norm here wrong information about processed meat is a pet peeve of mine.
Oh another mildy irritating post from me this time! :P
Then why won't the Agriculture Department allow voluntary 100% BSE testing in the American herd?
Beef Producer's Bid to Test All Its Cattle for BSE Denied
WASHINGTON, DC, April 15, 2004 (ENS) - Creekstone Farms Premium Beef LLC, a privately owned producer and processor, is threatening legal action against the U.S. Department of Agriculture over the agency's decision last week not to allow it to voluntarily test all of its cattle for bovine spongiform encephalopathy (BSE), known as mad cow disease.
http://www.ens-newswire.com/ens/apr2004/2004-04-15-02.aspHow would 100% testing of anything be voluntary?
Because it's not required by law? They want to do it 'voluntarily? That'd be my guess.
One company wanted to test 100% of its own herd, so its international customers would continue to order. That was disallowed by the USDA. No one was making anyone test involuntarily.
:confused:
That company said:"We are challenging USDA’s authority to control the sales of BSE diagnostic tests in the United States."
That is the problem letting that company test without FDA involvement. BTW the federal government allows other food companies to test their products and guess what? People are dying from eating peanut products. No one is dying from eating BSE meat.
Another reason is there is no reason to test animals 24 months and under. BSE is impossible in those animals which are mostly steers, which is where most of your better meat in the USA comes from not including hot dogs, bolonga [old bulls] and the stuff at McD's which comes from old holstein cows.
There has not been a downer cow in the USA that has tested positive for mad cow.
What's the testing rate? How many cows go into the food supply for each cow that is tested? (I know the answer, I just want to see you acknowledge how pathetically small the testing is and has been.)
You can't test beef as little as the FDA/USDA does and say anything with any authority about the state of the US beef supply in regards to mad cow.
With each passing day, the US beef supply gets safer and safer, and it's probably completely safe now. But the testing has virtually nothing to do with knowing how safe it is. It's the new regulations passed a few years ago to prevent downer cows from being fed to healthy cows that made the difference.
There is about to be a huge influx of old dairy cattle into the system. Milk checks are about half what they were a year ago.
[massive thread drift here] I want to explain there is a difference between dairy beef and beef cattle. The cattle raised in feed lots are usually breeds that are bred for the meat market not the milk supply.
I will say again most of the meat you are consuming unless you are eating McDs Burger King etc , or cold cuts, is from cattle that are under or at 24 months of age. It is impossible for them to have BSE.
The reason there will soon be a massive influx of dairy cattle to the hamburger market is because milk prices went from $20 a hundred weight to $9 a hundred weight and that is costing milk producers to supply their product since they had to pay for $7 a bushel corn. Our country demands cheap food and it is cheap compared to other things but you cannot expect livestock producers to supply their products for free or to pay the consumer to take their products. :).
I am a beef producer I do not raise or sell old dairy cows. People have been eating at MdcD since its inception lots of people eat cold cuts and luncheon meats, if there was a real threat of BSE in this country where are the cases of CFJ disease to prove that we need more testing?
BTW aren't you paying a pretty price for a good steak now? Why would you want to add more costs to a product thru government testing when it is a fact that cattle 24 months and under cannot have BSE?
If the government has to test every single dairy cow for BSE in this country milk will be about $25 a gallon you may as well go out and buy your own cow and pasteurizing equipment. =)
<undrift> I washed my cellphone. Damnit, I really liked this one. </back to drift>
Neither BSE among cattle, nor the new human variant of CJD, have been found in the United States. BSE was first reported among cattle in the United Kingdom (U.K) in November 1986. The source of the BSE outbreak is uncertain, but it is thought to have been amplified by feeding cattle with meat-and-bone meal from BSE-infected cattle. To contain the disease, the British government took a number of steps, including the institution of a feed ban prohibiting the use of meat-and-bone meal and slaughtering all cattle believed to be infected. These steps reduced the number of confirmed BSE cases in the U.K. from 36,680 in 1992 to fewer than 1,500 in 2000.
More recently, some cases of BSE have been identified among cattle in other European countries. Between 1989 and 2000, at least 1,642 cases of BSE have been identified among cattle in Belgium, Denmark, France, Germany, Ireland, Italy, Liechtenstein, the Netherlands, Portugal, Spain and Switzerland.
Among humans, the total worldwide number of known vCJD cases is
92, including 88 in the U.K., three in France and one in Ireland.
U.S. agencies have acted quickly with precautionary steps to prevent BSE in cattle or vCJD in humans from occurring in this country. These steps include:
* Prohibiting importation of live ruminant animals and most ruminant products from all of Europe (USDA)
* Examining U.S. cattle exhibiting abnormal neurological behavior to test for BSE (USDA)
* Prohibiting the use of most mammalian protein in the manufacture of animal feeds given to ruminant animals (FDA)
* Recommending that animal tissues used in drug products should not come from a country with BSE (FDA)
* Issuing guidelines asking blood centers to exclude potential donors who have spent six or more cumulative months in the U.K. between 1980 and 1996 from donating blood (FDA)
* Conducting regular surveillance for any cases of vCJD among humans (CDC)
* Conducting research on BSE, CJD, vCJD and related neurological diseases (NIH)
BACKGROUND ON BSE AND vCJD
BSE (sometimes referred to as "mad cow disease") and variant and classic CJD belong to the unusual group of progressive, degenerative neurological diseases known as transmissible spongiform encephalopathies (TSEs). These diseases are characterized by a long incubation period of up to several years, during which there is no visible indication of the disease.
The incubation period for BSE among cattle ranges from three to eight years; for vCJD among humans, the incubation period is unknown, but is at least five years and could extend up to 20 years or longer. The diseases are invariably fatal; there is no known treatment or cure.
It is believed that vCJD may be acquired from eating food products containing the BSE agent, and there is strong epidemiologic and laboratory evidence for a causal association between vCJD and BSE. The absence of confirmed cases of vCJD in geographic areas free of BSE supports a causal association. BSE and vCJD have never been identified in the United States.
BSE among cattle was first described in the U.K. in November 1986. Epidemiological evidence established that the outbreak of BSE was related to the production and use over many years of contaminated meat-and-bone meal. The source of the BSE outbreak is uncertain. There is strong evidence and general agreement that the outbreak was amplified by feeding rendered bovine meat-and-bone meal to young calves.
The vast majority of BSE cases have been reported in the U.K. Through November 2000, about 177,500 cases of BSE have been confirmed there in more than 35,000 herds of cattle. The U.K. epidemic peaked in January 1993 at nearly 1,000 new cases per week. Surveillance in Europe has also led to the identification of cases of BSE in Belgium, Denmark, France, Ireland, Liechtenstein, the Netherlands, Portugal and Switzerland and, most recently, in Germany, Spain and Italy. From 1995 through early December 2000, 88 human cases of vCJD were reported in the U.K, three in France and one in Ireland.
European countries have instituted a variety of public health control measures, such as BSE surveillance, the culling of sick animals, the banning of specified risk materials (SRMs), or a combination of these, to prevent potentially BSE-infected tissues from entering the human food chain. Due to its early outbreak, the most stringent of these measures have been applied in the U.K. In June 2000, the European Union Commission on Food Safety and Animal Welfare adopted a decision requiring all member states to remove SRMs from the animal feed and human food chains as of October 1, 2000; such bans had already been instituted in most member states.
U.S. ACTIONS: STEPS TO MINIMIZE ANY POSSIBLE RISK
No cases of BSE or vCJD have been identified in the United States despite ongoing nationwide surveillance. Working together, agencies within the federal government have taken a number of steps to minimize the risk of BSE in this country.
http://www.hhs.gov/news/press/2001pres/01fsbse.html
Back to undrift ;)
I was called into work on my day off. When I told my boss I could not come in (various reasons) I got the " well, if you can't, you can't *sigh*" Now I am cranky cause I hate the guilt trip. This is the FIRST time I said no in 2 years. I have not had a night alone with hubby in 13 days, and I am just the supervisor where I work.... make me the manager and I would have come in.
MMmm....yah............Did you get the memo? lol!
: makes Nirvana a nice cup of tea :
So, two cows were standing at the feed trough and one said "Moo, I'm pretty worried about this mad cow disease". And the other one replied "I'm not. I'm a rabbit".
Just got back from a 4 and a half hour exam.. started it at 6pm. My senior comprehensive final for history majors. All essay, about ten pages typed single spaced (usual for college classes these days is double), covered everything under the frickin sun, no outside resources just drawing off everything you've learned, or were supposed to have learned, over the past 4 years. My eyes are all defocused from staring at the screen for so long. And now, it's sleep time.
That sound freaking brutal. I have done them, mind you not written, but I am glad those days are long gone. Glad it is over for you. Get a cold beer or a nice glass of wine.
What's the testing rate? How many cows go into the food supply for each cow that is tested?
40,000? That's the number I saw, which was current as of 2004.
That's many times more than the average number of people a drug must be tested on before being approved by the FDA.
In 2001, the world population was estimated at 6.1 billion and the number of cows was estimated at 1.5 billion.
I am a beef producer
Well there you go. You have a bit of a bias here on this issue. I'm just a beef consumer (or in this case, not a consumer any more) who knows how to read.
I really have little interest in having this discussion again, because it's history at this point. Beef producers used to grind up downer cows and feed them to healthy cows as standard practice, but after the mad cow scare, that practice was banned. Now that NEW rules have been in effect for maybe a decade, it's very unlikely for cows now to have the disease. And the beef supply is probably safe by now, because any infected cows have been eaten. I'm still going to wait a while before I start eating it again. Griff's comment about the dairy cows is a good point.
Neither BSE among cattle, nor the new human variant of CJD, have been found in the United States.
This is simply false. You yourself have stated that there were cases of BSE infected cows in the USA, and that those cows came from outside the country. I remember two cow cases specifically. Maybe they are talking about full blown BSE cases. Pretty deceptive if they are making a distinction between an infected cow and a full blown disease. It reads like a Beef Council publicity memo.
The test rate was 1 cow tested for every 12,000 cows that were allowed to pass through the system untested. It was at that test rate that the first infected cow was found in the US. There was mild public outcry, so the government increased the testing (tenfold!) all the way up to a staggering 1 in 1,200. Then another infected cow was found in the US. After a few years of no more hits, the testing rate has dropped back down to a lower (unknown to me) number.
Where are all the numbers of infected humans in the US? That's the only legitimate point the pro-beef lobby has. There really aren't any cases. But it's interesting that the human variant of mad cow disease has almost the same symptoms as Alzheimers. And reported Alzheimers cases have increased astronomically in the last few decades. It would be very easy for misdiagnosed vCDJ cases to remain hidden within the population of reported Alzheimers cases.
In a small study at Yale led by Manuelidis in 1989, researchers discovered that 13 percent of patients diagnosed with Alzheimer's had CJD.
"The conclusion people might draw is that CJD is underdiagnosed and clinically can't be discriminated that easily from Alzheimer's disease," Manuelidis said.
CJD is not to be confused with vCJD, but it points to the common occurance of misdiagnosing dementia cases. With 4 million Alzheimers cases in this country, even a tiny percentage of misdiagnosed vCJD would add up to a lot of cases.
I don't feel much like arguing about mad cow now, especially in this thread, because with each passing day, the beef supply gets safer, and years have passed since there were BIG problems with the beef supply. It's basically safe now. But you couldn't say that 5-10 years ago because the rules were different and the testing rate was too low to have any validity.
Well there you go. You have a bit of a bias here on this issue. I'm just a beef consumer (or in this case, not a consumer any more) who knows how to read.
I really have little interest in having this discussion again, because it's history at this point. Beef producers used to grind up downer cows and feed them to healthy cows as standard practice, but after the mad cow scare, that practice was banned. Now that NEW rules have been in effect for maybe a decade, it's very unlikely for cows now to have the disease. And the beef supply is probably safe by now, because any infected cows have been eaten. I'm still going to wait a while before I start eating it again. Griff's comment about the dairy cows is a good point.
Please do not use your brush to paint me and other beef producers with your bias. I never ground up any downer cows to feed my cows neither have any of the beef producers I know. No one has done that in the USA in 20 years. That was still the practice in the UK and other countries but not here. We bury those cows. When they were allowed to be used as dog food thats where they went not in human food. Beef producers do not deserve that criticism if they are selling standing cows that become down during trucking. It is up to the processor to remove that cow and dispose of it in the manner accepted by the FDA and USDA.
This is simply false. You yourself have stated that there were cases of BSE infected cows in the USA, and that those cows came from outside the country. I remember two cow cases specifically. Maybe they are talking about full blown BSE cases. Pretty deceptive if they are making a distinction between an infected cow and a full blown disease. It reads like a Beef Council publicity memo.
These two cows originated in other countries. They were not from the US. US beef producers do not feed cattle in the same way as these other countries had.
The test rate was 1 cow tested for every 12,000 cows that were allowed to pass through the system untested. It was at that test rate that the first infected cow was found in the US.
There was mild public outcry, so the government increased the testing (tenfold!) all the way up to a staggering 1 in 1,200. Then another infected cow was found in the US. After a few years of no more hits, the testing rate has dropped back down to a lower (unknown to me) number.
Where are all the numbers of infected humans in the US? That's the only legitimate point the pro-beef lobby has. There really aren't any cases. But it's interesting that the human variant of mad cow disease has almost the same symptoms as Alzheimers.
While it may have the same symptoms it is not the same and that is just your assumption.
And reported Alzheimers cases have increased astronomically in the last few decades. It would be very easy for misdiagnosed vCDJ cases to remain hidden within the population of reported Alzheimers cases. CJD is not to be confused with vCJD, but it points to the common occurance of misdiagnosing dementia cases. With 4 million Alzheimers cases in this country, even a tiny percentage of misdiagnosed vCJD would add up to a lot of cases.
Nice scare tactic but no proof.
I don't feel much like arguing about mad cow now, especially in this thread, because with each passing day, the beef supply gets safer, and years have passed since there were BIG problems with the beef supply. It's basically safe now. But you couldn't say that 5-10 years ago because the rules were different and the testing rate was too low to have any validity.
Read The Jungle and then visit a modern day meat packing plant and then get back to me :)
My views are not based on bias they are based on fact not meat producer's propaganda or any animal rights propaganda. Most of the animals I raise are sold to kids for their 4-H beef projects. The rest are freezer beef or replacement genetics for other club calf producer's breeding programs. You are simply repeating AR activist propaganda. The solution for you is simple don't eat meat but don't use PETA tactics to scare others into thinking there is anything wrong with the beef supply in this country because of beef producers. That was really funny Zen LMAO!
Please do not use your brush to paint me and other beef producers with your bias. I never ground up any downer cows to feed my cows neither have any of the beef producers I know. No one has done that in the USA in 20 years....
Beef producers do not deserve that criticism if they are selling standing cows that become down during trucking. It is up to the processor to remove that cow and dispose of it in the manner accepted by the FDA and USDA.
As recently as 2003, the manner accepted by the FDA and USDA was to grind up those downer cows and add them to feed to be fed to other cows.
You seem to be saying the problem is not with the "beef producers" but with the "processors." As a consumer, I don't care who tainted the meat. I just wanted it to stop.
The new December 2003 FDA/USDA regulations pretty much put a stop to it (although the inspections are pathetic.) So I'm just waiting for that entire population of cattle to be eaten before I dive back in. Not sure when that will be, but I'll stipulate again that the beef supply is probably safe by now.
Cheers.
That is an absolute lie show your source or better yet eat fish. Don't mind the mercury or PBBs they won't cause alzhiemers :)
: makes Nirvana a nice cup of tea :
So, two cows were standing at the feed trough and one said "Moo, I'm pretty worried about this mad cow disease". And the other one replied "I'm not. I'm a rabbit".
I have a cartoon I saw online once. I wrote to the guy and told him he had used the word "effect" when it should have been "affect" but also to tell him I thought it was a great cartoon. He wrote back and thanked me, said he was retired english teacher and couldn't believe the mistake. He sent me a fixed copy in the mail, and i framed it and hung it up.
It's along the same lines: one cow saying "I'm so worried we may get mad cow disease." The other cow says "Don't worry, they contained that in England, besides, it doesn't affect us goats."
Even before FDA prohibited feeding protein derived from ruminants, other than blood products, to ruminants in [B]August 1997, only small amounts of animal proteins were fed to ruminants in the United States, primarily to
dairy cattle, because of the relatively high cost of this type of feed. Range cattle, which are on pasture most of their lives, typically receive little protein supplement of any kind.[/B]
http://www.cattlenetwork.com/content.asp?contentid=250926 Holy crap, you are right. It was 1997 that feeding downer cows to other cows was banned. I was confused, because it was December 2003 that you could still feed a downer cow to a human.
But if you are trying to argue that the beef supply 5-10 years ago was safe, you aren't scoring any points for yourself by digging up those stats.
I'm done with this discussion. I really didn't want to be having it in the first place.
cheers
Downer cow:
"You know, this range isn't as green as the old one. Besides, they're just gonna slaughter us anyway. Probably gonna get hoof and mouth disease in the feed lot. Your brand looks infected."
Downer cows, who needs 'em around anyway?
Just for you F3 ;)
Foot and Mouth Disease
The US has had 9 FMD outbreaks since 1870. The most devastating outbreak happened in 1914. It originated from Michigan but it was its entry into the stockyards in Chicago that turned it into an epizootic. 3,500 livestock herds were infected across the US, totaling over 170,000 cattle, sheep and swine. The eradication came at a cost of 4.5 million 1914 USD dollars. A 1924 outbreak in California resulted not only in the slaughter of 109,000 farm animals, but also 22,000 deer. The US saw its latest FMD outbreak in Montebello, California in 1929. This outbreak originated in hogs that had eaten infected meat scraps from a tourist steamship that had stocked meat in Argentina. 3,600 animals were slaughtered and the disease was contained in as little as one month.[13][14]
You know that, and I know that, but do the cows know that?
A good friend of mine is a large animal vet she keeps me up to date about things like not being afraid of tricky noses and the like.
I guess it isn't funny when you are constantly confronted by ignorance and scary "facts."
But I thought it was funny and that's all that matters.
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Holy crap, you are right. It was 1997 that feeding downer cows to other cows was banned. I was confused, because it was December 2003 that you could still feed a downer cow to a human.
But if you are trying to argue that the beef supply 5-10 years ago was safe, you aren't scoring any points for yourself by digging up those stats.
I'm done with this discussion. I really didn't want to be having it in the first place.
cheers
You totally missed the point. It is suspected that BSE has its origins in feeding ruminant bone and blood meal to ruminants which was not widely done in this country and that was banned over ten years ago.
Dairy cows do not typically last over 5 years in confinement on cement. Those would be your downer cows. Down because of the way they were kept and they had toes removed or because they had respiratory infections, not because they had BSE. Downer cow does not = BSE. Do I want to eat those cows? No, I rarely eat at McDs and I don't eat luncheon meat.
You know that, and I know that, but do the cows know that?
A good friend of mine is a large animal vet she keeps me up to date about things like not being afraid of tricky noses and the like.
I guess it isn't funny when you are constantly confronted by ignorance and scary "facts."
But I thought it was funny and that's all that matters.
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I thought it was funny too! :)
I thought it was funny too! :)
If I could draw, I'd make a really morose looking beefer and his annoyed looking friends.
So, a female reporter goes to a cattle farm and asks the farmer "Can you explain Mad Cow Disease to me?"
"Sure" says the farmer. "See that shed down there? Thats the milking shed. Twice a day we take the cows down there and milk them."
Reporter replies: "What does that have to do with Mad Cow Disease?"
Farmer continues "You see the paddock up the top of the hill? That"s where we keep the bull. Once a year we take each cow up there and let the bull have his way with them."
Reporter: "I still don"t see what this has to do with Mad Cow Disease."
Farmer: "Lady, if I played with your tits twice a day and bonked you once a year, you'd go mad too!"
Obama is announcing a $75B plan to refinance mortgages at risk. But even though my mortgage is an albatross around my neck, I won't get relief from this plan because my mortgage is not a Fannie Mae or Freddie Mac mortgage.
Micro power outages today in DC. Annoying.
The lights flicker, the HVAC turns off for a few minutes, the PC reboots. It's happened 3 times since noon. I haven't lost anything yet though. Others around me are cursing up a storm because they were in the middle of big projects and hadn't saved or auto-saved.
Are you having storms, glatt?
Nope. It's pretty calm out. Must be Al Qaeda.
Obama is announcing a $75B plan to refinance mortgages at risk. But even though my mortgage is an albatross around my neck, I won't get relief from this plan because my mortgage is not a Fannie Mae or Freddie Mac mortgage.
Yea, I feel somehow cheated, too.
Add me to the list. Seems like the only way to get some is to be irresponsible. Isn't that counter to all we've been taught?
Hey you could always screw your boss.
Or tell your boss to screw himself.
You can blow your nose, and you can blow your boss, but you can't blow your boss's nose.
So is it just me or did Dana's dad die too close to her birthday? This thought does not rock. Someone correct it.
Not possible to correct that w/o changing Dana's birth certificate and concocting an elaborate story about how her birthday was really at the end of July.
Very sad, I thought.
I got less than an hour's worth of sleep. Most of the sleep I did get was filled with paranoid dreams that the house was being broken into.
You need a very large dog.
I have a large, very protective black lab, and a shotgun by my bed.
I'b gettig a cold. By dose is stuffed ub. I hade id.
[COLOR="Silver"]*ACHOOACHOOACHOOACHHOOOO*[/COLOR] ugh.
Fricken Palm dont make Pda's any more , just smart phones
Fricken palm Z22( my wifes PDA ) is NOT compatable with 64 bit Vista , at ALL !!!!!!! well unless the PDA has Blue tooth connectivity ( Z22's DONT !!!)
Oh and Razz Carol says Zicam and I agree !!!!!
"Can I axe you something?"
That is all.
What's the problem?
Just keep a large axe behind your desk, and use it.
Actually this doesn't bother me nearly as much as it used to.
My fat fingers. (0.092 ≠ 0.0092)
A large axe should still be able to handle them.
I'b gettig a cold. By dose is stuffed ub. I hade id.
[COLOR="Silver"]*ACHOOACHOOACHOOACHHOOOO*[/COLOR] ugh.
[COLOR="Silver"]Godzilla![/COLOR]
Are you calling me fat????
WTF? Don't you people
read the
Cellar?
psh, likely excuse
(shouldn't that be:
Godzirra?)
Masturbate until you can. ;)
grumble grumble...both front liner folks called in sick. I'm stuck up front mostly all day.
The day will go quickly, but this is the part of the job I knew when I took it that I don't like this part, and it is the part that I decided was worth it when weighed against all the other parts.
Oh, and I volunteered to stay behind while everyone else went to staff meeting. If I have a question, since I still don't know all the processes, I'm SOL.
Just wanted to bitch. I usually end up not minding it at all. It's just the "person after person after person after person" that wears me out. Maybe everyone will be nice today. :rolleyes:
My employer's insurance plan has been making an effort to make people more proactive about their health. They have an online health assessment program. There is a financial incentive for those who complete it. There is also a financial incentive for the employer if a certain percentage of employees complete it.
We missed badly last year (the first time they did it). This year we're trying to encourage people to get their butts in gear and do it.
The mildly annoying part? I have to go to a mandatory staff meeting telling us why we should do it, when I've already done it.
If I have a question, since I still don't know all the processes, I'm SOL.
:) Reminds me of me at my last job. I started on Jun 15 I think. Shortly thereafter I was there alone (well there were other people there, but not tech support) while some other folks used their end-of-fiscal-year vacation. It was fun in a warped sort of way.
Office Manager: "The person you usually talk to is on vacation. Let me transfer you to Steve. <pause> That's right, the new guy. <transfer>"
Me: "Hi, this is Steve . . .uh huh . . . Excel? . . .Yeah, you should be able to do that. Let me find the manual and call you back."
Heh...I know fed and state regs like a crazy person. Processes here, not so much! :)
Every school is different, but I'm learning.
I'm coming to accept the fact that one of my big contract employers who shut down late last year is not going to send me a 1099-MISC. This means I'm going to have to sift through dozens of individual invoices and add it up by hand. Jerk.
Heck - if they aren't giving you one, they probably aren't giving the IRS one either.
...But then I'd be no better than a cabinet nominee, right?
[size=1]Besides that, if I ever got audited, how would I explain the regular deposits into the bank account from company checks?[/size]
Well unless you are worth on average $200 million....
or.... Unless you are running for office don't sweat it.
One of my bosses irritates me. Is he really that dumb or what? I think he may be.....
Him:"he didn't schedule a barista for tomorrow can you do it?"
"I mean, are you good at it?"
Me:"that's why he scheduled me as the barista for tomorrow."
This guy has no clue that I run his shop after 4 pm all the time. Then I close it down. Is he really that fu***** oblivious?!?
I have insomnia. I haven't slept well in ages. It's really wearing me down and irritating the HELL outta me and making me bitchy. I think I must be going through perimenopause or something, cause those hot flashes are a fucking bitch. I guess I need some hormones.
Sigh...I might be right behind you on the hormones, sugarpop. :)
forgot to check an ebay auction -was enjoying dinner too much. went for less than I woulda paid but I didn't bid earlier because I hadn't decided exactly how much i was willing to pay... remembered it two minutes after it closed... :(
is it just me or are people getting douche-y-er?
I'm feeling nauseous and my eyes are tired. However, I don't want to sleep just yet; I want to read some. I don't want to take my contact lenses out because reading with my glasses will make me more nauseous. And no, I won't fall asleep if I'd just lie there. I haven't been able to fall asleep on my own too often lately. I prefer to drug myself out so I won't have to lie there with stupid thoughts for a while before drifting off.
This is just me griping and whining aloud. :p
What you need is some vigorous exercise to distract your thoughts and make you physically tired. ;)
Vigorous exercise will make the blood flow, which will make it harder to fall asleep. Well, that's what I've read. :p Damnit, I don't want to exercise. I may lose my muffin top. :rolleyes: :D hahaha.....Just kid....I do need to exercise. I will do ....tomorrow? :D
My employer's insurance plan has been making an effort to make people more proactive about their health. They have an online health assessment program. There is a financial incentive for those who complete it. There is also a financial incentive for the employer if a certain percentage of employees complete it.
3 years ago the U started this same thing. Once a year we can take the "health assesment quiz". The first time you take it, you are paid $50 (added to our paychecks, pretax) and then $65 (again, pretax :rolleyes:) the following years. Oh yeah, whenever you take it you are supposed to be entered into that month's drawing for something too, but I forget what that is. I've always wondered who was footing the bill for this...
It's pretty stupid, but 10 min of my time while I drink my morning tea with lots of sugar and eat my creme filled donuts ;) is worth $50.
I think a lot of people are more anxious and on edge and not sleeping well these days. I don't know about other countries, but in the US people are taking a lot more antidepressants and antianxiety and sleep meds, because of the financial meltdown. It's been all over the news. I know it is affecting me. I rarely sleep, and when i do, it isn't restful sleep. and I take sleep meds. I apologize if any of it is rubbing off here.
I think a lot of people are more anxious and on edge and not sleeping well these days. I don't know about other countries, but in the US people are taking a lot more antidepressants and antianxiety and sleep meds, because of the financial meltdown. It's been all over the news. I know it is affecting me. I rarely sleep, and when i do, it isn't restful sleep. and I take sleep meds. I apologize if any of it is rubbing off here.
[deadpan] perhaps the solution is to stop watching the news [/deadpan]
[deadpan] perhaps the solution is to stop watching the news [/deadpan]
Or move to a place that's not feeling it so bad... Like Montana.
ps. I love my job.
We're organizing stuff for 2008's taxes. Always seem to pay out a lot for medical and other deductibles, but never seem to have enough to count. Only good thing about this year's taxes is that they are almost certainly going to be better than next year's.
My upper back and shoulders hurt like hell.
ETA: My mind also hurts. Damned Cellar threads . . . .
Always seem to pay out a lot for medical and other deductibles, but never seem to have enough to count.
Tell me about it! 7.5% is a freaking high threshhold.
I had a filling done last week. (Actually, three, the almost-end of the cleanup of 10+ years of shitty dental hygiene coming home to roost.)
Anyway. My insurance doesn't want to pay for this particular filling . . . because they're convinced that the tooth involved was previously extracted.
Men in cheap suits with no tie and loafers without socks who talk too much and too loud with heavy East coast accents of some sort (couldn't tell if it was Boston or Jersey.) Nuff said.
The killer headache I got going on right now. Got a concussion last night... the effects linger. >.< And can't take the painkillers I was prescribed til Mr. Decca is home so someone here is coherent enough to take care of Lil D.
All day outside my door, chronically unemployed 22-year-old is either playing Rockband, yelling at Rockband, playing with his visiting toddler, or yelling at his visiting toddler. All four things happen at maximum volume.
[SIZE=1]as chronically unemployed 45-year-old i find i cannot really complain[/SIZE]
Choke him to his threshold.
Rinse.
Repeat IF NEEDED.
All day outside my door, chronically unemployed 22-year-old is either playing Rockband, yelling at Rockband, playing with his visiting toddler, or yelling at his visiting toddler. All four things happen at maximum volume.
[SIZE=1]as chronically unemployed 45-year-old i find i cannot really complain[/SIZE]
Look on the bright side: maybe all these loud activities are keeping him from engaging in the activity that led him to have a visiting toddler to yell at. :eek:
He goes out and does that at night. I keep hoping that living here on the couch will be enough of a cramp in his ability to do that, that it will drive him to seek enough work to live in an apartment, or a young lass with a job and an apartment will find him interesting enough to keep him there.
[SIZE=1]as chronically unemployed 45-year-old i find i cannot really complain[/SIZE]
You better start, or he'll just continue to fuck up your life. :eyebrow:
Here they come. They're rolling out of bed and wanting MONEY. ;)
This day will never ever end. It's going to stay today for eternity. I just know it. :thepain:
This day will never ever end. It's going to stay today for eternity. I just know it. :thepain:
Think it'll be an early spring?
Mildly irritating:
Sonny smacked that tree quite some time ago and Cher still hasn't called me. Bitch. Always knew I couldn't count on her.
Bank of America. Friggin' loser bankers.
P'tui! I spit on your soul!
Mildly concerning me:
I have a moderate allergy to bee stings. I carry an adrenaline inhaler to treat bronchospasm. It is out of date (I hadn't worried too much, because a doc had told me the stuff is pretty stable) so I went to a chemist to ask about getting a new one. They don't make them anymore.
I did some research as to why.
The manufacturers had cut the shelf life from 3 years to 18 months, but found they couldn't even guarantee that, so pulled the product.
In 1997.
Mine says "exp Aug 97".
Ah. Seems I have been carrying a placebo around for about a decade. Hmm.
The good thing is I also carry ventolin for mild asthma, which also treats bronchospasm, so I have a back up. But I might have to look at getting an Epi-pen.
Do it. Now that you know the danger, you're that much more in danger.
Wait, did that make any sense??
Err, no.
First step will be getting some ventolin which is not expired too.
Bank of America. Friggin' loser bankers.
P'tui! I spit on your soul!
Cellar trivia - Did a google search of "spit on your soul". Cellar was number four with a different post. Pie's post was on the second page.
Epi-pen, yes. Never leave home without mine. And the older I get the stronger my reactions to the nasty little buggers get, so get it now. (trip to the hospital in anyphalactic shock=no fun.)
Cellar trivia - Did a google search of "spit on your soul". Cellar was number four with a different post. Pie's post was on the second page.
I quoted it in the spirit of
that previous post. Some things are hallowed by the passage of time. :p
i smoke
i've smoked with great dedication for YEARS
there are times when smoking a tobacco cigarette has been the only god damned thing to keep me going
i like smoking
this -- to some -- is a deplorable position to take
conventional wisdom, with all the dire warnings of health risks and whatnot, would have the average schmo steer far clear of cigarettes
to each his own
in my case: i like to smoke
now: about two weeks ago i quit cold turkey
i did so because the price of a pack is going through the roof
here, today, in the asshole of the nation (louisiana) the average price for my brand (marlboro red in the short box) is 'bout $4.15...this is up about 40 cents from what it was a couple or three weeks ago
my 'quit' was prompted by the price increase which -- according to my research -- has its roots in the cigarette companies looking to off-set the dollar increase slated to go in effect, nation-wide, april 1, 09
so: i quit -- in a manner of speaking -- in a huff
it was easy: the first 72 hours, as the nicotine left my system, i had few craving and those i did suffer were relatively mild
this is surprising since i've smoked a pack to two packs daily for over 20 years
and even now: the urges are mild
but -- in the cool analysis of the moment (nicotine-free) -- i'm going back to smoking
why?
because i miss it...i miss the cluster of behaviors that go along with smoking...i miss the scent of it...i miss holding fire between my fingers...i miss sitting on my stoop at 2 in the morning, surrounded by darkness, with only a burning cigarette as company
i like to smoke
i'm going back to smoking because of the way it -- smoking -- is intimately intertwined with my living...for example: i write, i research, i broadcast
as writer: the act is part and parcel of the smoke...i do the two things together
as researcher: the act is part and parcel of the smoke...i do the two things together
as broadcaster: my program is called 'coffee and cigarettes with henry quirk'…'nuff said
now: some of you (rabid, anti-pleasure, ratbastards, all) will point your bony fingers at me and crow, 'addict! you're fucking addict!'
no doubt of that
i, in my defense, say my addiction to this particular vice is on par with your 'addiction' to food
that is, we can generate two lists: 'needs' and 'wants…while cigarettes may fall into the sphere of 'want' for a great many, for me the cigarette is a 'need', as fundamental to my day-to-day living as air, water, and food
my ire, my irritation, is this...
with myself: for allowing economics to intrude into a sacred, regular, event
with an industry: for allowing the anti-folk to bulldog them, the manufacturers, into a corner
with a government (comprised of power hungry sons and daughters of bitches): for over-stepping and presuming/assuming a right to dictate my manner of living or dying
with a culture: for stagnating and stultifying into 'the only good life is a safe life'
not more than 30 minutes ago: i smoked my first cigarette since march 12, 09, and, my god, my god, IT WAS GOOD!
if i quit again, when i quit again: it'll be because of a reason idiosyncratic to 'me'...certainly not because of reasons vomited up on me by the well-intentioned or agenda-ridden
certainly: the almighty dollar will not play a role in my choice
there...i'm done... --henry
Tobacco is a dirty weed
I like it
It satisfies no normal need
I like it
It makes you thin it makes you lean
It takes the hair right off your bean
It's the worst darn stuff I've ever seen
I like it.
(My Gramps' cigarette wall holder thingy.)
Smoking will almost certainly shorten your life by years.
If that's what you knowingly chose, then who am I to intervene? Enjoy your life.
I hate cigarettes, but that was a great rant Henry. Well done.
HA!
just found this...
"I do not really care whether anyone smokes or not."
"I do so myself in phases, and then give up - not for health reasons, but simply to remind myself that I can."
...i think this will be my new rationale
----
Tobacco is a dirty weed
I like it
(((yummy)))
It satisfies no normal need
I like it
(((it is burning happiness)))
It makes you thin it makes you lean
(((five, eight...145 pounds)))
It takes the hair right off your bean
(((i am a slick-bald gargoyle)))
It's the worst darn stuff I've ever seen
I like it
(((huzzah!)))
glatt and the merc: two great and tolerant souls!
I hear ya Henry. I used to smoke, and I liked it a lot. I don't smoke anymore though and I'm glad.
And just for myself, it's not about quantity of life, but quality.
Another day, another tow truck, another rental minifuckingvan... Woot.
I paid the $17.99 insurance plan that "covers everything from a scratch to returning the whole thing in a shoe box", according to my agent. I might just go the shoe box route for the fun of it...
what now Jinx ??
The starter again ??
Well yeah, because they didn't fix it before, because the computer didn;t tell them to. So I had to have it drug out of a parking space at the dry cleaners and towed in again.
I had my rental car before the tow truck got there so I was able to make sure it made it to the right dealership this time at least....
What are the Lemon Laws like up yer way ??
Doesn't apply. It's something like 3 times for the same problem in the first year...
It's more about the dealerships than the car, I think, but since I can't fix it myself... Chrysler used to give a shit about the whole 5 star thing - they don't anymore.
the super-long signatures that seem to have sprung up here recently.....
Doesn't apply. It's something like 3 times for the same problem in the first year...
It's more about the dealerships than the car, I think, but since I can't fix it myself... Chrysler used to give a shit about the whole 5 star thing - they don't anymore.
They are about to be bankrupt aren't they?
the super-long signatures that seem to have sprung up here recently.....
I don't know what the fuck you're on about
the super-long signatures that seem to have sprung up here recently.....
So you wouldn't approve of my next idea to put my posts in my sig and my sig in the post space.
So, I'm at work. A rare Saturday opening. The guy at the front desk has had maybe 3 students come in. I'm on pager duty, meaning if the bookstore needs help they page me. So far...nuttin'.
I don't really mind, but the one thing I was going to be able to work on I can't do because the site is down for upgrades.
So, people, make me laugh. GO!
Tickle your ass with a feather? :blush:
Henry, I fully support your right to kill yourself slowly because it's pleasurable to you. :D Just don't be blowing smoke in my face. (unless it's not tobacco...)
Just don't be blowing smoke in my face.
(((never! i am the most polite of smokers... ;) )))
(unless it's not tobacco...)
(((HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)))
Really loud people irritate me.
People who stroll casually on walkways and corridors, two or three abreast, blocking my fucking way. There are times of the day that are especially busy in campus walkways and corridors. It doesn;t take a genius to realise some people might be in a hurry. Who is so unaware of themselves in the world that they don't realise they and their mates are blocking the way entirely?
Pisses me off in town too. Again, who is so unaware of themseves in the world that they don't realise that they and their three friends take up the entire fucking pavement?
Why do people walk so damned slow anyway?
Yes, it is pretty irritating how unaware some people are of their surroundings.
It winds me the fuck up. It's one of the few things that bypasses my capacity for patience entirely.
Heh. A cow orker and I were going to do an information session, and she was pushing a cart full of materials down the hallway. People were milling about, almost running into her, and I said "I'm amazed how many people are completely oblivious to the fact that other people inhabit the planet." A student walking ahead of us turned to me and just very knowingly nodded her head in agreement.
Heh. A cow orker and I were going to do an information session, and she was pushing a cart full of materials down the hallway. People were milling about, almost running into her, and I said "I'm amazed how many people are completely oblivious to the fact that other people inhabit the planet." A student walking ahead of us turned to me and just very knowingly nodded her head in agreement.
I noticed this especially last quarter, after befriending a young lady with cerebral palsy in my literature class. You'd think that people would want to be helpful to someone in a wheelchair, get out of the way, help them with doors, etc. and not behave like those mentioned above with the cart-pusher. Not so. How incredibly annoying it must be to deal with that every friggin' day of your LIFE.
Me, I get mad when I am walking along a sidewalk and have to get out of everyone's way as I pass them, and not the other way around. People act like others are invisible.
You know when this is especially annoying? When people walk along a path, at least adults generally follow road traffic rules - they stay on the right side (in the US that is :)). So that when you're approaching someone coming the other way, there's rarely a last-second shuffle about who's going to pass on which side. Yeah, except for people who don't do this and instead walk smack in the middle, leaving you to play a game of chicken with them to see who's going to get out of the way first. Why does walking down the road have to be some kind of social challenge?
This reminds me of one of my pet peeves about driving. I hate those folks who pass other cars just to be passing other cars, not because those cars are going too slow or anything. They drive like they're in some kind of race. I don't care where you're going, you will never be the first one there. :rolleyes:
Dealing with sidewalk blockers is easy if you are heading toward each other. You just walk up to them, and if they don't move out of your way, you come to a stop and force them to walk around you. (Just make sure you are as far to the right as possible when you do this, so you don't come across as a sidewalk hogger yourself.) I refuse on principle to step off a sidewalk to let a group coming from the opposite direction continue merrily blocking the entire path.
If you are heading in the same direction though, and the blockers are walking slower than you and are in front of you, you're pretty much fucked. Not much you can do without coming across as an impatient jerk.
Trip one of them and walk over their back. problem solved and they'll certainly move out of your way next time.
I've been known to say, "Red rover, red rover...". After a second or two, someone will suddenly whirl around to look at me, and I take advantage of the gap. I bet the sidewalk blockers are the same as those who block aisles in supermarkets.
This reminds me of one of my pet peeves about driving. I hate those folks who pass other cars just to be passing other cars, not because those cars are going too slow or anything. They drive like they're in some kind of race. I don't care where you're going, you will never be the first one there. :rolleyes:
How about the people that take offense to being passed, or try to not let you pass them... blows my mind. I've been behind people going 5-15 mph below the speed limit, but you come to a passing zone and they want to freakin race - or lay on their horn and high beam you for the crime of wanting to go a little faster than they were. I'm not judging you, I'm passing you, get the fuck over it.
Also, on small roads with no lines in the middle... why does that become a free for all with everyone trying to take their half in the center?
And moms with those giant ass baby movers the size of minivans.... why do they tend to walk thru the doorway of places and then just stop, blocking the whole place up so they can fix baby's hat or whatever... gtfo!
Why do people walk so damned slow anyway?
Its that metabolism thing
How about the people that take offense to being passed, or try to not let you pass them... blows my mind. I've been behind people going 5-15 mph below the speed limit, but you come to a passing zone and they want to freakin race - or lay on their horn and high beam you for the crime of wanting to go a little faster than they were. I'm not judging you, I'm passing you, get the fuck over it.
How bout when you finally try to pass them they speed up and get all pissy and try to not lewt you pass....WTH?
you come to a passing zone and they want to freakin race
How bout when you finally try to pass them they speed up
Just to play devil's advocate here, it's natural to speed up in the passing zones, even for slow drivers. The passing zones are usually straight and wide, so it's safer to go fast there. Just because they speed up in the passing zone doesn't mean they are trying to race you or are being passive aggressive. They are just driving faster in an area where they think it's safe to do so.
If you're not aware of the other cars on the road and vary your speed by 20-30mph because you're scared to go around corners, you're doing it wrong. Get out of the car and throw your keys in the bushes.
Obviously I'm not talking about the same drivers you're talking about glatt. People have literally raced me when I'm passing them. That's fucked up and dangerous.
That's the problem with playing devil's advocate. You're advocating TEH DEBBIL! :o
About blocking the aisle with a shopping cart--here's a new thing I've noticed, the people who block an entire shelf as though they are guarding it while they alone are browsing its contents. This happened to me recently in the greeting card aisle. There was some holiday coming up - V-day maybe - and this woman had maneuvered her cart so that she was the only one that could access the entire section of holiday cards. And unless she was deaf, she ignored anyone who said "excuse me" so everyone else had to just wait for her to pick out her card.
It's happened in other places too - say, in front of all the soup cans, or all the steaks in the meat dept. - I swear these people are deliberately placing their cart so as to block competition while they make their selections.
Ah, never mind me. I just hate people. There are just so damn many assholes out there it's hard to bitch about just one group or action. :)
Just to play devil's advocate here, it's natural to speed up in the passing zones, even for slow drivers. The passing zones are usually straight and wide, so it's safer to go fast there. Just because they speed up in the passing zone doesn't mean they are trying to race you or are being passive aggressive. They are just driving faster in an area where they think it's safe to do so.
I was referring to people who do 50 -55 on the highway and refuse to get out of the left lane even when there is a trail of cars behind them.
( I edited my post and cut way too much out)
I have a headache and an hour to go. Then I get to deal with bad interstate drivers as discussed in this thread. Late days suck.
Ah, never mind me. I just hate people. There are just so damn many assholes out there it's hard to bitch about just one group or action.
Amen, sister! :lol:
Trip one of them and walk over their back. problem solved and they'll certainly move out of your way next time.
bwahahahahahahahahahaaa.
I think it comes down to manners and ettiquette. No one has them anymore or knows the meaning of the word. Politeness has gone away from society and been replaced by self-absorbed, self-important egotism.
...Ah, never mind me. I just hate people. There are just so damn many assholes out there it's hard to bitch about just one group or action. :)
Me too. :D hell, if someone is blocking my way, I'll say excuse me, but if they don't move the fuck out of my way, I WILL bulldoze my way through them. I just have NO TOLERANCE for that shit. I try to be observant and aware of my surroundings, and it is extremely rude of people who seem to not give a shit. So in return, I choose not to give a shit if they don't let me pass and I have to be rude back.
Dumb arse oblivious pedestrians have been pissing me off lately as well.
I sometimes do a "warning bump" - let my bag bump into them, or bump their bag, something like that, just to let them know they're ina crowded public place, but never forceful enough that I couldn't insist it was an accident.
Yesterday I was pushing a trolley along a wide but busy footpath, and the temptation to nip a few ankles was terribly strong. I managed to resist.
I just hate people. There are just so damn many assholes out there it's hard to bitch about just one group or action. :)
You may be on to something... I'll have to give this one some thought.
The worst are the people meandering around like zombie pinballs, talking on their cell phones. If people can't even walk while talking on those things, imagine how distracted they are while driving.
Facebook. We had a great April Fool's day prank lined up, FB (and an unforetold business trip) foiled it.
call centers operated by poor English speakers who treat me like I'm the one with the problem. Which of course I am really....
So I bought a pretty robin egg blue springy sweater last night, and just had to wear it today.
Immediately got coffee on it. Tide To Go just spreads the stain around.
Sigh, I suck as a girl. :p
I'm sorry about your sweater. I really am.
But, could you post a pic? I promise nobody will laugh.
Number One: I don't have my camera with me.
Number Two: uh, no.
:lol:
You really can't see the spot now unless you're looking for it. See? No, closer...closer...
I have an afro. Damn humidity.
A Pic Pie , Or it NEVER HAPPENED !!!!
It's definitely a 'Shop-Op for some clever Dwellar.
Doh Tiki. Hope you feel better soon m'dear.
[eta] wearing a pastel or white top is just a way of guaranteeing i'll spill coffee.
Thanks! I was hoping it was just allergies, but no. :neutral:
I am babying myself in the hopes that I'll be well enough to go canoeing on Sunday.
I'm having trouble sewing today.
I am trying to sew a half inch wide ribbon trim down the front of a pair of sweat pants legs, right where the crease would be on a pair of dress pants.
I am having trouble because the bulk of the pants leg (pant leg?) bunches up considerably as I get farther along. I tried only sewing halfway from each end and I get a hump in the middle. Unacceptable. Twice now I have sewn the leg together for a few stitches. It's pretty aggravating.
Pin the ribbon in place before you begin sewing.
Also, try easing up the foot pressure if you can.
Thanks, both of you. I'm done now. I was mostly done by the time my frustration level had risen to the level justifying a post here. Your suggestions are good ones. I didn't bother with the pins; I've had mixed results with them, not holding the parts where I want them better than my fingers, and I often hit the pins with the needle and I've broken about four needles this way so far. That is mildly irritating as well.
As for the foot pressure adjustment, I'll just tell you plainly, I don't know how to do that, or if it is even possible with my machine. I have stitch width, top thread tension, needle position (L C R), stitch length and reverse. And power. Oh and bobbing winding mode. There are no other controls. There are adjustments that can be made with tools, like screwdrivers for needle replacement and foot changing... but I don't see something like a foot pressure modulator (that sounds like something Marvin The Martian would have...).
Regardless, behold!
Uh, are you going to wear those? I mean like in public? :unsure:
No.
Those are the pants for SonofV's costume. I will be wearing overalls, mostly.
Whew, I'm so relieved it's a costume. :lol2:
Thread coming soon, webalbum created but under construction.
foot pressure adjustment same as gas pedal in car. ease up = go slower = more control
many sewing machines have a little foot pressure crank on top.
Pins, you remove as you get close, and you use manual tension to keep the fabrics aligned between pins
It looks like you did well anyway, congratulations!
This morning, irritated because:
1. My friend I'm supposed to go canoeing with drank too much last night and is sick,
2. My housemate who promised to babysit still isn't awake,
3. I was going to go ply aforementioned friend with bananas and Gatorade and see if I can make him well enough to canoe, but I can't leave because housemate isn't up.
Thanks for the tip about the pins, Tiki. Of course, it makes perfect sense. Now. I was right about your clue about the foot pressure--my machine has none. I did use pins on another long (50") straight seam last night. Dodged every one. In fact I didn't even remember to take them out until I hit one with the iron! Damn, this jacket is looking good. I'll clean up the album this morning.
As for your scrubbed canoe trip... won't your kids wake your housemate at the appropriate time? :rolleyes: Just kidding. Too bad about the canoing though...
That sucks Tik. Disappointing.
I ended up going downstairs and telling my housemate that I was leaving, and she got up. I brought my poor sick friend a bunch of get-well stuff, and watched him puke a few times, then I went out to the canoe launch and just goofed around and looked at turtles and took pictures, and then I got a call from another friend and went and hung out, and took my smallest daughter to a BBQ, so I had a pretty good day after all. :)
Plus, I have a line on a cute used kayak for cheap!
I would love to get a used canoe. (Kayaks are cool too, but I'm more comfortable when I can bend my knees -- and that means a bench seat.)
Too cool!
Uh, are you going to wear those? I mean like in public? :unsure:
bwahahahahahaaa
It looks like the kayak is about to be mine! I call at 12:30 to make sure it's still available. It's a 3-year-old Liquidlogic Stingray, they retail for $700 and she's asking $200. Wish me luck!
Also, literally the day that I decide that I'm pretty happy with the status quo and I like my little platonic boyfriend and I like the potentially non-platonic guy I'm dating and MIGHT even someday consider the girlfriend word, I get a text from the ex-who-I'm-not-over... he wants to hang out this evening. I should say no, but hope springs eternal... at the very least, maybe I can give him his overdue birthday present and get my laptop back.
Orlistat makes my poo smell like cat poo.
Mildly irritating yesterday.
Went to 3 stores (CVS, Safeway, and CVS) looking for Peeps. All were sold out. Not gonna drive all around town looking for a store that still has them. Don't care enough. But seriously, it's still 6 days until Easter and the Peeps are already gone? wtf?
The Peeps are already gone? wtf?
Good riddance.
On my current program, someone went and bought PAL cameras, instead of NTSC. wtf??
They even sell PAL cameras in Maryland? What for?
Naw, these are special order from a U.S. tech company. Not a consumer product.
Mildly irritating yesterday.
Went to 3 stores (CVS, Safeway, and CVS) looking for Peeps. All were sold out. Not gonna drive all around town looking for a store that still has them. Don't care enough. But seriously, it's still 6 days until Easter and the Peeps are already gone? wtf?
The Target in my area had bucketloads of them on sale. Try there?
Today: constant whining.
I can't process this statement. It's in the same class as "Today: Earth rotates" or "Today: Gravity at work."
I told the ex-I'm-not-over that I don't want to see him anymore, and that I was wrong about being able to be friends.
Distressing, but probably the best thing you could have done, Tiki,
It is... I hate it, but I'll get over it.
Tomorrow (OK, today, it's after midnight) my office is closed for Good Friday.
I'm going in anyway... it was the best time to have our PBX vendor run some updates on our phone system. Only a couple or three hours, but somebody has to babysit the place while non-employees are there, and it's possible they'll need technical info from me.
[Bonus mildly annoying, or perhaps WTF. I announced the outage to all employees via email earlier this week. I got several replies to the tune of "I don't think it'll be a problem, because we're closed on Friday." Umm... thanks for the support... you do realize I scheduled it for an off day on purpose, right?]
--snip--
Umm... thanks for the support... you do realize I scheduled it for an off day on purpose, right?]
I can't process this statement. You forgot to raise your sarcasm flag. Theirs is not to understand why, theirs is to do and cry.
I dropped my sugar bowl. It shattered on the kitchen floor and sugar went EVERYWHERE.
I seem to drop things a lot lately.
I can't process this statement. It's in the same class as "Today: Earth rotates" or "Today: Gravity at work."
You're so right. :o
I'm bored, a bit hungry, and a bit hungover. More just tired hungover than sick hungover.
Theirs is not to understand why, theirs is to do and cry.
Or, not do and cry.
Or, not do and cry.
The guy who runs the cafe near my office said something cool today. (He's always giving me discounts on coffee, the scamp.) I had said that the place was my little utopia in the middle of hell. We were laughing, he is always joking with people. He said "I have fun no matter what I'm doing." I replied that I find that refreshing and he said "You know, I was in the hospital when I was 19 and lost my leg. I realized then that life is what you make it. You can sit around and boo-hoo or get on with it."
What a great and inspiring attitude he has: something I need to remember in my boo-hoo moments.
No shit, you ƒuckin' crybaby.
Bite me, crazy ass mudderplucker.
And I pale by many comparisons.
On my current program, someone went and bought PAL cameras, instead of NTSC. wtf??
What WERE they thinking?
{{{{{{{Tiki}}}}}}} I hope things start looking up for you very soon.
Thanks. :)
I have all these fears about not being able to fall in love with anyone else, ever, or of never finding anyone who works as well with me as he does. Did. Could have. Whatever.
I know they're irrational, but they still bother me.
I understand. Trust me. ;)
I know it's hard right now, but it will get better. You may never completely lose the love you have for this person, and that is not necessarily a bad thing, but you will be able to love again when the right person comes along.
My arms are all scratched up. But on the plus side, almost all of the 16 strings of winter festive lights are now unwound from the tree in the front yard.
My housemate doesn't like to clean out her lunch containers and often stockpiles them in a mystery place until they're good and moldy. Then she cleans them all out at once and runs them through the dishwasher. Although the containers, which are mine, are glass, the smell and taste of mold never comes out of the plastic lids, so if you are unwary and store anything in them, it will taste like mold within 24 hours.
The result of this is that my tuna-fish sandwich tastes strongly of mold. :(
Geez Tiki. I would have to have a good talk with her about that. There are some things a roomie should not have to deal with, and this is one of them.
I feel a little barfy now, but I know it's purely psychological, since the lid was technically sterile.
I have since thrown it away, and now have a nice 1-quart glass bowl. I wonder if I can get replacement lids?
You should make her replace them, since it's her fault. I know I would.
Thanks Sugarpop, but this is actually not a thing that bothers me that much... I just need to be more careful about sniffing the lids before I use them! I will eventually just go ahead and get new containers. Trust me, there are other things that are much worse... like the cat-pee-scented squalor in the basement. :lol:
Let me just say, my housemate is an incredibly beautiful, highly intelligent, remarkably talented and VERY ECCENTRIC young woman.
The cop shooting range is within earshot; I'm not that close to it but noise travels especially on a river. On the nice weekends, I get to hear "bang, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..." all day long.
Why can't they get a noise wall like they have on the interstates so people living nearby can have some peace and quiet?
I have a cop shooting range directly across from my house. When it bothers me (which is rarely), I grab some weapons and join them.
The WTF about this one is that it is inside the city limits. Imagine that. This area is sparsely populated, however.
In my city, cop shooting is illegal.
Seems like I am always about 7 pages behind in my cellar new post reading. I'll never catch up.
In my city, cop shooting is illegal.
:lol: We're really progressive. Not.
my comp is in for repair. Easter bastarding weekend. Won't get it back til Tuesday.
Looks like might need a new hard disc. Fortunately, and the reason this is in the irritated thread rather than the pissed off thread...looks like they can save the data...as in 4000 words of my dissertation, and all my dissertation notes.
Much of it was backed up on my uni M drive. But I can't access desktop anywhere on this laptop, and even if I could, I havent backed up data since I was at 1900 words...some of the notes were backed up, some not.
Anyway. bit of a pisser.
Eek. Glad they can save your dissertation.
In my city, cop shooting is illegal.
:lol2:
Oh brilliant. just fecking brilliant. My laptop powerpack has blown. I have about an hour's worth of power on this thing....and a whole day of work to do. I am going to have to print off whta I have so far before it dies and then move onto writing by hand in a note book. How bloody annoying. I can't write half so fluidly by hand. For fuck sake. I am cursed. I have like 6 days to get the first draft finished and could really do without this bullshit.
*sighs*
Won't be able to get my comp back until Wednesday. It'll be ready tomorrow, but i don't get paid til Weds, to cover the repair charge.
Grrrr.
Spam getting past gmail. Gmail is really good at filtering spam, but once in a while some clever spam-monkey figures out a new way to get past the filters.
Wow really? I've had my gmail account for 5 years or so and have never had a spam email make it to my inbox. I usually get 3-4 a day in the spam folder. Today I had 18. Thought that was odd.
There was a misunderstanding between me talking to H about my prescription, who talked to J, who faxed it through to my GP, who signed it off and printed it out.
I wanted Citalopram and Trazadone.
Last prescription for Citalopram was for 14 tablets. This one was for only 7 (why?)
Last prescription for Trazadone was for 50mg daily - I asked for an increase and was told I could get one. I got 50mg again, and only 7 tablets.
I also got vitamin B tablets FOR THREE MONTHS?! despite understanding that I only needed them while I was officially on detox. Three weeks since I last touched alcohol suggests to me that my body is probably into recovery right now.
And I can't get an appointment with my own GP until Tueday week.
So I have to call up and go through it all with a receptionist Monday morning, in order to get an appointment with another GP, then go through it all with him/ her.
I should have checked there and then, but I had to wait 15 minutes because they'd lost the first script somewhere between it being signed and me turning up, so I was already stressed just because things weren't going to plan. I didn't check til after I got home from the pharmacy - directly opposite the doctors - and by then the practice was shut.
It sounds silly, but these sort of things make me really anxious.
Why do they only give you scripts for only a week at a time??? It just doesn't sound practical.
Having had a chance to think it through while I was typing that up, I think it might be something to do with budgets.
The first Trazodone was written on a script from the centre I was at.
I think they expected me to go to my GP to continue with it.
But although I showed my GP the script that day, I hadn't yet had it filled, so obviously she didn't need to prescribe me more.
No-one told me that I needed to see my GP for a continuation of the medication, I assumed the psychiatrist at the centre would see me again before discharge.
So I think the new instructions were based on what the centre had on file for me previously. And although it was being issued by the GP practice (who usually supply things on a monthly basis) they adhered to the amounts specified.
I'll sort it out Monday. I'm just grumpy because joined up healthcare for people with complex needs (me, apparently) is supposed to stop the patient having to do this.
Gawd I cannot take trazadone. It gives me horrific nightmares.
I have to take it, I will not sleep without it. I might doze off but then wake up around 2am feeling like I have a live wire plugged into me and wont get back to sleep. I rarely remember my dreams on it.
I take ambien, along with other natural teatments, like valarian, melatonin or tryptophan. I'm not taking ambien right now. I have to stop every now and then because it stops working.
If you're going to use a damned robocaller, use one that's smart enough not to spout 90% of your message at my voice mail greeting, leaving nothing but your phone number after the beep.
I've been awake for two days straight now trying to get all my coursework done and turned in. One more long night tonight, 4 papers to do and email before it gets real late, and then I might actually get to sleep some thursday night. Gotta love the end of the semester.
I've been awake for two days straight now trying to get all my coursework done and turned in. One more long night tonight, 4 papers to do and email before it gets real late, and then I might actually get to sleep some thursday night. Gotta love the end of the semester.
Not much longer! You can tough it out I'm sure. Good luck.
I've got to make it through the end of the semester too, starting with trying to make it through a big fat horrible test tomorrow.
Good luck, Moar.
Hang in there Bullitt :)
Stupid ass neighbor - he's such a prick. He lives behind me and has a freakin' chair sitting at the edge of his yard facing my backyard. Soo much history here. His stupid dog attacked mine, in my yard - 400.00 freakin bucks. And says my dog is teasing his, right. Mine's an ankle bitter and he has a blue healer. My dog doesn't even go into his yard and is only outside, if we are.
You don't want to shoot a man with a .22 cal.
I'll loan you my .50.
But you'll have to promise not to bring it back.
Not much longer! You can tough it out I'm sure. Good luck.
I've got to make it through the end of the semester too, starting with trying to make it through a big fat horrible test tomorrow.
Thanks, I know I can stick it out just gotta do what needs done no two ways about it. Especially now that I have my cap and gown!
Hour 61 with no sleep right now... my eyes keep defocusing on the computer screen, makes typing and switching from reading text on screen to text in a book on the desk, and back to the computer again, not so much fun.
Thanks, I know I can stick it out just gotta do what needs done no two ways about it. Especially now that I have my cap and gown!
Hour 61 with no sleep right now... my eyes keep defocusing on the computer screen, makes typing and switching from reading text on screen to text in a book on the desk, and back to the computer again, not so much fun.
Then maybe your time would be better spent getting a bit of sleep, rather than playing around on the cellar.;)
[COLOR="White"]I know you are because I'm internet stalking you.[/COLOR]
You don't want to shoot a man with a .22 cal.
I'll loan you my .50.
THIS is why I love the cellar! :)
I figure the 22 would be annoying enough to make him go away without leaving any permanent incriminating damage.
While using either of those methods would no doubt be ideal, I think I would get more satisfaction out of using my fist. Of course, he wouldn't tell he got beat up by a girl.
While using either of those methods would no doubt be ideal, I think I would get more satisfaction out of using my fist. Of course, he wouldn't tell he got beat up by a girl.
I love that!
Then maybe your time would be better spent getting a bit of sleep, rather than playing around on the cellar.;)
[COLOR="White"]I know you are because I'm internet stalking you.[/COLOR]
Well excuse me for wanting to relieve my brain from musings about radical feminism, Ohio's canal system, criticism of post-modern historical discourse, and other completely enthralling subjects.. ma'am.
[COLOR="White"]So that was YOU looking through the basement window at me while I study, not old man Whithers![/COLOR]
[COLOR="White"]She would've gotten away with it too...if it wasn't for those damn meddling kids![/COLOR]
You don't want to shoot a man with a .22 cal.
I'll loan you my .50.
But you'll have to promise not to bring it back.
okay
fyi - saw your pic in "cellar nsfw" - i'd go all Hannibal Lector on your ass.
oh yes!
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[SIZE="6"]OH YES! [/SIZE] [SIZE="7"]YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSStttttttttt.......[/SIZE]:blush:
my new gutter is dripping.
suck
Well excuse me for wanting to relieve my brain from musings about radical feminism, Ohio's canal system, criticism of post-modern historical discourse, and other completely enthralling subjects.. ma'am.
[COLOR="White"]So that was YOU looking through the basement window at me while I study, not old man Whithers![/COLOR]
I would have excused you, cept you didn't say "ma'am." Just disrespectful.
[COLOR="White"]
Naw wasn't me looking through, I've got cameras. [/COLOR]
oh yes!
[SIZE="4"]oh yes! [/SIZE]
[SIZE="6"]OH YES! [/SIZE] [SIZE="7"]YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSStttttttttt.......[/SIZE]:blush:
That good was it?
Found a bathing suit at Vic Secret but didn't order it last night and now the sale is over and they don't have my size anymore anyway.... freaking aggravating...
And I want to take my kids to see a play - it's sponsored by Peco and Target and an NEA grant, so why the fuck is it still going to cost me $70!?
Also, the person who I use to evaluate my kid's home schooling portfolios is not returning my calls for an appointment. C'mon lady! I want to get this over with!
My Dry Cleaners.
a couple weeks ago i noticed that i was missing a pair of pants. I asked them if they had them, and if they would look for them......they said they didn't have them the next week. So, today, I go pick my stuff up, and i get back two pairs of grey slacks. I own one pair. My black pants that I took are missing....and I've just noticed that there is some kind of greasy stiff spot on the sleeve of my shirt!
I'm going to kick their asses.
Damn lj, that really sucks.
Our dry cleaner shrank a bunch of my wool shit. I didn't think that was possible until I read up on dry cleaning and found out that if you are a numb nuts and you don't mix up the chems correctly you will shrink shit.
Fucktards.
I've got no eggs, so I can't do the baking I want to do, and I've got no potting mix, so I can't finish repotting the plants I want to plant.
Lucky for you all I have enough internet access to both you instead.
Our dry cleaner shrank a bunch of my wool shit. I didn't think that was possible until I read up on dry cleaning and found out that if you are a numb nuts and you don't mix up the chems correctly you will shrink shit.
Fucktards.
Are they going to compensate you for the items they've destroyed?
A Wife that wants to be involved on line but comes up with every excuse in the world NOT TO TRY . And gets Pissed and hurt when I do it for her . that is all
"A" wife, Zippy? Are you in Utah or something? ;)
Mildly irritating me is the need to mark students' tests in informal/applied logic. We went over this stuff many times, did two practise tests in class, discussed and explained the answers, and some kids appear not to have a #$%&ing CLUE about how to even go about answering the questions. Some of my students are good, but some are just a waste of my time and their daddy's money.
I had a coat that I absolutely loved in highschool. Warmest thing ever besides my letterman's jacket. It was down-filled...and it was WHITE.
It's the only thing I've ever had dry-cleaned in my entire life, because it's the only item of clothing I cared enough to pay to have cleaned...and they MELTED IT...BIG GOBS OF PLASTICY FEATHERS AND ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH
They said that sometimes items "wash incorrectly" depending on how they're made, and refused that they had done anything wrong.
I miss my coat.
at least they didnt steal your pants!
im going there in the morning. i plan to kick ass and take names. I want my pants!
get my pants, bitch!
this
Maybe you should try a plain cucumber. Without the pickling process, I expect it'd be much less likely to cause irritation.
Dry cleaning uses some fairly nasty chemicals and the fumes can stay a while.
The lady next door had cancer a while ago and her doctor recommended that she reduce the number of days she wore clothes that had been dry cleaned and that she let dry cleaned clothes air out before wearing them.
If anyone is stealiing Razz's pants, I want in.
So to speak. :D
Don't you have casual Fridays so you can show them what they are missing? ;)
No, but we go out and get uncorporately drunk occasionally, and I introduced them to vertically challenged pr0n ...so its coming.
I was playing yet another game of DeepLeap (I can't seem to break 1,000) and managed to get my RL first name - cleared the board, too. Woohoo! And then i noticed that I could get "Cellar" from the next batch of letters, and I started typing so fast to get it in so I could post it here that I typo'ed and messed the whole thing up. :(
at least they didnt steal your pants!
im going there in the morning. i plan to kick ass and take names. I want my pants!
get my pants, bitch!
i went there yesterday, and returned whoever's grey pants, and they had my black ones. as for the other pair they lost....they gave me $50 store credit. I'm mollified, i suppose. still....they better get that stain out of my shirt.
Store called demanding I tell them why their controller pc keeps having problems. 3rd time last few months. Annoying I understand, but its not a constant problem, it gets fixed, works for awhile and then goes down again. A tech was out there today and will replace a part when it gets in, so that might fix the issue for good. Store is still calling demanding to know why the controller keeps having issues and that it needs to be fixed permanently.
We're workin on it bud, thats why a tech was out and we ordered a part to be replaced. How hard is that to understand?
Train I was riding in this morning broke down. Brakes seized. It stopped, and the lights and ventilation went out at the same time in the entire train. With no power, there were no announcements, but the driver walked through a couple times and said they were working on it. Other train traffic was diverted around us, so we saw all those lighted trains occasionally going by as I stood there in the dark for half an hour with hundreds of other people.
Eventually, they released the brakes and the train limped back to the previous station. Had to walk the length of the train to go out the only open door. And then, of course, our broken train had caused major delays on the line, so it was another half hour before I could squeeze onto a train.
I'm over an hour late for work, and feel like I put in a full day already.
Fios is finally available in my neighborhood. (Can you say 20/5 internet?) The installation is scheduled for Monday.
After carefully examining the options, we decided to go with a Tivo rather than the Motorola boxes rented by Verizon. Our Tivo arrived yesterday. And it's dead. (It started up fine, but it barfed halfway through the setup process and refused to boot up again.)
The new one will not be here till Monday. This means we may have to reschedule the installation. "Oh, boo hoo, Steve has to wait for the new stuff." In the grand scheme of things, it's completely trivial. But on a more mundane level, I'd already made arrangements to be off from work Monday, and changing things on such short notice would be challenging.
(The delivery itself is annoying. The first unit was ordered on Monday, shipped on Tuesday from Harrisburg, PA, and arrived on Wednesday. The replacement was ordered on Wednesday and shipped on Thursday--from Indianapolis!! If it had come from Harrisburg like the first one, we'd have it tomorro.)
damn amazon and their "buy with one-click" ways!
Fie on them~!
I was too busy to go to the grocery store yesterday. Started a strict diet today and had nothing to eat but an orange this AM. I'm so hungry, and irritated at myself for not shopping yesterday.
I'm sure you know this, but shopping while irritated or, better yet, irritated and hungry, is a recipe for trouble!
as is shopping with the munchies...
the implacable inexorable clock
I just burnt my mouth tasting the soup I'm making for dinner.
My GPA is lower than I would like it to be. I have one final grade to be taken into account, I'm hoping it'll be an "A" and raise my GPA atleast a little. Oh and I still have to find out why I have a hold on finacial aid.
More than mildly irritating, but not flat-out upsetting: A hard disk that was causing enough trouble to hose up the mail server, but not enough that the server would just ignore it and use the spare instead.
I went to go put on Minifob's epsom salt lotion... and discovered I apparently have a small cut on one of my fingers. OMFG burning like an incendiary device.
I know it is really trivial but I really wish my client didn't feel the need to go out of his way to show me his crap bag (his term) every time he came to my office.
There is a boundary being crossed there somewhere...
Yeah, isn't crap-bag a euphemism for large intestine?
Client? What the hell kind of business are you working in?
Oh, well, that makes it okay, then. :right:
Oh, well, that makes it okay, then. :right:
:lol2:
I weighed myself when I got up.
Tomorrow is weigh in day, but I do lilke a sneaky peek to make sure there are no nasty surprises.
I was a little suspicious - according to the scales I'd lost 4lbs. 2 of them overnight.
I figured I was dehydrated (my sleeping tablets plus the fact that it's hot as your hat here) so just to compare, I weighed myself after breakfast too.
Breakfast was a cup of tea, a tall glass of water - to head off the supposed dehydration - and a small bowl of mini shredded wheat with skimmed milk.
I put on 4lbs!
Now I'm not seriously worried. I know the difference can only be the weight of what I ingested. And even if I don't lose any weight this week it is a minor blip, the downward trend will simply continue next week instead.
But honestly. 4lbs!
I had a 4lb breakfast.
It's ridiculous.
Now I have to try to have a 4lb poo :)
Ummm.... good luck with that, Sundae.
Was there much variation in the clothes you were wearing, SG?
Water is 8.33 lbs/gal, so an 8 ounce glass would be a little over half a pound.
How much does a haircut take off?
Official weigh-in this morning... only lost a pound.
So I guess a haircut doesn't take off much weight after all!
Pie - I was in exactly the same clothes. I literally got up from the table and back on the scales.
I will continue to experiment with pre and post breakfast weights, as I am intrigued.
It could also be your scale. I've noticed that when my scale is in one particular spot of the bathroom floor, the floor isn't quite level and it rocks almost imperceptibly. If you weigh yourself rocked to one side or the other, the difference is always 4 pounds, ironically enough.
I did think about that, but they have laminate down in the hall, and it's dead flat.
Still, constant vigilance will be my watchword. Watchwords.
And yes Ducks, I made lentil curry last night, so I have had a number of poos today.
I await the further results.
Water is 8.33 lbs/gal, so an 8 ounce glass would be a little over half a pound.
Water is one kilogramme per litre. So a 500 ml glass is exactly 500 gms.
Bloody peasant. :p
Life would be better if we all got on the metric system.
What? And deprive the rest of the world an opportunity to make fun of Americans? Where's the fun in that?
But then it's all "MKS rules!" and the other guys are like "cgs all the way, dude!" and then there's a fight. :headshake
Besides, then what excuse would we have for crashing space probes into alien planets?
Contractors. They're always good to take the fall.
Contractors. They're always good to take the fall.
Especially in the world of war.:mad:
Same breakfast as yesterday.
Only a 2lb weight gain today though.
And a 1lb loss overnight - bringing me to the weight I expected to be yesterday.
Hnh. I think I will get tired of this quickly.
The good news is that seeing myself jump back up to 15 7 every morning is having a salutary effect on my exercise habits - I daren't risk it being my official weight mext Monday, so I'm making a real effort.
My dad has a cousin who often forwards him chain emails. They range from useless to inflammatory to right-wing conspiracy nattering.
For reasons I have yet to determine, Dad usually turns around and sends them to me. So it was that several years ago I got one that claimed the FCC was getting ready to ban all religious broadcasting in the US, and that we should join Dr. James Dobson of Focus on the Family to fight this action.
Normally I just delete & ignore these emails, but in this case I felt compelled to reply. I sent a brief note explaining that this story was bogus, and included a link to a statement on the Focus on the Family web site that said it was bogus.
This evening he sent me another copy of the same email. :smack:
I have a friend (also a dwellar) who sends me tons of forwards also. HUGE files. I would never hurt his feelings by asking him to stop. Some (most) of the files are interesting. What kills me is if I want to share the files, like good pics, in the Cellar, when I download them they are in html format. When I open the files after downloading, they look like computer gibberish, ie: lots of letters and numbers instead of the image. And huge. I could handle it if I knew how to use them some way, but once I get them I wind up just deleting. I reckon I need to take some computer courses.
my Jack Russel Terrier. She's a terrorist. She makes long distance phone calls in the night to suspicious places and has a Death to Amerika! sign on her pillow.
Actually, she's cute as all hell. :D
I hope she's calling collect, Brianna. :haha:
I got a little too much sun yesterday. I feel somewhat feverish this AM. Thinking of taking a personal.
Bri, you have a Jack Russel Terrorist.
In a previous incarnation, he was a Hijack Russel.
Before that, he was wanted for cattle theft. [COLOR="Wheat"] You know, rustling.[/COLOR]
Bri, you have a Jack Russel Terrorist.
In a previous incarnation, he was a Hijack Russel.
Before that, he was wanted for cattle theft. [COLOR="Wheat"] You know, rustling.[/COLOR]
I always wonder how people come up with such amusing things to say. I wish I were this entertaining. I'm not zen, and that's what is mildly irritating me today. :p
@SG- don't get hung up on a pound or two! A woman's weight fluctuates alot with hormones, water, ect. Have you measured your waist/hips/thighs? I would suggest a much better way to estimate your progress is by the change in your measurements. Weight can be very deceiving. By the way, don't remember if I said this already, but your last set of pics are very lovely.
Also, Sundae, another thing to consider is that if you've also upped your exercise (heakthy walks etc) you'll probably build up your muscles, which weigh heavier than fat cells.
Yeah, what they said.
You are responsible for your actions, not their outcomes. If you've done the right thing, to the best of your ability, stop worrying. :comfort:
MTP, that's just borderline schizophrenia.
I think Sundae's irritation is more about variable inconsistent reading from her scales than any actual weight gain.
Domain name registrations that almost lapsed. And my husband ignoring the emails warning him of such...
MTP, that's just borderline schizophrenia.
Hmm, I thought I took medicine for that...guess it must be a different me that does.
:lol:
Actually, I was suggesting * I * have borderline schizophrenia - excessive punning is one of the early symptoms.
I agreed to stay late. I wish I weren't so agreeable.
:lol:
Actually, I was suggesting * I * have borderline schizophrenia - excessive punning is one of the early symptoms.
Is it really? I may have a problem.
Anyway: my more-than-mild irritation (though less than upsetting): annual reviews. (Even though it was actually yesterday.)
Got my annual review after six months. It went well, but I still have a problem with "well, you're fairly new and don't know all our procedures yet. They take that into consideration except that's why you didn't score higher there."
Shouldn't it all be relative? Do I know more than a newbie off the street would at 6 months? Well, yeah.
Eh, those things are fairly worthless, most of the time.
Got my annual review after six months.
Hmmm - I think that was a telling preface.
Just what are you trying to say, c-man? :eyebrow:
Not really... lots of places mandate an early review for new folks (where I am it's 90 days) to determine if the new hire is working out. The 90 days is considered a probationary period.
As they considered my position a "professional" position (whatever that means) there was no probationary period. That's the way they do it, anyway.
I think they just have to do them at the same time every year.
edit: I think annual raises hinge somewhat on the reviews. In my last job, the review process was rudimentary, and everyone got the same 3% no matter how badly you sucked...except for the years we got nothing, or 1%, because the finances sucked.
I am in awe of my own outrageous stupidity at times. Really. I am having one of those moments where I really do question any intellectual capacity that I thought I might have had. Don't worry, this is momentary...I will continue to delude myself with a false sense of lobal greatness tomorrow.
I irritate myself a little.
I reckon if you wanted us to know why, you'd have posted it. I'm curious.
[COLOR="Silver"].....slinks off and waits.........[/COLOR]
Got a whole bunch of new paintball stuff over the past week, found out my compressed air tank needs a hydrostatic test (pressure safety) and it's going to take two weeks to get it back. All my sweet new gear and it gets to just collect dust until I get my tank back, ugh.
You know how my system reacts to red jalapenos, right?
Yes you do, I told you in detail last time.
Well someone silly on this side of the screen had them again today.
And they are having a similar effect.
Ouchie.
My poor poop-chute. Irritating indeed. You could stick a corpse up my arse for a cremation.
I'm just sitting here. Just sitting, typing.
and sweating.
You know how my system reacts to red jalapenos, right?
Yes you do, I told you in detail last time.
Well someone silly on this side of the screen had them again today.
And they are having a similar effect.
Ouchie.
My poor poop-chute. Irritating indeed. You could stick a corpse up my arse for a cremation.
That sound like more than a mild irritation, SG. :eek:
A friend of my parents had a similar problem and someone suggested that having a big bowl of ice cream after the hot food might alleviate the symptoms.
The story goes that after one of these incidents his wife was walking past the bathroom and she heard, "Come on, ice cream."
Anyway, hope you feel better soon.
What's irritating me today is the fact that my brother and my father fundamentally can't communicate, and it is still my job after 20-odd years to translate between the two of them.
I feel for you Clod. There are relationships like that in my family too. I suspect it's fairly common actually.
Take heart though, at least they actually try to talk right?
I kind of wish they wouldn't. Not just not talk to each other--both of them could stand to not talk at all. :)
men who can't take a hint...oh well their loss, eh?
The weather. Hot, humid and thunderstormy.
Lucky you don't have to tolerate the weather in Ga., Pie.
Lucky you don't have to tolerate the weather in Ga., Pie.
I know, I know. I'm a defective Indian -- I hate hot weather and don't like rice. That's why they kicked me out. ;)
Lucky you don't have to tolerate the weather in Ga., Pie.
Tolerate! Dude I wouldn't change this weather for anything. Those who own snow shovels need not apply.
I know, I know. I'm a defective Indian -- I hate hot weather and don't like rice. That's why they kicked me out. ;)
My dad was born in India. I'd love to see his home town, but the climate wuld kill me off:P I am also not right fond of rice.
My nephew managed to crack the screen in his laptop. (It survived two tours in Iraq before this, so I guess he got his money's worth out of it.) As I noted in other threads, my parents came up to visit the weekend before last. It had been arranged that they would buy a new LCD screen for it ($90) and bring it and the laptop along, and I would install it.
When I started installing it, I discovered that the hinge on one side was loose--my dad had known this, but I had not been aware of it. As it happened, the hinge assembly on that side had broken, and the one piece was being held sort of in place just by the case. When I pried the case open to remove the damaged LCD, the broken hinge piece popped completely loose.
If we had been on top of this problem, we could have gotten replacement hinges and installed them at the same time as the LCD. Now my dad is going to make the attempt so he can take the laptop back to my nephew when they visit him this weekend. And I, of course, will provide remote advice from 500 miles. (He did watch me do the LCD, so that will help.)
I know, I know. I'm a defective Indian... and don't like rice. That's why they kicked me out. ;)
... I am also not right fond of rice.
I loved moving to Leicester and realising that the sub-continent was not all about rice. Bread, bread, and more bread. Bread, which as bread lover I never knew existed! Cholla, yeah, brioche, done it. But Indian people don't all eat naan or chapati? Dosa, paratha, roti, bhaturi... Oh bread heaven.
(And different types of noodles - never had any Chinese bread though - where's Billy?!)
And visiting Sri Lanka and experiencing the different climates in the hill country, which I know are duplicated in the (to me) unimaginably huge) vista of India.
Sorry bout your nephew's laptop, Sleeve :(
Plumbers that connect the water line that goes to the ice maker under the floor of the kitchen instead of under the kitchen sink - then they spring a leak.
Garage door openers that fall apart - literally.
Dogs that puke on that new rug that is laying next to the open door.
Getting a bill in the mail that has three more zeros on it than expected (it was a computer glitch).
Getting called by the furniture store and they tell you your bookcases are in. So you drive across town to get them and they tell you there has been a mistake; they're really not in.
Oh parathas and roti! There's a Roti house in the Asian part of town. *sighs * wonderful stuff.
My gran made the most amazing parathas. Mum makes them too. I never could get the hang of them. Chapatis i'm fine on (the world's easiest bread to make) and used to all but live on them for a while during my teens. I eat naans and chapatis far more often than I eat risen bread.
Actually, when I said I don't like rice, i was wrong. I don't really like plain boiled rice. I quite like a small portion of pilau (pilaf) rice; and egg fried rice I love.
then they spring a leak.
Ice makers are known for two things. Making ice, and springing leaks. I'm amazed that they don't come standard with drip pans and leak alarms.
At lunch last weekend, after listening to three people swap icemaker horror stories, I said, "I'm not sure I want to get a fridge with an icemaker. All I ever hear is people complaining about how often they have some kind of trouble and how hard they are to fix." The reply, in unison, "Oh, no, get one, they're great... you'll love it!!!!"
EARTHLINGS SUCK
I agree. I'm going back home.:eek:
Plumbers that connect the water line that goes to the ice maker under the floor of the kitchen instead of under the kitchen sink - then they spring a leak.
Garage door openers that fall apart - literally.
Dogs that puke on that new rug that is laying next to the open door.
Getting a bill in the mail that has three more zeros on it than expected (it was a computer glitch).
Getting called by the furniture store and they tell you your bookcases are in. So you drive across town to get them and they tell you there has been a mistake; they're really not in.
* makes madman a nice cup of tea/ beveridge of your choice *
Ahh, just one of those days.
Sometimes my browser page extends beyond my start bar so that I have to minimize the browser page to use it. I wish I knew how to make the browser page sit inside or above the start bar. Anyone know?
[SIZE="1"]( nevermind. I figured it out. Sheesh how long have I been a pc owner )[/SIZE]
Stupid competition stupid.
Although really, stupid Cherry stupid.
I mentioned ages back that I won a competition.
Via a newspaper, for a bra and shorts set from a website than specialises in buxom ladies.
Now I think I read details pretty carefully, but a number of winners (and there were not that many of us to start with!) misread things the same way I did - the prizes were only allocated from a small band of the sizes available.
No doubt getting rid of their lowest selling sizes, now I think of it.
First shock was not being able to get the shorts size I wanted.
But I figured I could slim into those - I'm a big fan of incentive clothing.
Then it turned out I couldn't get the right band size on my bra. Ditto the above.
BUT, I could only get a smaller band size with a larger cup size.
No way that's gonna happen - if my boobs shrink it's because everything is shrinking.
I'm not going to become a 36D without surgery.
And I can't even sell them on eBay because the buggers insist you have to use/ accept PayPal in order to sell. Which I can't use, not being allowed credit or debit cards.
And for me, the thing that tipped this from being a rankle into an irritation was that I was waiting for my lovely prize before taking another NSFW shot to highlight my ongoing weight loss. Now I have to wait until I have enough money to justify buying new underwear. Okay, I don't have to, but I was really excited about lovely, exciting, slightly too small incentive underwear.
Wish I'd never entered the competition, grumble grumble. What an old git I am ;)
Sundae: you can have a paypal account that links direct to your bank account. You just have to verify your account with them. takes a little while. You verify the account and then they deposit a random amount (a couple of pence usually) and when it shows on your statement you tellthem the amount they paid in.
I tried that when I lived in Leicester - it takes 21 days for money to clear. Which meant I paid in CASH - magical, can buy anything cash - and had to wait for three weeks before PayPal deigned to pass it on.
Then again... that was an issue I had as a buyer...
Thanks for the heads up, It must be different as a seller. Unless I have to deposit the fees three weeks before selling of course. But even that is less embarrassing than making people wait ages for payment.
Hey - that's seriously worth a look!
I have 3 x shoes, 1 x fur coat (high quality fake) and my expected underwear to sell. And I know Mum & Dad will come up with stuff over the next few months.
Well, that competition sure won them a happy loyal future customer, didn't it :right:
I ran my son's cell phone through the washer.
Apparently he left it in his shorts pocket and I didn't check them.
Great, mom.
Waiting to let it dry out and see if it still works, though I doubt it.
Teach him a lesson about leaving things in his pockets. Dang kids these days.
Remove the battery and let it dry out COMPLETELY. There is a thread here somewhere about this sorta thing....
If it is a nokia it'll work. You can drive a car over the old nokia phones and they'll still take a call.
Like Timex, it takes a licking and keeps on ticking. (Oh wait, that sounds sexual.)
Like Timex, it takes a licking and keeps on ticking. (Oh wait, that sounds sexual.)
Their sales would really take off if they developed one that would GIVE a licking.
This irritates the hell out of me:
Unless that little Chinese lady is taking care of the salad bar here, it sucks.
Ugly lettuce, old, funny flavored sunflower seeds, non-crunchy crunchy chinese noodles, warm and soggy cottage cheese. They haven't figured out how to fuck up the shredded cheddar yet, and I don't even eat the processed turkey cubelets because god knows what kind of botulism is hanging out on IT...grumble.
I enjoy eating this freaking crap day in and day out, I really do, but not when I spend 32 damn cents an ounce (and cottage cheese is heavy) and just threw it all in the trash.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr...Where's my little Chinese lady?
Heh... I used to go to the "sold by weight" salad bar at school everyday and get a huge plate full of just shredded cheese (which I would then put on my baked potato that did not come with anything but butter. WTF?) I got exactly $1.10 worth of cheese everyday, no pre-weighing. The lunch ladies thought I had superpowers, to be able to put just the right amount of cheese on the plate every time.
That's great. My lunch ladies wouldn't notice, probably.
Yeah, the gheys and the Chinese, now they know how to run a salad bar. It's in the details.
(Was that homist/racist?)
;)
I washed my son's phone many times, as long as it was off before the wash, and dried out before turning back on, we were all good...
SG, you can get size adjusters.. to add about 2 inches to the band of bras, so your 38 can be a 42 or add 2 and have a 46ish. They have them at some of the shops over here... if you can't get them over there, I could pick up one or two and ship them over.
I ran my son's cell phone through the washer.
Apparently he left it in his shorts pocket and I didn't check them.
Great, mom.
Waiting to let it dry out and see if it still works, though I doubt it.
"They" say to put it in a bowl of uncooked rice to dry it out. I just leave mine on the window sill for a few days. Don't turn it on until it is dried out.
Stupid competition stupid.
No doubt getting rid of their lowest selling sizes, now I think of it.
What a pisser. That happened to me one time with one of those "buy 2 get 1 free (by mail)" bra sales. The size I got by mail wasn't remotely close to my size and came with a letter basically saying "Screw you". I gave it away and won't fall for that shit again.
At the grocery store, there was a "lost dog" poster on the column in the parking lot. Driving home, there was a "found dog" poster on a light pole with a photo of what was clearly the same dog.
I have tried the phone numbers on both fliers multiple times; no one is answering and there is no voicemail or answering machine at either one. I have a sneaking suspicion that I've been part of a social experiment.
Oh that is awesome! You guys are killin' me.
SG, you can get size adjusters.. to add about 2 inches to the band of bras, so your 38 can be a 42 or add 2 and have a 46ish. They have them at some of the shops over here... if you can't get them over there, I could pick up one or two and ship them over.
Aw, thanks! I didn't see this!
The bra and pants arrived today - in the end I asked for them in a size I thought would sell - I am all set up on eBay now thanks to my pre-pay credit card. Just need to load some money onto it :) So I will never fit into the bra, although I could have done if I'd checked back here :( Never mind - they're okay, but not GORGEOUS, you know.
What's irritating me this week - dreams featuring my evil ex. And he's SO nice to me in the dreams. He offered me his flat FOC to stay in the other night, and his car to drive (not that he had one three years ago when we were last in contact). Why am I dreaming of him all of a sudden? And why is he behaving the way I wish he's behaved back then? What sort of screwed up mind am I left with? Argh. Blame it on the lack of booze.
Blood pressure issues. Again. Still.
Second follow-up at the doctor yesterday, BP still 174/120. :( New meds today. So many pills I'm gonna start rattling. Let's see...we've got Metoprolol, Triamterene, Simvastatin and baby aspirin. My tummy feels funny and I'm tired.
AND I have a cracked heel.
This is not one of my best days.
Oh Juni *hugs* honey, that's horrible. Can I ask...are you resting at all? You really, really need to take some time out and rest up if at all possible. We know what you're like...you do too much and try to take the whole world on your shoulders.
Resting? I'm allowed to rest? :) Actually I'm always beating myself up for being so lazy. I haven't done a damn thing all day, except for moving six boxes of vinyl records out of the condo. Whew. Well, and I vacuumed the pool (I cheat - it's an automatic cleaner, I just have to hook it up). And I'm about to do some laundry. And make dinner. But other than that, nothing.
I've still gotta work on the condo. Hubby talked me out of having the yard sale there, so I'm bringing everything here to my garage, little by little. It's almost empty inside except for some heavy things I can't move. But I've given up painting it -- Friday night I'm supposed to get some guy out to give me a quote on painting it. I'm just not up to the job right now, and it doesn't appear that anyone is gonna help me. Then after that, someone else will clean the carpet. I figure I can put it on the market with junk in the garage still, as long as it's sort of organized.
GOD I cannot wait to get this over with! It's been such a weight dragging me down for the past 18 months.
That weight dragging you down is probably a big factor in your bp probs. Well done for deicing to get someone else in to decorate. Very sensible. You need to expedite that withou piling the work onto your own shoulders. And...I really don't get how you can possibly think yourself lazy. :P
Seriously Juni, you have to carve out some rest time. You really do. Your family will not thankyou if you make yourself ill.
On a more positive note, once that condo is dealt with you'll hopefully feel tons better.
Yup, condo = worrry = stress = blood pressure.
I am a bit :eyebrow: about hubby's (apparently minimal) role in dealing with the condo. But I don't have full information so I'm just gonna :eyebrow: him some.
Juni.
JUST
FUCKING
STOP
yup. I used the F-word.
I know busy like you do. I am busy like you do. But I don't have blood pressure like you do. And if I did, I'd be shitting bricks. If you're like me, it's impossible to "relax" in the traditional sense, but you need to do something -something different. You need the physical without the mental. Go for long country walks. If you find yourself creating a mental to do list, count your steps or your breaths until that us obliterated.
As predicted: my car died.
It was smoking when I stopped at the gas station last night, and I knew if I could just get it home I could worry about it later. After the day yesterday, and late nights this week, I was too tired to deal with it. Plus, it was 8 pm by the time I got home so there wasn't much I could do.
I noticed liquid pouring out of it. So, in proper denial fashion, I played on the computer for a while and went to bed.
One thing about my old job was I could always call and have someone come and get me. Not so anymore.
So, I've ordered a rental. I love the internet: set most of it up online. I will be late for work today but at least I will get there: taking the day off is not an option at this time.
I should be thankful that, if it weren't for this job, I wouldn't have my measly little emergency credit card so I could get a rental car. I should also be thankful that it is within my means to get another car. But right now I am too bummed to be thankful...I'll do that later. ;)
* moment of silence for passing of car *
Sorry to hear about your car - getting the new one will be nice though.
As predicted: my car died.
That sucks. I think sometimes they know when we start talking about buying a new one, and they just give up.
With my last car, we went to the bookstore to buy the consumer reports new car buying guide, and the old car's transmission blew as we left the parking lot.
oh, shawnee, that sucks! cars and plumbing - worst things to deal with.
*sending good vibes*
Thanks guys! :)
Driving the rental, I realize how bad my car really was. I think you're right, glatt, it just gave up. It has almost 209,000 miles on it. And, I never named this one. Probably feels slighted.
Guess what I'll be doing this weekend? Oh it's too much of a committment. ;)
209,000? that's brand new to me!
eta - I actually got 270,000 miles out of my old Buick. Poor old thing - I just drive them into the ground.
Sorry about the car, Shawnee. I know how that is; I had a car with about that mileage too, a 1985 Rabbit. I LOVED that car, though it kept letting me down, breaking my heart, leaving bits of its exhaust system laying around. :) I think I most got a kick out of saying "the rabbit died" every time it broke down. ;)
About the busy life, though - seriously, how do you do it and not feel guilty? I just know that if I could take a week and do nothing but things I enjoy - crafts, long walks, etc. - I'd feel a lot better. But my DH doesn't get to do that. He works All The Time. He works all day then comes home and does yard work, fixes stuff, builds stuff, digs, etc. He always makes me feel so lame. He's your typical work-your-ass-off German, y'know? I'm so damn sick of working all the time. I mean, he doesn't *make me* do it, it's just that I feel so guilty every time I sit down to read a book or watch TV that even when I do I can't relax anymore.
How do you do it? And just what gives me the right to not work all day like everyone else, anyhow? If I take a break, I feel sort of like I'm taking a vacation from a sabbatical. Seems redundant. If I'm working so damn hard, how come it doesn't every look like I accomplish anything?
If I'm working so damn hard, how come it doesn't every look like I accomplish anything?
I think this is actually the answer to your problem: you are working
hard, but not necessarily efficiently or effectively. Perhaps if you took time to sit and plan out your tasks more thoroughly (or, you know,
stand if sitting feels like a cop out, but stand still for Christ's sake,) you would find yourself getting more done. The best workers know they need time off, because they know they will be twice as effective when they've had a short break. Perhaps it's that your husband finds relaxation in menial tasks like digging, so the way he lays things out it's just not as much stress for him as it would be for someone else. If you get satisfaction from completing tasks, then you've got make it a priority to organize yourself better so you're not constantly running from one uncompleted thing to another.
So, Young Master Dallas' baseball season ended ignominiously last week with a 13-3 loss in the playoffs.
Monday Mrs. Dallas received a call. Our league's coaches pick a team of players to go to a couple post-season interleague tournament in the area. As it happens, YMD was the second alternate, and was now on the team due to a couple other people backing out. The next practice was at 6PM that day, if he could make it. Sure, why not.
Oops, it was really at 4:30. We didn't learn this till about 5:30. Well, we got to meet the coach. Next practice: 6PM Wednesday.
Wednesday rolls around. Oh, we need to move it to 4:00. Well, his trumpet lesson is at 5. Call the trumpet teacher to reschedule to 6:00. All is good.
Until the notification that the practice was moved back to 6:00. OK, ask the trumpet teacher nicely if he'd prefer to go back to 5--or we'll stay at 6 if you want. He went back to 5.
First game today, 6 PM at a field we've never been to in King of Prussia. KoP (home of UnderToad, or close to it) is about a half hour hall from our house, or the same from my office, not counting traffic. However, the vicinity is home to some of the worst rush hour traffic in the Philadelphia area. Today, it was raining most of the day. We really didn't expect the game to go on, but at 4PM we had a message that yes, the game was on. We dutifully started trucking on out there. Mrs. Dallas was running late due to torrential rain(!) which had knocked over a tree and block a street(!!). In spite of having to make an unexpected detour near Norristown (home of wolf's Nuthouse) for bridge construction, I got there about 5:25.
At which time an assistant coach told me that the game had just been cancelled. The other team was there (I assume they are from the host league & so are much closer to the field), and our head coach was not there because he had pulled off the road on the way and started calling everybody he could to tell them about the cancellation!
Bleah.
Sounds like my kid's entire NFL Flag football season...
But my DH doesn't get to do that. He works All The Time. He works all day then comes home and does yard work, fixes stuff, builds stuff, digs, etc. He always makes me feel so lame. He's your typical work-your-ass-off German, y'know? I'm so damn sick of working all the time. I mean, he doesn't *make me* do it, it's just that I feel so guilty every time I sit down to read a book or watch TV that even when I do I can't relax anymore.
And is your husband trying to get well and cope with dangerously high blood pressure? *smiles* Some people enjoy being busy.
How do you do it? And just what gives me the right to not work all day like everyone else, anyhow? If I take a break, I feel sort of like I'm taking a vacation from a sabbatical. Seems redundant.
What gives you the 'right'? Seriously Juni, take a step back honey. It's not a contest. Nor do you have to try and match anyone busy for busy. This isn't about 'rights' it's about 'need'. You. Need. To. Rest.
Think your DH will be pleased if you kill yourself trying to keep up with his busy?
And...you're likely busier than you realise. And he probably looks at you and thinks....damn, that woman never stops :P And even if he doesn't. Even if you aren't half as busy and active as he is...so? Everyone is different. Everyone has their own limits. However busy you are, it is clearly too much. Step back.
Message to Mr Juniper.
Get some beer and chips, and slob your ass on the couch and watch the sport of your choice. War movies are an acceptable substitute.
Because you love her. She needs you to do this.
Ah, its tough being a guy. We suck when we're lazy, and we suck when we are hardworking. I figure lazy is better, at least one of the pair will be happy.
Get some beer and chips, and slob your ass on the couch and watch the sport of your choice. War movies are an acceptable substitute.
Crappy anime meant for 9-year-old boys will also suffice, in a pinch.
Thanks, everyone. I have issues, that's all I can say. It's nice to be in a place where I can admit I have issues and be a little bit crazy without having everyone jump on me for being so crazy, y'know? You all are REAL. You know what it's like to be imperfect, but still pretty damn good. :)
Mr. hard-working German dude only has two speeds: full speed and full stop - sleeping. If he sits on the couch in front of a sport or movie, he'll fall asleep. I wonder why?
Seriously, it does kind of tick me off that the man can't seem to relax and have fun unless I manage to get him away from the house. At a friend's house, camping, on vacation, etc., he's fine, but at home anything leisure-related is just a hassle getting in the way of some project he's working on. And I KNOW there is work to be done. Lord, do I know. I feel terribly guilty that I can't do more of it for him so he'll have less to do, but not only am I completely inept at most "handyman" type things, he wouldn't want me to do it anyway.
I think that's the secret, you're right -- he enjoys hard physical work. I do not. I really, really, really do not. :) I will gladly sit at a desk for hours working on a project, but using my muscles, getting all sweaty out in the sun? Bleah.
Note: Yes, there are FUN ways to use muscles and get sweaty. That's different. ;)
I hate housework too. He gets mad about that. He apparently thinks I should love it. Why? Because his mother was a housewife, and his logic is that if I hate housework, that means I am insulting his mother by saying I am better than she was and that being a homemaker is a menial, low-class lifestyle. Which is ridiculous. Isn't it?
I mean, my dad was a clerk in a bank vault for 30 years. My husband would go NUTS sitting at a desk shuffling paperwork all day, but it suited my dad just fine. Does that mean my husband is insulting my father by saying he is too good to shuffle papers at a desk and would rather drive around delivering mail for a living? I think not.
Sigh.
OK, this is starting to edge over out of "mildly irritating" and may soon belong in a different thread. :)
So. I've got two painters coming tomorrow to give me quotes for the condo. I'm turning it over in my head, trying to decide whether I should hire them, pay them and just tell DH that it's painted, or if I should actually tell him that I'm hiring a painter. 'Cause I know he'll just tell me that it's pathetic or something to hire a painter to do something I could do myself.
"Just do a little at a time," he says. But you can't. You can't just paint one wall, after all, you have to keep going or you'll waste paint and tray liners. "Get the kids to help," he says. Yeah, it will be MUCH easier to paint the condo with a 13 and 11 year old "helping."
Screw it. I am sick of it and I am hiring it out. Life is too short to save money by doing something you hate. If he has a problem with it, he can paint it himself.
You wouldn't have to pay him either - well not with money anyway ;)
Juni...is your husband aware of just how serious your BP situation is?
(That's Twain, if anyone doesn't know)
Anyway, my marbles, have you seen them?
So HG takes the car to this guy we know...it was just the radiator hose or something. Fixed it.
I'd already announced the death!
I had decided that if it cost much to fix it I would just take it to the junkyard. Well, not me because that is sad and would make me feel bad.
Now I don't know what to do: keep going with it, trade it in, sell it.
I know this is a silly and unimportant thing (why it's in mildly irritating) but when I didn't have a choice the choice was much easier. ;)
Perhaps this will help with your decision...
The most affordable way to take advantage of the program? The 2009 Hyundai Accent, the lowest-priced car in America (MSRP: $10,665) and one rated at 29 miles per gallon. Trade in any qualifying car and you can have an Accent for barely more than $6,000 out of pocket (plus tax, title and license, of course). You'd also save around $750 per year on gas. And the 2009 Nissan Versa is available for a mere $45 more.
No. Hyundai. No.
I've looked at every "brand" of car in the class I am considering...every single one. I'll never be able to make a decision.
And: my car doesn't qualify for cash for clunkers, in the law as it is currently written...this could change.
I vote: trade it in and get a new car. Or at least a new-ish car. You'll be much happier when you don't have to worry about it all the time.
I don't know what kind of car you're looking at, but just for the record, I have a 2008 CR-V and I love it. :D
I'm just irritable today - sorry.
So everything is irritating me.
I thought I'd talked myself out of it on the walk back from town.
But here I sit, really quite angry again.
Not sure what to do, might have a nap.
I vote: trade it in and get a new car. Or at least a new-ish car. You'll be much happier when you don't have to worry about it all the time.
I don't know what kind of car you're looking at, but just for the record, I have a 2008 CR-V and I love it. :D
Those are nice. :)
I know you're right...don't know what my mental block is on this issue.
Juni...is your husband aware of just how serious your BP situation is?
Well now, actually I think he's in denial even more than I am. He hasn't said so, but I suspect he thinks I may be using it as an excuse to be lazy. Then again, that might just be my perception.
I guess I feel that the BP thing is my fault. It's my fault for being "out of shape" and overweight (the doctor said I should lose 30 #), for not taking it seriously when it started last year. If I had cancer, I could say this was something that happened to me - just bad luck, and I'm a victim. But this seems like such a self-inflicted problem. Of course I don't live much differently than the average person; it's not like I sit around all day eating fast-food, smoking and boozing. It is bad luck to get the genetic predisposition - on both sides, including the anxiety issues.
And when something is my fault, I tend to compensate for it by trying to prove it's no big deal. Like when you break something and say "well, I needed a new one anyway." I say, sure, I have this illness -- but hey, no big deal, it isn't gonna keep me from doing what I have to do.
And the 2009 Nissan Versa is available for a mere $45 more.
I left that line in there for a reason.
Blue Nissan Versa![/Hiro]
My irritation?
Software Vendor: We've released version 3.14159 of our database system It includes massively important features regarding financial transaction security. We recommend all our customers upgrade ASAP.
Me: OK, we can do that. Let's look at the instructions. "Do not upgrade to version 3.14159 until you've installed version 2.718 of our companion product." Oh, uh, guys, I can't find version 2.718?
Them: Yeah, we haven't released it yet?
Me: Oh. So am I supposed to install your 3.14159 release of the database or not?
Them: <heads asplode>
Sounds more like <heads implode>
Juni - My impression is simply that, my own impression, and of course not worth the paper it's written on (ha!) BUT, may I say - you take on too, too much. You are a perfectionist (takes one to know one!) and the world will NOT fall apart, not even your own corner of it, if you take some well-deserved time off. B/P issues are deadly serious. I don't think it's a matter of thirty pounds (wtf?) I think it's a matter of stress and the high cortisol levels that go along with it. High cortisol leads to depression...leads to...lots of nasty. You've been thru the wringer emotionally, you're an A student, you have two households to deal with - you are dealing with your own home troubles AND your mom's condo, you do scouts...I can't recall all the things you said you've been up to lately but I DO recall feeling wrung out after reading the list! Cancer Schmancer - I felt guilt for having it, felt I'd "given it" to myself. We can play all sorts of games with ourselves - not good enough, not smart enough, not pretty enough, not rich enough...not BUSY enough. Fuck all that.
come over to the Lazy Side of life, darling. Have some lemonade and a squishy (not hard!) bunch of strawberries. Relax.
Otherwise, sweetie, you're killing yourself softly.
It is so freaking hot and humid. I want a swimming pool. And not one of those body temperature fuckers either, i want to freeze my ass off when I jump in.
It is so freaking hot and humid. I want a swimming pool. And not one of those body temperature fuckers either, i want to freeze my ass off when I jump in.
It's fucking beastly, ain't it? I've been out for a total of 60 seconds and was panting like a mad dog.
and tonight, Shawnee, m'dear -
severe thunderstorms with hail!Daughter's 10th birthday party tomorrow. It was supposed to be in the back yard, but it's shaping up to be another rainy day. Humpf. Our house is too small for indoor parties.
It's fucking beastly, ain't it? I've been out for a total of 60 seconds and was panting like a mad dog.
and tonight, Shawnee, m'dear - severe thunderstorms with hail!
Oh HALE, bring on the HAIL! Rain rain rain...
Juni...this might be a good time to have a talk with your husband. Maybe even ask him to go with you to the doctors next time. Either that or start to mentally discount his views (if he thinks it's an excuse to be lazy). You have a right to live yourlife as you want/need to live it; married or not. I also suspect (tho I may be wrong) that you have sugar coated the pill for him and not actually let him realise just how serious this is. Something has to give. If you don't deal with this and quickly, what gives might be your heart. Please, please take this seriously honey.
It is so freaking hot and humid. I want a swimming pool. And not one of those body temperature fuckers either, i want to freeze my ass off when I jump in.
PM me for my address and you can come swim in mine. :) It's about 80° today. I'm going for a swim as soon as I get done picking up the kids.
80 Degrees? That's bathwater, girl! ;)
Thanks, may go to brother's or HG's sister's house. May just sleep. :)
OK, remember I said that I accidentally washed my son's cell phone?
It didn't work. I waited, let it dry, and all it did was go to the AT&T screen. Oh well.
I put his SIM chip in my old phone.
It's an old Nokia flip phone. My daughter used it after her brand new phone got run over by a car when she dropped it in someone's backyard at a bonfire party. My son wasn't thrilled with it, but at least he had a phone.
His 2-year term is up in August, and since we're fairly happy with our service, I can get him a new, nicer phone then.
But I'm not sure if that's such a good idea.
Because...
Guess what happened?
I just found the old Nokia...
In the dryer.
They may not work, but at least they're clean.
Boy your provider is really cleaning up... nyuk nyuk
You need to train your son to empty his pocketses.....
Or stop washing his clothes before he's done wearing them.
Most kids 'nowadays'...... you'd have to wash their hands along with the phone. You never see the two separately.
...in the dryer...
:lol:
Hey, lad, you're going to have to live without a phone until August. Uncool? Your own fault. Empty the pockets before you take stuff off. Let it become habit.
I am mildly irritating myself today.
I should have done some work from home yesterday, got set up for off campus access.
But some friends I haven't seen in a while were having a party, so I decided I deserved a day off, after a long week with late nights. I went. I didn't have that much fun. I was home really early but tired and buzzed from beers in the hot sun.
Today we are going to my brother's for father's day festivities and swimming.
I suck at being a workaholic.
I may as well get him a phone -- that is, a $10 pay-as-you-go. It's cheap and doesn't do much, but you can put the existing SIM chip in and it functions just like the other ones on his current plan. You don't have to use the pre-paid service.
I'm paying for the service anyway, and though it's just a month it's very important to me that the kids have phones. Experience has taught me that you just never know when it'll come in handy, even if it's just to find out how much longer they'll be in line for the roller coaster.
AND I don't know if I'll be getting him that new phone in August. He's usually very, very responsible with his stuff -- he's had the phone for almost 2 years (and he's only 11), DS, MP3 player, taken them everywhere, and the only casualties have been styluses (styli?) and earbuds. But I think it's a good opportunity to let him earn it by showing responsibility in other ways, like cleaning up after himself - the boy seems to think that there's a maid following him around everywhere he goes. Oh wait, that's me.
When he does earn it, it'll be nice to have an extra phone (the cheapie) because with a family of 4 cell phone users you never know when one might croak or ....you know, get washed.
I really need to get rid of our regular land-line service. There's no point, nobody ever uses it. The only reason we have it is it's bundled with our ISP and cable. Maybe I can find a better deal.
Shawnee, you deserved it. We all need a day like that sometimes. Well, often, in my case. ;)
And now, instead of being ready to hit the door as I should, I'm sitting here playing.
I'm not sure if I know what happened to my motivation. I've entered a slogging phase. Must. Snap. Out.
Summertime..... and the livin' is easy... ;)
Heat indexes are expected to reach 110 today. Bad thing is when it gets that hot my house will not get any cooler than about 82-84. Need more AC.
that I MUST vacuum.
I simply must.
Between weaning and weightloss, my boobs are so freaking small now. Seriously, they haven't been this small since 8th grade. It's just sad.
I thought size didn't matter.:ggw:
Yeah, it's all about the nipples....
I thought size didn't matter.
Just like with weiners, that's true--up to a point. But a 1-inch dick does matter, and while A-cups in and of themselves wouldn't matter on the right body frame, dropping from an E-cup to an A-cup in the course of a few months is... less than ideal.
Juni,
I made it clear to the darlets up front that if their phone got lost or ruined, they would be replacing it out of their money. I think it makes them more careful about their phone.
In October last year I moved into my new home. I requested that he gas and electricity be turned on. The electricity was but the gas never was.
I did more research and found that getting the gas on would cost $180 per year in a "service fee", on top of the cost of the gas, so I decided not to pursue it.
Yesterday I got a gas bill. The gas has NOT been turned on, the tamper-cable is still there, no gas has been used.
Now I have to waste more of my time phoning these dopey buggers and sorting this crap out. I ought to bill them for my time.
Billing is one thing. Collecting is another.
It's been so long since I've spent a day completely alone with nothing planned out for me to do that I'm feeling lost and bored. I used to spend almost all of my time alone, now I can't even do 6 hours till my SO gets off work? Grr...
Undisclosed dill in my baby lettuces mix. Dill has a flavor folks, you can't just put it in shit willyfuckingnilly! Ruined my tacos. Gah!
wfn! willyfuckingnilly. I love it.
Right now, my cat is irritating the shit out of me. I've been letting him out at night because he likes it, he's a cat, and there is plenty of room to play in the back near the river.
But I won't let him out until it's dark and all the old folks are abed, and the drunk neighbor who likes to take cats to the shelter will be dead drunk. So he cries. Loud. Really loud.
Ooooh, a moment of quiet. Shhhhh, don't say outway-idesay.
grumble grumble gotta go make the doughnuts grumble grumble
Crap. I've got a writing job, so I can't enjoy the perfectly OUTSTANDING day out there.
:mad:
Crap. I have a writing job too. I don't want to do it. Concrete is BORING!
Cool stuff Bruce. I would love to build a steel and concrete house.
Merc, there are steel welded homes in Troy OH...built by Hobart Bros back in the day. Sometimes you can pick them out, knowing what neighborhoods they're in, but often it's hard to tell. I was in one once. They had a hard time keeping the rust off the walls from moisture. Here's an article about one of the nicer ones (I"ve always found them interesting, and try to spot them when I am in that area.)
http://www.waymarking.com/waymarks/WM410BAnother damn neck/shoulder muscle spasm.
Sigh. In order to get the uh, medicine I need, I have to drive all the way into town, stop at the bank, drop the money off elsewhere, then come back home to wait for a phone call.
I HATE that! :joint:
Undisclosed dill in my baby lettuces mix. Dill has a flavor folks, you can't just put it in shit willyfuckingnilly! Ruined my tacos. Gah!
With me it's fennel or star anise (usually in fish dishes and chinese chicken respectively). NO! It tastes of aniseed! Don't do it!
You have my unreserved sympathy.
Shawnee - I get the same from the Diz cat. Re yowling I mean, not spasms.
But that's nothing to do with going outside, that's just him kicking back because the 'rents are gone.
He's in here now asleep on the spare duvet in the corner. Why? Because I'm here. Thank anything that's holy he's blissed out by the heat and not trying to climb up on my sticky legs.
And if I were there I'd get you a massage.
Not from me - I don't like touching people unless I fancy them.
But one way or another I'd make sure you got one!
Thanks! :) Gaines continues his nightly yowl, but I dont' let him out until about 9:30.
Today, as I was replying to a thread, I felt all the blood go from my head and was 2 seconds away from passing out. I'm not a fainter. I have a friend whose whole family faints all the time. I said that Fainting Goat video was her family reunion. But I never faint. I almost did...got real warm feeling, couldn't focus. Then I got a ringing in my ears and now I am shaky.
What the hell is wrong with me? I feel fine otherwise.
Were you in the politics thread? Sometimes a sudden rise or drop in BP can cause that feeling. ;)
The scab from my ear drum has FINALLY worked itself to the opening of my ear canal... and it itches like a mutha fuka
Ewww...nasty. I don't think I'd be able to stop myself from sticking something down there.
pretty sure I just threw up in my mouth a little.
Were you in the politics thread? Sometimes a sudden rise or drop in BP can cause that feeling. ;)
lol...but which is first, the chicken or the egg, because I was in the politics thread spouting off, but I am grumpy when I don't feel well.
Thanks! :) Gaines continues his nightly yowl, but I dont' let him out until about 9:30.
Today, as I was replying to a thread, I felt all the blood go from my head and was 2 seconds away from passing out. I'm not a fainter. I have a friend whose whole family faints all the time. I said that Fainting Goat video was her family reunion. But I never faint. I almost did...got real warm feeling, couldn't focus. Then I got a ringing in my ears and now I am shaky.
What the hell is wrong with me? I feel fine otherwise.
You're in love. Congratulations! Will you tell us who, or shall we guess?
wtf?
:lol:
No. Seriously.
I feel like crap today. I stayed home. I slept until 12:45. I lost my reading glasses.
Oh yeah, and I had to change my home page from CNN to MSN because CNN is lousy with American Express pop-up ads all of a sudden.
That is all. :(
We now return you to your regularly scheduled jocularity and all-around happiness. ;)
(Pssst, Shaw:
firefox with
Adblock Plus!)
I've been thinking about changing browsers. Is it hard to do for a non-techie such as me? Do you then delete explorer?
IE just upgraded with some neat features. Of course, I've only ever used IE so they may still be behind firefox?
It could be some piece of crud your computer picked up, rather than something CNN is sending. If you see an uptick in popups in general, that's probably the cause.
I've really only noticed the AmEx pop-ups at CNN. Is there a way to block those individually?
Well, start with Firefox if you aren't using it already. We'll go from there.
I am now coming to you LIVE from Firefox, which, incidentally, blocked the pop-up. :)
I have to pee, but I've still got 20 minutes of train ride left. And don't any of you start with the whooshing waterfall sounds, pleeeze...
now you know we'd never do a thing like that....:D
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After YEARS of my hubby complaining about me not having a driver's license, I go take the test. I pass. I now have my L... which means I can not drive without someone over 25 with a full license with me. Add to the fact we have a standard, and I need a coach to guide me through the stalls, starts, and lurches I know I will do. So for 3 days I have had my L, 3 days I have been off work, and 3 days in a row.. he does not feel like taking me out... GRRRRRR
I'm more than mildly irritated at all of the people who pretend not to know how to tell time. I work in retail, and we close at 9 p.m. Anytime I shop after, oh, 7 or so, I check the hours of the store I'm going into to make sure I won't overstay my welcome. One might think that we just want their business. But it's not true. I'm getting paid little over minimum wage whether we have late customers or not. I don't want to be standing around watching you destroy our displays half an hour after we locked the doors. I want to go home and be with my family.
We recently had a creepy man come in after 9, but the doors had unfortunately not been locked yet. At 9:30 he was in the fitting room. Walking by, one could easily see his bare legs and -- gag -- tighty whities laying in a heap on the floor. He was trying on pants in the buff.
That's what you think. :haha:
Yeah, I expect he was hoping you'd come in and throw him out. Or something.
My 17 yo (baby) left for Romania today. She will be gone 10 days. She is going with her church on a mission trip to work in an Gypsy Orphanage in the remote mountains. This is her second trip. I still worry about her when she is gone.
Hanging with Gypsies... in the land of Dracula... no problem. :unsure:
Seriously though, you can at least take comfort is the fact your worries are 99.999999999999% unfounded, even though unavoidable.
We had a staff retreat yesterday at a park. It was a very nice day. Anyway, there was a Godfather's pizza across the road. I haven't had a Godfather's pizza since HS, when it was tradition for me and my best friend to cash our checks from our summer job and go get a pizza and a pitcher of pop.
They didn't open until 4, and it was 3:45 when I went by. As I'm back in my crappy car, and it was stalling and acting bitchy, I decided to just go home: by the time they opened and made my pizza, I would have been hitting rush hour.
But now today it's commercial after commerical on the TV for Godfather's pizza. I don't remember even seeing GF commercials before today. Damn it looks good.
That's all, pizza cravings. :)
New bogan neighbour's little white fluffdog spends more time over here than it does in its own yard....Clyde has a tendacy to chomp other dogs, which is a concern, but he keeps trying to root this one....which is more concerning coz he's huge and its tiny.
I keep my dog contained, why cant others do the fucking same????
The liquor store guy told me this afternoon that Knob Creek had run out of whiskey and it will be nine years before it would be available again, due to the nine year aging process.
Can this be true?
I can't find anything to back his story up, and I've searched rather diligently. Why would he tell me that? To make me buy more? I think he's a fucking liar.
Anyone heard anything about this?
Sort of true.
http://blogs.pitch.com/fatcity/2009/07/knob_creek_has_done_run_out_of.php
Knob Creek has done run out of bourbon
By Owen Morris in News
Wednesday, Jul. 8 2009 @ 12:15PM
Knob Creek is one of the more popular bourbons in America. In fact, it's too popular. The Louisville Courier reports that the Clermont, Kentucky, distiller just tapped its last barrels dry and the next ones won't be ready for six months.
One of the bourbon's strongest selling points is that it's aged in wooden barrels for nine years, double that of many whiskeys in the price range. The long aging process results in its distinctive sweetness -- but also means having to forecast sales nine years out, which an executive at the company, in an understatement, called "difficult."
Spirit companies usually make more than one brand of the same spirit, so when supplies gets low for one liquor, they can divert stock to the other. But even though Knob Creek is owned by Jim Beam, the company can't switch the two because Beam is only aged four years.
Not surprisingly, Knob Creek is trying to use the shortage to its advantage. Though it has yet to run out, the company has printed T-shirts marking "The drought of 2009" and delivered empty bottles to stores with notes saying "Thanks for nothing."
The next batch of Knob Creek will be ready to go in November, but some analysts believe supplies will go dry long before then, causing consumers to switch to other bourbons. If that happens, don't be surprised if Knob Creek taps the November barrels early and drops the "aged nine years" tag from its bottles. After all, whiskey that is still aged eight years and nine months is still damn good.
More confirmation
here and
here.
Thank you, Pie.
Now excuse me while I prepare to shoot myself....J/K
I can live with Gentleman Jack.
I think it is very interesting that the shortage is now. Are whiskey sales up with the economy crook?
It's just near impossible to predict sales trends nine years into the future. Winning nearly all awards from the "whiskey professors" has boosted sales of this bourbon and highly escalated it's popularity. I will purchase several more bottles on Monday to safeguard a shortage in the capnhowdy camp. Around 40 bucks per 750ml. Ouch. Ahhhh.
George Dickel made the same mistake in the late 90s. :(
Dude who uploads True Blood every week is not uploading episode 5, dont get me wrong, Im sooooooooo grateful to him every week (im thinking I need to have his babies), but ...hey....way to leave a girl hangin'.
I NEED MY ERIC AND BILL FIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WTF? I've had 4 phone calls/messages to my cell this morning, each from a different doctor's office, referencing my "recent car accident." I finally answered the last one, and told them no thanks. "Are you having any pain blah blah blah?" Yeah, I'm stupid too, please, will you fuck me over too? I just answered "I just don't want to come in." I should have said that all my calls need to go through my attorney and I will be happy to provide the phone number.
Ambulance-chasing chiropracters? What the fuck? What a world.
Unbelievable! That's not gonna help their reputation as quacks.
Oh. My. Gawd.
Following conversation just transpired:
(ring ring)
Me: Hello?
Old Bat: I'm trying to reach (Shawnee)
Me: This is
OB: This is Ethel Schmethel from Dr Dumbass's office. You were in a car accident recently?
Me: Uh, why am I getting all these calls?
OB: I don't know (in a forced incredulous slightly sarcastic voice)
Me: How did you get this number?
OB: Ma'am, it's public record
Me: Well, you know what, all calls regarding the accident need to go through my attorney. Would you like that number?
OB: No. Because he (my attorney is a woman, dumbass) doesn't want you to talk to anyone
Me: Well, I don't want to talk to you either. Please don't call me again
OB: OK. If I knew you had an attorney I wouldn't have called. You have a good day
Me: Oh, you too. *click*
Have a blessed day! :rolleyes:
Bwaahahhaaa...I should have thought of that.
I'm trying to be polite, but assertive. This is difficult for me: I'm either wayyyyy nice or wayyyyy bitchy. :)
Have a blessed day! :rolleyes:
Nice!
I wanna open the Torchwood thread, but I still have two episodes to go.
Also, I've already been spoiled on what is probably the biggest event. :(
A scene from work:
Them: I think something's wrong with my laptop. It keeps crashing and stuff.
Me: Well, I'd be happy to take a look at it. Just bring it by.
<another day>
Them: My laptop keeps crashing and stuff.
Me: OK, bring it over and I'll see what I can do. Maybe you could leave it for a couple hours?
Them: I kinda busy, but you can have it in a couple days.
Scene from home:
Miss Dallas: I want to set up this neat software I read about on the Internet but I can't get it to work.
Me: OK, let's take a look.. umm.. OK... yeah, this is the problem....
<software troubleshooting proceeds>
Me: OK, here you go. It's all working.
Miss Dallas: This is lame. I thought it would be cooler than this. Never mind.
Bee sting on wrist. Big, puffy, red, [SIZE="5"]ITCHY [/SIZE]wrist. :(
Oh. My. Gawd.
Following conversation just transpired:
(ring ring)
Me: Hello?
Old Bat: I'm trying to reach (Shawnee)
Me: This is
OB: This is Ethel Schmethel from Dr Dumbass's office. You were in a car accident recently?
Me: Uh, why am I getting all these calls?
OB: I don't know (in a forced incredulous slightly sarcastic voice)
Me: How did you get this number?
OB: Ma'am, it's public record
Me: Well, you know what, all calls regarding the accident need to go through my attorney. Would you like that number?
OB: No. Because he (my attorney is a woman, dumbass) doesn't want you to talk to anyone
Me: Well, I don't want to talk to you either. Please don't call me again
OB: OK. If I knew you had an attorney I wouldn't have called. You have a good day
Me: Oh, you too. *click*
Since it is such public information you should start to collect the names of everyone who calls you like that and after you get a list publish it in the local paper and body slam them for chasing you from a public list.
This part was even weirder: the ex brought a great big envelope that went to his P.O. Box (which I haven't been part of for YEARS) and it was from an injury attorney. Getting contact from lawyers is not surprising, except for the fact that they got that OLD address and enclosed was AN ENTIRE COPY OF THE POLICE REPORT!!!
The po-po report is pretty darn funny. I can't say much except, well, I'll condense it into one word: credibility. :)
The calls seem to have stopped, too.
That is pretty damn shameless ambulance chasing.
And aren't police reports supposed to be confidential or something?
Public record. Weird, huh?
Very wierd, by my standards.
I had some stuff stolen from my car a few years back, the police wouldn't even let me photocopy the form I filled in for them - but would let me copy it out by hand. Go figure.
Mind you, compare this to the bikie-related story in the shake-your-head thread.
Shawnee - you should publish there information on the interwebs. Public is public, ya know?
The whole experience has reinforced my belief that the entire premise of our country is greed: and the average josephine will get completely screwed over if she doesn't watch very closely.
Oh sure, it used to be based on some really sweet ideologies...but the monster greed has overcome decency and honesty.
*shrugs* Fine, that's the world I live in. One just deals with that knowledge; I've dealt by hiring someone to watch my back.
Good move, Shawnee. I never regretted having a law-talking person on my side.
National Instruments. Minor revision software upgrades destroying my functional install. Licensing servers. Database corruption. SHIPPING IN ONE WEEK.
My god. :eek:
One just deals with that knowledge; I've dealt by hiring someone to watch my back.
Only problem there is, who is going to keep an eye on the lawyer that is supposed to be watching your back? another lawyer? and then who is ...
Only problem there is, who is going to keep an eye on the lawyer that is supposed to be watching your back? another lawyer? and then who is ...
You said YOU would!
I said I would WASH your back. Please listen.
I'll do the front, too, if you like.
What's irritating me today is a bloody windy front come in from SOUTH AUSTRALIA!!!
eta: did you have curry last night Zen?
yeah, sorry about that. It was the onions, I think.
If I said I'd like to shove those onions back up your arse, would I be doin it rong?
Cashier in the building society.
I asked specifically, "Can I set up a direct debit to come out of my account every four weeks?"
"You mean a standing order."
"Sorry. Can I set up a standing order to come out of my account every four weeks?"
"You need to fill in this form."
She was so busy correcting my terminology, she missed what I was asking.
NO. You cannot have an amount debited from your account every four weeks (from my account at least). It's monthly, quarterly, or annually.
Why am I irritated?
Firstly because she didn't listen to the question. Although given she never said yes, at least she didn't lie to me.
Secondly because it's quite a long form, and the question re occurrence is right at the bottom.
Thirdly because I'm the stupidy stupid that has rent arrears from Leicester and it's my own damned fault. I was just trying to reduce the temptation I feel every month not to pay them.
ETA - I was trying to synch my payments to my benefits.
I've not missed a payment yet - just trying to make things more automated.
She was so busy correcting my terminology, she missed what I was asking.
NO. You cannot have an amount debited from your account every four weeks (from my account at least). It's monthly, quarterly, or annually.
Yep, irritating. Why should that be so hard?
Mine is a minor grouch.
Companies that put name brand sticker on their products, but use cheap-ass paper and glue so the thing falls apart rather than peels off neatly, requiring scraping and scrubbing with eucalyptus oil to get it clean.
Perhaps the idea it to make sure I know your brand name. Well, dumbasses, what I know is that your brand doesn't give a toss about quality or usability and is more concerned about advertising that actual customer satisfaction.
This goes double when the sticker is on the bottom of a saucepan and absolutely must be removed before use.
Zen,
Try
Goo Gone next time. Good stuff.
This goes double when the sticker is on the bottom of a saucepan and absolutely must be removed before use.
Just burn the sucker off. ;)
Tht tends to burn it on, smoke up the kitchen, and foul the hot plate. And then they put a sticker INSIDE the pan too. :p
Charlie Bloody Brooker.
Sorry - Brit-centric post. Though you might have caught him online, I spose.
Julie Burchill is an uber-bitch.
She has almost a completely opposite life view to me.
I don't really rate her as a writer.
BUT
Every now and then, through her spite and her ranting, I get it.
I rarely agree with her, but she does make me look at things from a different angle. She makes me question my views, my prejudices, my assumptions.
Charlie Brooker writes for a paper I admire.
A paper whose political and social views I pretty much agree with.
But the man is a shit.
Occasionally, I've questioned myself after reading one of his rants.
Occasionally. And within a second I've dismissed his POV because he's just an arsehole.
So now he has his own TV programme.
Oh hohoho Charlie.
Not as easy as you made out to have a hit, is it?
It's a bit shit really, isn't it?
You can pour bile on everything you're reviewing on the tellybox, but the onus is on you to make that bile entertaining in its own right, isn't it Charlie? AND YOU DON'T.
I came upstairs to type this rather than watch his programme.
AND Frank Skinner is on it - he's so quick witted (and an intelligent punster - something I thought was an oxymoron)
Sorry, just wanted to get it out of my system.
Charlie Brooker is intelligent. He writes well. He writes for a left wing paper. And I think he's a spiteful cunt.
The government gives all people receiving unemployment 25 extra dollars.
They then tax you five. :eyebrow:
Pretty stupid stuff and another reason to shift from payroll to sales taxes.
Ironic and weird yet not suprising. :us:
Dentist tomorrow. Yank this damn tooth outta my head (heh...then I'll be a damn yank-ee.)
I might also look into having my caps (the result of a playground accident in 2nd grade: the whole story is on the Cellar somewhere) re-done. It will cost a fortune, but now is as good a time as any I guess.
Maybe if my mouth doesn't hurt too bad after my 1 pm appt I'll go swimming. :rolleyes:
Demand drugs regardless. Always get the drugs....
Yeah, I'm thinking you're right. A cow orker helped me out with the pain today...teeheheeee.
I WAS miserable. ;)
Goddamn raisins with sulphur-fucking-dioxide, that's what.
Almost all dried fruits use it, or they develop bacteria, molds and etc. through decay. It's also good at preserving the color of dried fruit, so if a dried fruit looks like what it was, it probably has the preservative. All wines contain this, even if not added, as some amount occurs naturally. Also check for it in OJ and other fruit drinks.
I keep my prunes in the frig.
stupid fuckwit fucking shopkeepers who put their stupid fucking over-sticky price stickers right over the cooking instructions of their stupid fucking over-priced ready meals.
That is all.
MS Word, who has put Bold and Italics on their little quick access pop up menu, but not Underline. They want to phase out Underline.
But that's just dumb.
Sure. But usually I have my hand on the mouse when I use that little pop up menu, so to underline, I either have to take my hand off the mouse, or go to the home ribbon thingy, and do a couple of more clicks.
Ohh, I just use my left hand and leave my right on the mouse.
<that could be misread> Haggis!
me. I am mildly irritating you all today.
I'm in a pissy mood and its really pissing me off.
Wait do we have a thread for that?
We need one. I;'m pretty sure we have a slew of them actually
MS Word, who has put Bold and Italics on their little quick access pop up menu, but not Underline. They want to phase out Underline.
But that's just dumb.
Whoa, what? That's screwed up. It's still the publishing standard for manuscripts that authors only use underline when the final printed product will actually contain italics. On the other hand, I think the whole new MS Word tabbed layout is retarded, and I am stubbornly clinging to Office 2002 in defiance.
My new telephone service went live today. In the welcome pack they gave me all kinds of details about my phone service, including a list of all the extras I ordered. call-package I am on etc etc. No mention of the broadband I also ordered. Now...I realise the broadband will take longer, but I am a little concerned that it isn;t mentioned at all. So, I decided to ring the customer help line.
Fucking stupid of me to ring on a friday evening I know, but I gave it a shot. I went through the menu options and then was placed in a queue. I got a message: "We apologise for the delay in answering your call. Your call is in a queue and will be answered shortly" then a click then a brief refrain of pop music. Then a click then " We apologise for the delay in answering your call. Your call is in a queue and will be answered shortly" then a repeat of the same pop refrain.
After half an hour that exact same four second burst of pop was really starting to grate. But by now, with the click-message-pop every minute or so, making it seem like I am somehow moving up a queue, it wuold have been a waste of the 30 mins I had already spent waiting if I gave up.
After 45 minutes it really would have been a waste of a significant amount of time and by now I really wanted to express to the advisor my dismay; and offer two suggestions: first - have a message that gives an estimate of how long it will take for my call to be answered, or advises me to call back later if it's going to be longer than 30 minutes (it can be done: BT does exactly that), second - if the action of clicking through the message resets the pop burst it'd be less annoying to have no music, or live radio (again it can be done, I know it can I've heard it done).
60 minutes I am seriously thinking fuck this, i am giving up. But then I would have wasted an hour.....and having been queued for an hour, surely I must be near the end of the queue...I could be seconds away from being answered. Every so often there's a slight delay and silence between clicks and messages, just enough that you think you might actually be about to hear a real voice.
I finally gave up after 70 minutes.
I did try, whilst holding listening to the same three or four second snatch of music opver and over and fucking over again, to access the online account option: but when I tried to register, it told me my details didn;t match the details they had on file. "please check your details are correct"
YES THEY FUCKING ARE CORRECT! THEY@RE ON THE FRIGGING PACK YOU JUST SENT ME> IT'S MY NAME< POSTCODE AND EMAIL> I KNOW ITS FUCKING CORRECT.
*Goes very red in the face and steam starts shooting from ears*
I just wasted half my fucking Friday night. If they'd said "We estimate your call will be answered in One hour" or "We are experiencing high volumes of calls, and recommend that you try again later" I would have waited and done it later or tomorrow.
ARRRRGGGH!
I just got pulled for driving expired registration (as of Aug. 31). The officer said he couldn't give me a warning because they were on some kind of state grant to increase enforcement of traffic fines, but he'd be happy to withdraw the citation if I do the renewal quickly and bring it to court. Bleah.
do it online.
https://www.dot3.state.pa.us/vehicle_services/vrlogin.jsp#top?20090904234126899=20090904234126899
someone remind me to check jinx's inspection in the morning......i have a bad feeling that it might be up ......
You are still required safety inspection in your state?
Yes, safety and emissions... two windshield stickers.
Damn... we haven't had those since 1996.
But the cops have a right to write citations if they deem your vehicle "unsafe".
Emissions isn't state-wide though.
I stacked down the stairs at work (totally ungracefully and noisily!!) and broke the heel on my new $100 heels...mother fucker was what I said.
Added to that, I tried to make a super quick recovery and make out that I had only stumbled a little...so I have been masking a swollen ankle, bruised arch and busted heel all day....
yeah, Im irritated!!
Oh and I had to clean up the cup of tea I threw over the handrail in the process of said stack.
Then I spilled my pasta lunch down my front and somehow didnt notice, so there are 3 new customers thinking Im a slop (which I am).
Soooo, Im a slop and a klutz apparently.
It's a holiday and I'm "off" work.
But I still have to go to my work place and feed the goddam cats.
Soooo, Im a slop and a klutz apparently.
Pics or it didn't happen! :angel:
I'd feed the cats if I could have them at my workplace!
And DucksNuts -- what's "stack" mean in that context? Fall? Stumble?
my roof has sprung a leak! (mad)
This is actually from yesterday, but I was too exhausted to post ...
Directly across the parking lot is a public park. It is a lovely public park, with walking trails, a baseball field, a lot of green space, and a party pavillion.
The party pavillion is available for rental.
I thought that the park rules required your event to end at sundown.
I must have been wrong about that.
Were I right, the police from the station that is also my neighbor would have done sometime about the freaking mariachi music that was blasting from the loudspeakers at 10pm.
That's eight hours of party.
Enough people!!
I'd feed the cats if I could have them at my workplace!
And DucksNuts -- what's "stack" mean in that context? Fall? Stumble?
Stack = crash.
This is why we need CCTV everywhere. Ducks, do it again! I wanna see!
I'd feed the cats if I could have them at my workplace!
And DucksNuts -- what's "stack" mean in that context? Fall? Stumble?
Stack in this context was a 5 step stumble, followed by a grab of the handrail which prevented a pile of arms and legs on the floor :)
I have lower heels on today.
First we have a drought for two months... and now it's been raining for 4 freaking days straight. My back porch is an inch and a half deep, with no end in sight, and they're talking about flash flooding in other parts of the city. Goddamnit.
People that bought a fuel efficient vehicle too small for their needs and generally depend on mine being available, and now want to borrow it for a week to vacation in.
Ha !!!
Did you Laugh in their face or wew you Nice and just say NO !!
People that bought a fuel efficient vehicle too small for their needs and generally depend on mine being available, and now want to borrow it for a week to vacation in.
Enterprise will rent SUVs. Like $300 for the week. And they'll pick you up!
Yep, we rented a suv for our NC jaunt two years ago. Worked out very well.
I assume they know that.... but they've asked for mine. So I gotta be the dick...
Who the fuck borrows a car for a week?
Annoying Irish Festival today bad music, bad drunks, good times... gah.
I learned a long time ago (the hard way) to never loan a vehicle. EVER.
I can't stand borrowers anyway. I took after my Grandfather in that sense. He used to say of his neighbor, "He ain't got nuffin to do nuffin wiff and it bovers me".
A so called friend asked me once to use my computer, and I reluctantly agreed. Then I found out he wanted to design and print a goddam gazillion yard sale fliers. What a shmeezle.
Anyway, the second band was good and I talked myself into a good time.:)
I assume they know that.... but they've asked for mine. So I gotta be the dick...
Not being a dick that I can see. Asking to borrow someone's car for a week (especially for vacation) seems way over the top.
I assume they know that.... but they've asked for mine. So I gotta be the dick...
so they're family or you owe them something?
Blame me Jinx, apparently I'm good at being the dick. Just ask my ex ...
Ya, family... can't let her down. I told them they could but listed reasons why they shouldn't and gave alternative ideas. Makes more sense to rent a mini van.... hopefully they'll go for that.
our tv shit the bed last night. and we just sold two working tvs at the yard sale this spring. I'm asking the guys at work if they have an extra laying around. I've only ever paid money for one tv in my life. You can't even buy a tube tv anymore, already. wtf?
we have one hanging around doing nothing -beest just replaced it with a flat-screen thingy that drives me nuts. I'm guessing the shipping'd be a killer, though
Offer to trade one week's rental of your vehicle for their best television set. Maybe, in this way, they can put two and two together.
People who do not use the series comma.
After my most resent lightning strike, I priced a flat screen 26" at $400.00. Bought a tube type 27" for $188.00. Digital. Stereo.
Thanks, Wally.
I let them have it. Family is more important than stuff and all that other karma hippie shit... ah, fuck it.
I hope if we get a new tv it fits in the little piece of crap sitting in my driveway.
Never mind, I found it. :corn:
People who do not use the series comma.
I hate that, too.
I hate that, too.
I hate it thoroughly, truly, and irrevocably.
Frequently insomnia. Although I would never have taken the time to watch Exodus (1960) with Paul Newman and Eva Marie Saint.
I hate it thoroughly, truly, and irrevocably.
At my last job, my boss and I had a long-running friendly feud over this. I would add commas to her docs whenever I had the chance and she'd take them off.
When I was getting ready to leave for my next job and I was writing up all the stuff I was leaving behind, it made sense to do HTML pages. I made every comma available a hyperlink to an article about the controversy.
I made every comma available a hyperlink to an article about the controversy.
That is awesome! :thumbsup:
At my last job, my boss and I had a long-running friendly feud over this. I would add commas to her docs whenever I had the chance and she'd take them off.
When I was getting ready to leave for my next job and I was writing up all the stuff I was leaving behind, it made sense to do HTML pages. I made every comma available a hyperlink to an article about the controversy.
:)
The original purpose for punctuation was to indicate the rhythm and flow of the written word. When relating a series of items one doesn't say "item one (pause) item twoanditemthree." They say "item one (pause) item two (pause = COMMA) and item three." To not indicate as such in the written word is inexcusable. It is a discourtesy to the reader.
All the grammar authorities I've checked say to put them in. So why do people leave them out? Are they teaching that in schools?
All the grammar authorities I've checked say to put them in. So why do people leave them out? Are they teaching that in schools?
The Chicago Manual of Style, Strunk and White's Elements of Style, most authorities on American English and Canadian English, and some authorities on British English (for example, Oxford University Press and Fowler's Modern English Usage) recommend the use of the serial comma. Newspaper style guides (such as those published by The New York Times, The Los Angeles Times, the Associated Press, The Times newspaper in the United Kingdom, and the Canadian Press) recommend against it, possibly for economy of space.[18]
The differences of opinion on the use of the serial comma are well characterized by Lynne Truss in her popularized style guide Eats, Shoots & Leaves: "There are people who embrace the Oxford comma, and people who don't, and I'll just say this, never get between these people when drink has been taken."[19]
In Australia, Canada, South Africa and the United Kingdom, the serial comma tends not to be used in non-academic publications unless its absence produces ambiguity. Many academic publishers (for example, Cambridge University Press) also avoid it,[4] though some academic publishing houses in these countries do use it. The Australian Government Publishing Service's Style Manual for Authors, Editors and Printers (6th edition, 2002), as can be inferred from its title, recommends against it, except "to ensure clarity" (p. 102).
I don't care what those "experts" think. "Authors, Editors and Printers" makes "editors and printers" a single entity, like ham and eggs. It looks stupid, it reads worse. I think someone just got tired of having to make a little comma. If they recommend to use it to "ensure clarity" then whose clarity do we speak of? You either use it, as a rule, or you don't, as a rule. If it's ever needed to ensure clarity then it must be used consistently...not at the whim of some editors, or printers, or editors and printers, or authors and editors...;)
I like chocolate, vanilla and cookies and cream ice cream.
Now, how stupid does that look? Reading that sentence gives me a headache just trying to figure out what it means--and I wrote it.
so, given that I'm not an academic, not in newspapers, and not in Australia, South Africa, or whatever . . .
put the damn comma in!
Glad to see I'm not alone, here.
Help me here - what is a serial comma? This is a comma to me ","
I wonder if you are talking about what I call an apostrophe " ' "?
It is acceptable here to use an apostrophe when using plurals of acronyms, where the meaning could otherwise me misunderstood - especially the case in capital fonts for example those used by supermarkets. So while it is incorrect for a greengrocer to write "Pear's on Sale," it is acceptable for Tesco to advertise "ALL DVD'S & CD'S 50% OFF!"
Sorry if we're talking at cross purposes.
no, a serial (or series) comma is what separates a word from a conjunction in a series. Like: apples, oranges, and pears.
don't get me started on the fucking apostrophes, okay?
Like: apples, oranges, and pears.
Do you need the one before the "and"? I thought that was optional. Just asking.
Do you need the one before the "and"? I thought that was optional. Just asking.
[SIZE="7"]KILL HIM! OFF WITH HIS HEAD.[/SIZE]
In other words, did you read any of the posts? ;)
yes. you need the one before the "and"!
whoever gave you the idea it was optional?
I was always taught you don't need the comma with and. I was taught that at school and again in level 3 Eng Lang.
wrong. wrong, wrong, and wrong! But it's okay--you don't count.
:p
I'm looking for Merkin rules.
There are as many arguments for the Oxford/Serial comma as there are against it. Anyone who writes (even on the web) should be aware of the issues and act accordingly.
and anyway -- that was yesterday. I've got a whole new set of irritants today.
I was always taught you don't need the comma with and. I was taught that at school and again in level 3 Eng Lang.
Yup, that's correct for Brits. The "and" provides the pause all by itself. We're smart enough not to need the extra hint ;)
Today I am irritated at medical establishments who leave you hanging around for hours between diffeent parts of appointments. 5 fucking hours for a mammogram for a cancer patient who is on the worst day of her chemo cycle and just needs to sleep.
I was always taught you don't need the comma with and. I was taught that at school and again in level 3 Eng Lang.
Yup, that's correct for Brits. The "and" provides the pause all by itself. We're smart enough not to need the extra hint ;)
I was taught that was optional, but cautioned to be consistent throughout any document (read homework).
At school it was optional. During my level 3 Eng Lang it was actively discouraged...so was over-use of semi-colons...
I am a swine with commas. I have had to train myself out of littering my writing with them (with greater or lesser success depending on my mood:P). I used to basically throw in a comma every time I felt it needed a pause. I wasn't really concerned with grammatical usage.
You don't need that comma before 'and' unless you're a neurotic twitch.
but then again...i'm not big on capitalizing either.
WON'T SOMEBODY THINK OF THE CHILDREN??
In this case, children walking to our local elementary school with their parents. I have rarely seen a lone kid jaywalk. But I regularly see parents take their kids across in the middle of the street... when, by going a half block out of their way, they could cross with the crosswalk and crossing guard.
Furthermore the people who do this seem to do it stupidly. They're not crossing when there's little or no traffic coming. On the contrary--in front of an elementary school, 5 minutes before the bell? It's a zoo. But they just head on across and assume people are going to stop for them.
In addition to hosing up traffic worse than it already is, it's teaching the kids bad (possibly life-threatening) habits.
i don't understand parents and coaches who cheat at kids' sports. seems just... wrong.
Okay, this isn't about me and it wasn't today. However, I finally have some time to get on here, and I thought it was funny so here goes.
The other day, my mom asked us (my sister and I) why do we put the toilet's cover down. Yes people, I actually put the toilet's cover down. After I heard on the news that particles in the toilet water fly everywhere when a person flushes, I close the cover when I flush the toilet. My mom complained that there were a few times she almost peed in her pants because she had to take a moment to lift the cover. :rolleyes: :lol: So now, I have to remember to lift the cover after I flushed the cover. :D
Comma on guys, it really is not that important.
I overcomma
I used to UNDERcomma but now I overcomma as well.
You don't need that comma before 'and' unless you're a neurotic twitch.
A lot of people are neurotic twitches, and they don't do that.
I put the toilet cover down to keep the cat out of the toilet.
i, for one, put commas down on my toliet's covers.
i, for one, put commas down on my toliet's covers.
and apostrophe's
My toilet is actually an exclamation point.
My toilet is actually an exclamation point.
for a full colon.:yelsick:
Sing together, people!
Wee Shallll ooooverrccoooooommmmmaaaaa ....
Mildly irritating me this week is the situation regarding EPIRBs and PLBs (Emergency Position Indicating Radio Beacons and Personal Locator Beacons).
I go hiking a fair bit, usually alone. For safety reasons, in January 2005, I bought an EPIRB for about $250. It can send a radio signal to planes or satellites which is a distress signal, and will cause helicopters to come looking for me. It was expensive but a good investement and should last for decades.
In February 2009, the satellite system was turned off, to bring in a new digital signalling system. My old EPIRB no longer works (and I only just found this out, my hike last Easter was done with a heavy, yellow paperweight in my bag and a false sense of security!).
So I have just bought a new one. Now, true, the new system is better. Instead of an anonymous signal accurate to within 5km, the new device uses GPS to figure out my location to within 100 metres, then transmits a coded signal which will tell the rescuers who I am (once I do the online registration :p) and where I am. The signal will be received MUCH faster, too, a matter of five minutes rather than up to five hours, and the search-and-rescue becomes come-and-get-me. If I am lying lost and dehydrated with a broken leg and a snake-bite, speed will be good.
However, the new units are bloody pricey. RRP around $750!!! Crapola!
On the good side, the blessed internet enabled me to find a much better price, a mere $540. Great, barely twice what the last one cost. :right:
So, I have my new gadget, but I am still irritated about the early obselescence of the old one, and I am wondering how long the new one will be servicable.
We had to get new ones for our boat as well and lemme tell you, I wish we only paid $540 or $750.:rolleyes:
Yeah, the marine ones are more expensive. I think the prices are coming down now, just in time to mildly irritate you, too, I guess. ;)
Yeh well add that to the cost of the 2 navigation systems and the radar (just in case) .... Did I mention that the auto pilot took a shit this year too... Fucking technology!
Fucking technology!
"Never take technology out into the real world. They don't get along."
--me
What makes the marine ones more expensive? I mean sure, a water rescue is going to be more expensive than a forest rescue... but how are they going to know if you take your hiking beacon out on a boat? Are they going to just ignore you if they pick up a distress signal from out in the water?
They won't ignore it, but they will point and laugh while watching you drown. Afterwords they will sing a song about cheap dead bastards.
It's the elements and the signal strength that the marine variety have to deal with that make them more expensive. It's different when the unit needs to be able send a signal 50-100 miles from out in the ocean versus on land where there are more towers and whatnot. Also, the saltwater and rougher conditions (banging around) cause the manufacturer to design and protect the innards differently.
What makes the marine ones more expensive? I mean sure, a water rescue is going to be more expensive than a forest rescue... but how are they going to know if you take your hiking beacon out on a boat? Are they going to just ignore you if they pick up a distress signal from out in the water?
ANYTHING with "Marine" on it is automatically indicative of a much higher quality.:rotflol:
I must declare that false based on some of the women I've seen marines take home from the club.
It's the elements and the signal strength that the marine variety have to deal with that make them more expensive. It's different when the unit needs to be able send a signal 50-100 miles from out in the ocean versus on land where there are more towers and whatnot. Also, the saltwater and rougher conditions (banging around) cause the manufacturer to design and protect the innards differently.
And you do know that the Coast Guard did not get the funding to up grade all their search capablitities via our radios. But they are trying to get it back in the funding. We go off shore as well in our boat.
http://www.insidegnss.com/node/1615#Baseband_Technologies_Inc_I must declare that false based on some of the women I've seen marines take home from the club.
:thumb::doit:
Haggis at Capn and Lookout.
As I understand it, the marine epirbs are different.
(1) signal strength is the same, because the signals all go directly to satellite.
(2) Marine EPIRBs (a) must work for 48 hours rather than 24 for PLBs, even after 7 years storage; (b) must float upright with the antenna clear of the water (PLBs merely have to float so you don't lose them) and (c) many come with mounting brackets, float-free release systems, and water immersion activation features. (i.e if your boat sinks, the EPIRB automatically detaches itself and starts transmitting).
And they're big and tough and go HOOO-AHHH!!!! a lot.
Also, the saltwater and rougher conditions (banging around) cause the manufacturer to design and protect the innards differently.
If you need a hardened one for the boat, just take the cheaper landlubber version, and give it Viagra. ;)
Haggis at Capn and Lookout.
As I understand it, the marine epirbs are different.
(1) signal strength is the same, because the signals all go directly to satellite.
(2) Marine EPIRBs (a) must work for 48 hours rather than 24 for PLBs, even after 7 years storage; (b) must float upright with the antenna clear of the water (PLBs merely have to float so you don't lose them) and (c) many come with mounting brackets, float-free release systems, and water immersion activation features. (i.e if your boat sinks, the EPIRB automatically detaches itself and starts transmitting).
And they're big and tough and go HOOO-AHHH!!!! a lot.
I was told the signal strength was different. Although upon further reflection, that doesn't make a lot of sense.
I will say this though, They do NOT automatically detach AFAIK. At least they ALL do not.
Side note, It still amazes me how many boaters go so far 70 - 100+ miles offshore without 1/2 the stuff they'd need in the event of a bad situation.
I needed to find duplicate SSNs in an Excel spreadsheet WITHOUT having to delete the dupes (which is the only way I could find to do it within excel itself) because I need to find which ones were erroneously reported twice to the feds. There's an add-on, for which I got a free trial. I am able to just color the rows of the duplicate IDs. I love it.
NOW I need to sort these colored rows out and combine back into another spreadsheet. There's an add-on for THAT, too. No free trial.
Does anyone know if Excel 2007 (can you believe I still have Office 03 at work...sheesh) has these capabilities because if so I'm going to copy the whole damn thing to a thumb drive and work on it at home where I have software from this damn decade.
grumble grumble
I don't know, but my firm converted over to Office 2007 a couple months ago and it made everything slow way the hell down. Be glad you have that old software. The newer stuff is like molasses on a cold winter morning.
Hmmm...the switchover at my old job was no problem...but I had killer computer extraordinaire when I was there.
They did upgrade my computer here, but failed to upgrade to office 07 even though "eventually" everyone should be on 07...like, when? In 3009?
grrrr grumble grumble grrrr
grumble grumble
If it makes you feel better, I'm still inflicting Office 2000 on my users. (
Have you seen my Wikipedia page??)
There are different ways to do this, of course. Quick & Dirty? Here's what I'd do.
[LIST=1]
[*]Sort by SSN. (We'll assume they're all in the same format.)
[*]You now have all the duplicates next to each other. You can look to see where they are if you only have a dozen or so records. Since I know you have a bajillion times that many, what you want to do is go to a free column over on the right and put in a formula: [code]=if(a2=a3,"DUPE","")[/code]
where column a is the column of SSNs, row 2 is the row you're typing the formula on, and row 3 is the next row down. If you auto-fill this forumla down the column, you'll end up with the word "DUPE" on every row for which the SSN matches the SSN on the following row.
[*]Now you can use the Data -> Filter -> Advanced filter to copy only the records that say DUPE in your extra column to another range on the worksheet. (Simply sorting on the column won't work; that will put the SSNs out of order and make the formula you put in useless.)
[/LIST]
P.S. I know you're aware of the security risks inherent in carrying the information out on a thumb drive . . .
Thank you thank you thank you. That will work divinely. You rock! A simple formula, who woulda thunk? (translation: duh to me!) I tried to make it much harder than it is. :)
I know about the security issues, so I was hoping it didn't come to that.
Headache, blehck.
I want to lie down, take happy pills and lie down. Can't do either. Stupid work.
Cheer up, mtp, you only have to do it another...50 years or so. ;)
Eh, I'm at work too, second job. I'll see your blehck and raise you a blah.
I have fixed 4 issues on just one register so far, I'm on the 5th issue. THEY JUST KEEP POPPING UP!!! Devil REGISTER. I give this store full permission to smash it to pieces.
Jebus. How BAD could someone have been at a job? I'm batting clean-up here, and chickie-poo who took my old job and lasted 5 months made such a mess some of it can't even be fixed.
So I'll sit here and swear at the computer.
Anyone got any good jokes?
And about the kamikaze fly in this office *swat*
New crepes restaurant in Phoenixville is closed. We can't have anything nice around here
You will eat scrapple and like it. :thepain:
Jebus. How BAD could someone have been at a job? I'm batting clean-up here, and chickie-poo who took my old job and lasted 5 months made such a mess some of it can't even be fixed.
Wait, you're moonlighting weekends at your old job? Are they grovelling and begging you to come back? (If they are, I'd recommend smiling demurely as you inform them that your hourly rate just increased to account for the mess.)
So I'll sit here and swear at the computer.
Anyone got any good jokes?
A baby harp seal goes into a bar. The bartender asks what he wants.
"I don't care... whatever you have," said the seal. "As long as it's not Canadian Club.
New crepes restaurant in Phoenixville is closed. We can't have anything nice around here
Damn. Never even had a chance at a crepe...
Actual paraphrased post from one of my dietary messageboards:
"Can someone give me suggestions on what drinks to give my kids? Kool Aid is not GFCF, and they don't like Capri Sun."
End of post. It boggles the mind.
"We've tried nothing, and we're clean out of ideas!"
Actual paraphrased post from one of my dietary messageboards:
"Can someone give me suggestions on what drinks to give my kids? Kool Aid is not GFCF, and they don't like Capri Sun."
End of post. It boggles the mind.
How bout water.
Or actual orange juice, or apple, or grape, or...
How bout water.
Oh yes, someone suggested that down the line, and her response was "Oh, I've tried to get them to drink water, but you know how kids are." Well, I guess you're right lady, I do know how spoiled your kids are now.
Yeah, i was wondering why not water too. Maybe if they don't like it plain they could have a squeeze of lemon in it or something (not sure if that's against the rules or not), but I find it hard to believe that there are parents out there that don't make their kids drink mostly water anyway.
I don't make my kids drink mostly water. they do drink a reasonable amount of water -especially when playing sports- but other than that they drink mostly milk. Through choice (and pop not being an option)
for the Brits:
This week, I have mostly been drinking milk!
"We've tried nothing, and we're clean out of ideas!"
This is a perfect statement of my daily mild irritation with end-users of information technology.
I don't make my kids drink mostly water. they do drink a reasonable amount of water -especially when playing sports- but other than that they drink mostly milk. Through choice (and pop not being an option)
I just remembered that when you guys came to visit, Hebe did ask if we had any milk. Kind of surprised me, since we're not big milk drinkers ourselves, but I was happy to oblige! Next time she'll have to settle for almond milk or bring her own, though... When I was in private school for the first few years of elementary, we were required to drink exactly two glasses of milk at lunch, no more no less.
Exactly two glasses of milk builds a loyal comrade.
This is a perfect statement of my daily mild irritation with end-users of information technology.
Credit must go to The Simpsons; Ned Flanders' parents, episode where Ned loses it, flash-back to Ned's childhood.
Exactly two glasses of milk builds a loyal comrade.
One glass breeds traitors. Three causes psychopathological monomania.
Credit must go to The Simpsons; Ned Flanders' parents, episode where Ned loses it, flash-back to Ned's childhood.
One glass breeds traitors. Three causes psychopathological monomania.
I was gonna post a complaint about something, now I'm too amused to care. Thanks ZG!
This week, I have mostly been drinking milk!
I said to my bro on the week of the never ending migraine (caused by codeine sensitivity), "This week I have been mostly throwing up."
FTR - we had highly diluted squash as kids. Milk was considered food not drink; fizzy drinks (soda/ pop etc) were too expensive and would rot our teeth; and water was bleurgh bleaurgh dull in the days of limited fridge space/ no ice (we did have it when there were no other options, we just whinged about it.)
And squash was
still limited for dental and financial reasons. I wonder what some people think being a parent actually means.
Huh. So thanks to SG, I finally looked up what 'squash' was. I've been drinking Ribena for years, and never knew it was 'squash'. :yum:
Ribena's a special case, though. That's healthy and expensive squash :lol: Squash is also called cordial sometimes.
Soz - I was asked about squash before and forgot it's a immediately a vegetable in the US, and immediately a cordial here.
Actually, we never classed Ribena as squash (yes it is of course.)
Ribena was just Blackcurrant. Would you like a drink or would you like Blackcurrant? It was considered healthy and was only rationed because it was so expensive. It was advertised on its vitamin content. Orange and all its pals (orange & pineapple, apple & blackcurrant etc) were fun time drinks, which were rationed because they were fun time drinks.
The worst situation was to go round someone's house and have their Mum offer you squash... only to find out the only thing in the house was Lemon Barley Water. WHAAA?! You'd gollop it down and hope your face did not reflect your opinion, because sometimes Mums who got it so wrong with drinks got it so right with dessert. You might even get Arctic Roll!
Actually when you think about it the word 'squash' makes sense.
I've been thinking to make a cordial. It seems easy enough. It would be nice to give out at Christmas.
I never heard of squash based beverages... sounds a bit like coffee flavored bavarine but healthier.
Now me... No historic apple picking today for our field trip. Wed thru Sun only. Fart.
Homemade cordial is fruit soaked in vodka then after about a three months smashed or squashed through a sieve.
I have not heard of a non acoholic cordial and maybe that's what a squash is?
What's a coffee flavored bavarine?
The Principal and the Pauper Edna: Oh, Superindendant Chalmers! Can I offer you a cup of coffee-
flavored beverine?
Chalmers: Yes, I take it grey, with creamium.
Wiki squash
Squash is a sweetened or unsweetened fruit-based concentrate which is mixed with a liquid, most commonly water or seltzer, before drinking.[1] It is also the name of the resulting drink.
Squashes and cordials are common in the United Kingdom, Ireland, India, Scandinavia, South Africa, Kenya, Australia, Israel, New Zealand and Hong Kong, and have a large market share in competition with fruit juices and soft drinks. Typically, squash is created by mixing one part concentrate with four or five parts water (depending on concentration and personal taste) directly into a glass or mug or into a jug. Common flavours are orange, apple, grape, raspberry, blackcurrant, peppermint, mixed fruit, lemon, peach, strawberry, and kiwi fruit.
Peppermint?!
[heave]
Maybe I should have said 'encourage' instead of make. Anyway, I just think it's really important to get plenty of water and too many kids drink too many sweet drinks which just isn't good for their long term health. That's all I meant.
We have cordial in the house. In fact I sometimes make cordial. I do it by juicing the fruit (usually lemons) and then boiling it down to concentrate it a bit, then adding sugar. When it become syrupy it goes into bottles and put in the cupboard. Sometimes the kids can add some to their water, just for a little flavour.
Mostly they drink plain water though except at meal times where they usually have a glass of milk.
So they're diong our remote network upgrade tonight, but of course someone has to be here in the office from 5 to 9 just in case they need someone to hit Enter or something equally important...can you guess who that lucky person is? Anyone? Bueller? (And this after two doctors appointments in one day......I brought an adult beverage to console me...shhh.don't tell...)
Ooh, have fun, but don't get all drunk and leave a copy of your xeroxed ass in the tray...
Nothing like a toddy to soften the brunt.
I'm going to fucking kill some idiots from Comcast.
They left without doing what they were supposed to because nobody was home in the apartment. Next time I'm going to get THE SECURITY GUARD WILL LET YOU IN made into a ribber stamp, except it won't be rubber, it'll be some kind of metal. Then I'll hammer it into their heads.
Umm....you want to make it into a ribber stamp? Ribbed for whose pleasure? :P
At work. We operate an apartment building for the students.
As for you, Dana... well, if you need ribbing, we'll see what we can do. :angel:
one thing that annoyed me today: loose change. it kept falling out of my billfold somehow.
But it's a billfold, not a changefold.
:litebulb: Ah, must be a chick.
Welcome to the Cellar, imadiscoduck. :D
More like a duckling...:D.
Women dont normally use billfolds, btw.
Well he is finally on the mend. Our little Aussie Cattle dog that is. My wife said he found a big rattlesnake last Sunday and I was skeptical that it really found one. So I along with said dog headed to the bush, me with a large fireplace poker, the dog with his natural curiosity and desire to protect. Well we found it. And it almost found me first. We could hear it rattle in the exact spot that the wife said it had been days earlier, which makes be believe it was a large female laying eggs. The dog poked his head in barking and jumped out a few times. I put the dog in the screened porch and got the handgun. I poked around a few more times and found it literally at my feet ready to strike. I dispatched it with the handgun to snake-heaven and then shot it a few more times. It was quite huge. About as big around in the middle as a man’s two hands grasping a fire hose. Approximately 3.5 feet long, a little over a meter for the rest of you. I had trouble holding it up with the fireplace tongs with one hand. I have some pics but will have to post them later. We did not realize the dog had been bit at first. It was about 15 min later when we saw him walking around unsteadily with his ears down and drooling. I grabbed him and you could see the strike mark on his left upper lip. Well of course it was a Sunday and the regular vet was not open so we had to rush him to town and the 24 emergency vet clinic. It was expensive but not as expensive as it could have been. He did not need the anti-venom which is $700 a shot. The vet said we were lucky that it was a mature snake because they tend to give warning strikes and not unload their "wad" (as she put it) all at once, smaller snakes tend to "drop their load" all at once because they don't know better. She put him on steroids, antibiotics, and antihistamines, and pain killers. His face swelled up and he couldn't eat for about 2-3 days. He is on the mend but still not himself. They are smart dogs and I bet he will remember that tell tale sound of the rattle but who knows, he is a dog. After a week I just expected him to bounce back to his crazy self. A friend of mine who had a bigger dog said his dog was never the same after being bitten. Keeping my fingers crossed for a different outcome.
Lucky dog, hope he's gooder than new, quickly.
Between the daughter and the dog, lucky you, too. :thumb:
.... mature snake because they tend to give warning strikes and not unload their "wad" (as she put it) all at once, smaller snakes tend to "drop their load" all at once because they don't know better.....
*snicker*
I'm glad your doggie didn't get the full load and seems to be healing. Maybe the snake who bit your friend's dog didn't know any better and unloaded its whole wad into it...
I am glad no one else got hurt. Shame on you for being so incautious. Might want to try animal control, or a pest control company next time. Will cost you then, but won't cost you anymore vet or medical or funeral expenses...
Yea, all that and next time I would not take the dog to find the snake with me. And next time I will put on my snake boots, which were in the house, before I go hunting the beast. Animal Control out here is fairly useless unless it is in your house. You are the only animal control in this part of the country.
Yea, all that and next time I would not take the dog to find the snake with me. And next time I will put on my snake boots, which were in the house, before I go hunting the beast. Animal Control out here is fairly useless unless it is in your house. You are the only animal control in this part of the country.
Oy!
Someone has hacked into my hotmail account and emailed all my contact list telling them I've just bought a new laptop and they should buy one too. And I've never culled my email contact list in the way I do my mobile phone contacts, so there are plenty of people on there who I would prefer not to remind I am still around, or have them wonder why I am back in contact.
Grrrrr.
Secondly, but just as irritating - when the internet is running slowly (this morning for example) I play Mahjong Titans. But it frustrated me because it was so hard. So I lowered the level. Now it's like a tile matching game for 5 year olds and I feel like my computer is laughing at me.
I just got pulled for driving expired registration (as of Aug. 31). The officer said he couldn't give me a warning because they were on some kind of state grant to increase enforcement of traffic fines, but he'd be happy to withdraw the citation if I do the renewal quickly and bring it to court. Bleah.
Went to court this morning. The judge wasn't even in the courtroom yet. There were two cops going through the summary traffic offenses before he came in. The cop who pulled me over looked at my (renewed) registration and told the clerk to withdraw the citation.
The irritating part:
Well, I got up a bit later than I should have. So that's my fault, but my time was a bit tight to get there. However, going down the road I literally had to stop at
every single traffic light. (West Chester Pike through Broomall/Newtown Square for those keeping score at home.) I was often in a situation where I could almost but not quite make the yellow. I had to keep telling myself, "Getting pulled over for speeding or running a red light on the way to traffic court... NOT GOOD!!"
Once I got there, the parking lot was full. (Overflowing, actually, as there were a couple people parked in non-spaces.) I had to leave and park up the street a bit. Not too far in the grand scheme of things, but I was already late. I got in at 8:40 for a scheduled 8:30 hearing, so I was already worried it was going to piss off the judge.
Well a friend of ours, whom lives about 3 neighborhoods away, got bit in the finger by a rattlesnake. Put her in the hospital big time. She had to get the anti-venom. They said she was wafting in and out of a steady state for the first 4 hours. It only got her finger but put a hurt on her big time. I guess I am lucky. More lucky than I thought. Folks in the area are all saying they have seen more snakes this year then in years past. We have had a LOT of rain over the past few months. I think they were all just moving to higher ground. We have 6 poison snakes on coastal georgia:
Southern Copperhead (Agkistrodon contortrix contortrix)
Florida Cottonmouth/Water Moccasin (Agkistrodon pisvivorus conanti)
Eastern Diamondback Rattlesnake (Crotalus adamanteus)
Canebrake Rattlesnake (Crotalus horridus atricaudatus)
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http://timberrattlesnake89.tripod.com/venomouspage.htmlMum. Sorry. It's all about close proximity, she is a good person and I do love her.
This is venting.
Mum's friend (Breda) has terminal cancer.
Yesterday she was taken into a hospice. Don't know if this is a worldwide thing, but here they are basically way-stations for people to die in comfort. They receive medical treatment of course, but the majority of people only leave a hospice to die at home. It's the end-game.
Mum's bereaved friend (Maureen) is over for Sunday dinner today. Yes, a good example of my Mum being a great person - she comes over most Sundays. For the last 30 mins, all Mum's done is run down B's two children, their reactions, what they haven't done, the state of B's house (no different from when she was well from what I remember) and even my sister for not taking her children to visit before B sank too far.
And yet she's saying this to a woman who - behind her back - she criticises for not getting on with her life, not picking herself up, being weak. And she also criticises M's son at every opportunity (not to her face of course) for not supporting his mother.
I know this is her way of dealing with things.
I know she buries her own feelings this way.
I know pretty much everyone who knows her thinks she's amazing because she can deal with anything and she always offers help, and she's so practical and she's not afraid, and she's so real and all that and everything.
And I do love her.
I just hate to hear the behind the scenes shredding of people who just don't deal with things the way she does. And of course the ensuing nastiness directed at Dad because it does affect her after all. Both of us have come in for renewed criticism this week for our hearing problems. Of course we can't help it. Of course she's only irritated because sh's upset. But it's not nice. I'd offer it up for souls in Purgatory if I was so inclined. I'm sure Dad does.
Back to this, although not in an irritated state of mind. I just figured it was more honest to put the two posts together.
A little irritation just because Mum changes the story (apparently Breda should have gone striaght to hospital on Thursday, but she was begging not to - she has a horror of our local hospital because she used to work there.) Mum forgets she thought the daughter - N - was over-reacting and should listen to her Mum's wishes. Mum was therefore vindicated when Breda went to the hospice. Except she has to be transferred to a hospital when she deteriorated, which is where she is now. And it turns out because she went from hospice to hospital and it's not an infection, it's all cancer related, there are problems with her going back to the hospice. Mum says, "If she'd have gone into hospital on Thursday none of this would have happened!"
But the above is forgiveable. No-one really remembers what they said when things were going down, and hindsight is pure gold, even at today's prices.
Mum broke down tonight. She was crying and everything. Wish she did that more often. Sad that she did I mean, and I know she's under a lot of emotional pressure, but if she let it out more it would be easier to handle.
She says she has no-one to talk to. I can empathise with that - even though I can't completely believe it's true for her. But even if it's not true, when you feel like that the world is so much more overwhelming. I can't help her, but I'll do what I can. Will put requests for thoughts for Breda in the cancer thread.
Saturday I was installing phone, cable, etc. jacks in the addition. In the process, I slipped and scraped a small piece out of my right palm with a screwdriver.
It wasn't a big deal, until I was making dinner that night and chopping onions. :eek:
It wasn't a big deal, until I was making dinner that night and chopping onions. :eek:
OTOH, aren't you glad it wasn't hot sauce?
Mildly (so far) irritating me today is the fact that the office next to ours is being renovated. Tile grinders, bloody circular saw cutting steel in the corridor, fumes from solvent glues, etc etc.
Great environment for marking crappy essays. grrr.
Great environment for marking crappy essays. grrr.
I'm sure you didn't take it out on the students. :angel:
I'm sure you didn't take it out on the students. :angel:
They deserved it. Stupid, lazy, think-they're-entitled students!
Nah, I just went shopping instead. :D
I got mud on the seat of my car today, because we had Brit Lit class in a friggin' GRAVEYARD and apparently I sat my ass in the mud.
Grr.
could be worse. I got red fabric paint on the seat of my car when it was only a couple of weeks old. It may actually be gone now (9 years later) -I'll have to check..... :lol:
I'm kinda pissy about having to get up and go to work tomorrow. Not that it's any especially hateful occurrence, I just would rather not. meh.
Hubby is off tomorrow and will drive kids to school, and I'm gonna skip my 8:30 class, therefore I get to sleep in. Oops, wrong thread. ;) ROFLMAOPMP
Gah!
There's this British kids' show that's been ported over here called Jungle Junction.
One of the main characters' voices is done by Billy West, who also does the voice of Frye on Futurama.
Every freaking time the character speaks, I do a double-take, thinking my kid has somehow managed to start an episode of Futurama on the TV. It's driving me nuts.
One of my cats can be a punk head every morning. I won't go into the details. You know what cats can do.
I am frustrated beyond all belief with a system problem, and our systems person skated on out of here and won't be here tomorrow.
I am pulling out my hair, chewing my fingers until they bleed, shaking my leg as if it has its own little earthquake, and if the woman next to me DOESN'T STOP MAKING THAT LITTLE CRACKLY NOISE WITH HER GUM I'M GOING TO GO OVER THERE AND SHOVE AN ENTIRE CRATE OF GUM DOWN HER FACE.
Whew. OK, I'm better now.
Wait, no I'm not. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Get to a command prompt... type "FORMAT C:"
It'll take care of all your problems.
I think you're pulling my leg.
I said "take care of." Not "solve."
Meaning I wouldn't have to get up and come to work anymore? ;)
Yeah, that probably wouldn't work out for me.
However, I am creating my own work-arounds for my (well, not my) issues and I am quite proud of myself. Guess they'll have to keep me a bit longer. ;)
However, I am creating my own work-arounds
You've been there how long and just now you're starting you're work-arounds?? Sheesh, took you long enough. I had you pegged for practically running the place by now.
Mud mud mud mud mud mud mud mud mud mud mud mud EVERYWHERE!:eyebrow:
You've been there how long and just now you're starting you're work-arounds?? Sheesh, took you long enough. I had you pegged for practically running the place by now.
A year...and 10 days, thank you very much.
What do you think a work-around is? :confused: If you mean "fixing a bunch of crap that was messed up before I got here" then, yeah...
One of these days, I'm going to get to work on fine-tuning things. Until then, it's just a lot of putting out fires. I don't mind. I like doing puzzles.
I run the
world, just so subtly it's not even noticed.
;)
I had no idea what a work-around was.
Now I know - wow, isn't the internet a great educational tooo!
Yay you.
I might never have said how great it is that you (Ms I'm-Here-Til-I-Die_And-I-Hate-It), not only left the job that was causing you grief, but are now a consultant! And have a new job! And are dealing with it all wonderfully!
I would write more, but I've gone over my alloted ration of exclamation marks.
You're a star kid x (!)
Thank you so much. That means more to me than you could ever know. I'm almost choking up. :o
You rock Shaw and you know it! <taps screen> is this on??
Huh. Some fuckwad punkass just threw his paperwork at me because I cannot look up his account because he had no picture ID. FERPA law, fuckwad.
The things one puts up with that one would never put up with in the outside world...you all know me...think I didn't want to jump over the desk and smack him? :lol:
That is all.
Of course not! I just looked at him. Neutral. :neutral: I'm sure the daggers coming from my eyes told my feelings clearly, but he had already made his grand dramatic exit, all put out and pissy.
I didn't even tell him that he and his ilk are the reasons I hate humans.
:p
he had already made his grand dramatic exit, all put out and pissy.
Just like a man. :p
I think half of what you learn at uni/college is just that, when bureaucracy requires you to jump through a hoop, no matter how stupid and pointless it may be, it is generally easier and quicker to jump through the hoop than to argue why you shouldn't have to.
Maybe you could print that out and put it on the office door.
I think half of what you learn at uni/college is just that, when bureaucracy requires you to jump through a hoop, no matter how stupid and pointless it may be, it is generally easier and quicker to jump through the hoop than to argue why you shouldn't have to.
Maybe you could print that out and put it on the office door.
Ha ha ha...yes, we are teaching them subservience.
Bwaaahaaahaaaaa...the plan is working.
Seriously, you're right. There is a lot of bureacracy and there are a lot of hoops and I know it can be frustrating. These laws we have to follow came from somewhere, however. For example: identity theft, or the perception of it, isn't black or white. If I make judgment calls based on my perception (he seems like a straight-up kid) I am breaking a law that, frankly, I am ill-equipped to break because I "had a feeling" he was who he said he was. There are ex-spouses and investigators and others who can benefit from a student's personal information.
It's frustrating to have to jump through the hoops, but in this case I can only say vaguely:
1) The paperwork was to appeal another regulation: satisfactory academic progress, meaning the student had lost aid due to generally doing a bad job (this is appealable of course because there are legitimate cases where life just messes you up.)
2) He had a wait time of less than five minutes. Before fall quarter, the volume was so great that one could wait over 2 hours.
3) What I explained was that I couldn't look him up in our system based on him showing me his ID number on a sheet of paper he had typed. He then could have told me what he was doing and I could have suggested just dropping it in the drop box (completely secure) and he would have met deadline and everything would be just fine, as far as the immediate objective having been met.
4) A hoop or two to regain what you lost on your own seems a small price for free money for school: with a lot left over for "other" expenses.
So yes, I guess in some ways we're teaching them to live in society. Some of them will just be grumpy gimme gimmes their whole lives: the majority will learn what steps to take to avoid hassles in the future.
Some will choose the Unabomber cabin. I better get an offer in on that place.
:)
OH, and, my left control key has stopped working and it's really messing with my head.
I might never have said how great it is that you (Ms I'm-Here-Til-I-Die_And-I-Hate-It), not only left the job that was causing you grief, but are now a consultant! And have a new job! And are dealing with it all wonderfully!
Hey Boss, that Shawnee you hired a year ago, is messing with our long established system.
I know, but she works so cheaply, she's had to get a part time job.
:lol2:
:lol:
No, that sounds like old times, though.
I also used to tell students that putting a bit of paperwork into the bureaucracy is like putting a bit of lubricating oil into a machine. Some got it.
OH, and, my left control key has stopped working and it's really messing with my head.
OMFG!
CRTL + A
CRTL + Z
CRTL + X
CRTL + C
CRTL + V
With the exception of Backspace, I think those are my most used keystrokes, except maybe space and E.
You are fully entitled to stop work until they get you a new keyboard.
what does control A do? The others I use constantly!
and, what is irritating me today? Amateur writers who use "tact" when they mean "tack" as in, taking another tack.
It is my home keyboard, and was really only messing with jumping in Toontown. :blush:
I did get a new one but haven't switched it out yet. To be without left control here at work would, um, not work for me. At all!
Might as well go ahead and explain what all the rest of them do. Someone may not know.
....like me, fr'instance.....
CRTL + A Select All
CRTL + Z Undo Last action (sometimes)
CRTL + X Cut
CRTL + C Copy
CRTL + V Paste
I've been trying to get my boss to use Control + (CVXZ) for years, but he continues to use the mouse for this stuff.
I appreciate that classic
Keyboard shortcuts for Windows
http://support.microsoft.com/kb/126449
Check out what you can do with the "Windows" key. Like Windows Logo+E to open a collapsed Explorer session. There's your everything.
I use the windows+D combination all the time when I've got a bunch of crap open and need to get to something on the desktop.
Ctrl + Alt + down arrow. :cool:
For my birthday I came down with the Swine Cold.
Worst cold I've had in years. Yuck yuck yuck.
Staying home with Theraflu for colds and plenty of tissues.
grumble grumble
getting sick! hope it's just a cold, and not the -- you know
Well, it is only mildly irritating so far, but ask me again on Thursday.
Forecast for
Tuesday......... Dry. Sunny..... Min 24 Max 37
Wednesday.... Dry. Sunny......Min 25 Max 39
Thursday.........Dry. Sunny......Min 25 Max 39
Friday.............Dry. Sunny.......Min 20 Max 36
Saturday.........Dry. Sunny.......Min 16 Max 34
Sunday...........Dry. Sunny...... Min 18 Max 29
Bloody hell, it is only mid-November!
That cool change for the weekend has weakened and slowed, so we have:
Recorded:
Sa... 34.4
Su... 36.7
Mo... 37.0
Tu... 38.9
We.. 39.2
Th... 39.2
and forecast:
Fr ... 39
Sa... 39
Su... 40
Mo... 28 (whoohoo!)
Tu ... 30
We... 36
Th... 38
This is not normal. The average maximum in November is 24. The longest November hot spell (consecutive days over 35) we have ever recorded was four days, in 1894. If this forecast is right, we'll get eight straight days.
I know that one freak event does not prove (nor disprove) that climate is changing, but after the record-breaking heatwave in February and consistently low rainfall for a decade or so, I am starting to ask, how much more evidence do we need?
I don't think anyone rational is doubting that the climate is changing.
...Just who caused it, what we should do about it, and is it even a problem, amirite? :lol:
my cable decided to spontaneously reboot 5 minutes before the end of CSI:NY.
:(
. . . fortunately, the story continues tonight in CSI. If my cable shuts out right before the end tonight . . . I'll be really, really, REALLY irritated!
Do we have a thread for that?
I'm pretty sure I have another sinus infection or upper respiratory infection. Just awesome. Took me more than a month to recover last time.
Also is freezing in work, I'm hunched over my hot tea huddled in a hoodie that just isn't doin the job.
My computer thinks I'm an Atheist. I'm not that irritated so much as confused.
That last one needs a word of explanation Tora...
What's irritating me today is writer's block. I just can't seem to find the words. Every idea I have on how to start the chapter evaporates the second I try and actually get it down. This is in the irritating thread, not the upsetting thread, because I know eventually I'll break through it. But it is pissing me off.
I had a supervision meeting yesterday. Have changed my approach somewhat having examined the courts martial records. It won;t support a statistical approach, in order to get numbers worth a damn, the sample size wuold be too big and unwieldy. A manageable sample size would give figures too low to be robust or useful. Not a problem, I can still use the evidence in a different way. We ended the meeting with an agreement that I would have a chapter on the domestic economy of the soldier completed by our next meeting in mid December.
I walked out of the room buzzing with ideas, and by the time I got home two hours later, my brain had decided to take a celebratory holiday. Marvellous.
A recall on my Bug (my VW.) It's voluntary, and it's to replace the ignition coils, but I'm going to have to take some time off work to get it fixed (free of charge though) and a million other things I need to do that can usually only be done during work hours. Eh, a vacation day might be in order, but I just got back from being sicky sick.
Unhappiness is: being the last in a group to respond via e-mail bitching about something, and having your e-mail quoted by the target of said bitching in a retaliatory statement calling you and your ilk "unprofessional" and "disrespectful."
In other words: they know you're right, but certainly can't admit it.
Further unhappiness: experiencing that searing flush of anger in response, fingers twitching to reply something snarky, and knowing that if you do, it's not YOU who will pay for it, but your child.
Damn. Sometimes I really hate this town.
Tomorrow's forecast.
Today was 38.9.
Tomorrow will be 43 with late thunder.
WTF?
An extreme heat watch has been issued.
Bushfire alerts are all severe, extreme, or catastrophic.
The UV forecast is extreme.
Even the bloody pollen forecast is extreme.
A severe thunderstorm warning has just been issued for some areas for tonight.
"...and the forecast is for biblical weather, with diabolical early, and a chance of wrath-of-god later. Showers of toads may be expected in mountain areas..."
Yesterday, I got a Swine Flu vaccination:
now I have a craving for truffles.
Rain moving in. So I can't ride my bike.
That last one needs a word of explanation Tora...
All the youtube recommendations were all about Atheism I thought it was weird. But congras on breaking the block.
women wearing prom gowns, wedding dresses, and other formals who raise their skirts for ease of movement with two-handed fistfuls. All dressed up and elegant -- with all the grace of a cow in a petticoat.
Delicately lift from the center of the gown with ONE hand! You're not stomping grapes, ladies!
So, it's preferable for the large raised gap in the dress to be at the crotch, rather than one smaller one at each side?
well, no. there shouldn't be a large raised gap at all. You pull out, and slightly up, in order to allow room for your foot to advance. Kick your foot out if your dress is long and heavy. This also leaves a hand free for shaking hands, your purse, etc.
Learned this at my high school graduation.
They taught you wrong, and you're out of date. One hand, yes, but from the side. ....Or just be realistic admit the damn thing is impeding your movement and pick it the fuck up. It's more about not caring/rebelling than not knowing, at least in my case anyway.
Is it okay if the dress in question is one of those giant-skirted wedding dresses, where the weight of the dress is literally too cumbersome to adjust with just one hand, and you're going up stairs and need to at least sort of see your feet?
Nope. Those are Darwin's answer to brides with too much money :lol:
oh wait, adapt and survive, two hands will make this fucker work...... :rolleyes:
...and you're going up stairs and need to at least sort of see your feet?
Really? I thought that women, having donned "The Dress", fairly floated until it's removed? :haha:
It doesn't matter. They all end up on the floor eventually.
the person who uses a title and a smiley for every post they make. Not everything is important enough to require its own title. and the smilies ...gngh
What? It's Monday morning and I'm 39, I'm allowed to be crotchety. Get off my Interwebz.
hmmm... maybe a drivers test would be in order to allow use of the cellar exit... if you're talking about the 127 airhead.
actually I wasn't...but she soon made the other one less irritating :lol: see -everything happens for a reason.....
actually I wasn't...but she soon made the other one less irritating :lol: see -everything happens for a reason.....
Haggis - I was gonna post that in the "whats making you happy" thread and then I forgot.
OK . . . this is a notch above mildly irritating, but not quite upsetting. I am living in utter CHAOS. The only thing that kept me from totally freaking out this evening was a nicely timed TV spot featuring hurricane damaged homes - mine is not quite that bad, it just feels that bad.
We are having hardwood flooring installed in our kitchen, dining room, living room, hallway, and stairway.
It's going to be beautiful, but DAMN what a mess it is in the meantime. It's going slower than anticipated too, because we hired a "friend" and you know how that goes. Good thing is that we're getting the labor in exchange for our old 1977 camper. Bad thing is . . . well, this guy and his helper are really getting on my nerves. If nothing else, I'm getting awfully tired of fat guy butt crack.
And they ordered the wrong size edging for the stairs, so that's gonna take a while, ugh, ugh, ugh. They promised me it would be done by Thanksgiving. Damn near waited till the last minute for that, didn't they? Well, if it's all done but the stairs it won't be the end of the world.
But now just think of all the work I have to do to get this place in shape for turkey day, when my FIL is coming, my SIL and her kids and her new boyfriend we haven't met yet . . . and I haven't even bought a thing for the meal yet because where the hell would I put it? I can't even get to my friggin' cabinets, hardly.
So in the meantime I'm trying to clean up the lower level, which has been piled up with mucho crap since we had to clear out my mom's condo (and there's still stuff at the condo, in the garage, double ugh) so bad that we could hardly even use that area.
And we continue to clean up cat pee. Can't bring ourselves to put Ms. Ancient Kitty at rest. She's decided she prefers shallow trays, OK. But then she hangs her ass over the edge. And she pees next to every other box throughout the house, she can't use the one we've provided just for her. Today she pissed on the floor installer's knee pads; they squished when he put them on. They are now in my dryer.
Someday I'll look back on this and laugh, right?
Is this prefinished flooring?
I read that as peefinished.
...Ms. Ancient Kitty...pissed on the floor installer's knee pads; they squished when he put them on. They are now in my dryer.
Someday I'll look back on this and laugh, right?
Haggis. Oh, just haggis!
Ha ha, yes, prefinished maple. Which will, I'm sure, become peefinished in no time.
She went on a decorating spree last night, but fortunately only got the cardboard boxes spread out to protect them mid-install.
Then one of the cats (C.C. the kitchen cat, I assume) knocked over a half-full (half-empty?) cup of ice cream drink all over the floor, adorning not one type of surface but three: finished floor in progress, black tarpaper underlayment, and bare subfloor. Yum!
I have to go in a few minutes and fetch the stair trim from two different flooring warehouses - one has three, one has four . . . and we need 12, but at least this is progress.
Bit of a stuffy nose, actually. I hate it when one side is all stuffy and the other side is all runny....arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!
I keep wandering up blind alleys with my research. Starting to feel the pressure somewhat. Spent about 4 hours at the local archives today and found not very much.
So, it's preferable for the large raised gap in the dress to be at the crotch, rather than one smaller one at each side?
I personally prefer to lift the lady's dress straight up from behind. YMMV.
Juniper, we're doing the floor thing in our new addition too! laminate in our case, done by me, with help from my dad (now back in NC) so far. The family room is done.. now I just have to do the bedroom. I wish there was a place upstairs I could do the sawing, but I don't want to deal with all the sawdust. However, that means I'll spend as much time running up and down the stairs to and from the saw as I will putting the flooring down.
get the kids to do it ;)
oh and pics or it never happened!
Working on Thanksgiving Day (healthcare is 24/7), save some turkey for me.
My Dad is playing the Susan Boyle album. AGAIN.
She sounds far better on the album than she ever did live. She actually has a good voice, so I eat words previously spoken (unless it's all studio trickery) and a great range.
But the album is so bloody mournful!
She covers Daydream Believer, which always used to bring back memories of the taste of cider and fumbled encounters at teenage parties. Now it sounds like it's being sung in church at the funeral of a cheerleader.
Gah!
Put on La Cage Aux Folles and get out your feather boa I say!
I wish there was a place upstairs I could do the sawing, but I don't want to deal with all the sawdust. However, that means I'll spend as much time running up and down the stairs to and from the saw as I will putting the flooring down.
It's warm enough to put a 20" fan in the window and set the saw next to it. That'll take care of 94.57% of the dust. ;)
Bleh. Too lazy to do anything about it. I have a headache. Maybe 25% of the room is done now, but it's a hard 25%, including the linen closet and the bathroom door. I should be able to cruise to the other end of the room and then finish off the closets tomorrow.
Dang. I wish my husband had had the same sense as you. He did all his cutting inside when he drywalled the basement a few years back. I was cleaning up dust for months.
I feel guilty for not volunteering somewhere today to serve meals. Then I am irritated at the notion that I think I have to. Just a minor irritation...I do this to myself...
I have a new next door neighbor. She has a little yappy dog which she left at home for Thanksgiving, which barked and cried the whole fucking day.
grrr.
Cough due to cold.
*cough*
Small people. I am re-affirming my commitment to remain childless.
Black Friday, and the insistent pull from both media and real-life people telling me that we HAVE TO go shopping today and buy a whole bunch of crap we don't need because it's ON SALE!
Yes, I need to get a few Christmas gifts, but what's on sale is rarely what I want anyway.
So I was shopping on Amazon last night, found some decent deals, but then my ISP cut out. Probably too many people using the pipeline or something (doesn't cable do that sometimes? I'm so dumb about that stuff). And I was too tired to mess with it so I went to bed, and after re-setting the modem, I found that everything is about $5 higher now. Figures.
Also: kids who are too old for toys but too young for expensive electronics and don't know what they want in-between.
Also: having to come up with a list of my own. Usually if I want something, I just go buy it myself. Christmas means that if I see something I want, I have to WAIT for it. Damn, I'm spoiled.
I'm watching UP and it's really cute! but for some reason, there's no menu, and no captions. I'm addicted to captioning, so it's pissing me off.
Sickly email from Mum.
Part of a chain, but I am only showing the verse.
Despite the fact they
should be named and shamed.
This poem is very sweet. It will be interesting to see who sends it back. Forward this on and back. Thanks!
If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.
If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own;
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone.
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me.
I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there.
Here is my response.
Battled with my conscience and only sent the reply to my Mum. Sharing it here with you instead. Please note the terrible rhyming is quite deliberate!
If you would buy some wine
I'd drink it with a smile
As long as you don't whine
We'll be friends for a while.
Vodka would be fine
But I might reel about
Still, if you have the time
I'm sure you'd bail me out.
And if you get some whisky
You'd head off for your bed
And you might get quite frisky
But I'd sleep like the dead
I cannot build a mountain
Or cover it with grass
But silly rhyming emails
I can pull out of my arse.
CKO 2009
If you forward to 10 people, a lucky pixie will pop out of your vaj and do your shopping for you.
That last line made me laugh out loud, Sundae. :)
That's awesome, Sundae. Really awesome.
I'm tempted to do the same whenever I get those bits of fluff forwarded, too.
I'm watching UP and it's really cute! but for some reason, there's no menu, and no captions. I'm addicted to captioning, so it's pissing me off.
Did you rent it?Holy crap, Steve. Someone in Disney marketing is going to get demoted over that one...
No wonder I fail at college *sigh*
I thought registration begins Dec 4th. Turns out I can register on Wed, Dec 2 instead. I can't keep all this shit straight.
No wonder I fail at college *sigh*
I thought registration begins Dec 4th. Turns out I can register on Wed, Dec 2 instead. I can't keep all this shit straight.
Most people can't remember all the things they need to remember, mtp. Get a paper or electronic calendar and to-do list. Use them faithfully and they will serve you well all of your days.
OMG - If I didn't have a list ... nothing would get done and my cats would starve.
My rule is that if I go to a store & need more than 2 things I MUST have a list with me.
Most people can't remember all the things they need to remember, mtp. Get a paper or electronic calendar and to-do list. Use them faithfully and they will serve you well all of your days.
That's the thing Dar. I did look it up a month ago and put it in my calendar. I just found the wrong info, Dec 4th is the registration start date for freshmen I guess. I didn't even know they had different registration dates according to your cumulative hours. I have 44hrs so that means I can start on Dec 2. I just didn't find that information anywhere until my friend showed it to me.
I can't find a picture of the Archduke of Canterbury playing dice with Charles Darwin
Yesterday afternoon I got a call from a mate whose other mate wants to sell a very good mountain bike (Specialized Enduro) quickly for holiday cash. I got in touch and arranged to go see it today. He was asking $500 and internet research reveals that new, this kind of bike goes for around $5,000. Absolute bargain. I was going to buy it.
The bloke called me this morning to tell me he has sold it to someone else.
Now, I am in exactly the same position as I was yesterday - no bike, but have $500. So why am I less happy about it now?
I am going to have to Buddha my way out of this.
Observe, grasshopper, how the attachment to desire is the cause of suffering. And remember, while having a bike is a reality, not having a bike is just a concept.
My daughter's laptop is on the fritz. It's either the system board or the power connector--I'm suspecting both. So the laptop is currently disemboweled on a card table while we wait for new parts to arrive. Bleh.
zen, email him and tell him you were ready to pay $4,000 for it.
I can't find my signet ring, I wore the think out and its gone now. I don't remember where I took it off or if it just fell. This is what I get for wearing it at all .
The King of Denmark will assume your missives are counterfeit!
The never ending pity party. :violin:
Photobucket has locked me out of my account and trying to force me to pay in order to gain access.It says I have exceeded bandwith and if I want more space I have to pay. I've been trying to find linked photos from photobucket and delete them. It doesn't seem to be working. Damn pirates!
edit
Went to the FAQ section.
I guess it will reset ,,,if people stop looking at them. ?
and at the anniversary day of my original registration.
Why didn't my bandwidth decrease when I removed images from my album?
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I think I'll be looking for a different photo sharing site. Any suggestions?
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Maybe UT can offer it as a cellar fundraiser?
Sorry, can't help with free sites. Does your provider not allow you some storage space? Lots of People use Flickr -is that a paid service?
The King of Denmark will assume your missives are counterfeit!
laughed out loud.
is it me or is the Toad being especially funny lately?
and if yes, why?
what? no
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Sorry, can't help with free sites. Does your provider not allow you some storage space? Lots of People use Flickr -is that a paid service?
yes but I have had photobucket for years. There are some other sites.Webshots too. I don't want to use my provider space. I don't know of any others and I don't care for flicker so much.
I have to wait until it resets then close it up again and not link to my photos.
:bonk:
Books with subtitles. It seems every frickin book has one.
Global Warming
Why it's happening, why we're all to blame, what we should do about it, why we can't do it, what we should do instead, where should we go for dinner tonight, are you feeling randy, baby?
Ok, I made that one up.
I spent the afternoon on the firing range and I've developed an interesting blister on my trigger finger.
Right on dude. You can never shoot enough.
laughed out loud.
is it me or is the Toad being especially funny lately?
and if yes, why?
:fumette:
Maybe I should give in and try it.
I've ordered almost $10,000 in floor wax for this facility so far this year - my requisition for a Blackberry swivel-holster ($19.95 + shipping) has just been declined. :eyebrow:
OMG - If I didn't have a list ... nothing would get done and my cats would starve.
My rule is that if I go to a store & need more than 2 things I MUST have a list with me.
I can figure out the cats starving because they jump on me, pat my shoulder and do other annoying things to get my attention. Sometimes they will be good and sit by their dish and look solemn.
I need a list but mostly I never stick to them or rather I get more than what is on my list and that is very annoying to my pocketbook.
70 hours in the office every fricken week. :yeldead:
Ugh, I've worked jobs like that, Qice. That sucks! I just hope for your sake it pays enough to justify the hours...
This is really dumb, but I'm finding myself just a little offended right now.
MB's work just called with his schedule for the week. My phone's not working, so he'd left his with me while he went grocery shopping. I haven't met the person who called, but I told her who I was, wrote down the schedule, and made sure it was right by repeating it back.
After she confirmed, she asked me to have MB give her a call to make sure he got the message. Not that she didn't trust me or anything, but she would feel better hearing it from him. I said OK will do, but thought, excuse me? :rolleyes:
I do the same thing, when I call... its too easy for the person to say " I didn't get the message" even when they did. This is the only way you can make sure to cover the callers ass. :) I also photocopy the schedule for each employee, and then have them initial the master copy that sits at work. There is no way they can say they didn't know about a shift.
I would say don't take offense, I am sure the caller has been burned before and got in trouble for it.
Folgers coffee. Is there anything that sucks worse.
Folgers coffee. Is there anything that sucks worse.
No coffee at all sucks worse! :)
So true!
The best part of waking up is having something in your cup.;)
Two Girls One Cup beg to differ [retch]
That's the Folgers motto modified.
Now what's this about one cup two girls?
You don't still use piss pots there do you?
I went out for a walk with Pilau, in the thick snow. We went through village, up the lane, past the farms and stables and up onto the bluff where the view of the valley opens out like some magnificent landscape painting: all white and beautiful, breathtakingly so.
Took my camera out to take pics, turned it on and pointed it at a particularly lovely view of the paddock with horses (in their coats) tugging on a bundle of hay that had been slung from the fence post and ...
'battery low' *whirr click* camera shut down without a single pic taken
Doh!
I want to say,"aww shoot" but maybe a "damn the damn camera" would read more supportive -like. :(
I went out for a walk with Pilau, in the thick snow. We went through village, up the lane, past the farms and stables and up onto the bluff where the view of the valley opens out like some magnificent landscape painting: all white and beautiful, breathtakingly so.
Took my camera out to take pics, turned it on and pointed it at a particularly lovely view of the paddock with horses (in their coats) tugging on a bundle of hay that had been slung from the fence post and ...
'battery low' *whirr click* camera shut down without a single pic taken
Doh!
Damm. With a lead up like that I was getting the pic in my head hoping for the pay off with a real one. Now charge up those batteries and get back out there before the snow is all trampled on!:D
Alas, by the time I got home (through the blizzard we were caught in - see White Christmas thread) it was late afternoon, so by the time the camera was charged it was dark out :(
One of my staff members went down with a medical emergency AND a possible nervous breakdown. So here we are the busiest time of the year in a liquor store... and we are down a full time staff member. She will be out for at least 2 weeks if not longer :(
My other girl went in early, but she can only stay until 7pm.. so 7-11 is not covered..... on the up side its horrible weather, and we will not really miss much in sales (hopefully) The 2 part time/on call people are not answering their phones of course.
Tomorrow is Yule AND my anniversary so my husband is insisting I do not cover any shifts tomorrow. I am only the manager in everyone's eyes... I am just the supervisor. Even tho I am expected to do all the paperwork, schedules, cover shifts, deal with reps etc without the title and the pay. I called the manager and of course got his voice mail at home.
Oh, and my hubby hurt his back at work Fri night and will be off for 2ish weeks... not good financially or errand wise, as he can not even move without pain.
I *WILL* have a good Yule and Christmas dammit!!! lol
God's teeth, Jay, what a bloody nightmare! Keep focussed on that determination to have a good yule and Christmas anyway though. Hope it gets better and really hope Mr Jaydaan gets better soon. Bad backs are such a bugger. They affect everything you try and do.
*passes Jaydaan a very large Christmas sherry, a mince pie and a bumper pack of analgesics for Mr J* here y'go m'dear.
Thanks DanaC! all those things sound great!
Well its only 1pm, and I already cracked a bottle of J. Lohr Cab/Sauv.. this way when my boss calls me to try to convince me to go in tonight, I can legitimately say, " sorry, I have been drinking, and legally can not work" :)
Hubby is in the shower (barely on) using the heat to hopefully un-seize his back as I type.
I put a list of all things needed to be done on my fridge... and filled the freezer section!!! Not all going to get done I'm afraid. So cleaning the living room/kitchen is my goal today, and decorating.
My best friend said she would take our son out to get my gift, and do my husbands shopping for him, so he does not have to worry about that. I will go out to get my father in law's gift (hubby usually does that himself) as soon as hubby surfs the web and finds what he wants me to purchase.
In the meantime, I am having that drink, lunch and relaxing a bit before we sink into chaos. ROFL
Um Jaaydan, have you checked the mail for a SS delivery recently? that might cheer you up.....
No mail on the weekends....
Well.. it looks like the night of the 23rd is not covered, and the nights of the 26 and 27th.. all others are covered. All others were covered... and we have one not so reliable girl that may cover them.. otherwise its 11-8pm instead of 9am-11pm opening.
My issues are not so bad, really. A bit of maybe not the cleanest house as wished, not any extra money after Jan rent is payed... but really.. there is HUNDREDS of dollars under the tree. My family is healthy (in pain... but healthy) The stress is all self inflicted.
My girl at work had had such a rough year... hubby left her, she had to move, father almost died (was in ICU for 3 wks) Grandfather died, Grandmother died, ex decided to sue her for custody (good luck on that one BTW, she is a great mother, and he is an idiot) and now she found out 2 days ago she was pregnant... SURPRISE!!!!!!.. and now a tubal pregnancy and is in hospital. BAH
More worried about her really..... her sanity is not stable, and looking back at her year, mine would not be either!
Sorry to hear all that Jaydaan.
My grumpiness feel totally unjustifed now.
But I'll tell you about it anyway!
Bloody post.
I ordered two badges from eBay on the 12th.
Still haven't come, only two more days of post before they're worthless. 49p each, so they don't break the bank, but as they're Christmas specific I'd have to wait a whole 'nother year to give them.
Abigail's snow-globe hasn't arrived either, or Samuel's MK Dons tshirt. The latter is the only one which will have to be replaced as it was a half of his Christmas present - I'll have to go into town on Weds and get him something else instead.
And no Secret Santa either :mecry:
There are ants crawling all over my desk.
No secret Santa in the mail today for me either, Sundae.
The neighborhood cats are shitting around my front door. Especially aggravating, since I keep MY cats inside.
Is there anything I can do to make them go elsewhere?
There are ants crawling all over my desk.
To get back to the warning that I received. You may take it with however many grains of salt that you wish. That the brown acid that is circulating around us isn't too good. It is suggested that you stay away from that. Of course it's your own trip. So be my guest, but please be advised that there is a warning on that one, ok?In parking lots, I hate it when people sit and wait for people to pull out; blocking everyone else. What if those people they're waiting for aren't ready to leave?
Don't be lazy--find another parking spot, and MOVE YOUR ASS!
Oh where is your patience. :0)
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In parking lots, I hate it when people sit and wait for people to pull out; blocking everyone else. What if those people they're waiting for aren't ready to leave?
Don't be lazy--find another parking spot, and MOVE YOUR ASS!
Just tap politely on their window and say, "You've got 5 seconds to move or I'll buttfuck you in the mouth".
reading through 101 pages of things that are bothering people... that is bothering me
Well, read the other 45 pages, maybe that will help.
Hiya Morgan, try the "What's making you happy" thread.
Irritating: Mildly successful unemployment. Freelancing is a fucking roller coaster.
U-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p.DOWWWWWWWWN!
U-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p--p--p--p--p--p--p--p--p--p--p-pp--p--pp--p---DOWWWN!
And so forth.
The "up" part is supposed to become longer. ;-)
We'll see.
reading through 101 pages of things that are bothering people... that is bothering me
You haven't even been to "upsetting" yet.
Welcome Morgan!
Forgive me for saying but this is a distinctly odd thread to start with :P
@ THE: OUt of interest, what line of work do you freelance in?
I agree with THE. Freelancing can be brutal.
Or you could do like me, go back to college and only kinda-sorta freelance when there's time. Completely halfheartedly.
Actually it's funny; at first, registering for classes made the clients call me. Something about being busy making us even busier, you know? It's slowed down now, but I console myself by planning to re-launch next fall. I might even change my cheesy business name.
Oh, get this, I did just get an e-mail from a client, so it looks like they're giving me a little project for Christmas. Probably writing about tile or cabinets again.
What's irritating me today? I have to go to the grocery for Christmas food. Bah. I don't even know what I'm going to serve yet. Ham and what else?
The neighborhood cats are shitting around my front door. Especially aggravating, since I keep MY cats inside.
Is there anything I can do to make them go elsewhere?
There is a 'keep cats inside' policy here but some people that have always allowed their cats outside will continue to do so and take advantage of the new managements youth. I sort of understand if you have allowed your cats outside but this was an annoyance to me too last summer.
What I did was keep the soil moist if I could but mostly I put orange peel or sprinkled cloves on the ground if I could find them cheap. That seemed to work. I have read you can lay out a netting on the ground also. There was something else I did too but I can't think of it right now.
Ham and what else?
Scrapple!
The neighborhood cats are shitting around my front door. Especially aggravating, since I keep MY cats inside.
Is there anything I can do to make them go elsewhere?
Motion-activated sprinkler?
A shotgun will stop them from going anywhere . . . provided you have good timing AND aim. :rolleyes:
As a sidenote, the rats that were pooping on my front step have gone away since my mom's dog came to stay with us. GOOD doggie! :thumb:
Entire day at airport waiting for Banana Lady. Tis my own fault though....when we left at 10am beest said "shall I put the outside lights on for when we get back (we have a power-outage-inducing seasonal lights up in the front yard). I said "No, it's bright sunshine, you can't even see they're on in the sun". so of course it was dark by the time we finally got back......
I paid for Amazon to wrap some of the gifts I ordered for my wife. They did that at about $4.50 a pop. About 5 items. They did nothing more than put them in bag so that you can tell exactly what they are once you pick the fist one up. Waste of money but at least I did not have to wrap them.
this
it was pretty freakin windy last night.
Uhh, what the hell?
That looks bad...
Our system at work has been off/on slow and super slow at work for the past few days. This is the system we use to fix issues at the stores we troubleshoot. Right now a 3min issue has turned into 15minutes and counting.
Good: my client has bought my old monitor, meaning I could buy a new one
Bad: the Cellar's "olive" color now looks more like "puke". Has it been this way all along? Do I have to redesign, or just adjust the monitor's color?
The text and olive contrast is bad imo. I can read on the blue better.
I thought my eyes were just bad.
@ UT - Re design! It is a new year after all. :)
I'm a sterile kind of guy, so the colors don't matter to me at all. What olive?
Yeh what part of the cellar is olive? I gots me some brown and/or blue.
I'm usually looking at the plain grey theme, but I don't see a problem with either of the other schemes (brown/tan or blue/grey).
Well, the olive-esque color comes up to the left of each message, you know, the background color over there
<--- where it says Undertoad. And it's not olive, really, although it's not exactly tan either.
And the brown isn't brown, it's brick, because it would be maroon except that it has more orange in it.
say "orange"
Yeah, at work I'm sterile too. ;) At home, I'm all about the blue, baybay.
Olive? My monitor shows gray with a vague greenish cast, and Rustoleum Damp-Proof Primer Red.
I use blue, but the drawback of that is, I can't see hidden(white) lettering some people use, until I highlight or quote. :(
Well, the olive-esque color comes up to the left of each message, you know, the background color over there
<--- where it says Undertoad. And it's not olive, really, although it's not exactly tan either.
And the brown isn't brown, it's brick, because it would be maroon except that it has more orange in it.
say "orange"
On my laptop, it looks slate gray, and rusty brick red.
I like Clods description. Seems thats what I see as well.
Mine looks brown and cream, with grey trim and grey where the names are.
Well, the olive-esque color comes up to the left of each message, you know, the background color over there
<--- where it says Undertoad. And it's not olive, really, although it's not exactly tan either.
And the brown isn't brown, it's brick, because it would be maroon except that it has more orange in it.
say "orange"
Oranges poranges who said
Oranges poranges who said
Oranges poranges who said
there ain't no rhyme for oranges?
--witchie poo
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Non-stop "Year in Review" and "Decade in Review" are irritating every years. Everyone does it, radio, tv, all of it is blaaaa. Get on with it people. Stop living in the past already.
there ain't no rhyme for oranges?
--witchie poo
Doorhinges.
Fecking bastard loud fireworks.
Pil's poorly (not too poorly to wreck a toy) and I've given him his antibiotics and painkillers. Would really like it if he could just snooze calmly. As it is he keeps being frightened by nasty whizz-bangs. Poor lamb.
The big flurry of them at midnight...I don;t like em, but y'know, it's celebratory. Why are people letting them off randomly from 4pm onwards? grrrr.
The two bottles of champagne and fifth of Jimmy Beam I drank last night.
ooh. I like the blue bettah!
Something in my guts.
I've got it better than Mum, who is really quite poorly (mostly non-gut related so I assume it's not the same cause) but then I have to put up with her as well. Feeling under the weather tends to make my mother a little... tetchy.
Tetchier is more accurate, existing as she does in a permanent state of tetch.
So I have grumbling bowels and a grumbling old woman nagging at me.
Oh, and a coldsore coming up.
Tetchy? Neva heard of it.
css. And php.
Trying to learn Python, though I don't know when I'd ever use it.
Thanks, now that you pointed it out I can see the similarity.
We are having blizzard conditions ... yeck!!
Touchy in American.
Oh, I was thinking tetchy would be nuts, like tetched in the head. Or is that a New England thing?
In pain from my wrist still... Not even able to tie my own shoes without it hurting like crazy. I tried to stir the spag sauce tonight, and now need painkillers. BAH
Trying to learn Python, though I don't know when I'd ever use it.
For some time, I've felt like I should learn Python. I like the approach a lot. But the fact is 99% of what I do is short bits to kludge together things. (Example: look in the registrar's office to see who doesn't have a photo on file for the directory. Then see who off of that list has an ID card photo in the security office.) And I know perl well enough that it's easier to just use that.
I hate the cold weather!!
Up again all night with toothache. Two nights in a row.
Oh, I was thinking tetchy would be nuts, like tetched in the head. Or is that a New England thing?
I've heard that used around here as well... It seems like there could be some meaning drift there.
we say touched for nuts and tetchy for irritable, also touchy for easily offended.
Today, the Cellar Car gets state inspection + emissions, oil and filter, new front brakes, two new belts, new muffler, and new O2 sensor (long due). All for about $750.
Plus a surprising clean bill of health for the clutch. (Coulda sworn it was slipping, but hey fine!) It's because I love her that I take care of her. Driven a total of 5K miles this past year, thanks to y'all. It's like... it's mildly irritating to pay that sort of bill, but at the same time, I'm taking care of our baby.
It's making me happy that you are taking care of our baby.
It's making me happy that while reading about the cellar car, my peripheral vision noticed that Dana touched her nuts.
Dana touched her nuts.
:eek:
Ok. I'll go with that. But....an explanation would be kind of cool :P
.....Dana touched her nuts.
:whofart:
I'm still mildly confused by that one. I feel i should understand it. It rings a very vague bell with me as being part of an earlier joke. But damned if I can place it :P
Scroll back up to your last post and read again from there... it was only a little funny, don;t have high expectations...
hehehe. Ok. Thankyou. I must have left my brain in the fridge whilst reading this thread :P
My expectations are usually quite low for more situations. Is that a bad thing?
situations? Like Houston we have a problem?
Earlier I mopped my floor and now it feels sticky but it didn't feel sticky before I mopped it. Maybe my feet are sticky.
Maybe I have sweaty feet.
lol
You didn't rinse all the blood from your last victim, out of the mop.
situations? Like Houston we have a problem?
Earlier I mopped my floor and now it feels sticky but it didn't feel sticky before I mopped it. Maybe my feet are sticky.
Maybe I have sweaty feet.
lol
Exacterly... :D
Thanks Merc.
Bruce. My expectations are nil for that to ever happen.
Ashamed I am to say I would swoon first. Have pity on anyone needing emergency assistance involving blood while I am around.
If I could tolerate blood I would go into nursing. I can't even tolerate a paper cut. I'ma woose.( sp?)
Linguistics class.
lŋwɪstɪks klæs.
Did I get that right? Ugh!!
I'ma woose.( sp?)
I'm a wuss.
I spent 33.00 for some cough medicine. IT DOESN'T WORK.
tessalon perles. Waste of money.
My dad had those, a week before he died. Didn't do much for him, either.
You need guainefsin (sp). Makes coughs more productive, so hopefully, at least when you do cough they're not as annoying. There's nothing worse than that little tickling cough that just goes and goes and goes. Believe me, I know from coughing.
Oh, that and something with codeine! If you can tolerate it that is, some people can't.
The best will be when the
lung flute hits the US market. It will make guainefsin look like the ineffective crap that it is.
This one summer, at lung camp . . .
This one summer, at lung camp . . .
Loved the movie! But love this joke better. :D
Too bad you are female Bri or maybe
this would work for you :blush:
I hate when I wash my chapstick with my clothes :o
You need guainefsin (sp). Makes coughs more productive, so hopefully, at least when you do cough they're not as annoying. There's nothing worse than that little tickling cough that just goes and goes and goes. Believe me, I know from coughing.
Oh, that and something with codeine! If you can tolerate it that is, some people can't.
Reminds me of a bit from Dr Katz Professional Therapist. The comedian says the doc asked him if his cough was productive...the comedian said "uh, well, I'm not USING it for anything."
I'm sick, again, too. I'm not surprised, since I handled student IDs in hundreds in rapid succession the other day, and half my office is sick. But I'm sick of being sick. I'm sick of winter already.
grumble grumble thanks for listening. ;)
The best will be when the lung flute hits the US market. It will make guainefsin look like the ineffective crap that it is.
They really downsize the dose, if you take 4x the amount it works better.
When I was in school I turned a bunch of Lignum Vitae on the lathe (that's where guaifenesin comes from - Lignum Vitae, not lathes) and after breathing in a few lungfulls of that dust I can say it works quite well as an inhalant. The syrup even at LD50 doses is only moderately effective in comparison to the fresh dust.
Interesting side note: Apart from Natalie, Lignum Vitae is one of the few woods that does not float.
So I finally went to the doc...got the Exalted Nurse (nurse practitioner) which was fine. She diagnosed sinus infection. But what about the stuff in my lungs? Nada? She mentioned Mucinex to break up the stuff in my head so I bought the generic version. Sure enough, I NOW have a cough and it's quite productive. I'm thinking of starting a manufacturing company, though I might import most phlegm from Mexico or China where I can get cheap workers. The guano-whatever has done nothing for my pounding headache...head feels so full my ears and teeth hurt.
Oh, for that you need pseudoephedrine. :D
Back in the days when I didn't have to worry about high BP, those two OTC meds got me through colds just fine. Now I have to suffer through. :(
Yeah, my BP was elevated, and she asked me if I was taking something. Last thing I took was Nyquil the night before about 9. The rise in BP alarmed me, but they didn't seem too bothered by it.
I think there's pseudo in the theraflu crap I'm trying, and also in the Nyquil.
This is the cold that just keeps giving. :)
Shaw, I was also told that stuffy sinuses can elevate BP all by themselves. So unless it was over 180 or something, I wouldn't worry.
It was closer to 160...I guess not too bad, but it's something I have to watch, and it's been better as of late, so it worried me a bit.
Thanks. :)
The low number is the one that matters, should be under 85. The high number can be influenced by caffiene, stress, meds etc...
"sharp" cheddar cheese that isn't.
people who feel the need to quote the entire immediately preceding post they are responding directly to.
tv show "seasons" that are only 3 or 4 shows long, with 6 month hiatuses.
Mariah Carey
Idiots who call 911 and ask dispatchers who are locked inside a room with NO windows "is it snowing outside?" here's a thought... GO THE FUCK OUTSIDE AND LOOK FOR YOURSELF!!
I *HATE* it when you're right!
I *HATE* it when you're right!
Score 1 for juju!! that makes it juju=1 capnhowdy=never wrong except this time!! LOL
....walks over to bar..... pours a double and shuts the fuck up....
haha!! I do love you baby!!
I'm 10 42. Gotta get to the office early in am. Careful out there. Love......
I'm 10 42. Gotta get to the office early in am. Careful out there. Love......
10 42?
either way, you guys need a 10-3 on this channel, and I think I'm going to invent 10-101 which is GET A ROOM (room 101 :eek:)
I hate when I wash my chapstick with my clothes :o
Ugh! I did that too..last week, in a load of darks. Three pairs of black pants are ruined.
sorry monster, we can't help it...we are still in the honeymoon state. LOL
When I was in school I turned a bunch of Lignum Vitae on the lathe (that's where guaifenesin comes from - Lignum Vitae, not lathes) and after breathing in a few lungfulls of that dust I can say it works quite well as an inhalant.
I never knew that. So what were you making on the lathe? I've only heard of that wood when wood plane bodies are discussed.
I'm 10 42. Gotta get to the office early in am. Careful out there. Love......
10 42?
Sainsbury's in town is obviously suffering from the situation on the roads here. No probs to me as I always walk there... There was a lot of discounted stock today.
So I bought myself a ready meal for tonight. After debating a choice of three, I checked the Cottage Pie to make sure it would cook from frozen (in case I changed my mind and wanted to freeze it) and went for that one.
Bloody thing's only got a side of cauliflower cheese! B.L.E.U.R.G.H!
WHY? Why would you have cauliflower cheese with cottage pie?
So I can't eat it. It's too grim. Giving it to Grandad instead.
I mean it's not like I'm going to starve.
It's just the general feeling of self-pity I get when a treat turns out wrong.
:mecry:
Bloody thing's only got a side of cauliflower cheese! B.L.E.U.R.G.H!
WHY? Why would you have cauliflower cheese with cottage pie?
So I can't eat it. It's too grim. Giving it to Grandad instead.
So. I'm guessing not a fan of cauliflower. That's a bummer. I know what you mean about having your mouth all set for something. I think I might have eaten the pie and just pitched the cauliflower.
Tennis elbow. And a mildly pinched nerve in my neck.
I slog thru the ice and snow and find my prof has cancelled class!! dammmit!
Went into town and picked up my prescription. restocked on both my inhalers, some bath emollient, hydroxizine choride tablets, hydrous ointment, hydrocortisone 1% for my face and supposedly betamethasone valearate for the rest of my body. Except when I got back the betamethasone wasn't in the bag :( This was the thing I needed most. I really, really wanted to get a couple of days in using it to clear up a bad flare before I go down to London on Monday. Don't want to be uncomfortable and scritchety/sore on a long train journey. Am waiting for the surgery to call me back and crossing my fingers that i can go pick it up tomorrow morning.
But it's irritating me, because all the way home from town, I was thinking about having a long bath and then putting the stuff on, because I am so bloody sore right now. Gonna have to use up the little tube of hydrocortisone as a stop-gap measure. Not nearly as effective, but better than nowt.
[eta] surgery just called :) I can go into town tomorrow morning and pick some up. Am very relieved about that. Really didn't want to end up without it all next week! Hydrocortisone will help some tonight. That and the hydroxizine, should make me feel somewhat more human :P
I slog thru the ice and snow and find my prof has cancelled class!! dammmit!
Oh, I hear ya. I have 2 classes MWF. One canceled, the other didn't. I e-mailed *and* tried calling the prof to find out, but alas, I had to be there. Here. I mean I'm here now. In Rike. :)
Was that the alien-head dude who did that to you, Bri?
Oh and, btw, my 1:30 class is in the same room we had his class in last quarter.
Went into town and picked up my prescription. restocked on both my inhalers, some bath emollient, hydroxizine choride tablets, hydrous ointment, hydrocortisone 1% for my face and supposedly betamethasone valearate for the rest of my body. Except when I got back the betamethasone wasn't in the bag :( This was the thing I needed most. I really, really wanted to get a couple of days in using it to clear up a bad flare before I go down to London on Monday. Don't want to be uncomfortable and scritchety/sore on a long train journey. Am waiting for the surgery to call me back and crossing my fingers that i can go pick it up tomorrow morning.
But it's irritating me, because all the way home from town, I was thinking about having a long bath and then putting the stuff on, because I am so bloody sore right now. Gonna have to use up the little tube of hydrocortisone as a stop-gap measure. Not nearly as effective, but better than nowt.
I stopped into a pharmacy the other day just for greatly needed toilet paper. I paid for everything, and left the store with everything but the TP. Unlike your situation; I was the blooming idiot. That really burned me up considering how much I spent there on all the items, and continued to walk out without what I actually went there for.
Sorry about your flare up Dana, I forgot about your skin condition. I wish you relief!!!
Thanks Cic! Fair do's though, i think this one I brought on myself :P The excesses of Christmas and New Year have caught up with me. I'm not drinking any alcohol now for a bit. Or eating eggs! (went on a bit of a fry-fest over the Christmas season).
Oh, I hear ya. I have 2 classes MWF. One canceled, the other didn't. I e-mailed *and* tried calling the prof to find out, but alas, I had to be there. Here. I mean I'm here now. In Rike. :)
Was that the alien-head dude who did that to you, Bri?
Oh and, btw, my 1:30 class is in the same room we had his class in last quarter.
Hi! *waves at juni* Not the alien head dude, the rhetoric dude- a new dude. I'm getting ready for alien head right now. I'm in millet. I'll be in rike next for freaky hippie class. :D
Pete (hi, Dar!) the trouble with cauliflower is its pungent scent. As it's a ready meal, it's all cooked together (just in separate compartments) so I don't trust it not to stink of the draded c. How much worse would that be? Going through the cooking and having to bin it?
Dani - glad it was sorted out in the end, but as it was their mistake you might have considered a complainy phone call. They should at least have delivered to your doctor's. After all the pharmacy is bound to be making trips out, as so many OAPs have their prescriptions delivered.
Sorry - just reread and it looks like you're picking up from your surgery anyway.
*smiles* my surgery and chemist are in the same building :)
Weird looking rashy/inflammatory thing on the back of my hand and I've got a kid with a hideous skin something from a dirty home in my class.:thepain:
Uh oh. Maybe it's not related.
I told you to smack 'em with a ruler, instead of the back of your hand. ;)
I never knew that. So what were you making on the lathe? I've only heard of that wood when wood plane bodies are discussed.
A friend and I were building a Cape Cod Catboat and I was making a caulking mallet. LV is used for a lot of things, it is a very greasy wood and is used for bearings for propeller shafts in boats, it is also used for, well read about it here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lignum_vitae
I made two mallets and a number of other "treen" type stuff. I'll poke around and see if I can find the mallets.
I can understand why paperwork can be a drag on some people in specialized professions. But, what grinds my gears is when they try to place the blame of a breakdown or failure of something on the "I didn't get the paperwork for this." Amazing. I've been a paper pusher for 30 years. I was hired in this position because of an uncanny attention to detail in breaking down tasks - in this case: maintenance tasks on specialized equipment.
The machine breaks down and this technician tries to tell the boss he didn't received the "correct" paperwork outlining the job/s required. Production comes to a screaching halt. I have to "prove" the tech received the correct paperwork. That was the easy part - I went to HIS inbox and pulled out a 3" stack of miscellaneous paper. About an inch down, just under the twinkie wrapper, was the maintenance schedule outlining the required maintenance tasks for the previous week (which he didn't do). If said technician wasn't a 20 year employee with a clear work record he'd be wearing out the tile at the employment office.
I don't inderstand why some people (not all) can't "stand up" to the errors "they" make. This technician, I believe, has itty-bitty little balls.
I love paperwork. I'm a weirdo. (Loved it when I was in QA and love it in my current profession.) Must be that attention to detail you speak of.
Turbo does not like his new cat food...at all. He took two bites and that was all he would eat. I upgraded to Natural Balance which isnt made with meat-by-products, soy, wheat or corn gluten, or yeasts.
Luckily, I can return it to the pet store for an exchange to something he might eat, but still, here I thought I was doing something good for the cat and he snubs his nose at it....:headshake.
Don't give up yet, try mixing it with his current food first, adjusting the mix until its all new stuff in a couple weeks.
seriously, there has never been a case of a cat starving to death because they wouldn't eat the food they were fed.
Pissing on your pillow, absolutley. Starving? Not once.
Yeah, you just did the equivalent of switching a child from an all-Twinkie diet to vegetables. It's gonna take some getting used to.
seriously, there has never been a case of a cat starving to death because they wouldn't eat the food they were fed.
Pissing on your pillow, absolutley. Starving? Not once.
Heard of
Hepatic Lipidosis?
The condition is triggered when a cat stops eating due to stress, another disease or for any other reason. After a few days without food, the cat’s body will begin to use fat for energy. Cats do not metabolize fat well; therefore the fat cells build up in the liver and eventually prevent it from functioning normally. FHL is very dangerous for cats and can be life threatening if left untreated. "I strongly urge pet owners to contact their veterinarian if their cat has not eaten in one or two days," says AAHA member Dr. Ted Cohn of the University Hills Animal Hospital in Denver, Colo. "Feline hepatic lipidosis can progress rapidly and become life-threatening in a few days to a week after onset."
My older cat nearly died of it.
Pink Floyd
Wish You Were Here (Live)
Delicate Sound of Thunder (Live)
They rush. It sounds like somebody on stage is too excited to be touring with Pink Floyd and playing such a classic song. So, they let their nerves get away with them and they rush--and drag everybody along with them. When they get to the chorus, the vocals don't have room to breathe.
Heard of
replacement cats?
There's like a billion frigging cats that would be happy to take a finicky eater's place. I have no patience for otherwise healthy cats who go on pout hunger strikes. We used to adopt all our cats from kill shelters, preferably hours before their execution. We had no problems with finicky eaters. It was as if they understood "Oh you don't like it here? I'd be happy to take you back."
100% compliance with the Nutirmax or Wysong or whatever healthfood cat food we were giving them.
Thank god we're allergic to them now.
Radar? Is that you? :eyebrow:
wow that was a radar-esque post. I need to check my liver enzymes. Bilious much?
Heard of replacement cats?
There's like a billion frigging cats that would be happy to take a finicky eater's place. I have no patience for otherwise healthy cats who go on pout hunger strikes. We used to adopt all our cats from kill shelters, preferably hours before their execution. We had no problems with finicky eaters. It was as if they understood "Oh you don't like it here? I'd be happy to take you back."
100% compliance with the Nutirmax or Wysong or whatever healthfood cat food we were giving them.
Thank god we're allergic to them now.
My mom rescued their cat just seconds from his execution by an 80 pound dog. He's not at all grateful. Oh he eats, he DEMANDS to eat. He DEMANDS his dry food bowl be filled exactly to the rim at all times. He doesn't like wet cat food though, can't hardly get him to eat it. For awhile he was getting urinary tract infections and my mom was trying to feed him food to help with that (dry and wet). He would walk around meowing at us because he didn't want to eat what was in his bowl at all. He also prefers his water running.
Turbo does not like his new cat food...at all. He took two bites and that was all he would eat. I upgraded to Natural Balance which isnt made with meat-by-products, soy, wheat or corn gluten, or yeasts.
Luckily, I can return it to the pet store for an exchange to something he might eat, but still, here I thought I was doing something good for the cat and he snubs his nose at it....:headshake.
Take jinx's suggestion about slowly mixing in the new with the old. Its like the live toad in the boiling water. Throw it into a boiling pot and it jumps out, but if you put it in cold and slowly turn up the heat, it doesn't notice until its too late. MWAHAHAHAHA *choke**cough**cough*
Ok carry on...
My mom rescued their cat just seconds from his execution by an 80 pound dog. He's not at all grateful.
See, you and your mom know she rescued him, but he doesn't know. In his mind he was going to take out that dog and pop a cap in it's ass. He just sees your mom as someone who stopped him from making his big score.
I'm talking "Green Mile" cats who are shaved and strapped in and the doc is flicking the syringe when the phone rings...
THAT is a grateful ass cat.
Waiting for two things from eBay and neither arrived.
I hate waiting for the post, and worrying that the items are lost, and wondering how I'll convince the sender that I'm not scamming them.
Mum got her cheque from the solicitors for the sale of Aunty Alice's house today, so she phoned up to book a holiday for her, Dad and my sister and family. I was invited, but declined, because I felt I would be sidelined and consequently unhappy. I know I made the right decision, but it made me feel all hurt and left out today.
And it's a grey, dull day, pouring with rain and the rest of the snow has finally gone.
So I guess you could say I am feeling sorry for myself today.
I think I probably woke up like it, and have just found things to hang my mood on.
Sigh.
I was invited, but declined, because I felt I would be sidelined and consequently unhappy.
Why would you be sidelined?
My sister has a very set schedule when they go away.
Mum & Dad go along with it, so I'd always be doing what other people wanted. She also doesn't put any store in my opinion, very rarely addresses me directly and doesn't consider me to be family in the same way she does Mum & Dad. For example she's often invited them over since I've been living here, excluding me. Mum asked if I was invited the first couple of times, but stopped asking when the answer was No.
It's just easier not to go. Especially as Mum would feel caught in the middle. This way they all enjoy it.
I still get to go out for the family meal, and my bro & SIL will be there, so there's not any awkwardness.
I just had to order 2 new hard drives for a store to replace the 2 new hard drives I ordered last week. Why? Because the tech installed them to find out the 2 new drives I had ordered had been sent with the wrong IP addresses. I double checked my order, I did it right, its the group that stages them that messed up. This happens all the time, so we have a lot of waste.
The really really annoying thing is that the new drives are sent without access to our admin account. The new drive's IP is wrong, can't connect to it at all to setup the admin account, and can't have the tech on site log into the admin to fix the IPs. So our only choice is to replace them again. If the drives were just sent with access to our admin account enabled, we could just have the tech fix the IPs, but for some stupid reason that's considered a security risk. Yup, that's right, our equipment is so secure even we can't access it!
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I am trying to read a users manual to hook up my mom's dvd player and she keeps calling every 15 min!
I love my mom.
Don't give up yet, try mixing it with his current food first, adjusting the mix until its all new stuff in a couple weeks.
Take jinx's suggestion about slowly mixing in the new with the old. Its like the live toad in the boiling water. Throw it into a boiling pot and it jumps out, but if you put it in cold and slowly turn up the heat, it doesn't notice until its too late. MWAHAHAHAHA *choke**cough**cough*
Ok carry on...
I did it...I mixed the two foods and guess what...???
HE'S EATING !!! YAY!!!
Thanks for the suggestion. Its funny because every bag of food tells you to do it, but I really didn't consider it. I'm really interested to see if this new food will cause any changes...not that he has any problems (that I know of). I fed my former cat Iams for thirteen years and he died of a stomach tumor. Im probably wrong, but I like to blame Iams for that.
congrats pico
My orange cat was shedding but he will eat anything.
I bought him some premium pet store food and wow what a difference even after a couple of days. It's been about two weeks now maybe.
He is soft as silk and no flying fur. He is eating less too.
That would be a nice side effect! I also changed Pico's food too...hopefully it will control his shedding too. And maybe (please) his breath too. He has got death breath.
You should see some really good healthy transformations.:)
I am happy he decided to give the food a try.
I don't know about death breath though. My mom's poodle has that and I think it's because she is old.
The poodle swallowed a chicken bone yesterday. I distracted my mom from her lunch and the dog got it. My mom is panicking so I must take them to the vet. Like in a few minutes.
I'm not in to it either.
Don't buy cheap cat food.
Today is Laying About Day.
oh. That's not mildly irritating....never mind.
Don't buy cheap cat food.
Did my cat make you write that?
damn, I just remembered I didn't exercise yet today and I already had a beer.....
damn, I just remembered I didn't exercise yet today and I already had a beer.....
What?!! You mean you're NOT supposed to have a beer before you exercise?? Oh Shit! Nobody tell Capn! That is the biggest part of the exercise regimen he has me on!!
nah, it just makes me feel less like going to do it.
But I did :D Not a huge work out, but a 10 minute sprint on a medium level of the eliptical is better than a beer and a bag of chips. In some respects. *sigh*.
A good strong beer takes the guilt out of exercise.
A good strong beer takes the guilt out of exercise.
That's why I drink beer when i DON'T exercise, takes the guilty feeling away while I sit on the couch watching Richard Simmons bounce happily around!
Oh no...I hope he is OK.
She is ok. My mom is worried but when I got to her house the poodle is jumping and being all excited. I said mom this isn't a sick dog.
The dog ate that thin bone on the side of a chicken leg. I think she will pass it. I hope.
I ended up putting trying out curtains for her window and setting up a movie for her to watch. My mom not the dog :p
Minifob has been watching this video all afternoon. If you don't see what's so bad about it, skip to about 45 seconds in. :rolleyes:
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ok now I watched from 30 - over a minute - which part specifically? I think I know, just checkin to be sure.
raspberry
I would think it's the entire fucking thing.
Don't lie, you know you made it your new ringtone.
Gotta admit, it's catchy. :D
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I thought it was cute Clod.
at 60 seconds I had a seizure.
mild annoyance - sprained thumb
Keep it warm and moist.;)
Keep it warm and moist. :haha:
Minifob has been watching this video all afternoon. If you don't see what's so bad about it, skip to about 45 seconds in. :rolleyes:
[youtube]bCPXqNYN9-k[/youtube]
I think it's cute. I'm gonna show this to my nephew and have him dance with it. He sits at the computer too much. :p
Keep it warm and moist.;)
Efforted.
mild annoyance - sprained thumb
A guy is at a restaurant. When the waiter brings serves the soup he's got his thumb in it. The customer shoots him a dirty look and asks "Why the hell have you got your thumb in my soup?"
"I sprained it and xoxoxoBruce told me to
keep it warm and moist." Replied the waiter.
"Well, then. why don't you stick your thumb up your ass?" shouts the customer.
"I do that when I'm in the kitchen."
I'll be here all week folks. Try the soup.
I've been searching online for a flowering tree, bush or shrub that doesn't grow taller than 6 feet.
I find it annoying that nature didn't create magnolias for small spaces. grr
I would love a magnolia tree!
I need a tree for my 4 foot circular area. I think I do anyway.
Perhaps a dwarf Japanese maple.
Pay attention to how much sun that area gets, those maples dont like afternoon sun and also need the protection of other trees or the house.
What about a Rose of Sharon or a Dwarf korean Lilac or even a Pee Gee Hydranga?
Pay attention to how much sun that area gets, those maples dont like afternoon sun and also need the protection of other trees or the house.
What about a Rose of Sharon or a Dwarf korean Lilac or even a Pee Gee Hydranga?
The area gets very hot so boo hoo on the maple.
The suggestions you have are very nice alternates. It may be too small an area for the width of the Pee Gee but it is a very beautiful tree.
I will look into the Rose of Sharon and the Dwarf Korean Lilac a little more closely. Thank you so much Pete.
You could also plant a variety of vines if you put a simple trellis/cage (like a stepladder) in that space. Also, Wisteria will form a mini-tree, in the absence of something to climb.
Xob you should have your own ask xob thread ;)
Can't trust him, he'll lie to ya. ;)
Magnolias are very expensive.
You could also plant a variety of vines if you put a simple trellis/cage (like a stepladder) in that space. Also, Wisteria will form a mini-tree, in the absence of something to climb.
Got me conjuring up visions of loveliness.
Magnolias are very expensive.
Around $30 if I order a start from an online nursery but I am leaning vine of some sort or a Camellia.
I do like the dwarf Koren lilac. The only reason I am not considering of the Rose of Sharon is that I already have three red perennials planted.
http://www.naturehills.com/product/camellia.aspx
or maybe Hydrangea Edgy Orbits.
I dunno. I done spinning my wheels for a while.
I'm mildly irritating to myself.:)
Koren or korean?
Korean Lilac!
I'm mildly irritating to myself.:)
Korean Lilac!
That's very pretty.
Have you ever seen a smoke-bush? I love 'em. I don't know if it would do well for you. Says they grow 10-12ft, but I think they're slow growers.
More info and pictures:
http://urbanext.illinois.edu/ShrubSelector/detail_plant.cfm?PlantID=378
I don't know all that much about plants, but I'm gonna try to get my dad to turn their front field into butterfly wildflower field. I might make it a father's day/birthday present. Buy him the seeds and help him get them in. Despite his hard exterior, he really loves butterflies.
That's very pretty.
Have you ever seen a smoke-bush? I love 'em. I don't know if it would do well for you. Says they grow 10-12ft, but I think they're slow growers.
More info and pictures: http://urbanext.illinois.edu/ShrubSelector/detail_plant.cfm?PlantID=378
I don't know all that much about plants, but I'm gonna try to get my dad to turn their front field into butterfly wildflower field. I might make it a father's day/birthday present. Buy him the seeds and help him get them in. Despite his hard exterior, he really loves butterflies.
Yes I saw one online. They would make for a great pastoral scene with a barn in the background ..maybe a little mist on the foothills.
I think that is a wonderful gift to give! I think it is thoughtful. I would love a flower growers kit myself so I think so.
Have just survived three whole days of my mother's negativity.
Argh.
Some of it still rankles.
She was nice to me - I can only recall one occasion where she said something that hurt, but I swear she moaned about everything else.
Everything was stupid, or badly planned or had something wrong with it, or induced a tut or a comment or a complaint.
Okay, not everything.
But it started with the fact there is no dedicate coach station in Cardiff, we were just set down at a stop. That issue lasted til we got to the B&B. Then she was muttering because we were offered tea or coffee and shown a map of Cardiff with all the attractions on while we checked in - she wanted to drop the bags off and leave immediately. It sort of carried on like that.
The tiny little Tesco Express on the Bay was stupid for only having two people serving and too crowded. The traffic lights were stupid for staying on too long (when we were in a taxi) and changing too soon when we were on foot. The people in the pub were glaring at us because we were sat in "their" seats (from their accents they were tourists too, so I think that's unlikely). There wasn't a Wetherspoons near the theatre so she had to wait for me in Lloyds. She couldn't work my camera outside because it was too bright or in the Doctor Who Experience because it was too dark.
She thinks we're doing this again next year, when JB is in panto in Glasgow. NO. I will go alone, and have a better time by not having to grin and bear it. We do get on well, but I can't be doing with someone always looking for the next thing to go wrong.
I am also going to post in the happy thread, because I did have a good time. I just had to get this off my chest.
How old is she, SG? Could it be the early symptoms of a neurological peoblem e.g. dementia, alzheimer's? Irritability and argumentitiveness can be signs of underlying confusion or awareness/frustration that their mental facilties are changing.
She's only 64 this year. I know she feels she lost some of her memory during the menopause, but she always been a pretty irritable person. I suppose this weekend was a more extreme example and it probably was because she was somewhere unfamiliar.
Much as she implies that Dad holds her back, always wanting to stick to the same routine, she definitely has a limited comfort zone herself. That has probably become smaller with age. I did notice she wasn't as aware as me - I can walk and talk and notice things and think all at the same time. Mum has to stop to do things, and missed some quite obvious things that I had to point out (opening times clearly displayed, street names, bus stop information etc - and she has better eyesight than me). Her pettishness was more marked at times like that I suppose.
Maybe I will relent and consider Glasgow. She's always been so organised and paid such attention to detail before. If it's just a case of slowing myself down then I can deal with that.
Ooh no, don't relent...... not unless she'll be really hurt ....having mum in tow has gotta cramp your style when you're on the pull, no?
She may be more irritable than usual because of recent stress and upsets as well SG.
I am PO'ed because I burned a beef pot roast that was supposed to be my dinner for the next 3 days. Had my head stuck in a book and didn't go check on the meat in time. Its the end of the month, too. So, I get to eat ramen for the next 3 days. *grumble, grumble* :(
you can't just cut of the burned bit and add garlic/similar to the rest?
It was a round steak, not an actual roast, and its burned all over. :headshake
Well, at least you are thorough.
One of the turtles has a respiratory infection and may not make it.
Sorry to hear that Toad. Um, how exactly does a turtle get a respiratory infection... and how do you know?
Um, how exactly does a turtle get a respiratory infection... and how do you know?
He sneezes, coughs, uses all your Afrin and Kleenex.
My stoooooopit professor is annoying me.
Him: "Why didn't you come to class monday? Did you NOT DO THE WORK?"
Me: "Sorry."
Well, of the two turtles, one of them has grown at a tremendous rate, really succeeding, and the other just never took off. Fed poorly, would only eat dried shrimp and not the standard food pellets. Saturday we put them into a new aquarium but little one seemed to not be taking to it. She swam on the surface instead of diving. It turns out that's a bad sign. Then she started making this sort of cough or gasp movement which is a sign of a respiratory problem. She may have had it for quite some time.
Is it treatable? Can you take turtles to the Vee Ee Tee?
In theory, I think, you can put antibiotics into their water... in actual practice, there are no vets interested in seeing a baby turtle in 24 hours within about an hour's drive.
I've been searching online for a flowering tree, bush or shrub that doesn't grow taller than 6 feet.
I find it annoying that nature didn't create magnolias for small spaces. grr
I would love a magnolia tree!
I need a tree for my 4 foot circular area. I think I do anyway.
Perhaps a dwarf Japanese maple.
This person I know planted a magnolia tree in her front yard, near the house. She told me it's a dwarf kind, not supposed to grow very big. I can ask for its name and such if you're still interested in getting a small magnolia tree.
Aw, poor little turtle, hope she pulls through it. :(
Spike eats too much, to the point that I'm concerned. He begs noisily and relentlessly every couple of hours for food, was literally jumping on spencer's face at 11pm last night demanding to be fed. I had been trying to put him off a few hours...
He eats WAY more than dennis. But he still won't touch the dry food.
Kittens are supposed to eat more than adult cats. It says so on my cat food.
One of the turtles has a respiratory infection and may not make it.
Sorry to hear UT. I know how you can get attached to such little animals.
One year I got 2 green anole lizards for my bday, the female started acting sick and staying brown all the time (anole lizards change color based on mood, temp and camouflage). I tried separating her from the male. No change until she died, two weeks after I got them. I was so upset and crying so hard, one of my siblings distracted me and got me out of the room, then the other sibling moved her. When I came back in they were all "Look she's still alive, she moved!" I wasn't fooled though, there was one of her feeding crickets standing on her head. It was nice they were trying though. My brother made her a little wooden coffin and burned the image of a lizard on top.
Kittens are supposed to eat more than adult cats. It says so on my cat food.
Does it sat they're supposed to climb your legs and jump on the stove every time you try to cook anything? Are they supposed to stick their head in your mouth trying to go after whatever you just ate?
Does it sat they're supposed to climb your legs and jump on the stove every time you try to cook anything? Are they supposed to stick their head in your mouth trying to go after whatever you just ate?
That's an upgrade trim package.
scalded my hand and wrist making dinner. damnit.
Are they supposed to stick their head in your mouth trying to go after whatever you just ate?
Maybe I'll rethink my Siamese wants.
That's an upgrade trim package.
lol
but really
scalded my hand and wrist making dinner. damnit.
ouch!
Does it sat they're supposed to climb your legs and jump on the stove every time you try to cook anything? Are they supposed to stick their head in your mouth trying to go after whatever you just ate?
No. Doesn't say anything about them begging for the ice pack you're using on your scalded hand either, but Atomic wanted it soooooo bad. Then I gave it to him and he walked off in disgust after a quick sniff. Perhaps he was actually after the lightly steamed monster flesh?
My kitten looooves ice cubes. Chasing them across the floor, then licking them into submission.
I'm sorry about ur hand, monnie.
I'm sorry about your hand too Monnie....
but (altogether now!) I'm not sorry about ur finger!
the lightly steamed monster flesh?
in a Béarnaise sauce? :yum:
Below is my burn from 14 January.
It itches like buggery and still gets caught on my clothes (hence the new rips in it).
So it is technically irritating me, but I'm posting in sympathy with Monster really.
Diz goes fruitloop for my fruit at the moment.
I'm having cherries, grapes and lychees and he thinks they are all toys. He grumbles and whines and tried to get them out of the bowl or bag I am eating them from. I gave him a grape to play with the other day and after rolling it around for a bit he tried to eat it. I took it away of course, he has a disconcerting habit of wiping himself on things if he gets an upset stomach. Like my duvet, or the wallpaper.
OUCH! Both SG and Monnie.
SG, have you and can you see a doctor about that? You might need some extra strong cream or something to get it healed up. I guess Jan 14, 2 weeks, it looks like its healing ok....but can't be too cautious.
Bad cravings are taking over my brain. I really want fast food, and a cigarette (haven't had one in almost a year and it was never a habit).
My muscles are super-sore from work out yesterday, and I have a workout class tomorrow (college weight training). Getting into shape sucks. I haven't called my g-ma to thank her for the b-day card and money, but I really think I'll get to it tomorrow. I hope.
Co workers that have been doing this Job Longer than I have , and I have to explain BASIC principles to every time we work together, and they STILL end up just standing around watching me work with blank stares on their faces .
Get a Clue or go be a greater at WaldoMart !!!!!!
MTP - it is healing well, just slowly. I didn't take any pictures of it in scab stage... That was the messy bit, where the scab breaks open and weeps...
Now it's just the fact that the scab has fallen off and the new skin underneath is still very thin and shiny and prone to tears. Burns really are great value. Inch for inch they cause far more problems than cuts or grazes!
Well done for the new fitness regime! I'm currently counting down to Amsterdam (39 days!) and on a panicked self-improvement jag again. Been a week so far. Then I'll get there and spoil it all :)
Today I am annoyed because our home PC is not working. Have had to come into the library to log on. I actually had some valid things to do online, as well as wasting my time here! Never mind, all done now. I can just chat for the next 30 mins. Except the lad next to me is rocking back and forward with one of his hands in his pocket. I'm pretty confident he is not wanking in the library, but the movement is distracting anyway - grrrr. *
All I have to buy in town today is an anniversary card for the 'rents. Nice shopping task. Must make sure that is ALL I buy.
* ETA - the man who has come to sit on the other side of me stinks of wee. Bloody hell.
I allowed my raincloud cow-orker to undermine my good mood yesterday. I guess I'll poke UG with a stick until I feel better.
I put makeup on, it melts off!
I'm freaking out. I got word I might be sent back to the US soon due to the troop draw down. This is my home, my comfort zone. The thoughts of being a civilian are so scary especially since I can't live on my disability rating. Plus, I'll have to deal with my demon ex.
Ducknuts- It melts because you are so "hot"
I'm freaking out. I got word I might be sent back to the US soon due to the troop draw down. This is my home, my comfort zone. The thoughts of being a civilian are so scary especially since I can't live on my disability rating. Plus, I'll have to deal with my demon ex.
I thought you were going on a road trip to visit SG
...especially since I can't live on my disability rating.
Surely you can live on your abilities, not your disabilities? You've just served in an almost-war zone, you must be able to do heaps of stuff.
I don't want to sound patronising but you will make a new life for yourself somehow.
Sarge.... you ever consider recruiting?
I'm too old to switch to recruiting/AGR. You have to be able to complete 20 years prior to age 60. I can't go back to law enforcement due to my physical limitations. I'm worried about finding work in today's economy that will be even half of what I make now.
Another major issue is the ex & our continuing court battles.
Damn... that sucks. Good luck with it. I know you'll come up with something.
dammit. Have to go in to class today - they've only cancelled till noon.
Power flickering just crashed my computer. Maybe I should switch to the laptop.
The humidity here at the moment....
My hands are so dry I'm getting cracked fingertips. It looks like there are some cuts on my palm too. Not sure it's due from dry skin or I accidently cut it somewhere. In any case, ouch...:(
dammit. Have to go in to class today - they've only cancelled till noon.
It's a little bit late to tell you this, but they canceled all day. ;)
Hope you checked e-mail one more time before you went in!
ducksnuts - what's the temp/humidity levels like there? It my mind I picture it like south Mississippi.
My hands are so dry I'm getting cracked fingertips. It looks like there are some cuts on my palm too. Not sure it's due from dry skin or I accidently cut it somewhere. In any case, ouch...:(
Moisturize moisturize moisturize. Put an Aveeno dispenser by each sink in your house and at work, and one in your car. Every time you wash your hands, moisturize. Whenever you have a long wait at the traffic light, moisturize.
I totally feel your pain. Well, at least I used to until I adopted this strategy.
Horrible commute this morning on Metro. The radio traffic reports made it sound like everything was back to normal for the below ground stations, but I'd estimate they are running at about 20% of their normal carrying capacity by running the trains every 25 minutes instead of every 5 minutes. Not that big of a deal, except I'd estimate they have roughly 60% of their normal passengers. You can't fit 60 into 20.
Long-winded way of saying it took a long time and was extremely crowded.
yeah...took me nearly 2 hours to get here today. was going good until i got to the bridge. traffic lights were out, and no one thought to send a cop out to direct traffic.
edit: so...i showed up at 9:20......and I leave at 1pm. i assume it will be another long ride home.....say 3.5 hours in the car to work 3 hours and 40 minutes. I'm protesting this injustice by being completely unproductive today.
Man, I got an e-mail alert a short while ago saying a metro train derailed in a tunnel downtown. Minor derailment, and nobody is hurt. Fortunately, the problem is on another line, so it's won't impact me. But the red line folks are fucked.
I'm going to leave 1.5 hours early to beat the worst of the rush home.
ducksnuts - what's the temp/humidity levels like there? It my mind I picture it like south Mississippi.
Our temps have been around 90 - 100 f since the end of December, usually we have a week at a time like that, then a break. No break at the moment.
Last week it was still in the 90's, then we got 4 inches of rain in 24hrs. Yesterday it was 32c and raining...blah.
Is this even a sentence?!
At the end of the dictation, wait to hear the Job ID Number to play Press * to repeat Job ID Number OR Press # to Continue
yes, I think it would probably vertigious on the
Win 7 install hangs on my system.
jellyfish stingers
Ouch. Did you pee on it? :blush:
Win 7 install hangs on my system.
Were you doing a clean install?
Yah, it hangs anywhere between the opening screen and the first file transfer.
jellyfish stingers
Ouch. Did you pee on it? :blush:
Uh. No.
The stings themselves are only painful for a moment. But the next day, I get crazy itchy welts that take a week or two to disappear.
We did five reefs, on five separate outings. Probably around 10 hours in the water, so a couple dozen stings is nominal for me. What I really need to do is invest in the
proper clothing.
Yah, it hangs anywhere between the opening screen and the first file transfer.
Blech! Have you verified the memory and hard drive yet?
Uh. No.
The stings themselves are only painful for a moment. But the next day, I get crazy itchy welts that take a week or two to disappear.
The ammonia in the urine is supposed to help, but that's just hearsay on my part.
I hope to run memtest86 on the system tonight.
I hope to run momtress86 on the system tonight.
here ya go, not sure how fast she can run, though
The ammonia in the urine is supposed to help, but that's just hearsay on my part.
After researching it, it turns out that it's stingers from the nymphs of the thimble jelly, very common around the island. And vinegar is supposed to be the ticket, not ammonia. :headshake
I hope to run memtest86 on the system tonight.
What's the verdict?
Couldn't get the memtest image to burn to CD. Don't know why.
Man, there is just nothing like holding your child and having her unexpectedly projectile vomit all over you. Had to take a shower to get the smell out of my hair. Good times.
ugghhh. nope nothing quite like it.
Well, there is something almost quite like it; having them vomit in your open mouth as you are talking to them (Don't recommend it, FYI) and having them projectile shit all over you and anything in a three foot radius. (yes, I am using the term radius correctly)
Indeed, good times... someday we'll look back on this and...
reminds me of why I stuck to cats.
I'll bet she shags like a minx...
meh... I bet she just lays there and lets you do all the work.
memtest ran overnight, all tests passed.
memtest ran overnight, all tests passed.
What's next? Can one of the Linux live cds run a drive test?
Hmm. Have you tried reinstalling XP? That'd be interesting. If it installs ok, then it's probably not faulty hardware but a hardware incompatibility with Win7.
Various forums suggest: pulling all but one RAM stick, updating the BIOS firmware, moving the install disk to a bootable thumb drive. I'm thinking that #2 is the best suggestion, but it's also the highest degree of difficulty.
I was able to copy the install DVD to a thumb drive just to prove that the DVD was OK. Maybe I will try making it bootable just to see what happens.
I went ahead and updated the BIOS. It worked!
The MB is the Asus M2N SLI. Asus makes it pretty easy to update your BIOS.
what's that, boy? Timmy is down the well?
I went ahead and updated the BIOS. It worked!
The MB is the Asus M2N SLI. Asus makes it pretty easy to update your BIOS.
Groovy. And the win7 install?
Yeah that's what I meant by It worked - should have been more specific. After updating the BIOS, the Win7 install worked. I am in the process of trying to get the old apps running on the new installation.
Excellent. Let us know how you like it.
And how it performs on older hardware.
I've got win7 working on my 5-year-old desktop. It's been far more stable than xp ever was.
Sick day today. Almost lost my voice yesterday, couldn't hear anything, sinus pain kept me from sleeping, was supposed to show the program to some folks today, and CPS came by... again. People treat kids decently kbythx.
Let me axe you something (gum crack gum crack gum slurp).
That is all.
Let me axe you something (gum crack gum crack gum slurp).
That is all.
HA HA HA A HAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Sick day today. Almost lost my voice yesterday, couldn't hear anything, sinus pain kept me from sleeping, ...
Had that Tues & Wed, feel much better this morning. Try Tussin CF, it helped me.
Heeheheheee...tussin!
Got a broken leg? Throw some tussin on it! :)
Let me axe you something (gum crack gum crack gum slurp).
That is all.
Earlier this week on the elevator up to work, there was a yuppie type making loud juicy noises with his gum. I nearly hurled on his wingtips.
Isn't it awful?
I see women chewing gum like it's cud, polished lovely professional looking women, I think "oh don't do that it's so unsightly." :lol:
This is why I don't often chew gum. I'm probably obnoxious too.
my counterpart chews with his damn mouth open. MACK MACK MACK.
Guy two cubies down eats potato chips so loudly I think he's chewing bricks.
I guess I'm sensitive to these things: we kid my dad 'cause he hates food noises too and just try to eat celery quietly at the dinner table. The look on his face! I would go into the living room with my celery. Hahahaha.
ANY kind of mouth noises really disgust me. I am hyper sensitive to them. Not only eating (although this can shred my nerves to the point of crazy woman) but also coughing, sneezing, even noisy yawning. Disgusting.
My gripe today. I got charged £50 fees for a direct debit that bounced in January. I cancelled it in December and agreed to pay via my prepay card because they can collect that fortnightly (my money comes through fortnightly) whereas a DD collects on the same date every month - when I cannot guarantee money will be in there. What I forgot to do was cancel it with my bank. Now it should be enough to cancel it with the company I am paying to, but of course they don't have any real reason to shake a leg and cancel it - the worst that can happen from their point of view is that they get an extra payment for something I owe them anyway.
So all my own fault.
Just it comes straight out of my Amsterdam fund :(
The silver lining is that I called my bank, checked the DD is NOW cancelled, checked I was not going to get charged again and that's all sorted.
I've told myself I'll hit the big supermarket behind the 'Dam when I get there anyway. I won't have a fridge in my room, but I'm sure I can save some money by buying food like a local rather than a tourist. Even prepacked sandwiches will be cheaper than ordering broodjes in an eetcafe, and I can get Vlaamse Frieten on the street.
Silly to be disappointed - it's more than I have at home!
Oh SG, I keep finding myself doing things like that...then scrambling to fix it. I might never learn. :(
Today I'm irritated because I have to drive my dumbass to Cleveland. I don't want to drive my dumbass to Cleveland. Don't know what time they'll let me hit the road, then I spend the night and go to a seminar tomorrow then drive my dumbass back home.
I'm just not in the mood. It's rainy and gloomy and it may turn into snow somewhere along my route.
But, I might actually learn something and the seminar is in a really nice hotel so I suppose my room will be very nice...so there's that.
OK, done with bitching. We now resume regular programming.
I have a fucking budget council to attend tonight. I hate budget council, it goes on for fucking evah!
Starts at 6pm, could well still be there at midnight.
Today's the first anniversary of Dad's death. Not that I'm particularly glum or even particularly thinking about most of te time. But I'd have liked to have a quiet night in tonight.
Tomorrow is my Birthday. I'll be spending tomorrow afternoon and evening sitting on the Planning Committee. Afternoon sitting 3pm-5.15pm. Then a meal then back in for the evening sitting 6pm- however long it takes, probably 9.30pm.
This is in the mildly irritating thread, because it is mildly irritaing to me the way these dates have fallen. I shouldn't complain. It's not as if i don't get paid. But i do feel a little like stamping my feet and shouting 'Not Fair!'
:P
Shawnee, get a book on tape or CD - you wont mind the drive half as much.
Ah shoot Dana....that sux.
Hang tough Dana - dunno what else to say. It sucks no matter what, but hopefully you can look back and focus on all the good times.
Oh, and an early Happy Birthday to you!
Hey Dana, sorry I missed your birthday.
And sorry you had to try to stay awake rather than having time to yourself.
Just got bad news on my dad. I explained it all in my thread called caregiver for parents but to make a long story short...he is dying and there is nothing more that can be done other than to make him comfortable and try to keep him out of pain. The doctor said it was up to dad and to God.
The heart surgeon even told me that if dad stopped smoking at this very moment, it would not change anything because there is so very much damage done to his heart and veins. I had to be strong and break the news to my mom and even though she says she is prepared, she is still taking it very hard. They have been married 47 years and have never lived apart one from the other.
Thanks friends and especially thanks to my wonderful capnhowdy who is keeping me going!
So sorry juju :'(
Nothing else I can say. Thinking of you tho.
I have a fucking budget council to attend tonight. I hate budget council, it goes on for fucking evah!
Starts at 6pm, could well still be there at midnight.
Today's the first anniversary of Dad's death. Not that I'm particularly glum or even particularly thinking about most of te time. But I'd have liked to have a quiet night in tonight.
Tomorrow is my Birthday. I'll be spending tomorrow afternoon and evening sitting on the Planning Committee. Afternoon sitting 3pm-5.15pm. Then a meal then back in for the evening sitting 6pm- however long it takes, probably 9.30pm.
This is in the mildly irritating thread, because it is mildly irritaing to me the way these dates have fallen. I shouldn't complain. It's not as if i don't get paid. But i do feel a little like stamping my feet and shouting 'Not Fair!'
:P
Bummer Dana, meetings like that suck. Maybe you could liven it up and make it memorable by wearing your birthday suit.
It's a thought.
... by wearing your birthday suit.
And taking pictures. :D
Some asshole in Europe stole my credit card number and racked up over $11,000 in charges before anybody noticed. It's a cut-and-dried case, obviously stolen and no way will I have to pay for any it, but I still gotta deal with the hassle.
Goodness! How did someone in Europe manage to get hold of a credit card number from Austin? Or do you know?
UUUUUndertooooadd????????? :eyebrow:
or so you say ... monsieur Toad
Clod - Some DH got mine in Niagara Falls a few years ago. Very similar thing. It sucks and it is a hassle. Sorry :(
One suggestion for all. If you use a credit card online get one with a $500 limit and keep it separate from your other accts. Use ONLY this one online. The damage, hassles and losses for everything and everyone will be infinitely less.
One suggestion for all. If you use a credit card online get one with a $500 limit and keep it separate from your other accts. Use ONLY this one online. The damage, hassles and losses for everything and everyone will be infinitely less.
$500? But then I would have to pay it off every month!
;)
Hmm... I might just do that, classic. I've never even thought about online safety, because normally my credit card company is really, really good at flagging suspicious activity and calling immediately. They've called 3 or 4 times when I did something unusual, and when Mr. Clod's card number was stolen awhile back they caught it within hours. I have absolutely no idea why this activity wasn't noticed by their fraud algorithms: first thousands upon thousands of dollars in cash advances (and I've never, ever done a cash advance on my card) at three separate locations, then a dozen grocery store sprees in a foreign country--plus meanwhile, I'm still making my normal purchases in retail outlets in my home country. I had to be the one to contact them, after my card got declined because Eurotrash McDouchebag had hit my credit limit.
$500? But then I would have to pay it off every month!
Yeh - the fiscal responsibility of it all is a relentless reminder :p:
You can adjust the amount to whatever you want though. Mine is $500 just because thats more than I ever spend online in a month and the least I could get.
I use one of those pre-paid cards for Internet purchases. It only costs $3.00 to load one, and anyone who tries to run amuck with it is going to be severely disappointed.
I was the victim of credit card fraud back in 1999 -- someone at the graduate school admissions office was scamming SSNs from student applications. It was obviously not my card, not my fault; the credit card company absolved me of all liability. I was advised to put a warning in my credit report mandating that I be contacted at the listed telephone number before any credit cards could be issued.
One suggestion for all. If you use a credit card online get one with a $500 limit and keep it separate from your other accts.
Wouldn't work for me; I routinely buy things online that are in the multiple thousand dollar range. (Like airfare to India.) I know what the policy of my credit card company is, and I am comfortable with that. It's my
only credit card.
Gotcha - thats why I said . . .
You can adjust the amount to whatever you want though. Mine is $500 just because thats more than I ever spend online in a month and the least I could get.
Sick day today. Almost lost my voice yesterday, couldn't hear anything, sinus pain kept me from sleeping, was supposed to show the program to some folks today, and CPS came by... again. People treat kids decently kbythx.
Did you go from there to a vomit and runs stage? I did. Not fun.
I took a pass on the vomit bit. I was really nauseous Thursday but held off. The shitz were fully engaged.
Stupid people.
Lil Lookout and some of his friends were playing airsoft wars yesterday and the big brothers were pounding on them so I took them all out to a spot we use for paintball and the like. This is the middle of the desert, literally a 30 minute hike to the nearest road. We have trenches, foxholes, and forts built in and around the base of the mountain there.
Picture kids ranging from 8-12 decked out in camouflage running around shooting the hell out of each other. I was playing too but I don't have the protective equipment the kids do so I was just wearing regular khaki type clothing, safety goggles, and a Shemagh* wrapped around my head and face so I wouldn't pelted on my bald head.
An older couple came out of the desert yelling at me. Apparently they had been hiking and thought they were witnessing some sort of "arab terrorist training". I looked at the kids all geared up and couldn't help laughing. The guy got really pissed when I laughed at him and asked what possible mission could I be training 20 midgets with toy guns for? Dumbass.
*
Redneck/"I hear them thar A-rabs start early, doncha no?"/dialect
An older couple came out of the desert yelling at me. Apparently they had been hiking and thought they were witnessing some sort of "arab terrorist training". I looked at the kids all geared up and couldn't help laughing. The guy got really pissed when I laughed at him and asked what possible mission could I be training 20 midgets with toy guns for? Dumbass.
*
:lol2:
Met with a vendor this morning because I'm trying to evaluate pricing from a bunch of different competitors. He gave me his info, and a box filled with packs of jelly beans. Cool, right? Well these are gourmet beans, and about 2/3 of them are like earwax flavor or some various nasty shit like that. So I see a card in the box with pictures of all the different bean varieties. I go to read what the flavors are so I can avoid the nasty ones, and the inside of the card has some ad copy about how some surprises are fun, and some aren't, so go with these guys since they won't surprise you. And they never tell me how to identify the good jelly beans.
I'm tempted to blacklist them for making me eat crappy jelly bean flavors. But I won't.
edit: Wait, I just noticed they want me to go to their website to get the real list of jelly beans. That's even worse.
Email them: CASH BRIBES ONLY
or Lookout's midget terrorists will paintball them!
I posted on the impeding healthcare thread... wtf was I thinking?
I posted on the impeding healthcare thread... wtf was I thinking?
*Poking my head out of politics*
You're an old-timer, but I have
not lost hope in you. ;)
I posted on the impeding healthcare thread... wtf was I thinking?
Heh! Now you've sunk to the level of the rest of us Cellar lowlifes. :eek:
Little turtle RIP
She never did fully recover, and finally died this morning.
Big turtle totally thrives and has grown from the initial 1" to about 2.5" now. She is a beautiful beast, and doesn't mourn her fellow reptile because they aren't really social creatures.
Oh, too bad. At least big turtle is thriving. I never had much luck with turtles. If I had to go the reptile route, I would do geckos.
Sorry for your loss UT.
Irritating me... It's Monday. Nuf said
I have hit a new low. Last night, I dreamed about doing chores. Just me, doing real chores, that really need doing in my real house. After this long, boring dream, I woke up, and was sorely disappointed to learn that the chores were not actually done after all.
:( poor turtle
we all lurves the turtles in the beestmonster household.
It hurts when you lose any pet. Sorry UT.
awwww. Poor little turtle :(
People who finish your sentences for you. I've got a friend who does that, and it drives me NUTS!
And also, people who move their mouth while listening to other people talk, as though they're sort of talking along with them. I have a prof who does this, and it's just weird!
People who finish your sentences for you. I've got a friend who does that, and it drives me NUTS!
drives me NUTS!
how about people that finish your sentences WITH you?
I admit, I finish people's sentences... but only when I already know what they're going to say and they're saying it too goddamn slowly. Get to the point, people!
How the hell do you manage in Texas, Clod??
I had a college roommate from San Antonio. I had approximately double her baud rate.
When I was leaving the gym today, as this older guy and his wife walked past he turned and said "Hey, I love your hair!", which made me smile and say "Thanks!". They took 2 or 3 steps before the wife said "You actually like that frizzy mess look?"
Wtf? This is why I don't talk to people...
(and it's not a "look", it really is a frizzy mess. Bitch)
take solace in the fact that she is sporting the same look 'down there'
[COLOR=Silver]old ladies have huge bushes[/COLOR]
[COLOR=Silver]old ladies have huge bushes[/COLOR]
Yeah? How would you know? :rolleyes:
When I was leaving the gym today, as this older guy and his wife walked past he turned and said "Hey, I love your hair!", which made me smile and say "Thanks!". They took 2 or 3 steps before the wife said "You actually like that frizzy mess look?"
Wtf? This is why I don't talk to people...
(and it's not a "look", it really is a frizzy mess. Bitch)
Dude. You go to the most fucked-up gym.
When I was leaving the gym today, as this older guy and his wife walked past he turned and said "Hey, I love your hair!", which made me smile and say "Thanks!". They took 2 or 3 steps before the wife said "You actually like that frizzy mess look?"
Wtf? This is why I don't talk to people...
(and it's not a "look", it really is a frizzy mess. Bitch)
:(
some people are such asses
don't they have any self awareness? dignity? refrain?
Well you are beautiful jinx and anyone here knows that's the truth!
The puke bug. Whatzit called officially, norovirus, I think?
I had it 2 weeks ago. Son had it Monday, into today. Now daughter has it.
I'm afraid hubby will be next, he's been complaining of his stomach for the last two weeks but he tends to be kind of a hypochondriac. Never does anything about his illnesses real or imagined, but still.
I missed a few classes when I was sick (fortunately, it coincided with our snowstorm so some were canceled), missed Monday so I could stay with our son, and now if *everyone* but me is sick tomorrow I don't see how I can escape from the house even for the 4 hours I need. I'll have to stay home and empty buckets, do laundry, fetch towels and ice water and ginger ale and jello all day.
As for Monday, let's just say I am really glad we have hardwood floor and not carpet in the living room and hallway. And that we are replacing the carpet in my son's room anyway. :greenface
On the bright side, since I already had it, I can be caregiver without worrying about myself. I hope!
Jinx - I'm like that guy, every time I see hair like yours I always do a double take to admire it - Ive always liked curly, wavy hair. The wife was just really, really jealous - and nasty enough to be vocal about it.
In a pissy mood, especially since I've practically quit drinking to relieve the stresses and can't increase my any meds without sleeping my life away! I guess screaming is my next stress reliever!!!! UUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH yep. helping already!!!
juju, try physical activity. A punching bag, swinging a baseball bat or an axe, sometimes even popping bubblewrap, will work. Just a few minutes of concentrated effort can sometimes be enough to relieve the pressure.
I remember reading about a woman that couldn't unwind enough to get to sleep. One night she knocked something off the nightstand and it rolled under the bed, so she got out of bed and ended up crawling all the way around the bed on her hands & knees to retrieve it. When she climbed back into bed, she fell asleep immediately. From then on, whenever she didn't fall asleep immediately, she'd crawl around the bed on all fours. Worked every time. :cool:
How the hell do you manage in Texas, Clod??
I had a college roommate from San Antonio. I had approximately double her baud rate.
I know the feeling. My wife is always asking me to wait for five seconds before responding to her.
juju, try physical activity. A punching bag, swinging a baseball bat or an axe, sometimes even popping bubblewrap, will work. Just a few minutes of concentrated effort can sometimes be enough to relieve the pressure.
Thanks, Bruce I will try that...
she'd crawl around the bed on all fours. Worked every time. :cool:
But as far as this one, I think I will bypass it, Capn would just think it was an invitation for some really kinky stuff!!
Oh man,my new neighbors St Bernard(7-8 months old) learned how to howl from the other neighbors dog. It's an outside dog and learns really quick. Last night was kinda bad. I'm going to haft say something.I'm not looking forward it.
[COLOR="Red"]Emails. [/COLOR]
Emails are a BIG POOPY HEAD to handle.
I had to print out 1500 emails, half with multiple attachments. Took me 10 hours. Then I had to sort and staple and collate. Before that, I spent DAYS entering all the emails --- all the emails by date, and all in a string, which is especially tricky, into a table.
Then I received another table . . . 120 pages long.
as I said, seriously big poopy head. bah!
yep. production of documents. I was going to have to copy them, number them, and scan them again. May still have to yet, but at least it's been postponed a bit.
trees chase me in my dreams
Don't worry, they are just crop trees. It's the depletion of the soil that is chasing you that you need to worry about.
The trick is to demand that the trees provide documented evidence that you're a tree-killer. That'll leave them stumped.
Be careful though I hear they've begun to branch out because of the current economic climate.
Don't be such a sap, go out on a limb and demand that they stop stalking you and leave your dreams alone. For rest is very important.
This is a clear cut case of arboreal indecency.
I pine fir yew and balsam too.
Would you leaf her alone?
At least your problems are not deeply rooted.
I disagree. The problem seems systemic to me.
aren't you guys going out on a limb just a bit?
nah they're just trying to bark out orders.
This is the mildly irritating you thread, folks - we're going to have to start a splinter thread soon.
Owl be the first to log on.
aren't you guys going out on a limb just a bit?
...but it's great pulp fiction
maybe Amazon should adapt it as a short story for Kindle ....kindling?
Kindle the Amazon? That idea would catch on like wildfire.
The Large Hadron Collider.
The Large Hadron Collider (LHC) must close at the end of 2011 for up to a year to address design issues, according to an LHC director.
Dr Steve Myers told BBC News the faults will delay the machine reaching its full potential for two years.
The atom smasher will reach world record collision energies later this month at 7 trillion electron volts.
But joints between the machine's magnets must be strengthened before higher-energy collisions can commence.
The Geneva-based machine only recently restarted after being out of action for 14 months following an accident in September 2008.
The ghost of the Higgs boson traveling backwards in time to kill its grandfather.
the eye surgery wasn't a success then? or just a partial success?
I'm waiting for my second surgery...the 'enhancement' surgery. My vision, although much improved, still needs help. They paid for these glasses to tide me over till then. Bifocals suck(!) when you are accustomed to progressive lenses. I'm slowly getting used to them, but the first day I wanted to cry, it was so hard.
I'm sorry, Pico, doesn't sound fun
Thanks Monster, its a challenge to be sure, but there is a light at the end of this tunnel..hopefully.
Ya notice the LHC will be turned off for all of 2012? :eyebrow:
Mildly irritating me today: university toilet paper. 'nuff said.
We just had a power surge and the cable went out (but not the Net). Since I live in Podunk US, they will not fix it until Monday. They better give me a credit is all I can say. :mad:
I went to Ulta last weekend (cosmetics store). While I was standing in line, the clerk asked the lady ahead of me, Is your address xxxxx? And your phone number xxxx? (stating the info outloud). The customer happily confirmed all this.
I come up next, and she starts the same spiel with me. Uh, no. I tell the lady, "not cool" -- I don't want my personal information broadcasted throughout the store to godknowswho. Oh, well, we're updating our database.
Too fucking bad. Can you say identity theft? Or . . . actual theft/stalking?
(shakes head)
I got irate at my dentist's receptionist -- why the fuck does she need to know my soc? my husband's soc? My employer and their address??? No way.
She can have a copy of my insurance card, my phone number, and my home address (as verified by my driver's license.) That's it. That's sufficient information to bill me and/or my insurance company. Everything else is
for verification purposes, perhaps (not saying this is a good thing, tho). I just took a seminar (podcast) on ethics in public records retrieval--kinda interesting. For me, anyway.
And cashiers at random places ask me for my phone number. Why? so they can put me on telemarketer lists? I don't think so, and people who give out their phone number like that deserve to be called and harassed during dinnertime. I usually just say (as politely as I can grit it out) "I prefer not to give my number." Yeah, I get weird looks, but what else is new?
"Can I have your phone number/zip code?"
"No"
"I need it for the system, we won't sell it to..."
"Put yours in."
No weird looks.
Hector home sick tues-weds, now Thor ...and it's a really beautiful day and I had a bike-ride with my friend planned for this afternoon, the first of the year. ah well. Thor is on the mend, so mustn't grumble. Shame he's too big to go in the back carrier, though! :lol:
"Can I have your phone number/zip code?"
"No"
"I need it for the system, we won't sell it to..."
"Put yours in."
No weird looks.
:lol: yep that's what I say too. or I tell them to put in "111-1111" [SIZE="1"](which is why classicman gets so many marketing calls :p: )[/SIZE] But "No" is usually sufficient.
Phone numbers are irritating. But zip codes I actually like if the store is far away from me, because if enough people are coming all the way down from a certain area, then they'll open a store closer to me.
I am going to begin office software training and my office chair is very uncomfortable. It is huge and made for a man.
I am having the hardest time finding a suitable office chair pad for it so I'm thinking I might have to buy an office chair more ergonomically correct. The fact I do not want to put out the money for my comfort is very annoying.
"Can I have your phone number/zip code?"
"No"
"I need it for the system, we won't sell it to..."
"Put yours in." No weird looks.
lol - I love doing that... Or give them you ex's or your mother-in-law...
C'mon people - this is an opportunity! Don't let it go by without...
:lol: I tell them to put in "111-1111" [SIZE="1"](which is why classicman gets so many marketing calls :p: )[/SIZE]
Oh shit! :mad::rolleyes:
And cashiers at random places ask me for my phone number. Why? so they can put me on telemarketer lists? I don't think so, and people who give out their phone number like that deserve to be called and harassed during dinnertime. I usually just say (as politely as I can grit it out) "I prefer not to give my number." Yeah, I get weird looks, but what else is new?
I'm such a sheep, I always give the cashier my phone number. :blush: I guess I deserve all those telemarketing calls. :sniff:
I got irate at my dentist's receptionist -- why the fuck does she need to know my soc? my husband's soc? My employer and their address??? No way.
so they can commence collection activity if you don't pay the portion of the bill that the insurance company refuses (this arrives in the mail after you've forgotten you were even there), and/or report it to the credit agencies.
I was asked the same information at the Eye Doctors. What a load of crap. I left it all blank.
so they can commence collection activity if you don't pay the portion of the bill that the insurance company refuses (this arrives in the mail after you've forgotten you were even there), and/or report it to the credit agencies.
They don't need my soc for that. They have my name and address, as verified by my driver's license.
@ tulip - maybe you're just friendlier than me. quite likely, in fact.
"Can I have your phone number?"
444-4444
[YOUTUBE]pfzmXfqTg6o[/YOUTUBE]
"Can I have your phone number?"
"Sorry, I'm already married, but thank you for the offer."
"Sir, I need your phone number to complete this..."
"No you don't, sweetheart. I'm paying cash. Since when do you need my phone number for a cash transaction?"
"Sir, I'll have to call a manager if you don't give me your phone number."
"Go ahead. Call a manager. While you're doing that, I'll call the police, and I'm sure they will be more than happy to hear this explanation."
"I'll just put in the store number."
"Yes, that would be best for all concerned."
Radio Shack used to ask for personal info.
I used to give 3 Church Rd., Suffern.
No one ever got the joke...
Art Van furniture was like that.
BTW Crimson Ghost, I have to say -and probably should have said earlier- your username just screams euphemism for period to me. am I alone in this?
Never thought of it like that.
Period to me always meant "Thank God! The condom didn't break..."
Frickin' frackin' rassin frassin grumble bitch frack frick.
(Work stuff, you don't really want to know.)
;)
oh yeh we do, c'mon . . .
I keep making hard boiled eggs to eat for breakfast.... like this morning I made 9....so I'd have some for tomorrow and maybe Thursday.... I ate 2 this AM. I just checked, and there's ONE left. Damn wiener kids.
They'd get teased at school.
They'd get teased at school.
Haggis!
No more than usual.....
[COLOR="LightBlue"](homeschooled)[/COLOR]
Art Van furniture was like that.
Wasn't he one of the lesser known Dutch Old Masters?
;)
fucking re-sign first thing in the morning and the dickhole salesman couldn't be bothered to be here to handle his customer.
Here we are never asked personal details in shops, so I admit it's not something I can relate to. That said, I can't think of any reason NOT to give my postcode if requested. If someone in the shop is intending to stalk me, I imagine the easiest thing to do is follow me home! My postcode only gives the path where I live after all.
As for phone numbers, well if asked I will give my home phone number, and have happily done so online. I've only had one unwelcome call, and that was from an Indian gastric band company - my own silly fault for making the enquiry.
Europe is perceived as a place of binding bureaucracy sometimes (esp by the British press) but I'm pleased to hear at least I have the ability to shop without worrying I'll be harrassed afterwards.
Oh - Benefit have my details. But they're American anyway. And all they do is send me occasional emails. I have a junk filter for that.
Art Vandelay?
Wasn't he from Mandalay Bay?
Wasn't he from Mandalay Bay?
And you want to be my latex salesman. :headshake
(jinx knows) ;)
Here we are never asked personal details in shops, so I admit it's not something I can relate to.
.
Actually, there are several chains which do take names and addresses (PC World, Carphone Warehouse), and if you buy a television, the shop is legally obligated to take your name and address. Not sure, but I think they then send that info to TV licensing.
Aha, I stand corrected. I bought a DVD in Asda when I lived in Leicester (and worked at Asda!) and was asked for my details. As you say, it was for reasons of TV licensing. I forgot because it was so many years ago now!
I've only bought a prepay phone in the last 10 years, so I haven't been asked for details. I think anyone would understand the reason details are needed for a contract phone however.
And you want to be my latex salesman. :headshake
(jinx knows) ;)
As do I. Now go kill a hobo. :cool:
Would a student count? If they look really hobo-ish? 'Cause, we're lousy with hobo-ish people here.
Some students probably deserve it more than the Hobo does. . . or so I've heard.
Not YOU kinda student...THESE kinda students. Ahhh, they're not all bad, but amongst approx 27,000 students there are bound to be some hobos. :lol:
Obo Killing? here's one I killed earlier:
An ill wind that no one blows good
THE FUCKING NEW YOUTUBE FORMAT
my jaw and back teeth have been aching since yesterday. no idea why.
I've had several phone calls today from people doing their taxes that want to know how much they paid for the car, or how much tax they paid, or want me to fax or email them a copy of their bill of sale.
My wife is the volunteer financial bookkeeper at church, working a couple hours each Monday, and even though she sent letters out to everyone at church itemizing their giving for 2009, one woman had the gall to call this afternoon at home to ask her for that information again. So she actually drove across town to the church office to get it for her. She's too nice.
That's what churching does to you. Neighbourino.
I can't find a place in this county to recycle glass... bothersome.
Neighbourino.
Supersymmetric partner of the Neutrino? :eyebrow:
I hate it when the cats have that minty-fresh kitty litter scent all over them. It's like snuggling up to a public restroom.
My dentist's office is dead to me.
I went in for my 6-month cleaning, and they informed me that the rules have changed, and my calm and quiet daughter in her stroller can no longer come in the back with me while I have my appointment. They explain that this is because "OSHA has really tightened down" on rules about extra people being around when x-rays are being given. I ask if she can wait out in the hallway for the 10 seconds they are x-raying me. They say no. I ask if I can just have a cleaning, since I've never in my life had a cavity and I really don't need my teeth x-rayed, you know? They say no--it is office policy that every patient must receive a full set of x-rays every 6 months.
I did not, in fact, ask them why they saw no blatant contradiction in the fact that everyone must avoid unnecessary x-ray exposure at all costs, but it's totally cool to give me an unnecessary x-ray directly on my face every 6 months. Instead, I just politely let them make me a new appointment, at the time when I would be most likely to be able to find someone to watch my daughter. But they fundamentally didn't understand that "most likely" still doesn't mean anywhere near possible... so I'll just call and cancel the appointment tomorrow when someone different is working at the front desk.
Make sure you explain why you are cancelling it. When they realise this is costing them money, they'll wise up. Maybe.
what assholery, clodfobble. Geez. "OSha really clamping down," my fanny. Dental xrays are nothing but a cash cow.
Total BS. I wish you could come see my dentists but they are in Westchester, NY. As it is we drive 3 hours to see them. Husband and wife team, she's a pediatric dentist, she's awesome.
They'd let the mm and the inchling lay down on our laps when we had our cleanings and fillings done. They are the best.
You deserve a much better dentist, you should kick the whole office in the place you don't love them anymore.
I left my last dentist because they were assholes with the kids. Now I drve 45 minutes to go to a pediatrist dentist for them, and 30 minutes to go to mine. But it's only twice a year, so i can live with it
Paid programming. It's the only thing on in the morning, other than news-type shows. The History, Learning, and Science channels should not show paid programming! :(
The nasty stuff coming out of my ear has reached epic proportions of grossness and volume.
Eeew.
Why is there nasty stuff coming out of your ear? Are your brains leaking?
Allergies---> infection. Only slightly different than Cold-----> infection that causes it the rest of the time. My ears suck.
But if they sucked, then surely the nasty stuff would be going in?
That would be even worse.
This has been going on for awhile. :(
Sorry jinx, that last bit of ear TMI cost you about 15 hotness points.
you need to build up some immunity.... Do the doctors have any idea as to why so much infection? Do you sniff a lot?
It's what's mildly EARitating you. hahaha. no.
Have you tried ear candling? I had presumed it was hippy BS but I've recently seen real actual doctors using it, and splitting it open to check the extracted gunk.
SN, even by my low standards, that was pretty lame. :D
Have you tried ear candling? I had presumed it was hippy BS but I've recently seen real actual doctors using it, and splitting it open to check the extracted gunk.
SN, even by my low standards, that was pretty lame. :D
Why don't you just go straight to the plane on the treadmill question?
Internet insanity. People who say one thing and then spew shit doing
EXACTLY what they said they weren't gonna do.
Please take your meds and step away from the keyboard.
The delivery guy for the post office lied. Said that no one was home today, and that they left a notice to pick up a parcel. Both is BS. So hopefully they will deliver it tomorrow, cause when I called to find out where it was the lady there can't find it at all!!
Couldn't get an appointment with the evaluator we use (for home schooling) until 6/23 because she is dealing with chemo for breast cancer. She wanted to put us off until 6/29 but I begged and pleaded...
Just got the letter from the school district about portfolio submissions and they've moved it up this year, to 6/22-6/24. What a cluster fuck that's gonna be, I usually have a couple weeks in between...
Could you ask the evaluator to recommend someone else? She may be more than happy to -I didn't post about it but I'm now up to two friends dealing with this shit this year and both would have appreciated being "let off the hook". Chemo knocks people for six way more than they ever imagine it will, and it's demoralizing to admit you can't do stuff that you could have multitasked 5 times over before, so they feel the need to carry on at almost any cost. If she needs the $$ and you can afford it, suggest you pay her a referral fee. I so fucking hate this disease. At best you get all fucked up by chemo, but most likely they'll also disfigure your boobs and or chop them off (which is no small deal). And you still have a 50% or more chance of dying soon.
sorry, ranting again.
Fuck cancer. :(
Indeed. And eff it the naughty way, too.
Wikipedia changed the location of the search box. but at least they quit begging for money.
Whining people with needy thread 'ownership' issues.
But I didn't want all that stuff in my tidbits thread.
I think she means Cloud.
Do you mean Cloud, Shaw?
I know, I was just trying to cultivate some compassion.
I think she means Cloud.
Do you mean Cloud, Shaw?
Yes.
I know, I was just trying to cultivate some compassion.
Compassion? What ees thees theeng...?
Now that you mention it, your tidbits thread has been blown all to hell. :lol:
That's a good idea for a new thread. I'll start it tomorrow.
If you have some free time, can you go to the procrastination thread and mention that I'll start the Cultivating Compassion thread tomorrow?
Thanks.
hey bug off. I didn't whine; I made a comment about it. My thread, my hometown, my right to comment.
Try harder.
I've found a thread is like a baby. Just because you created it doesn't mean you have any control over how it turns out.
and it seems to be mostly full of puke and poop.
hey bug off. I didn't whine; I made a comment about it. My thread, my hometown, my right to comment.
Try harder.
It is certainly your right, just as it would be your right to direct guests in your home on what they can and cannot talk about. It is not, however, a particularly desirable trait in a host, and it doesn't make a return visit imminent...even to discuss pre-agreed upon topics.
I can say this here, because it's MY thread. :p:
I thought lots of sex usually put people in a better mood. Even virtual sex.
Sometimes a good mood just empowers one to be less wussy in social situations.... :D
The central a/c in our addition (as in brand new, just installed last November) is not cutting on. The thermostat, circuit breaker, and fuses all seem to be in order, and I've verified the voltage at the shutoff box outside the house.
DVDs that don't let you skip the previews.
I agree Cloud. I've found that if you hit the "next chapter" button on the remote you can often get past them.
I'm watching The Blind Side. Neither the skip to the next chapter nor the DVD menu button works during the previews. bugger!
Does the Fast Forward button work through those? It does on ours. At least then you only have to watch them at 32x.
it might--forgot to try that. too late now! wow! good movie!
and a few more for good measure: !!!!!
So I deposit a $200 POSTAL money order on Sat at my bank. Today it still has not posted and when I called they said it would post tomorrow at 8am. Now had I cashed the money order at the bank on Saturday and then turned around at the same teller deposited the cash it would have shown up right away. :eyebrow: WTF? I understand holding checks but not Postal MOs. :mad:
They'll do anything they can to delay you getting your money; these sorts of transaction delays are an interest-free loan to them. Multiply your transaction by the millions of transactions they handle every day, and it adds up to quite a bit.
:2cents:
Bureaucracy. Too smegging long to explain here in full and totally not worth it. Bypass paperwork, approximate desired goal within own resources.
And in unrelated matters, I spent over four hours in meetings today.
Puffed sleeves.
they're everywhere, and they just don't look good on women of a certain age and build.
:(
Are they as bad as Jerry's puffy sleeves? :)
But I don't wanna be a pirate!
DVDs that don't let you skip the previews.
The saving grace of the Mute button shows its true measure.
I chipped my fucking tooth (filling on my front tooth) and sliced my earlobe whilst shaving so bad that it was unable to stop the bleeding for a fucking hour. I might be more than a little irritated.
Is that like an egg tooth?
The fact that it's so hot, my fridge feels like it's a mile away from my chair...
... and also, that I don't own a helper monkey. That's damned irritating.
(Think if I took a hobo in, from the streets, and fed it... it'd work as my helper monkey?)
@ LJ: was that in one separate incident? (trying to imagine certain contortions . . . )
2 incidents. tooth chipped whit i was treadmililng.....i was chewing gum ffs.
@ LJ: was that in one separate incident? (trying to imagine certain contortions . . . )
Shaving in front of a mirror, sneezing violently.
WHACK-CUT!
2 incidents. tooth chipped whit i was treadmililng.....i was chewing gum ffs.
Hmph. My idea was more fun.
Lumberjim ... unable to walk and chew gum at the same time.
Anyway, what were you doing on the treadmill? We need it for the shark test.
Trying to take off in my dolphin!
People who assume I'm as irresponsible and stupid as they are
Getting singled out and shit on for something that many others had done before and half a dozen others have done since, without a peep.
People who assume I'm as irresponsible and stupid as they are
Seriously. AND, those who assume I'm as dull as they are! :3eye:
a young attorney in my office, very princess-y and spoiled, just bought a new Mercedes. She's loaded down with debt which her parents have had to bail her out of, and now she's saddled herself with a humongous new debt. I'm so very disappointed in her--all style and no substance.
Who's mildly irritating me these days? Sandra Bullock.
Who's mildly irritating me these days? Sandra Bullock.
Her
name mildly irritates me... Maybe that should go in the "weird names" thread, though.
The fact that other people are having nice, cool days, whilst I have to deal with the damn summer sun, is also very irritating.
I miss winter. :( Especially seeing as, last winter, there was actually
a lot of snow.
(Well, a lot for where I live, anyway. I don't get snow all that much.)
"I mean". It's the new "you know".
"I mean". It's the new "you know".
You know that I know what you mean.
I mean, it's very irritating, if you know what I mean?
But she has big balls. Ask Jessie...
The fact that I "apparently" missed a delivery, today, from City Link...
... Even though I was awake at the time of said delivery, and they most certainly did NOT knock, or buzz.
God damned crooks... now I have to wait, tomorrow, by the damn window, to ensure I can catch them in the act.
website article that aren't dated--so you can't tell if the information is, well -- dated!
A persistent headache that won't go away...:thepain:
Oh, I'm sorry... I'll call you in the morning.:blush:
website article that aren't dated--so you can't tell if the information is, well -- dated!
I agree with this completely, especially articles on new technology.
Oh, I'm sorry... I'll call you in the morning.:blush:
hehe...I almost didn't get that. :p: Btw, you're not a headache, you can call me anytime. ;)
I have one of those twitching muscles right at the inner edge of my scapula (at the upper section of the margo medialis).
I need to go to sleep. but I'M NOT DONE!
Even though I've been hanging around the Cellar for two years, I rarely post anything because I still feel like a "noob." I often even start typing up replies, and then think "Awww, nobody'll want to read that," and delete them.
Time for some confidence!
(Maybe this is the part where I run into a phone booth and come back out dressed as a superhero... whose super power is to actually click "Post Quick Reply")
Even though I've been hanging around the Cellar for two years, I rarely post anything because I still feel like a "noob." I often even start typing up replies, and then think "Awww, nobody'll want to read that," and delete them.
Time for some confidence!
(Maybe this is the part where I run into a phone booth and come back out dressed as a superhero... whose super power is to actually click "Post Quick Reply")
Just post it any way, thats why we are here, to hear what others have to say.
Even though I've been hanging around the Cellar for two years, I rarely post anything because I still feel like a "noob." I often even start typing up replies, and then think "Awww, nobody'll want to read that," and delete them.
Time for some confidence!
(Maybe this is the part where I run into a phone booth and come back out dressed as a superhero... whose super power is to actually click "Post Quick Reply")
This is exactly how I feel (the minor exception being the length of time on the Cellar and I also tend to think I need to do major background research before I even venture an opinion on anything serious not involving feelings because if I'm not properly informed, people could justifiably shoot me down in flames which would be completely humiliating).
While we're talking about other people managing to express perfectly exactly how I feel, I came across this today which totally describes in words and pictures how I feel about being an age when I'm expected to act like an adult.
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/ (see the post from Thursday, 17 June)
Casi: I love that post! I've been showing it to anyone who'll stand still...
An image from casi's link...I loved it! I feel exactly that way sometimes "I'm supposed to keep doing things? It's like the things never end." :)
While we're talking about other people managing to express perfectly exactly how I feel, I came across this today which totally describes in words and pictures how I feel about being an age when I'm expected to act like an adult.
If you venture an opinion/take a position, and someone posts the same opinion/position in totally awesome verbiage/poignant prose, you get points for being on the same team. So you, Chocolatl, or anyone, shouldn't hesitate to throw something out there. ;)
Oh, and don't be discouraged if nobody responds. It was read, and just maybe you wrote the awesome verbiage/poignant prose... m'kay?
I have to get my patio furniture which is scattered all over the mint field...:eyebrow:
I have to get my patio furniture which is scattered all over the mint field...:eyebrow:
Speaking of poignant prose, there is something very poetic about this sentence. :)
My procrastination. I need to be at my brother's house in an hour to head to The Family of the Opera and I haven't even started getting ready.
:bolt:
I have to get my patio furniture which is scattered all over the mint field...:eyebrow:
What's white, Irish, and scattered all over Nirvana's mint field?
Paddy O'Furniture
Do you at least have your mask, Shawnee?
I'm taking a break from getting ready. :blush:
I bought a mask but it was from one of those places where they sell "irregulars" and it covers the wrong side of my face. I can't wear THAT! Everyone will point and laugh.
If you venture an opinion/take a position, and someone posts the same opinion/position in totally awesome verbiage/poignant prose, you get points for being on the same team. So you, Chocolatl, or anyone, shouldn't hesitate to throw something out there. ;)
Oh, and don't be discouraged if nobody responds. It was read, and just maybe you wrote the awesome verbiage/poignant prose... m'kay?
Cheers Bruce. Appreciated many times over.
Casi: I love that post! I've been showing it to anyone who'll stand still...
I discovered it comparatively late last night so it's been landing in people's in-boxes ever since.
While we're talking about other people managing to express perfectly exactly how I feel, I came across this today which totally describes in words and pictures how I feel about being an age when I'm expected to act like an adult.
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/ (see the post from Thursday, 17 June)
I'm wondering where the hidden cameras are....
ha! perfect! *re: hyperbole post*
Apparently, if you're like the person in casi's hyperbole blog link, all you need to do is marry someone who is an adult and will take care of all those adult things for you... and then nag them about how they "don't have enough fun."
The pitch... the swing... it's outta here. :thumb2:
Funny blog cassi. Thanks for posting it.
What's white, Irish, and scattered all over Nirvana's mint field?
Paddy O'Furniture
I know this is corny but it made me laff! :D
Apparently, if you're like the person in casi's hyperbole blog link, all you need to do is marry someone who is an adult and will take care of all those adult things for you... and then nag them about how they "don't have enough fun."
But before you do that, make very, very, very sure that they actually are what they are saying they are and not a complete hypocrite (i.e. another pretend adult with 10 million more childish characteristics than oneself).
Funny blog cassi. Thanks for posting it.
Glad you liked it. I've liked all of the posts of this blogger that I've read. She is a blogging legend.
Apparently, if you're like the person in casi's hyperbole blog link, all you need to do is marry someone who is an adult and will take care of all those adult things for you... and then nag them about how they "don't have enough fun."
I think that is the quick way to go through multiple spouses. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Even though I've been hanging around the Cellar for two years, I rarely post anything because I still feel like a "noob." I often even start typing up replies, and then think "Awww, nobody'll want to read that," and delete them.
Time for some confidence!
(Maybe this is the part where I run into a phone booth and come back out dressed as a superhero... whose super power is to actually click "Post Quick Reply")
I also *still* feel this same way. I am better than I use to be, but I still hold back, thinking "eh, well, I don't want to get people worked up."
My internet connection on my laptop has been extremely iffy ever since Mr. Clod "upgraded" our wireless a few days ago. He insists it couldn't possibly be related. Harrumph.
How come Zappos can manage to ship things in a few hours, for free - but other places charge more than what you paid for any one item, and it takes them 4 days to even begin the shipping process????
I want my shit!!!
buy your shit from zappos. I learned my lesson.
Always having to play the bad cop because no-one else will
Unable to help with frustration felt by daughter at getting "Spaghettis" on her braces -9 rubber bands that she must put on each night for a week which effectively wire her jaws shut. The plus side is in a week her braces come off for good.
be sure she uses her retainer! I wish I had. Made the last year of braces sort of pointless.
More irony. The
building is near Music Man Square.
"There's trouble, there's trouble right here in River City"
Seriously? Irony much?
Ha! Is it only obvious to certain people, like how only dogs can hear dog whistles?
I have two phone lines, one just for the computer and my home phone. A storm took out my home line almost 2 weeks ago. One time they said oh we fixed it. It works when it rains :rolleyes: Well it's not fixed. So another appointment.
The phone guy comes to my gate with the electric fence and hangs a note saying its in my house . :eyebrow: I know its not in my house I plugged the phone in outside in the box and there is no dial tone.[ that's what they tell you to do to prove to them its not in your house] When there is no dial tone, that means the line to box is fubar.
It was raining that day and he did not want to get wet so he BSed his way out of fixing my phone. That was Tuesday. No other appointments available until Friday am. WTF? :mad:
Dumb people. They're everywhere.
Huh - the 6-day business trip to Philadelphia that was supposed to end this Thursday has been extended because instead of coming back here, he will fly to Saudi Arabia for at least a week. So much for the baseball game this weekend!
Ha! Is it only obvious to certain people, like how only dogs can hear dog whistles?
My God I know isn't that the truth!
My God I know isn't that the truth!
It's the only way I can get it to make even the tiniest bit of sense in my head. Otherwise I look around and think "jebus you're stupid!" and too many "jebus you're stupids" in one day makes for a very long and tiring day. Suddenly you look back and it's 4 years later and you're still stuck in "jebus you're stupid" land. No way to live. In fact, I feel on the verge, on this very day. It's unavoidable, really. ;)
Damn mosquitoes. Mosquito bite on my left wrist is mildly irritating me.
Mosquito stew! Not a bad idea. *pukes*
I've reached an age where the tensile strength of my nose hair exceeds NASA standards. :mad2:
Could you use it to string your bow?
Could you use it to string your bow?
If only it were less coarse! :yelsick:
Wow! You are on a roll today Pete.
:lol2:
Helping my wife and youngest child pack for her to leave for college in the am.
The ketchup bottle. And the realization that although it's nearly empty, the next one is already bought and of the same stupid design.
All the freaking hoohaa over that stupid-sounding new movie Eat Pray Fuck Love.
Oh swoon, another story about someone who is OH SO HURT but then finds LOVE while jaunting around the world to get over being OH SO HURT. Yeah, that's what I did after my divorce, jaunted around to get over my HURRRRRTTTTTTTTT. Oh right, I didn't do that. I kept going to work and trying to get through every day.
Early reviews don't give me any reason to think otherwise.
"Eat Pray Love," the movie, directed by "Glee" co-creator Ryan Murphy, can't muster the sound of Elizabeth Gilbert being Liz. It just can't, no matter how dutifully Murphy and co-screenwriter Jennifer Salt stitch phrases from the page into the screenplay, because the very nature of movies -- images come to life, words spoken out loud -- is antithetical to Gilbert's distinctive literary style, with words passed privately, silently, between the writer and her reader.
If only Roberts' warmth, coupled with Javier Bardem's scruffy sexiness as Felipe, were enough to compensate for the folded-map flatness of this production. If only this glossy "Eat Pray Love" -- an armchair journey for these staycation times -- didn't amount to a whole lot of navel-gazing about problems that, absent the author's unique narrative language, don't nearly fill up the 133-minute space the movie version allots.
http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/Movies/08/13/eat.pray.love.review.ew/index.html
Boo-de-hoo, even an appearance by the underrated Richard Jenkins won't make me go to the theater to see this tripe. But it's going to be a HUGE blockbuster. Sigh.
However, I'm very excited about Scott Pilgrim!
The hipster's event movie, "Scott Pilgrim vs. the World" is an anti-blockbuster, an amped youth comedy that's so far out of the mainstream it's not only filmed in Toronto, it's set there too.
These days even hipster movies come out of comic books. And they can stretch to include wiz-bang digital effects, just so long as they're delivered with an ironic wink, or a "Batman"-esque "Kappow!"
The big joke in Bryan Lee O'Malley's slacker odyssey - and it's a good one - is that when his under-employed underground hero (the cutely anxious Michael Cera) takes up with a cool American girl, Ramona Flowers (Mary Elizabeth Winstead), he must fight it out with her seven exes in videogame-style battles.
Are these dreams, hallucinations, or fantasies? Could Scott be the hero of his own computer game without even knowing it? O'Malley doesn't say and doesn't care. The fights are as real as anything else in Scott's rather blurry life -- and more interesting than most of it.
http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/Movies/08/13/scott.pilgrim.review/index.html?iref=allsearchshawnee, you need to stop bottling stuff up. spit it out, tell us how you really feel. We'll still respect you in the morning
:lol:
I know, right?
I hope someone finds my rants as funny as I do. If not, oh well. I crack myself up, which is what really matters. ;)
I don't think that that's what they mean by money laundering.
Found a bunch of these going up behind the soffet today.
It sounds as though they are munching on wood :(
The usual pesticides for wasps, flying insects, ants don't seem to be touching them.
I think they are small bumble bees (Bombus ?), and if so the only recommendations I have found say to leave them till they die in the Fall or Winter.
Anyone have any other ideas ?
They look like
Carpenter Bees.Thanks Bruce, I'll look into getting a better ID tomorrow...
Do you have a fondue pot?
Thanks Bruce, I'll look into getting a better ID tomorrow...
Carpenter bees have a shiney black tail when you see them out in the light. They tend to bore these remarkably precise holes... Somebody else here had them recently. You may have some soggy wood up there.
:eek: That thing is HUGE! :eek:
BBC news website and TV keep writing/saying "over-exaggerated". NgrNgrrrr :mad2:
I'm sitting here at the PA drivers license center waiting to get my photo taken for my new drivers license. 16 minutes ago they were on A106. Now they are on A112. My number is A124. The guy behind the counter is an abbrasive jackass. I had no issue with him, but he's being as rude as he possibly can to everyone that approaches him. I just realized that the PO box we used to have is still listed on my card, but I'm afraid to change it for fear that I will lose my place in line.
I asked him when he had a free moment and it would cost me an extra $5 and a longer wait. Dude was literally quivering. I guess he is under a lot of stress doing this job. I feel bad for calling him a jackass now. Sorry dude.
Somehow a piece of green pepper ended up in my salad. Blech yech blah bleh spit ptooey. Damn those are the nastiest tasting things EVER, except for coconut. Two things that make me sick just from the smell.
Put yourself in the driver's license guy's shoes man. He has to deal with the general public, who have been systematically annoyed and made to wait, and he's the last guy they see in the process, and he tells them whether or not they can drive.
Carpenter bees have a shiney black tail when you see them out in the light. They tend to bore these remarkably precise holes... Somebody else here had them recently. You may have some soggy wood up there.
We had them, you could see sawdust on the plants underneath. They were in the neighbours too, they have 'a guy' who came round and dug them out with a scraper, then sprayed insecticide, all gone.
Put yourself in the driver's license guy's shoes man. He has to deal with the general public, who have been systematically annoyed and made to wait, and he's the last guy they see in the process, and he tells them whether or not they can drive.
Yep.
Add to that the fact that some imbecile put green peppers in the salad his doctor has mandated for lunch and I'd start watching for gasoline soaked, ammonium nitrate laden trailers...
snort! Seriously, no wonder!
And you're funny, Griff. :)
But mildly irritating me right now are people who are really bad at being funny yet insist on showing this lacking trait by still trying to be funny everywhere they land. It's painful, and I shouldn't have to watch the shit. I'm embarrassed FOR the dumbasses.
You. Are. Just. Not. Funny.
An accident on the Beltway extended my commute by over an hour...
I feel your pain, HM.
(I'm so less irritated than I was because people are being awesome now!) :)
How redundant is this?
MADD MOTHERS AGAINST DRUNK DRIVERS which is to say:
MOTHERS AGAINST DRUNK DRIVERS MOTHERS AGAINST DRUNK DRIVERS
Be MADD, you have every right to be MADD. Redundancy is repetitive and redundant and it repeats itself repetitively.
I am irritated whenever my son signs up as grubmaster for his Boy Scout camping trips. Because I have to do it all. He's frickin' TWELVE and shops like the frackin' RAIN MAN.
'bout a hundred dollars!
I'm a member of DAMM - Drunks against Mad Mothers. Let's see how they like it.
I am irritated whenever my son signs up as grubmaster for his Boy Scout camping trips. Because I have to do it all. He's frickin' TWELVE and shops like the frackin' RAIN MAN.
'bout a hundred dollars!
Mom! It was $102.35, which was 27 cents less than last time. I remember because that is three cubed. And I
always buy baked beans here.
I'm sick of working Saturdays. I need a vacation.
That is all.
you know where the vacation is........ ;)
:mecry:
I knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Crappin frappin frickin frackin...
FML!
Lil Lookout's team had a substitute coach today who doesn't know any of the kids. He played the kids badly out of position and left LL as a lone forward (not his strongest position) against a team 3 years older than them for the whole game.
LL scored 6 and an assist in a 8-7 loss. Bummer, but no big deal. LL was really upset when we got to the car. He says the coach talked to them after the game and told them to keep their heads up (good), they played great (questionable), and they'll surely win all their games if they can get a better forward (WTF?).
Fucking prick. LL played well but not perfect so I would certainly understand the coach talking to him about some of the things to improve, but to publicly pin all the problems on a 9 year old and completely ignoring the less than well thought out coaching strategy is bullshit.
That coach is an asshole! He shouldn't even be around kids. And they were playing a team 3 years older? 9-year olds against 12-year olds? WTF? Bummer, Lookout!
All the freaking hoohaa over that stupid-sounding new movie Eat Pray Fuck Love.
Hadn't heard of the movie so I googled it. Came up with this review and a pretty good site, it seems.
I’m not saying Eat, Pray, Love is a bad movie. I’m saying it’s fucking unbearable. It’s an embarrassment to women. It’s an embarrassment to film. It’s an embarrassment to the word profound. It’s a 150-minute big screen bumper sticker, and it says, “Shit happens. Pay attention to meeeeee.”
The next time Elizabeth Gilbert takes a trip in order to facilitate a memoir, I know the perfect destination. She can jump up my ass.
From:
http://www.pajiba.com/film_reviews/eat-pray-love-review-jump-up-my-ass-lady.php:lol: That's perfect, squirrel. Not far off from my "I haven't even seen it" review! She even said Richard Jenkins was good. Of course. :)
Hadn't heard of the movie so I googled it. Came up with this review and a pretty good site, it seems.
From:http://www.pajiba.com/film_reviews/eat-pray-love-review-jump-up-my-ass-lady.php
I haven't seen the movie as it's not being released here til 7 October. I'm not going to read any reviews yet as I want to make up my own mind about if the film does the book justice. However, the book had a lot of stuff that resonated with a lot of women which has some value.
I haven't spent any time in India or Italy, but quite a bit of the stuff that she wrote about Bali where I have spent time working (although the limited time that I spent there doesn't give me much authority in terms of making cultural assessments) seemed to be pretty spot on in terms of her interactions with the friend who she assisted with buying land. She starts off with the "Balinese are beautiful, peaceloving smiling people". No doubt there is quite alot of truth in this, but as with everything, there is also the other side which is stated by Felipe when the Balinese friend took ages and ages to actually decide on a piece of land to buy: "she's fucking with you".
Cross-thread to the Razzamatazz13 The Engaged Edition. Have just finished reading "This is not the story you think it is" by Laura Munson-also a memoir and intensely personal-some would say, not stuff that should be released to the public, specially given that she is still married to the person in question. What's interesting is that this author had written 13 novels prior to this one, none of which had been accepted for publishing. When she published an article, I think it was in the New York times, of what is now an excerpt of the book, there was a huge reponse from readers. It would seem that when an author writes something that hits a nerve with a large number of people, this is what launches their career to new heights, so we could look at both these books in terms of "look at me, look at me" (authors should have kept the not insignificant issues in their personal lives to themselves) or they could be considered disseminators of information that has served its purpose in terms of giving other people in parallel or partially parallel situations ideas about what action to take next which is then exceedingly useful in their own lives.
I was at a local party this afternoon / evening where I found out that the diocese plans to remove and sell the stained glass windows from the church they just closed. The windows were purchased over the last 150? years by parishioners making donations in their relatives names. I'm glad I'm out.
Perhaps they are moving them to another parish. What do you think they should have done, Griff?
The locals want to take control of the building and keep it as a special events chapel so it will pay for its own upkeep. It is right next to a cemetery full of the people whose names are on the lower part of the windows. It is one of two historically significant buildings in the area, which are on the grounds of an early college most of which burned in 1864. The massive farmhouse across the street was the convent. I believe the church was built as a replacement after the fire. It is the brick
church on this page which was closed in part due to the priest shortage, but mostly due to the parishioners lack of influence with the thankfully departed insane bishop.
The gel coating on my nails is chipping off. that means my polish is going to get pretty shabby pretty quickly, which means I'm going to be up for a manicure much sooner than I should be.
Yes petty I know, but it's still irritating when people don't do their job properly.
where are my motherfucking photos that I uploaded picasa you fucking bitch?
Nevermind, I found them.
Yes petty I know, but it's still irritating when people don't do their job properly.
I, too, am a great believer in a job well done. That's why I never hesitate to leave it to a better qualified person. ;)
Sounds a bit lazy, I know...
where are my motherfucking photos that I uploaded picasa you fucking bitch?
Nevermind, I found them.
right here where you put them you fuckin loser.
Try refreshing your page and remembering where you put them before bitching at me next time.
I'm just a storage site - ya loser
:p:
INVISIBLE TICKLISH NOSE HAIR
It's only invisible to you. I can see it from here. Frigging gross, dude.
INVISIBLE TICKLISH NOSE HAIR
I feel your pain.
Sometimes, an email can be like nails on a chalkboard. Gaaah! Names have been removed to protect the unfortunate.
We need your help! Earlier this summer I contacted [coworker who was laid off last year] about a project I’m working on for our Executive Summit. It’s a time to show the leaders of our portfolio companies how much we—and their own teams—care about them. We realize that it can be lonely at the top, and we need your help for a fun project we dreamed up! But this is a surprise to [our company CEO] and the rest of the gang, so shhhh…
This year I’m doing a special presentation to thank the executives. But the thank you isn’t going to come from me – it’s going to come from you and the rest of [our company]. I’m collecting images providing by our portfolio companies that share the love with your team. It can be a picture of employees holding a sign that says “we love you” or “thank you” or a creative graphic design you come up with. Have any inside jokes or something particular to the company? Add them in! Does your marketing, communication or graphics department have a creative idea? Collaborate to come up with something creative and meaningful. Then the images will be presented in a slide show at the summit. This is going to be a surprise for the executives, so keep it a secret from them! Send the image, preferably a .jpg file, to [marketing person's email address].
We’re awarding a FlipCam for the most creative and inventive submission, so have fun! But remember, it’s a secret, so keep it under wraps. I’d love a submission by Tuesday, August 31. Is that doable?
Corporations "sharing the love?" Sounds faintly obscene. :rolleyes:
Uuuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhhh....those words "Shhhh, it's a secret" will strike terror in me for the rest of my days.
Hadn't heard of the movie so I googled it. Came up with this review and a pretty good site, it seems.
From:http://www.pajiba.com/film_reviews/eat-pray-love-review-jump-up-my-ass-lady.php
Shawnee and Squirrell, read the book and let me know what you think. I just read the movie review (even though I'd said to myself that I wasn't going to) and it's had exactly the intended effect of the author which was that now I don't want to go and see the movie and will probably wait for it to come out on DVD instead. That'll be about a $10 saving. :)
My computer chair is old and hurts my ass.
I need a new one.
But that would mean I have to get OUT Of my computer chair and go buy one.
And I haven't been doing a lot of that lately. :)
The weather is perfect today. I REALLY don't want to be in my windowless office all day. I think I'll go for a walk after lunch.
A pimple in or on my nose, you know how those mother truckers hurt??
In keeping with the nose theme --
ragweed.
In keeping with the nose theme --
cement dust in sinus
Miserable stinking head damn cold. I haz all the snot.
Snort some of Griff's cement dust, and the snot will chuck up and fall out.;)
Miserable stinking head damn cold. I haz all the snot.
It's allergy season. You don't have
all the snot. There seems to be plenty to go around.
Ewwww... I thought it was soup, but it's snot.
Snot funny!
I can empathize. My nose is fine, but I've got a cough. Blech.
Cut 1/8" off my ring finger today making dinner. I don't know what made me sloppy with the chef's knife, but I'll never be sloppy again. That'll leave a mark. After much wailing and moaning I finished dinner (chicken tetrazzini) with J's assistance.
Laterally or longitudinally?
I'm back to work which isn't irritating except the dude I had been keeping under control last year had all summer to cause trouble. Now I have to repair a Mom relationship that I initially mishandled but was healing which became a shit storm under his guidance. I'm thinking he really can't help himself. He talks and talks and talks about whatever pops into his mind first, telling himself that he is building relationships but he confuses and misdirects people to the point that old wounds are reopened. I've got to keep the clown in a box.:mad:
nobody is sorry about my finger
OUCH, that looks like it hurts. What did you do to yourself?
nobody is sorry about my finger
rub some dirt on it and get back in there, kid!
Dull knife would do it! Keep it clean, and wrapped for a few days. (unless its really bad, then get to a clinic to have stitches!)
My hubby had a Whilshire stay sharp knife come out of the case (or actually the case opened from the bottom, and the sharpener and case seperated) and he sliced through the meaty part of his hand. He should have had stitches, but he just kept it clean, and wrapped tight. If he had gone for stitches, he would have had a scar. You cant even tell where it happened now, and it was a flippin deep cut!
I am sorry you got hurt, its a bad finger to keep from banging. Good Luck!
Yah especially if you play bass! I had to cancel rehearsal this week so it doesn't get hurt worse.
Well, that does suck. Sorry UT!
Bummer, will you be side-lined long?
Oh yuck, I'm extremely sorry I looked at the picture of ur finger
Oh, it's worse than the picture looks!
The strings won't touch the wound directly so I think a week out will do it, but it may open the wound and be painful. It would be rock n roll if I bled out. I should wear white instead of black.
The last time I did that to myself I made a splint out of plastic, which covered the end of the finger and kept me from re-injuring it. I had to use it for a couple of weeks.
Oh yeah, that's a good idea. Once when the eczema was really bad on my fingertip, I used a finger bandage applicator to protect it.
I am sorry for your finger UT. I split mine down the middle once so I feel for ya.
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I bought super premium cat food. No corn,wheat and high protein.Now the litter box is super premium stink. :(
I can acclimate them to the food but I cannot acclimate my nose to the smell.
So I am going back to the medium range food which makes them shed and have dandruff. I suppose I can supplement with a omega oil for their skin.
Why must I choose between dandruff or stinking poos. It's mildly irritating.
I've heard of this. Cat's flushing. :unsure:
I should have gotten a tea-cup chihuahua. Maybe I will anyway. In a couple of years,when my son transfers to university, I can get a dog. I wonder if it would be a little terror, or cat treat. My cat is huge. Large. Enormous with inch long incisors so he has huge dumps. He would probably eat the dog.
I've heard of this. Cat's flushing. :unsure:
You can get a training kit from
amazon.
Nosebleed and the knock-on effects. Hopefully done with soon so not yet "upsetting me"..... but I had decided if I woke early to get up and get stuff done but it's all the sort of stuff you can't do immediately post nosebleed.
The Dr precribes tea :)
waking up sick on a three day weekend is not fair!
OK done the laundry, finished "fall/10-year cleaning" the cars (my share of it anyway) still not had a re-bleed, but now my hands are going crazy itching and weeping. Ah well. no more rubber gloves and dirty jobs for me today....
(I think the nosebleed was caused by all the dirt that went up my nose from the car-cleaning yesterday. There was six inches of muck in the vac after I hoovered out both cars. Half of that sand from our recent trip up north, the rest formerly edible, I think. Darn kids.)
My hands are now irritating me. Tune in again to learn which body part wil irritate me next.
Rambling? Moi?
Caffeine?
Hell, yeah!
Well, it's beyond 'mild', but: Panaramio and their 'Help' forum/system. Is teh suck.
Someone called off at work, so I'm going to run a route for them. Unfortunately, it's going to take me to Cameron, about an hour north of Kansas City...I've been in Kansas City on business off and on all summer. Not what I wanted to do on a Sunday night, but I'm getting paid well, so I can't complain too much.
My ex... 17 YEARS AGO is stalking me on the net again. He "friended" a person we both knew 20 years ago, that I am freinds with. She posted a comment on her status, and he answered with "except the next time around I'm not wasting my time with any psycho's or psychics as she likes to call herself.." Knowing I would see it. Why can't this guy just go away? I do not answer him, and now he is bringing others into it. SIGH
I sent her a private message appologising, but sheesh....
Hopefully she'll defriend him, it he keeps it up. I'm sure you're not as crazy as my ex. :lol2:
It is utterly mind-boggling how many corporate clients think it's a good idea to have their voiceactor narrate web addresses out loud.
"Double you double you double you dot nextgen dot [company] dot com, slash content, slash HQ dash departments, slash legal dash amp dash external dash affairs, slash code dash conduct."
Dumbasses.
but you sound so sexy when you say "slash"
My right contact lens is irritating me. It's brand new but keeps "losing focus". I clean/rinse it and it's fine for a few seconds, then it's gone again. Grrr.
Did it get flipped inside out by accident?
nope. can't see any print on it, either. I think it's because I only have 6 days to go until I'm 40, my eyes are preparing for bifocal land! :lol:
Does your other lens have printing? Maybe it's a defective one that slipped into the packaging.
I meant like a fingerprint. I just cleaned it again and it seems OK, but now I'm all "paranoid" so it feels like the vision int hat eye isn't perfect when it is.
I got the whole mega-scraping procedure on my top gums from a periodontist on Tuesday.
First of all, the antibiotic mouthwash they prescribed has to be one of the foulest-tasting substances known.
Second, the sutures are going to drive me nuts. They don't hurt, but they give me a continual feeling that I have bits of food stuck in my teeth.
Are you astigmatic? It sounds like its weighted improperly and is rotating out of position.
You mean from the crucifiction?
(that's a multi-part pun)
You mean from the crucifiction?
(that's a multi-part pun)
What does the crucifiction have to do with anything in ri: the contact lenses?
I am, but that's the other eye... The last rinse/clean fixed the problem -IIDK what the fuck was going on there.
I'm now annoyed that I'm having a yard sale and (a) I'm not remotely ready and (b) they just changed the forecast to call for rain/thunder (30%) AFTER I put my sign out at the entrance to the 'hood. it's the only day I can do though, so it has to be.... Everyone else in AA is also having a sale apparently -it's the place to come for cheap crap tomorrow.....
I'm not ready 'cause of what really ended up pissing me off and making me cry today.....and took my prep time.... but I'm still too sore about that to discuss it.
Pretty much everyfuckingthing.
Everyone else in AA is also having a sale apparently
Are they selling off all their alcohol? I'll be right over.
I was more than mildly irritated yesterday by our hot water heater crapping out. Luckily, my twin brother wasn't too busy to give a hand. Kind of hard to lift a HWH by yourself. We went to Home Depot and picked up a new one along with the needed plumbing supplies and go it installed in no time. :cool:
Definitely a drag. Water heaters are a messy work, and when you're done, you're just back where you started... no real gain.:(
....two little boys who cant be in the same area code without annoying each other...who when one looks at the other or even breathes the same air....the other takes on a whiney voice.....
and I have a headache.
....two little boys who cant be in the same area code without annoying each other...who when one looks at the other or even breathes the same air....the other takes on a whiney voice.....
Does your new place have a soundproof cellar or attic or roofspace?
I thought the upstairs area would be perfect, casi....but it amplifies everything by a million fold.
Better today, although there were tears about a missing magazine for a nerf gun and Mr 7had great joy in bringing back the lube from my side drawer that Mr 5 stole from my side drawer and hid it under his bed....and dobbing.
I thought the upstairs area would be perfect, casi....but it amplifies everything by a million fold.
Damn! I know, get them sticking egg cartons on the walls. Not only will it soundproof the room, it will keep them busy at the same time (and I'm so pleased with myself here, then I have to add a :D)
I ordered two cardboard boxes for transporting of cupcakes.
The lady selling said she would post 1st Class on Monday, therefore they would be with me today.
This morning I got a standard PayPal receipt to tell me the goods were on their way, and had been sent 1st Class, Signed-For. Well I've had the post today, so I can only assume she posted them THIS MORNING instead. Note - today is Tuesday.
This means that the post will come tomorrow, when there is no-one in, and will be taken back to the sorting office in town awaiting collection and signature.
ARRRGH!
If she'd been honest about posting them, I would have said, "Don't send it Signed-For, I'll leave a note for the postman to drop it over the gate."
But no, I've waited in all morning for something that can't possibly arrive today (okay, I didn't really have any other plans!) but now I have to leave school on Weds, come home (approx 1 mile), collect the card, walk into town (another mile) and then walk home carrying a light but awkward sized packet.
Why can't people just tell the bloody truth?
Sigh.
I know it's minor. But it is mildly irritating.
Damn! I know, get them sticking egg cartons on the walls. Not only will it soundproof the room, it will keep them busy at the same time (and I'm so pleased with myself here, then I have to add a :D)
or just lock them in separate rooms (till they're ready to leave home). I find this to be a quite an effective solution to arguing children. lol
Seriously Ali, what's your technique for dealing with kids who are thumping each other in the back seat of car.
I have never participated in this form of argument not only because sibling and I get along fantastically for the most part, but because trying to argue with him is like yelling in a soundproof room-any antagonism just disappears into the ether immediately. However, when I was younger, I was often in the back seat while siblings tried to thump each other over the top of me. Have to say that at the time I didn't get it and I still don't, nor would I know how to handle it.
Well, we did have a problem with this for a while, but it pissed me off to the max one time when we were coming home from the gold coast (at night) so much that I stopped the car, told them to get out, then drove off. I only went a couple of hundred metres, but since then, I've never had a problem.
That wouldnt work with my 2, they'd just go about annoying each other.
You know we will be in the poo when the yanks wake up for cluttering up the board with chit chat :)
You know we will be in the poo when the yanks wake up for cluttering up the board with chit chat :)
This has been lovely Ali and Ducks (not taking the piss here), but I've just been offered free food for dinner so I'm off. Talk again soon hopefully.
Sorry to bang on about my issues (no, I'm not really) but there has been a new twist.
Turns out eBay lady didn't lie to me.
I went up town on the bus to get Grandad's fish n chips. As the bus passed the botto mof our path there was a Royal Mail van and a chap getting out of it with a package exactly the same size and shape as I expected mine to be. "Oh shoot," I said - now trained to school standards.
Got home to find a card through the door - unable to deliver, needs signature.
But there's a happy ending.
A return ticket is the same price as an all-day ticket.
Usually I decline the offer because I'm only intending to take one journey.
Today - for no reason I can explain - I said, "Oh, go on then."
So in fact I can go by bus to the sorting office and back. No extra walking tomorrow. And I'll be well prepared for the baking session Thursday afternoon.
Gutted that I missed accepting delivery by about 7 minutes.
Pleased I've got it sorted, and can leave good feedback.
You know we will be in the poo when the yanks wake up for cluttering up the board with chit chat :)
Not at all.
fuck 'em. :)
Please do.
I am mildly irritated at myself for having forgotten where I put my knife.
Check where you hid the body.
Theres a couple I would
I feel the same way about you DN. Although I'm not a couple, I'd be happy to recruit a date if that's what flips your switch. ;)
Check where you hid the body.
Yeah, sometimes you just forget to pull it out or you stick it in the dirt to clean it and leave it.
I have examined myself (being the only body I've made leak recently) thoroughly, and none of the recent (or ancient) wounds still held my knife. I'm so glad youse guys are looking out for me. Thanks!
Yeah, sometimes you just forget to pull it out or you stick it in the dirt to clean it and leave it.
This was the first post I saw, on the top of the page, and I wondered who had a mildly irritated penis. :blush:
I burned the roof of my mouth. I always burn the roof of my mouth when i have steamed eggs, but I don't know how -the damn things were virtually stone cold when I ate them.
Maybe it was the hash brown[COLOR="white"]ie[/COLOR]s you had on the side
I've been teetering between amused and mildly irritated on this one.
The loading dock entrance of my apt has two 12 foot walls on either side of it.
errr.
Had.
I looked out my balcony this afternoon to see most of a wall and a pile of bricks and rubble. Actually, I looked out my balcony to see a police car parked right in front of my apt. As I was trying to figure out why the cop was parked in front of me rather than the front door, I found out.
According to the property manager, some moron with a rented truck had no clue how to drive the damn thing, drove into (not sure if they were backing up into the loading dock, or pulling out), but they demolished the front couple of feet of one of the walls.
Now, I happen to think this is as funny as hell, because it wasn't me that did it, however, it's quite irritating because the flat (no steps and closer to the parking lot) entry is going to be out of service while they pull down the remains of the wall and put the new wall (assuming they bother) in place.
I saw the folks that I presume are the white trash dumbasses that caused the damage ... with the loading dock out of commission they had to carry their furniture an extra 40-50 yards to where they were allowed to park the Ryder truck.
I occasionally worry about light planes and helicopters forgetting that there is a building in their way, never occurred to me to worry about a dumbass in a truck.
I burned the roof of my mouth. I always burn the roof of my mouth when i have steamed eggs, but I don't know how -the damn things were virtually stone cold when I ate them.
Perhaps it was a chemical burn, then? Hot sauce, lye mixed into the salt, something like that.
You're irritating yourself! What, are you like an oyster trying to get yourself to produce a pearl (of wisdom or something)?
this should do the trick
Nooooooooooooo! What about the stork? I never did believe that crap in "Where did I come from."
So after a long embarrassing explanation about human reproduction by your folks, you said, Joey came from Adelaide, where did I come from?
No need to ask that. I know the answer-Sydney!
You're irritating yourself!
You've never experienced this? A quote that describes this feeling perfectly comes from a Colombian friend of mine:
"one of those days when not even you can put up with yourself."
Sure, but I can take off my pants and fix that. ;)
Nooooooooooooo! What about the stork? I never did believe that crap in "Where did I come from."
Today while reading Richard Scarry's
Best Stories Ever, I learned that 'spring brings babies' so there it is, the mystery is cleared up.
I'm back to work which isn't irritating except the dude I had been keeping under control last year had all summer to cause trouble. Now I have to repair a Mom relationship that I initially mishandled but was healing which became a shit storm under his guidance. I'm thinking he really can't help himself. He talks and talks and talks about whatever pops into his mind first, telling himself that he is building relationships but he confuses and misdirects people to the point that old wounds are reopened. I've got to keep the clown in a box.:mad:
Vindication! Finger-pointing had started over some missing paperwork the district needed. I did not pop off when they started blaming me, giving instead enough info for everyone to discover the truth on their own. I was thanked for my patience yesterday. Maybe it is possible to glide above the fray.
Repeat over and over in your mind, we cool, we cool... :cool:
Way to go, Griff! Mellow man, mellow...
Just bored at work, need to work some extra hours but gawd I'm hating this job. Don't know if can take it much longer...
Shawnee and Squirrell, read the book and let me know what you think. I just read the movie review (even though I'd said to myself that I wasn't going to) and it's had exactly the intended effect of the author which was that now I don't want to go and see the movie and will probably wait for it to come out on DVD instead. That'll be about a $10 saving. :)
Went to see this last night for a fundraiser. The movie wasn't bad, but it didn't do the book justice and missed the point somewhat. There were several key parts left out.
SPOILER ALERT...
-The scene in the bathroom where she realises that she wants to get out of the life that she has created but doesn't know how and that a solution doesn't present itself quickly-in fact not at all.
-The key effects that meditation had her life and resolving the mess that she'd had a huge part in creating.
-The general fart-arsing around and cultural stuff associated with giving money to the Balinese woman to buy a house.
-The fact that she said 'no' several times to Felipe before they got together.
Has anyone who hasn't read the book seen the movie? If so, what did you think?
Watched Die Hard 2 for the first time last night. It was horrible, I can't keep going over it in my mind to find new holes/inconsistencies in it.
try the new CPR
Funniest thing I've heard all day.
oh dear, commiserations on your shitty day, casi ......or was it just after midnight when you posted?
Think it must have been getting into delirium time...but I looked again and I still think it's funny.
But then again, the "curry gate" incident still cracks me up 12 years down the track.
My money situation is making very very depressed. Being sick doesn't help the depression. When I get depressed I shutdown.
MTP, how are you going a few days on?
Doing better, BF got paid, so he was able to pay me back a little, he tried to pay most of it but I refused knowing he still has some unpaid bills. I got paid today, so I don't feel so awful. I've made some adjustments to my bill pay for the next 3months, going to minimum for awhile when I was paying over(no interest cards.) The big deal was my mom decided to switch up the car insurance, I had been on their plan to save money over all, but she found a better plan where we all save and where I can have my own policy. (Mom is also an insurance agent). So that's all good, 'cept she decided she wanted to do it this month instead of next.
I like to pay 6months at a time since they give you a discount, but because of DR bills and speeding ticket, I don't have $800 bucks this month. She paid the bill on her credit card, but I hate owing her anything.
I've just had to focus on getting through now, and adjusting my spending (and speeding) so that I can replenish my savings. Looking for some side jobs too.
Back in the day, when my cash flow was tight , I paid my car insurance monthly. It really only cost me $2 more a month and made getting my bills paid on time a breeze. It was really worth it to me at the time.
My angioedema and lack of benadryl.
Also, way too many people must not be getting any these days. Come on, ignore Christine, lighten up your lives and self-satisfy, if need be.
My angioedema
You have a swolen heart?
oh
Angioedema is a swelling, similar to hives, but the swelling is beneath the skin rather than on the surface. The hives are called welts. It is also possible to have angioedema without hives.
yeah, that's it. Had it since college. It's irritated by heat or pressure. Say I have a pair of shoes that I've worn dozens of times, so they're broken in. I go a few weeks without wearing said shoes. Wear said shoes again...the pressure just from where it's touching my feet in a different place from the previous shoes triggers an attack. My feet (or hands or ears...extremities) can swell up twice their size. My feet have looked like Ball Park Franks ready to burst at the seams.
When I exercise, the heat causes a similar thing on my torso.
The feeling is, I can imagine, like thousands of fire ants biting: hot and itchy and painful. Sometimes I scratch the skin raw, just can't help it.
They don't know what causes it. There is a form that can swell your esophagus right shut, but I've never had that problem. Knock on wood.
Lotions don't help, they get into the broken skin and I'm sensitive to ANY lotion then. Only thing that helps is an antihistamine.
I miss my cute dress shoes and heels, but at the end of the day I literally cannot walk on my feet.
You have a swolen heart?
And thanks for not saying "YOU have hearts???!!1 No wai." :p:
Back in the day, when my cash flow was tight , I paid my car insurance monthly. It really only cost me $2 more a month and made getting my bills paid on time a breeze. It was really worth it to me at the time.
Some companies have it set up automatically and they don't charge a fee. It's actually
the same or cheaper than paying quarterly on biannually.
yeah, that's it. Had it since college. It's irritated by heat or pressure. Say I have a pair of shoes that I've worn dozens of times, so they're broken in. I go a few weeks without wearing said shoes. Wear said shoes again...the pressure just from where it's touching my feet in a different place from the previous shoes triggers an attack. My feet (or hands or ears...extremities) can swell up twice their size. My feet have looked like Ball Park Franks ready to burst at the seams.
When I exercise, the heat causes a similar thing on my torso.
The feeling is, I can imagine, like thousands of fire ants biting: hot and itchy and painful. Sometimes I scratch the skin raw, just can't help it.
They don't know what causes it. There is a form that can swell your esophagus right shut, but I've never had that problem. Knock on wood.
Lotions don't help, they get into the broken skin and I'm sensitive to ANY lotion then. Only thing that helps is an antihistamine.
I miss my cute dress shoes and heels, but at the end of the day I literally cannot walk on my feet.
That sucks! Can the shoes make your hands swell, or is it a localized reaction?
Localized. Say I absentmindedly have my arm on something irritating (like, not a dwellar.) I don't even know it's irritated until I notice I'm scratching...then it's a vicious circle. Or, you know, you're working away and scratch a tiny itch on your finger...bad move for me.
I know, it sounds weird. It is. Certainly not life threatening (except the threat of the esophagus which I haven't ever experienced) but it'll sure step on the finest of buzz.
Mostly it's my hand and feet. My ears have itched and swollen completely shut too. A lot of people's whole face will swell, and luckily I haven't had that happen either.
@Shaw: have you tried zyrtec? I have a friend with angioedema and thats what helped him for a long time. Due to some bad health habits, he had to go off of zyrtec because it was raising his blood pressure. His is hereditary though I believe.
@Pico, I don't remember the difference. I would rather save ever $24 if I can though. I'll get over the psychological damage of owing my mom money. At least I know I'll pay her back, unlike how my aunt treats my g-ma.
Edit: Maybe I should say: how my g-ma lets my aunt treat her?
You mean a mother allows a daughter to slide on monetary obligations? Shocking. ;)
No bruce, this is A LOT more than the occasional loan. My aunt constantly "borrows" money from my g-ma and never pays it back. My aunt spends way too much on unnecessary crap, she then cannot pay bills. There is a lot more, but I'll get too annoyed if I talk about it.
Plus I'm only 22 and in college. My aunt is well into her 50s with a well paying job, both her and her husband.
I didn't say occasional, just mother financing daughter's spending.
I'm offended at you making a comparison between my mom loaning me money when I'm in a tight spot, which rarely happens and only happened due to medical bills, and my aunt basically stealing money from my g-ma when she spends her own money so irresponsibly.
Its bad enough that I've had to borrow from her in the first place, I really don't need you heaping insult on top of that.
I did not make that comparison, nor did I consider it, that's your doing.
I'm talking about mothers... strike that, parents... wanting to help their kids get the things they want, especially later in life. Maybe because they have come to realize it's the kids that will pick the nursing home. :haha:
The situation between your grandmother and her daughter, is common, and I'll wager they both know what they are doing. If grandma, just handed the money as a gift, she would feel obligated to do the same for all her children. But parents find their children can be very different people, some are independent, some are needy.
But the bottom line is mother/daughter, parent/offspring relationships are complicated... and for the most part, their own business.
You certainly seemed to be making the comparison.
There is a lot wrong with a 50-something woman mooching off of her mother. It is other people's business...at least its the family's business. My mother is going to be the one to take care of my g-ma when she gets old, not my aunt. So my mother does have the right to get upset that my g-ma is going to be broke and unable to support herself cuz she gave all her money to the other daughter.
So in the end, it's all about the money.
Then it's none of my business.
Jebus H Cripes I wish a tornado WOULD come and tear the hell out of this city. People act like there has never ever been wind and rain before. "OMG WARNING WARNING TORNADO WARNING" even though it's a watch except for in Darke County (the Darke Side) where, if it snows rains blows or the sun is shining, they think their county is always in imminent danger.
Bunch of fucking Chicken Littles getting on my nerves. GAWD Nervous Nellies are boring.
So far it's just a bunch of yawn.
So shut up and let me concentrate, reactionists. :lol:
I scalded myself by being stupid while making soup
OUCH. Running it under cold water, I hope? Do it for a long long time. :(
Ice cube in a baggie....
Now I'm really pissed off, though -the soup tastes great, but I stupidly used a blend of herbs to make the chicken stock for the base which contained one herb I have found I can't stand the smell or taste of..... and I can still smell it over the awesome taste of the leek, potato and onion soup. :(
I needed herbs, grabbed the jar, dumped some in (too many really) could immediately smell the rogue -must find out which one that is- so fished most of it back out with a spoon. So the stock simmered and then i strained it and removed all of the herb bits and thought it would be fine. Wrong.
Jebus H Cripes I wish a tornado WOULD come and tear the hell out of this city. People act like there has never ever been wind and rain before. "OMG WARNING WARNING TORNADO WARNING" even though it's a watch except for in Darke County (the Darke Side) where, if it snows rains blows or the sun is shining, they think their county is always in imminent danger.
Bunch of fucking Chicken Littles getting on my nerves. GAWD Nervous Nellies are boring.
So far it's just a bunch of yawn.
So shut up and let me concentrate, reactionists. :lol:
I hear you. Cyclone with tornadowatch for the next two hours apparently. It's just raining a little ffs. I'll report back when i retrieve my computer from the wall of the garage three doors down the street.
You will not believe what they just called it on the local news online:
Fucking Windpocalypse. I kid you not.
:lol:
You're right, I don't believe it.
My bad: they took it from the AP:
http://www.whiotv.com/weather/25513270/detail.html
So, Chiclone, Windpocalypse.
Even weather news is too stupidly sensationalized to watch anymore.
At any rate, I'm getting some chocolate. Fuck it, apparently we're all going to die in the Wind of Death anyway.
I know Shaw. This is such bullshit. I was really stoked for a good storm and NOTHING happend. A little rain, some wind. They call is a "Gustnado" for Gust and Tornado.
Sheesh. Reactionaries. IF we ever DO get really bad weather no one will heed it because of these nuts crying wolf all the time...
I know. I think part of the reason it makes me so mad is that it never comes to fruition (I love the idea of severe weather, am stupidly fearless, I think if the wind wants to take me it will, and god help mother nature when she comes up against my bitter middle-aged wrath.) Well, that along with the hens a'cluckin'.
:scaredchickensmilie:
:)
which contained one herb I have found I can't stand the smell or taste of.
And that herb is?
I dunno. I need to find out. I'm thinking maybe tarragon because I don't think that's in the blend I used to use. But to me, it's reminiscent of aniseed and washing up liquid. Hateful.
--
For a storm that's supposed to be "worse than the one that sunk the Edmund Fitzgerald", this is a little lame to say the least.
This blend is "Herbes de Provence" and contains (in order) Thyme, Rosemary, Basil, Marjoram, Oregano and Tarragon.
My old blend was Thyme, Marjoram, Oregano, Parsely, Sage and Basil, so I'd say it has to be the Tarragon. But I can't smell it at all when i sniff the tub -only once it's added to the food. Ah well, guess that's an item for the compost.......
Or it could be the basil -I don't like basil and it's in a larger proportion in this blend.
"Eight spices? Some of these must be repeats...'Or-e-GAno...' What the hell?"
Bagpipes. Upstairs. Right now.
Otherwise I'd be reading something with paper pages.
it's UG. He's stalking you.
My level of apathy is so high.I don't care who or what, just play in key or be quiet!
a little tarragon goes a very long way.
"Eight spices? Some of these must be repeats...'Or-e-GAno...' What the hell?"
Marge.
I think one of my clients must be losing her mind, I just got an email asking me if there was a way for a person to easily email a number of files to 4 people at a time.
W
T
F
?
:facepalm:
She's the one giving your email address to all those spammers. :haha:
I think one of my clients must be losing her mind, I just got an email asking me if there was a way for a person to easily email a number of files to 4 people at a time.
W
T
F
?
:facepalm:
Sounds like my Mom. She also likes to talk to her computer when its slow, telling it to 'come on, come on'.
Whats really frustrating tho, she's click happy. So when I am trying (over the phone) to lead her step by step through a process, she will go ahead of my instructions clicking away in anticipation and get herself all muddled up. Usually I give up by then because she is incapable of explaining where her clicks led her. (And, of course I'm pretty weak giving computer help in the first place.)
The "n" key is stuck. Ugh...need to ask someone to fix it for me before I kill it by slamming on it just to get it typed in.
Just do 't use the dam[COLOR="White"], [/COLOR]thi g.;)
I have a nasty little chest cough in the bronchial region, the cough itself isn't too bad but last night I had fever chills from 11pm to 1am, then insomnia until 4 or 5 am. And I'm having trouble eating properly.
As a result my Saturday has been a total write-off, trying to rest and get some food in without sleeping so much that I cannot sleep tonight.
Gonna get some chicken soup from my local Chinese take away, that but it is cool and very windy out there, I don't think my lungs are gonna like it. No, they don't deliver.
And, coughing up chunky bits kinda grosses me out.
That's about it.
Zen - maybe you need to go see your doc??
If your Grandson is a sensitive kid but still a confirmed boy, don't humiliate him on Halloween by making him wear a beautiful handmade Raggedy Andy costume. His age mates are wearing Buzz Lightyear, Woody, Batman, pirate garb, or traditional ghoul wear and he gets to go as a girl's toy.... nice. He was damn brave fighting back the tears.
Whoa, Griff. That's fucked up. :(
Apparently some people don't think so!:eek:
Kamikaze flies. The flies have lived too long, and enjoyed the delayed fall. Now they're doing what they should have done at least a month ago: coming into your house, slowly dying, but buzzing around like morons and hitting you right in the head. Out damn'd fly!
Whoa, Griff. That's fucked up. :(
I just saw an old South Park Halloween show, the humiliating costume forced on Stan by his controlling girlfriend was... Raggedy Andy.
Stan's humiliation, from being pussy whipped, isn't quite as bad as from misguided family. :)
No amount of candy is worth that.
we had a ridiculously worded proposition to deny gay couples city benefits (which the City council had already approved), which passed. You had to vote against endorsing "traditional family values" to allow the city to extend benefits. Our barely literate, and highly Catholic, populace wasn't going to vote the right way on this, and they didn't (shakes head).
I just saw an old South Park Halloween show, the humiliating costume forced on Stan by his controlling girlfriend was... Raggedy Andy.
Poor kid. Reminds me of this guy
Tonight I saw a CAPTCHA image that was actually an advertisement. The phrase I had to type in was "Feeling Fit and Happy," which is apparently the new slogan of Gold's Gym.
Clearly we are nearing the apocalypse.
What is irritating me today? These lazy kids of today (approx.15 to 21 years old) that expect you to rearrange your entire life for something they should be doing themselves,and think you are made out of money.
Who raises these kids today? That's what I'm wondering.
The TV, the internet, schools, mall security, scoutmasters, coaches, peers, etc...
The TV, the internet, schools, mall security, scoutmasters, coaches, peers, etc...
Is this a response to my response, or just a list of what's irritating you today?
That's who's raising the kids.
Who raises these kids today? That's what I'm wondering.
My son(20 years old) was raised at his mother's,as I paid child support,but I was always there every weekend ect....all this kid's life I was kicking his butt but it was his mother and my sister and my own mother that kept telling me how I'm too hard on him,now he expects everything from them(as I don't give him literatley "anything")he can get a "job" if he wants something,and he knows this so he bugs his mother,its not my concern and its not my problem. I didn't get a chance to have him 'full-time" and now he is living in a world of fantasy,where he will remain without me lol!
At least he has a TON of company. That type of upbringing seems to be par for the course these days, cellarites mostly excluded.
At least he has a TON of company. That type of upbringing seems to be par for the course these days, cellarites mostly excluded.
classicman, what are "cellarties"?
Us... and that includes you.
whs^
"Cellarites" is a nickname for registered members of The Cellar. The other commonly used nickname is "Dwellar", an amalgamation of the words dweller and cellar (i.e. cellar dweller).
Can we get a quiz in aisle #2947, please?
What is irritating me today? These lazy kids of today (approx.15 to 21 years old) that expect you to rearrange your entire life for something they should be doing themselves,and think you are made out of money.
huh.
I have a couple in that range..I feel your pain, brother.
Nice to see someone else from the Emerald City. Welcome.
ps don't worry about the quiz--it'll grow back, eventually.
two bleeding cracks on the sides of my knuckles due to eczema.
huh.
I have a couple in that range..I feel your pain, brother.
Nice to see someone else from the Emerald City. Welcome.
ps don't worry about the quiz--it'll grow back, eventually.
Not sure what "the quiz" is but I'll take your word for it ha!
Yes I'm sick and tired of these "lazy" kids who think thier whole entire life revolves around what they are doing at the moment,and what the currently want,they want,want,want,want but when you need them to do something they are nowhere around.
I offered my 20 year old $100.00 bucks to simply "mow both lawns" this previous summer ....would of taken approx. 3 to 4 hours,because of the first cutting in the spring due to the fact how long the grass was(not that long but average) and he found every excuse why he couldn't do it ect....but now the summer is over he wanted to "borrow" some cash,and he doesn't have a job so when would I get paid back? HAHA!
I don't give him "jack" and its funny he even asks. He lives between my sister's and his mother's house. These kids nowadays are LAZY!
Wow. I'm beat! Did a "career day" for middle schoolers today--don't know why I'm so tired, but I guess it's just a let down after being excited. I had some props--I had a quill pen from the Supreme Court--but maybe not as cool as the cooler the Medical Examiner guy had . . .
Wow. I'm beat! Did a "career day" for middle schoolers today--don't know why I'm so tired, but I guess it's just a let down after being excited. I had some props--I had a quill pen from the Supreme Court--but maybe not as cool as the cooler the Medical Examiner guy had . . .
Even if you are bummed you're not getting an after-glow, it sounds like you had a great day. anyway ;)
nice of my boss to let me do that, and get paid for it, too.
Getting paid for having fun. That's great. :)
I just ate too much and now my belly's refusing to move.
The school administration just announced that they are going from a dress code that teaches girls how to dress to be taken seriously to a pedophile magnet uniform. The uniform would actually be a violation of the present code. We're going to have to figure out how they can change clothes after school if we stay in town... [grumble]
The upside is both girls first quarter average in this highly competitive school came to 96.7. 9 straight quarters of high honors for Lil Pete and Lil' Griff got the plum drum part in the Christmas show. Overheard, "That girl drummer is so much better than..." We call her "that girl drummer" at home now.
Did you address your concerns with the admin, or is that a non-starter?
Yes and yes. I assume this is related to some graduate with money trying to shape his old school to his liking...
Yes and yes. I assume this is related to some graduate with money trying to shape his old school to his liking...
Have you looked through some of the old yearbooks?
I just ate too much and now my belly's refusing to move.
Kill it before it bursts. Gun to the bellybutton. Only way to survive :greenface
cant......find....belly.... button......
cant......find....belly.... button......
Auuuughhh! Mutant!
He can run the next 7-11.
Auuuughhh! Mutant!
is that a jossverse reference?
:lol: @ Foot3's pic.
Where the heck did that meme start, anyway?
wikipedia says 4chan, I'm not even sure I fully grasp 4chan though.
You don't need to. It IS the asshole of the Internet. It develops a lot of the funnier memes but 99% of it is crap.
Next to the cartoon, on the right - Is that .......
it might be. The image came from a google search for yearbook photos, and that result had something to do with celebrities.
hey footfootfoot--who is that?
cause... I think I know her sister...
No idea, it's classic's gal. I'm pop culture retired
Today I am irritated by people who do not respond to my eBay requests for combined postage. I've been waiting two days for a response from one seller. I know the postage is too high for the items, I know I will get a reduced total, but I am just waiting and waiting. Makes me wonder how fast their despatch system can possibly be - I mean surely they should check eBay at least daily to see if someone has purchased from them?
Petty. But AAAARGH! all the same.
Thanksgiving.
Don't think its a big deal on the other side of the pond.
Depends on where she's buying from.
true, but based upon her situation, I don't think it would make any logical sense to pay overseas shipping.
That's funny, I had assumed Merc was merely saying that Thanksgiving is what was mildly irritating him today...
Nope, UK seller. STILL hasn't replied!
I wish there was an option for refusing to buy after you've waited a certain time - I went for the cheapest seller but I could have received the goods from elsewhere by now!
I'm irritated by all the angst around here over the last couple of days. Why do people have to keep flogging the same dead horse??!!!
Can't find a new one to flog, and it's a skill lost quickly if not kept up.
No idea, it's classic's gal. I'm pop culture retired
My mistake, sorry.
And now classic has left the building. shit.
hey footfootfoot--who is that?
cause... I think I know her sister...
I'm not sure, but I think it's Tiffani Amber Thiessen? (google google) Yep. She dropped the Amber from her "stage name", but she used to be in Saved by the Bell. You know her sister?
classicman is on facebook for those who want to keep up with him during his absence. Aliantha started a cellar group there.
classicman is on facebook for those who want to keep up with him during his absence. Aliantha started a cellar group there.
Facebook eh? Still can't bring myself...
it has its plusses and its minuses. Now I think I've figured out most of the minuses, it has its benefits. And it's really funny to see which of your friends from different circles actually know each other well. Almost eliminates the need for small talk at cocktail parties -which is good because I'm never invited to any.
After reading about
internet suicide 2.0 I decided to erase my FB existence. I don't miss it.
:rolleyes:
mildly? ok
fuzz balls on clothes ( up there with missing socks )
automated customer service loops
The accessibility of the web-pages when you need to be working on final projects. ( procrastination)
The lack of snow.
Gas heat which is hot then cold.
68 degrees is cold, 72 is too hot
The thermostat doesn't recognize anything in between.
Zero degree wind chill and stupid snow.
Is it spring yet?
i am mildly irritated when skinny people complain about losing weight
How is that different from fat people complaining about gaining weight?
I am mildy irritated when fat people want seconds. :D[COLOR="White"]Joking, you fools with no sense of humor.[/COLOR]
That's why you're losing weight.
"Please sir, I want some..... moooorreeeee...."
I'm just generally grumpy.
I think because I ate at 12 and am now having to wait until 18.00 for dinner (I usually eat earlier, alone).
Mum's cooking because we're going to see a school show together.
She's just irritated me by trying to do it all herself and all her own way - which means we'll have a real rush - which will have an adverse affect on her mood.. And because it had to be her way, the dinner is going to be pretty poor (I started it my way, trying to be helpful, but she immediately took over once she got in and reversed most of what I'd done).
Sigh. So not only am I already irritable, I'll be sitting next to Mum in a pissy mood.
Hurray. Wish I hadn't said I'd go now.
try to think of
my cock. that should cheer you up.
Mistakes.
One of mine: mistaking third gear for fifth gear. I don't often see my tachometer bent over that far!
One of my fellow commuter's: mistaking a safe following distance between me and that car up there for an invitation to tuck herself into that slot so I could see her new bumper sticker. She compounded the mistake by slowing down once she was in front of me, no doubt to LEAVE HERSELF ADEQUATE SPACE BETWEEN HER AND THE CAR IN FRONT OF HER.
No, I'm not bitter. I do regret not getting the forward mounted machine guns and the run flat tires in times like this, but I'll manage.
you have to tailgate on the sure kill expressway or that will happen to you the whole way in. srsly.
try to think of my cock. that should cheer you up.
Doctor: "Well, Mr. Helm, what's concerning me right now is this large metal wire sticking out of your cock."
:sweat:
Without that wire it can't be hung.
The return of my sense of smell. People are stinky.:eyebrow:
... improper use of reflexive pronouns.
I was just talking to some friends about this very subject, and they agreed with myself about it.
George, Sally, and myself...we all HATE that misguided pretentiousness. Pretentiousnocity? Pretentionality?
Pretensificationality. ish. ness.
Without that wire it can't be hung.
So, all it takes is a little wire, and I don't have to be like this anymore?
So, all it takes is a little wire, and I don't have to be like this anymore?
If you experience an erection that lasts for more than 4 hours, call your hardware store.
Undertoad
Without that wire it can't be hung.
So, all it takes is a little wire, and I don't have to be like this anymore?
It looks like this guy just used rope....
http://www.cellar.org/showpost.php?p=697153&postcount=3097Max has a summer cold and has been grumpy for two days, and now he's chucking a wobbly on the hallway floor.
It's actually verging on pissing me off to be honest. He's only doing it because he thinks it's bath time, but it's way too early yet and he'll just get filthy again before bedtime.
...and now he's [COLOR="Red"]chucking a wobbly[/COLOR] on the hallway floor.
Umm...could you Merkinize that for me?
What's irritating me ? .....
The guy that went looking for space on our main development computer...
... and erased the backup of the database.
That's the biggest file, but not the oldest.
Moron.
Do I still get the 72 virgins if I'm the only one who dies?
What's irritating me ? .....
The guy that went looking for space on our main development computer...
... and erased the backup of the database.
That's the biggest file, but not the oldest.
Moron.
I read things like that and think "He got hired. Can you imagine the people who were turned down?"
What's irritating me ? .....
The guy that went looking for space on our main development computer...
... and erased the backup of the database.
That's the biggest file, but not the oldest.
Moron.
The only backup copy sits right there on the same machine?
Fortunately, that is not the case. I just had to connect to my home computer and download it.
As it is a server made for our programming team... we can go and kill it it is not so important. Yet, when you need around one hour to download a file because no one else has it on its computer and re-install it, it is kind of irritating
Everyone here at work is tense and tired and grumpy. :(
Everyone here at work is tense and tired and grumpy. :(
they need to ponder bagels. :D
I'm not sure if I'm irritated more or amused more. It's certainly something I shake my head at.
I sent a guy here at work to Hartford along with a handful of other people to collect documents from a client's facility. It's a trip to the client, so they were all told to dress nice and be on their best behavior. It's a big client.
So I just heard that while he was in the client's offices today, he used one of their conference rooms so he could interview for a job with another company. Via teleconference.
We were paying him today while he used our client's conference room to have an interview with another company.
I have to laugh. The balls on this guy. Or lack of brains. He's like 24 years old.
What gall! Is he still working for you?
And this popped into my head:
But in Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire, honesty hardly ever happens.
Or: But in 'artford, 'ereford and 'ampshire, 'onesty 'ardly ever 'appens.
http://www.filmsite.org/myfa2.htmlthey need to ponder bagels. :D
or.......beeeeeeeer /homer
the 24 yo guy just isn't old enough or experienced enough to know any better.
or.......beeeeeeeer /homer
That's what I'M pondering now. I may have pondered bagels early in the morn, but tonight I'm pondering stopping at my soon to be extinct watering hole and imbibing a nice hot beer. Yeah, I know beer is supposed to be cold but they need to market a good tasting warm one for weather like this! :blush:
What gall! Is he still working for you?
Remains to be seen. He's scheduled to come back tonight and my boss is going to talk with him about it tomorrow. I don't think she even knows yet what she's going to do. I bet he doesn't get fired for it, but it could go either way.
I'd love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation! :)
@shawnee: it's 5 o'clock somewhere!! (and warm beer isn't bad if it's good enough, errrr, ya know what i mean)
glatt: why not fire him? hell he's already lookin' elsewhere....
It may happen. It's just that it's a pain in the ass to go through. Gotta involve HR and make sure all our ducks are lined up. Ideally, he got a job with that interview and will just go away on his own.
right on right on. HR does have to look out for the company, you're right there.
Don't you work in a law firm glatt? They'll probably admire his chutzpah and promote him! :lol:
Don't you work in a law firm glatt? They'll probably admire his chutzpah and promote him! :lol:
:lol2:
:lol2:
:lol2:
What gall! Is he still working for you?
glatt: why not fire him? hell he's already lookin' elsewhere....
No, no, no. You call the company he interviewed with, tell them what went down.
Then fire him.
Throwing a tantrum. ;)
I was envisioning something like dropping a deuce or something...:sweat:
Everyone at work has a URI and is grumpy because of it. On a brighter note we exchanged gifts for the holiday.
I first read that as "Everyone at work has a UTI..."
Yeah, what the heck is a URI?
Fucking meetings.
That kind of sounds like fun.
Yeah, what the heck is a URI?
I think it's a social disease.
That's what I'M pondering now. I may have pondered bagels early in the morn, but tonight I'm pondering stopping at my soon to be extinct watering hole and imbibing a nice hot beer. Yeah, I know beer is supposed to be cold but they need to market a good tasting warm one for weather like this! :blush:
you get honourary British Status! (or is the ornery..?)
I think it's a social disease.
like a urinalysys? ewww don't splash into my beer. or shawnee's for that matter!
Yeah, what the heck is a URI?
Upper Respiratory Infection. AKA a "cold", what everthefuckthatmeans. :)
Remains to be seen. He's scheduled to come back tonight and my boss is going to talk with him about it tomorrow. I don't think she even knows yet what she's going to do. I bet he doesn't get fired for it, but it could go either way.
I know you are all on the edge of your seat in suspense about this guy. Looks like he will be fired today. Turns out this is the last straw. His usual supervisor has been having problems with him for a while. Others on his team have been going back and fixing his work regularly. I hope for his sake that the job interview went well.
can't say he didn't get what he deserved then...
I know you are all on the edge of your seat in suspense about this guy. Looks like he will be fired today. Turns out this is the last straw. His usual supervisor has been having problems with him for a while. Others on his team have been going back and fixing his work regularly. I hope for his sake that the job interview went well.
Farewell, Slacker-job-doer-interview-with-another-company-while-on-assignment-for-your-current-company Guy, we hardly knew ye. :sniff:
Really silly. More disappointed than irritated.
Today in school I was given a gift from one of the teachers I work with every week. Not personally - it was given to me by another teacher, because the one I work with is off sick (see below).
I didn't open it immediately, but when I got home tonight I opened the card (thanks for your help etc) and then just couldn't help it. It was in a lovely stocking and as well as the wrapped present there was a tiny cracker, so I thought it was all gorgeous. The present was a toy penguin and a net of chocolate penguins from Thorntons (a well respected chocolatier). I was so pleased.
Until approx 20 minutes ago.
I checked my emails only to find an apology from said teacher.
She's been off all week with the horrible bug that has literally halved the school attendance this week.
She was sorry that I hadn't received my Secret Santa on time, but was sending it in today.
In fact the Secret Santa exchange along with the staff buffet was postponed until the first day of next term, as the staff have been equally stricken.
So as it turns out, what I thought was a thank you gift was in fact my Secret Santa and now I will have nothing to open when everyone else does.
I'm less bothered about me (I genuinely prefer to give rather than receive) and I'm not annoyed at the person who gave it to me (well - a little) but I'm more sorry for her. I'm going to reply and explain I've already opened it, and thank her. Any other option would involve silly lies that could get awkward. I only wish I'd checked my mails before opening it - I would def have returned it to school tomorrow otherwise.
Sigh.
You know that descending trumpet bit in cartoons when something goes wrong? "Wah-wah-waaaaaahh..."
Minifob has been saying that every five minutes all day today. When he drops a toy, when one food touches some other food on his plate, when the DVD is over... need a "stabbing myself with a fork" smiley...
Jesus Fucking Christ, I went looking for a stab-with-a-fork smilie and Google took me
here.:eyebrow:
Jesus Fucking Christ, I went looking for a stab-with-a-fork smilie and Google took me here.:eyebrow:
Not to mention Holy Fucking Shit.
If ever you need a little reality check...
I've put a lot of mileage on the net, and never seen that before. I was shocked, and that ain't easy.:whofart:
I've put a lot of mileage on the net, and never seen that before. I was shocked, and that ain't easy.:whofart:
So why post the link
It's offensive ... you can do better
It's not like he posted it in keen links you want to share, I think he was sharing his complete JHC, WTFF? moment with us. Especially in light of his search terms.
yarly. you didn't have to click -I didn't. yet. :lol:
It's just racism beyond belief.
I have a theory, but it irritates me.
Theory: When new people come into an organization, they compulsively set about changing something.
Question: Why do they often change the name of the group ?
Many non-profit organizations do fund-raising to survive, and name-recognition is critical.
For example, "The ARC" used to be Association for Retarded Children.
OK, kids grow up so they kept "The ARC" as Association for Retarded Citizens
So we have a local group that provides employment for adults with developmental disabilities.
After years of building name recognition via professionally produced TV/radio ads
the new Board has changed it's name and launched it's (year end) fund-raising
with NO ads and all new new stationery.
And the new name they chose is "Excel"
My first reaction: Bedamned if I'm going to donate $ to MicroSoft
They should have just followed the NAACP's lead and stick with the politically incorrect label.
I think "colored people" will come back into style, because "people of color" is so close to it and makes it non-derogatory. And this would be great for the people who just stayed put. I had a boss once who was talking about "this colored guy", and I realized he was so backward that he was actually a number of politically incorrect labels behind.
And another thing irritating me..
Lawrance O'Donnell (MSNBC) is now using his show to ask for donations
to build school desks for children in Malawi.
OK, it's a good cause.
But my irritation with his use of several minutes of"free national TV time".
Non-profit "service" organizations took a MAJOR hit after 2001,
when a large portion of the donation pool shifted over to 911 groups.
Some of the smaller "service oriented" groups did not survive, and
their clients went wanting.
Everyone has their pet projects and so it should be.
But I'm irritated because "my pet" can't even get 30 seconds of local coverage...
let several minutes of national TV replayed several times a day.
OK, so now I feel guilty about getting irritated over someone
else trying to help the less fortunate. :o
I think "colored people" will come back into style, because "people of color" is so close to it and makes it non-derogatory. And this would be great for the people who just stayed put. I had a boss once who was talking about "this colored guy", and I realized he was so backward that he was actually a number of politically incorrect labels behind.
I LOVED their movie, though: The Colored People. Whoopie and Oprah were amazing!
:bolt:
Sorry.
Is "people of color" what we are supposed to say now?
"I was talking to a person of color the other day..."
"I'll take a question from the gentlemen of color in the third row..."
"Excuse me, sir, of color, you dropped your wallet!"
"You know that guy, of color, that was at your office party?"
"My daughter's new boyfriend, of color, is very tall..."
"There were no actors, of color, in the Lord of the Rings trilogy..."
Nae, it's not for conversation, just politically correct titles and banners.
Ansel Adams was a master of of color and white photography.
Got home from work to find that Della had chewed up a very important personal item of mine that was fairly new. Cam left the bedroom door open when he left, its supposed to be closed. For some reason Della has a tendency to behave bad when its left open, and yup, she did.
on the plus side, if you squeeze her in the right way, you could use her as a massaging pillow.....
MIL due tomorrow. Flying from Heathrow. Currently closed. Wouldn't normally be irritating, but the kids' schedules tomorrow are a work of art (tapestry-style) and we do not need or want an uncertain airport time. Currently, It's me to hockey early morning with Thor while beest prepares lunches, then beest to away hockey with Hector, dropping Hebe off at the home rink on the way so she can get a ride to her swim meet with another swimmer who also happens to play hockey...while Thor and I head to the airport to pick grandma up, give her a packed lunch and a cup of tea in a travel mug and take her to the swim meet, hopefully in time for the start.....
I'm thinking this isn't going to happen, but I have no idea what the alternative will look like. I want to watch Hebe Swim her first meet as a 13+ :(
They should have just followed the NAACP's lead and stick with the politically incorrect label.
I think "colored people" will come back into style, because "people of color" is so close to it and makes it non-derogatory. And this would be great for the people who just stayed put. I had a boss once who was talking about "this colored guy", and I realized he was so backward that he was actually a number of politically incorrect labels behind.
My uncles must all be pretty progressive based on last nights party. One of them has moved to black from colored. People of color is so long and clumsy that IRL I've only really heard it from white English and sociology majors of correct beliefs. I usually say black or use AA in educational settings. The uncles are a little freaked out by having a black nephew, so that is kinda fun to watch.
MIL due tomorrow. Flying from Heathrow. Currently closed. Wouldn't normally be irritating, but the kids' schedules tomorrow are a work of art (tapestry-style) and we do not need or want an uncertain airport time. Currently, It's me to hockey early morning with Thor while beest prepares lunches, then beest to away hockey with Hector, dropping Hebe off at the home rink on the way so she can get a ride to her swim meet with another swimmer who also happens to play hockey...while Thor and I head to the airport to pick grandma up, give her a packed lunch and a cup of tea in a travel mug and take her to the swim meet, hopefully in time for the start.....
I'm thinking this isn't going to happen, but I have no idea what the alternative will look like. I want to watch Hebe Swim her first meet as a 13+ :(
How did it work out?
I'm going to get fired. I'm having major motivational problems. I'm not doing incompetent work, just very little work at all.
There are no better prospects in this one horse town, and we have a lease that we can't get out of until next October.
Upside: I'm making epic progress on my own personal projects, but they probably won't bear enough fruit to put food on the table for another 6-12 months.
How did it work out?
We finally heard from her. She's still there, back at the hotel....
So on the plus side I get to see Hebe's whole meet. although apparetly it's hot as Hades and twice as crowded in the bleachers.... time to change out of my hockey-mom triple layers!
Oh, the layers, the layers. Thank goodness for the layers. Glad you get to see the meet!
So when is her ETA?
Is "people of color" what we are supposed to say now?
"I was talking to a person of color the other day..."
"I'll take a question from the gentlemen of color in the third row..."
"Excuse me, sir, of color, you dropped your wallet!"
"You know that guy, of color, that was at your office party?"
"My daughter's new boyfriend, of color, is very tall..."
"There were no actors, of color, in the Lord of the Rings trilogy..."
One thing is for sure, the term African American is not accurate anymore.
I'm going to get fired. I'm having major motivational problems. I'm not doing incompetent work, just very little work at all.
There are no better prospects in this one horse town, and we have a lease that we can't get out of until next October.
Upside: I'm making epic progress on my own personal projects, but they probably won't bear enough fruit to put food on the table for another 6-12 months.
What kind of work are you doing?
Aren't you paying attention, he's growing fruit. :lol:
Bruce, you're just cracking me up lately.
One thing is for sure, the term African American is not accurate anymore.
I met an elderly black woman who went on a ten minute rant about how she wasn't African American, she was black. She was American. Her ancestors weren't from Africa, etc. etc. and She rounded up the whole thing with a slight leer and an Alberta Hunter quote "You can't tell the difference after dark."
If she'd been even 30 years younger I'd have gone for it.
:blush:
What kind of work are you doing?
Really shitty enterprise software in the Justice/Court System domain. Basically a lot of "systems integration" instead of programming. For the foreseeable future, I'm writing exchanges for brokerages (e.g., make the police department and the court's systems talk to each other).
It's not programming. I end up writing 300 lines of code and 10,000 lines of XSLT, and spend hours futzing with XML configurations.
I'd leave, but I've already switched jobs twice this year (made a huge upgrade in jobs, but they started missing payroll and I moved to the place I'm at now). Won't have a choice, if I get fired.
Oh, the layers, the layers. Thank goodness for the layers. Glad you get to see the meet!
So when is her ETA?
Still NFI-maybe tomorrow. Apparently we need to try phoning Delta all night to try and get her on the flight as soon as it shows up on the system -which it isn't doing yet. She's going to get up around 5:30 and call us, so I think we're in for a long night. On the plus side, Hector's team won.
That was the meet from hell, I've never been to one so hot! It's a 24-lane pool how on earth can it be so hot in such a large space in the middle of winter? And it was crappily organized and the results weren't given properly. NEVER AGAIN, I don't care if the alternative is a half hour drive.
At this rate, the bananas will be brown before she gets here.:(
The bananas are past brown and the pears are on hold in the refridgerator, but not looking good.....
classicman is on facebook for those who want to keep up with him during his absence. Aliantha started a cellar group there.
Curious. How do you find the Cellar group on fb? There's about a zillion "cellars" listed on there.
At this rate, the bananas will be brown before she gets here.:(
I think I got it all as fixed as I can from here, but they're forecasting more snow and she's panicking :( The flights she is taking on Thurs went fine today, small delays but nothing unmaneagable. My BIL (not her son or SIL) is picking her up in Manchester from the train and taking her home for the night and to the airport next morning, so she won't have to be alone or worry about a taxi not showing up.... Hurrah for Uncle Elvis and Aunty Scary!
Now that I know that monster is a Dr. I keep thinking of Frankie.
Boyfriend has to work from 6 am to....whenever today.
His asshole boss tried to take more money from his paycheck yesteday (if he even pays them on time). B/F is an autotech at a small shop. There is only his boss (an auto tech), my B/F, and the manager(who knows minimal about cars). B/F is the only one working this week cuz his boss is taking off to take care of his daughter (he does this ALL the time). B/F has a tons of cars he alone has to have done by Friday, which is stressful enough. He got done putting back together a transmission, only to discover there is a new clicking noise now. So he has to rework it, but didn't have time to yesterday trying to finish other cars. No one thinks to inform him the car is promised for this morning (it should be written on his ticket but its not). The boss calls yesterday and tell the manager to take the car to a neighboring shop and have them fix it, then bill B/F for the price. WTF? You don't even give him a chance to fix it, call up and tell the other worker there to take the car somewhere else, and plan on charging it to your employee without their consent? I wouldn't think that is even remotely legal. Fortunately the manager isn't a dick, and told B/F what was going on so he could stop it. Then again if the manager (who wrote the ticket on the car) had told him the deadline in the first place...it might not have ever been an issue. Anyway, that is why B/F went into work at 6am, to try to get this stupid car done, no one told him had to be done this am.
He definitely needs a new gig.
shit doesn't even sound legal. He should let them bill him and then sue the shit out of them.
Yeah, it's definitely illegal. (I'm not a lawyer. I base all of my legal knowledge on what people say on Hacker News.)
me: We ran out of vacuum cleaner bags.
mil: Don't you have any extra?
me: No, that's what "we ran out of vacuum cleaner bags" means.
*snort*
if it were me: well there's an old bag in here that maybe I could use....
heehee
my MIL (Banana Lady) is cool. I just went out last-minute provision shopping and I took her cellphone because it is a PAYG which she only uses when here, so has a huge built up credit and we use it in prefeence to the others at all opportunities. I enjoyed being able to yell as I left "If you think of anything else we need, call me on the old batphone" :lol:
Brown van Santa came , dropped off my Xmas Present to my self ( A Stompem Hd Vid card )
But it don't F**Kn Fit !!!!!!
Just started getting some rain up here. We're about 100 miles west of you. Temp is dropping, too. Hoping we don't get a nasty ice storm.
I was mildly irritated by how long it took me to find this thread
anyway... yesterday: beard dandruff. black shirt.
and when I got home, Uncle Bald Guy is visiting, and the fucker drank both of the Golden Monkey beers I had left. There is plenty of other beer in the house (A whole Lancaster Brewery Sample 12 pack, 1/2 case of Yeungling, a couple Guiness draughts) left from Christmas. How did this cocksucker intuitively know which was my favorite $12/six pack beer, and then drink THE LAST TWO?? cockbite. I never liked this guy.
hmm... i might be more than mildly irritated here.
I was irritated because the tractor didn't want to start. Bro-in-law was using it which often results in brokey stuff. Before going nutso, I visited the interwebs and found this model is notorious for several electrical problems a couple of which I already ruled out. The next thing I fiddled with was the neutral range switch which turned out to be the thing. Irritant gone. Snow blown.
I pictured uncle bald guy as Jeff Bridges in Iron Man:
Threats of violence by little pudwackers who don't get their pouty-wouty way. I need hazard pay.
me: We ran out of vacuum cleaner bags.
mil: Don't you have any extra?
me: No, that's what "we ran out of vacuum cleaner bags" means.
Cut top of vacuum bag, dump contents, duct tape top, reuse.
I don't understand, why would you want to re-vacuum the same stuff ?
Because it's a government program.
I left my phone at home today. grrr
I chose a shirt without a breast pocket, so when I picked up my phone, I didn't have a pocket to put the phone into. I set it on the bed and instantly, albeit temporarily, forgot it. Forgot it until I pulled into the parking lot here at work.
Now trying to macguyver some way to get it... before / without going home.
before/ without going home?
I suppose it's too early to ask if you're going to get it before...the appointed time.
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I have had time on my break to watch a little TV. I caved in and kept my cable but after seeing the quality of what I am paying,has caused me to reverse my thinking and go for satellite.
What is annoying about cable is my HD tv looked OK with standard definition. When I upgraded to HD the standard stations look like an old tv set and HD isn't that much better.
One day, I guess I must have been bored, I hooked up rabbit ears to my TV and got one station. It was brillant crystal clear. I haven't been able to get one station with an antenna since then, but I do plan to keep trying. I live too far away from the signal towers to quickly decide on an antenna so I ordered satellite TV for Friday. oh yay. Maybe that part belongs in the happy thread, but Cable TV is HORRIBLE.
Did I mention that cable sucks? and why am I paying $60 dollars a month for a sub par product?:mad: Maybe they hope all people are just too busy to notice.
Does the cable come in directly, or distributed though the apartment complex system?
I've had people tell me they had problems with that. One guy even told me he had problems until switched the TV over to the 75 ohm antennae setting, because the apartment system acts like an antennae instead of like cable.
It comes in directly. It is hard to catch a signal because I live on the southern outskirts of town facing south. In fact, I am so south the geese poop in our pool. :thepain:
The broadcast towers are north...so
The antenna setting is interesting,I wish it were a simple matter. I will attempt to find the perfect antenna for a reasonable price, just because I am curious.
I'll save 20 dollars a month this way anyway. I will keep comcast for my internet. It's good, except they keep wanting to sell me extra super dooper speed internet for 'only 10 dollars more a month." It's fast enough. What they can't fix is their terrible, terrible HD. They need broken up. (In a good way)
I was mildly irritated by how long it took me to find this thread
anyway... yesterday: beard dandruff. black shirt.
and when I got home, Uncle Bald Guy is visiting, and the fucker drank both of the Golden Monkey beers I had left. There is plenty of other beer in the house (A whole Lancaster Brewery Sample 12 pack, 1/2 case of Yeungling, a couple Guiness draughts) left from Christmas. How did this cocksucker intuitively know which was my favorite $12/six pack beer, and then drink THE LAST TWO?? cockbite. I never liked this guy.
hmm... i might be more than mildly irritated here.
them's hangin' rights there.
Sideways snow keeping me from getting to work.
Dang head cold. Ugh! I'm almost better by now, except my voice is G-O-N-E from coughing. Number 1, my children do not respond to whispered instructions. Number 2, I'm supposed to record sometime next week. I'm praying for some combination of speedy healing and a delayed script.
I have read everything that I hadn't read on the cellar and now all the icons are gray. Someone post something already.
I was irritated because the tractor didn't want to start. Bro-in-law was using it which often results in brokey stuff.
It's funny how we don't notice funky stuff with our own equipment because we have learned how it behaves, and we just adjust our technique to use it. I was snow blowing my parents driveway, and it took me forever to start the snow blower (electric start) and then I though the thing was on its last legs, because it didn't have the power to get through the packed plowed snow bank at the end of the driveway.
Turns out it wouldn't start because the choke doesn't need to be on "full" to start, and it was fading by the time I got the the end of the driveway because the throttle lever is subject to vibrations making it slow down.
Once you know to set the choke on normal to start, and to occasionally push the throttle forward again, the thing works like a champ. You do it without even thinking.
It's funny how we don't notice funky stuff with our own equipment because we have learned how it behaves, and we just adjust our technique to use it.
Bwahahahahahaaaa - when taken out of context. :o
I have read everything that I hadn't read on the cellar and now all the icons are gray. Someone post something already.
Just use the Steve Dallas Random Thread Picker and see where that takes you.
Call me names. I haven't been called anything that's made me laugh with it's proposterousness, wit or accuracy for a long time. Let's have a name calling competition. You have 24 hours and I'll pick the best. You can only call me names, though. No sniping at other dwellars, you might hurt their feelings. I'll send the best pick my best pickings :lol:
I need a cigarette. When I'm out there, I'll try to think of something perfectly suited to the enigma that is "monster." (you have to really draw out monnnnnsterrrrr, like you're holding one of those cigarettes on a long stick and wearing an evening gown, dahling.)
Monster, you cunt, the pen maybe mightier than the sword, but you wield a keyboard like a pissy toddler attacking with a broken doll. If you take our eyes out with it, it's sheer dumb luck.
monnnnnnnnnssssterrrrrrrrr, dahling, I don't know what's wrong with you, but I bet it's hard to pronounce. It's hard for you to see the big picture, with such a small screen, but I wanted you to know: any friend of yours, is a friend of yours.
See, and all without calling you a cuntburger. You cuntburger.
I've never been called a cuntburger before.....have I? I gotta admit i don't always read posts when i know they're just gonna be pissy/whiny -perhaps I missed one. Any way, just so long as it's not a cuntburger with pickles..... ::shudder::
I don't remember you ever being called a cuntburger around these parts, but I felt it captured the essence of the topic. Actually I stole it from the bathroom wall at a rest stop on I-75N. It read "monster is a cuntburger." *shrugs* I didn't write it. I was too busy writing "for an adequate time call Shaw."
aaah, well that explains it. I quite like cuntburger as a concept as long as the beef curtains are not too chunky and there's no cheese or mushrooms. Of course, everything is better with bacon. But don't be slipping me any pickle.....
I quite like cuntburger as a concept as long as the beef curtains are not too chunky and there's no cheese or mushrooms. Of course, everything is better with bacon. But don't be slipping me any pickle.....
It's the mayo that makes me gag...
Just use the Steve Dallas Random Thread Picker and see where that takes you.
Alright, then, I am headed there now.
We may never see her again.
Actually, the thread I pulled up was the one about Clod having minifob. It was fascinating and then I forgot I was bored. Thanks for the suggestion. You may, consequently, see old threads getting bumped, now, from time to time.
Now you see why that's below my signature line. You could spend a lot of time on Cellar re-runs.
Kitchen faucet lost a lot of pressure the other day. A day of ignoring it didn't produce any results, so I shut the water off under the cabinet and took the faucet apart. It's one of those faucets with the integral spray hose that switches between a stream and spray.
I had to take the whole thing apart to find a screen I could clean, but it still didn't fix it, so I used a wire as a catheter to run down the now disconnected hose. It pushed out a rust flake the size of a lentil. It had been really jammed in there. Awesome! So I put it all back together and it works like a charm.
Only problem is that the shutoff valve under the sink now has a tiny leak at the valve stem. Does anyone make a fixture shutoff valve that won't leak after you use it? Now I need to shut the water off to the whole house and replace this damn valve. It's screwed on to a 60 year old galvanized pipe sticking up out of the floor. How much you want to bet that will get messed up when I try to put a new valve on there?
Grumble grumble grumble...
Glatt, if it's just a tiny leak, they usually fix themselves (particularly if you have some rust in those pipes)
So I'd give it a couple of days before tearing it apart further.
Just check daily with Kleenex or toilet paper to see if it still leaking
Laziness often wins the day...
but I'd even try changing out the washer in the valve before working on replacement.
I'm trying that. I did the fix last night, and the valve was still leaking this morning. Tiny leak, but one that I can't live with. I'll give it a couple more days. I wonder if rubbing plumber's grease on it from the outside would do anything?
On my list of "things to do" is to re-plumb the entire house with PEX so I stop getting flakes of rust from these old galvanized pipes messing up fixtures.
... I wonder if rubbing plumber's grease on it from the outside would do anything?
On my list of "things to do" is to re-plumb the entire house with PEX so I stop getting flakes of rust from these old galvanized pipes messing up fixtures.
it might. if you want to put the project off until the weekend you could turn the water off wipe it dry and seal it with saran wrap and duct tape. that might work.
..... I was too busy writing "for an adequate time call Shaw."
what was that number again?
I'm trying that. I did the fix last night, and the valve was still leaking this morning. Tiny leak, but one that I can't live with. I'll give it a couple more days. I wonder if rubbing plumber's grease on it from the outside would do anything?
On my list of "things to do" is to re-plumb the entire house with PEX so I stop getting flakes of rust from these old galvanized pipes messing up fixtures.
Glatt, is it a gate valve or a ball valve? If it is a gate valve and is leaking from the stem you just take off the handle, loosen the large packing nut that goes around the stem and put a piece of stem packing around the stem and then put the packing nut back on, then the handle.
That's why most people use ball valves nowadays.
that will even work with the newer valves with plastic stems? I think the soft plastic gets scratched on internal mineral deposits when you turn it off, and then when you turn it back on, it gives you a little leak.
It looks pretty much like this:
No one has mentioned plumbers tape. You need to put some kind of silicone tape on all new connections. Will at least prevent leaks around the threads but it doesn't sound like the kind of leak you have.
what was that number again?
1-800-SLAPPER
Just in case anyone was wondering, plumbers tape does NOT work well on a propane leak.
1-800-SLAPPER
that stung!
:lol2:
i don't know where else to put this. my ex-roommate from back in the day came over last night. with a vid i had sent him last year. this vid is important. disturbing. true. it is my ex girlfriend who lied to the police and i wound up going to prison. this vid is of her breaking into NBN's house after i was already incarcerated. she threatens to send him to prison in this vid. i don't know what to do with it.
wait wait wait NBN ...the poster here?
what exactly is she threatening to send him to prison for? And/or is it true?
yeah. let me clarify. i had to reformat my hard drive and lost said video. it's nuts. hard to explain. tell you what. i'll pm you.
basically here's what happened. i was locked up. she wanted into NBN's house. he didn't want her there. she broke in. he shot her in the arm. (lousy shot). anyway he's screaming for help even before she broke in. then when the cops did come they arrested nbn. after watching said video twice they then let him go. did she get arrested? no.
Well then it has no legal purpose other than being some mighty fine drama
I would rule that shit out of my life immediately, and banish it to another location.
I'm alternating between freezing and HOT FLASHES.
I get to go thru menopause twice!
One time with chemo and now for reals.
I can hear Mum on the phone again, teloling the story of the Epic Fall.
It always starts with the story of Grandad's broken lamp, as this is integral to painting Mum as a victim as opposed to just clumsy.
The story will go up to and include the fact she had no help from any of us (lie).
Funnily enough, it doesn't end with her shit-fit over Christmas.
It ends with a description of how she feels now - and possibly a suggestion that she is still getting no help (lie).
I got shouted at the other day.
Mum had gone to Grandad's and then to Tesco.
A friend of hers called, and that's what I passed on.
Why was I shouted at? "What did you tell her that for? I spent half an hour telling X yesterday I was still laid up! She's bound to have told Y! Now she'll wonder what I'm doing going to Tesco - you should have just said I was out, you're as bad as your father, he always gets it wrong as well!"
I calmly called back, "If you didn't lie to people you wouldn't have to worry about what we said on the phone."
Serves her right.
Roll on tomorrow when I get to leave for a couple of days.
Even though I know it means she will clean my bedroom for me - translate, poke about and then tell me grim-lipped about how filthy it was.
Fred - the cops have already seen it, and done what they were going to do about it. You are in a new life, with new opportunities, and you don't need that drama.
Pack the video up carefully and shove it somewhere safe, on the off-chance that she comes back around to harass you again. Then forget everything about it. Live the life that's in front of you, not the one that's behind you.
I am with everyone else, plt. Put all that jacked up shit behind you.
You have the opportunity now to start again.
I am sorry about your mom, Sundae. Sounds like she is :dedhorse:
I always wanted to use that smiley. Somehow there just aren't enough opportunities for it, here on the cellar.
yeah. let me clarify. i had to reformat my hard drive and lost said video
Dude ya should have asked me , i have that vid
Hey guys! My leaky valve stopped dripping.
I smeared some plumber's lubricant around the outside of my stem, and really worked it in there. I left it alone for a couple days, and the leak stopped all by itself.
i forgot you had it zip. yeah i'm putting it behind me and every day it gets smaller in the rear view mirror. it's just a little hard to forget something/someone that shattered your life as you knew it. it's all good though, i'm looking ahead. chin up.
kerosene has issues.
I can neither confirm nor deny that. I should try to deny it, I know, but I can't.
I had another contact from Child Protective Services today... no fewer than 5 of my youts are now in the system.
I had another contact from Child Protective Services today... no fewer than 5 of my youts are now in the system.
imo cps can suck a big one. yeah they try to help but around these parts they do more harm than good. damn gubmint.
wow Griff. You have your work cut out for you and they have you, so that's a good thing.
imo cps can suck a big one. yeah they try to help but around these parts they do more harm than good. damn gubmint.
I used to look at it that way until I watched them bend over backwards trying to help horrible people/parents improve their home life. Where I am they virtually never remove so we get to watch slow motion train wrecks punctuated by extreme violence. People love those welfare checks so they'll fight for their them er their kids. The home interventions are all contracted out so there is another financial incentive to keep them in the home. By the end of this insane year, I'll have a firmer grasp of what they do, attempt to do, and don't do.
Cover your ass, Griff, cover your ass, and remember you can't do that from the middle.:smack:
Fred - the cops have already seen it, and done what they were going to do about it. You are in a new life, with new opportunities, and you don't need that drama.
Pack the video up carefully and shove it somewhere safe, on the off-chance that she comes back around to harass you again. Then forget everything about it. Live the life that's in front of you, not the one that's behind you.
Or you could consult a really good lawyer. Esp if they could make a case using the said vid as proof you were wrongly incarcerated. Just because the cops saw it doesn't mean much. They may just not want to deal with it. If this woman is a menace then she must be stopped and this may help build a case against her in the long run. I might tuck it away, but I do not think I would get rid of it.
Cover your ass, Griff, cover your ass, and remember you can't do that from the middle.:smack:
I agree. It all comes down to the local cps people, their personalities, and the relationship they have with the local DA. Watch your ass and don't get in to deep or you may get dragged in to the drama.
Cover your ass, Griff, cover your ass, and remember you can't do that from the middle.:smack:
I agree. It all comes down to the local cps people, their personalities, and the relationship they have with the local DA. Watch your ass and don't get in to deep or you may get dragged in to the drama.
My focus is getting the kids to a place where they can perform in the classroom. I didn't drop a dime on anyone. Some brought the police into their own lives the rest have apparently pissed off neighbors, relatives, and landlords. We monitor the kids physical health on a daily basis and note problems. The most dangerous parents to deal with also have long rap sheets and other troubled kids in the district so they can try to make my life miserable but in the end they won't get much love from the system.
Delivery Status Notification (Failure)
the goddamn address is good! Gits!
I used to look at it that way until I watched them bend over backwards trying to help horrible people/parents improve their home life. Where I am they virtually never remove so we get to watch slow motion train wrecks punctuated by extreme violence. People love those welfare checks so they'll fight for their them er their kids. The home interventions are all contracted out so there is another financial incentive to keep them in the home. By the end of this insane year, I'll have a firmer grasp of what they do, attempt to do, and don't do.
back BP (before prison) I was on a jury for a week in a capital murder case. guy beat the hellyons out of his 2 year old boy. left him to suffer for 3 days before he died. cps had visited numerous times. they would call and set up appointments to visit which i think is wrong. they should do surprise visits imo. he was supposedly living at his mothers so when said appointment was made he would go to mom's and prep the place to make it look hospitable when in fact he and his g/f were living in a trashed out apartment. i still shudder to this day from remembering the pictures provided by the prosecution. i know and understand cps has a huge caseload especially in the densely populated cities however i think there is a lot of room for improvement.
Cover your ass, Griff, cover your ass, and remember you can't do that from the middle.:smack:
wise words indeed.
Or you could consult a really good lawyer. Esp if they could make a case using the said vid as proof you were wrongly incarcerated. Just because the cops saw it doesn't mean much. They may just not want to deal with it. If this woman is a menace then she must be stopped and this may help build a case against her in the long run. I might tuck it away, but I do not think I would get rid of it.
right on. that's what i'd like to do with the vid. hell the houston police will never admit that they're wrong. if i can find a lawyer that would take the case they can have the wrongful compensation that innocent prisoners get when proven innocent. i just want my name cleared.
My focus is getting the kids to a place where they can perform in the classroom. I didn't drop a dime on anyone. Some brought the police into their own lives the rest have apparently pissed off neighbors, relatives, and landlords. We monitor the kids physical health on a daily basis and note problems. The most dangerous parents to deal with also have long rap sheets and other troubled kids in the district so they can try to make my life miserable but in the end they won't get much love from the system.
not to mention the mental issues that these people have. some of these people just can't help it. IQ's of 80 - 85 or lower. i'm not trying to be funny here but this kinda is, the other day we had a birthday party booked at work. these people couldn't drive a go kart worth a shit! i'm stressing the importance of using the brake pedal when exiting the track and this one lady, when i was seating the next ride, said "they can't help it. their parents are cousins" :eek: and not from the married related side. :smack:
my short term memory. in many cases. finding posts for one and for another trying to remember learnt words in other languages. see, where i work my number one job is the customers' safety. sometime they don't understand because they don't speak english. (yeah i know, but that's another topic). anyway so when i see that someone does not understand what i'm saying over the PA system because they don't understand the language (we say the rules to ride before everyone is sent out on the track) then i will do my best to translate into spanish the rules albeit cut up and choppy i get the point across. now i'm trying to expand my skillz and broaden what i explain to them. usar precaution saldinero su lina or something like that is what one of my coworkers told me to say (he works in the shop, not the track) and this is what i get from google translate: "tenga cuidado al salir de su carril" either way, my short term memory sucks. anyone got a sledgehammer?
back BP (before prison) I was on a jury for a week in a capital murder case. guy beat the hellyons out of his 2 year old boy. left him to suffer for 3 days before he died. cps had visited numerous times. they would call and set up appointments to visit which i think is wrong. they should do surprise visits imo. he was supposedly living at his mothers so when said appointment was made he would go to mom's and prep the place to make it look hospitable when in fact he and his g/f were living in a trashed out apartment. i still shudder to this day from remembering the pictures provided by the prosecution. i know and understand cps has a huge caseload especially in the densely populated cities however i think there is a lot of room for improvement.
Like any other government gig, you've got a lot of rules to block decision making and responsibility shirkers following those rules.They do make surprise visits here which must help some. I'm firmly in the welfare check = mandatory birth control camp now and I'm sure I'll come up with some more solid reactionary policy ideas before I'm done. BTW New York State just ended the more babies equals bigger checks game, so people are thinking about this nonsense anyway.
snip...... BTW New York State just ended the more babies equals bigger checks game, so people are thinking about this nonsense anyway.
they need that here in texas.
We've had some horrible cases over here in recent years, of little ones who've been completely let down by social services (child protection). The most well-known are Victoria Climbie and 'Baby P'.
In both cases, multiple failures across the different official organisations led to the deaths of these children. In the Climbie case what came through was a profound lack of inter departmental communication, and overwillingness on the part of the social workers involved, to take the carer's words at face value. There were very clear systemic failures, as well as clear professional failures at an individual level. This carried across both the child protection services, and other external agencies and individuals such as the child's family doctor, the local police and so on. It provoked a review of the whole care and social work system, which attempted to put in place measures to ensure this wouldn't happen again.
Jump forward a few years to 'Baby P' (again a high profile case which essentially crystalised more wide reaching failures) and we again see a terrifying willingness on the part of the case worker to listen to the child's mother; a family doctor who faled to diagnose multiple breaks and contusions and instead thought the child a bit poorly, a lack of proper communication between the different agencies involved.
Another fairly high profile case in the last year was from my neigbouring borough.
Our own authority has also been implicated in child protection failures, though in this case the result was not death.
One of the probloems with child protection in recent years, is a shift in how we look at family abuse. It used to be that if a child was thought to be in danger, the very first act by the authorities was to remove said child and place them in either specialist foster care, or a children's home. There were a number of problems with this system.
Firstly the court hearings which deal with these cases are extremely difficult to navigate, held behind closed doors and cannot be appealed against. The word of a social worker who'd made a snap decision based on not very much held far more weight than anything else which could be brought in as evidence. This was open to abuse and in many cases children were wrongly taken from non-abusive parents.
Secondly, the emotional and educational damage done to children when they enter the care system is profound. The statistics for educational achievement and later success and happiness for children who have spent several years, in the care system are horrifying. The nature of the care system is such that many children live in constant insecurity, moving from one home to another, from one carer to another, and sometimes facing abuse from the 'carers' who've been entrusted with them.
They are far more likely to be involved in crime and far more likely for early criminal activity to be treated as such, than children still with their families. For instance: if a child has a temper tantrum and throws plates at the wall, a parent is highly unlikely to call the police, or report it to an authority. But, if a child in a children's home does this, it is an 'incident' and is recorded as such. If a youngster from the estate is involved in a minor fracas on the street it is unlikely that this will be recorded as a crime; more likely is that they will be returned to their parents with a warning. If a child from the care system is in a similar situation it is recorded. They are already in the system, and it is woefully easy for them to drift from the child protection side of the system into the youth offending side of the system.
Emotional development has also been shown to be severely damaged by long term care.
Running alongside this, are relatively recent studies done on children in the care system and their families, which show that in a majority of cases, early intervention and preventative work can keep families together and in most cases where that is done the children fare much better. This increases the social work toolbox, so to speak, with temporary removals and supervised reintegration being very common. An emphasis on 'whole family' interventions has changed the culture of social work, and in many cases been very useful. In a lot of abuse cases, the abusers are not lost causes, and can be helped to fulfil their potential as parents. Coping strategies, anger management, psychological counselling and basic parenting advice, along with assistance in managing finances and other very mundane matters which have a huge impact on a familiy's ability to cope.
The problem is the pendulum has swung way too far in that direction. The mantra of keeping families together and children out of care homes has become such a profound part of social work that children who are very much in danger end up left with parents who cannot be trusted to care for them.
The whole thing is then exacerbated by the target-driven and fragmented culture of the agencies. Case workers don't stay with a child right through (like they used to). Now it's all about the Team Around the Child: sounds great, but loses that one on one relationship which often mitigated the damage of the care system. Everyone is focused on hitting their targets (percentage of reports followed up within 48 hours, percentage of children waiting more than 6 weeks for a case worker, percentage of children taken into residential care etc). Social workers have been under increasing pressure not to remove children unless they absolutely have to. This leads to the agencies waiting too long before they do so.
In amongst all of this some individuals have fucked up. As with any other profession, there are some numpties. There are people who have had a bad week and missed something bloody obvious because they're distracted by their own issues etc etc etc. carries accross the care system, the police, the GP, the accident and emergency doctors etc.
What's needed is a better balance between the desire to keep children with their families and the need for some of them to be removed. What's also needed is a better flow of information between the different agencies, a clearer line of responsibility and a greater understanding amongst related professionals (family doctors for example). Add to that the need for social work to be given a greater level of respect within the system. Much like teachers, social workers have been subject to a kind of cultural witch hunt. many of the errors which lead to children being injured or killed are systemic errors rather than being the fault of an individual. But social workers have been made to carry the can entirely. Nor are they well-paid compared to other professions with similar requirements in terms of educational level and qualifications. They seem to be a profession under siege. Under paid, over worked, high stress levels, high dropout levels, very high levels of work related depression and related illness.
5 FEET OF SNOW STARTING AT MIDNIGHT.
Oh, um...
3 FEET OF SNOW STARTING AT 4 A.M.
Well, wait...
3-5 INCHES OF SNOW STARTING SOMETIME IN THE MORNING.
It's the fickle snow I hate: sent home early or not, it will take me about 2 hours to get home, I'm sure.
Snow or get off the pot, Mother Nature, you beeatch!
4-8 in starting around 6pm here. That's mildly irritating.
J took the Cellar car to work because it's better in snow than her car!
I love the idea of a 'Cellar car'. In my mind's eye it's a bit like the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo.
:) True Dana, I love that!
There could always be a snow day tomorrow! Yeah, I know I'm spoiled and a lot of folks don't have the option, but I chose this profession for more than one reason, you know. :lol:
My old place hardly ever closed. Here, it's more reasonable, but they can't justify closing on what is SUPPOSED to happen. I just hate those drives home. If it gets bad I'll just take some vacay or personal time and leave early. gotta use some anyway, and classes started last week so we have "crazy time reprieve."
5 FEET OF SNOW STARTING AT MIDNIGHT.
Oh, um...
3 FEET OF SNOW STARTING AT 4 A.M.
Well, wait...
3-5 INCHES OF SNOW STARTING SOMETIME IN THE MORNING.
It's the fickle snow I hate: sent home early or not, it will take me about 2 hours to get home, I'm sure.
Snow or get off the pot, Mother Nature, you beeatch!
Ch'yeah. I was just saying to my friend if they keep downgrading it like this it's probably be snowing upward by the time the storm actually hits. That bloody east coast has stolen all our snow!
We're getting tons right now. I should stop looking out my window, but I'm really apprehensive about getting home. Seriously, I will leave early. Everyone can whine about their 5 minute drive home, but I am not getting stuck and spending the night here. Nor am I waiting until rush hour so I can get run over by some snot-nose in daddy's 4 x4 or whoever they just made a trucker. Not in my little car. No. Way. ;)
Not a flake here. I keep thinking about clearing the garage to get the cars in and then i think fuck it, it ain't gonna snow, i'mm'a sit here and chat with my buddies and poke a few trolls..... :lol:
Dana, what an excellent discussion of governmental responsibility... and the behavior of pendulums.
It convinced me you know your agency's mission, and how it is working in the real world.
Was this written just for the Cellar, or is it something of a report within your agency ?
I think your last was part is quite true here in the US too.
Certainly SW's get bad publicity on both ends of the decision spectrum.
But social workers have been made to carry the can entirely.
Nor are they well-paid compared to other professions with similar
requirements in terms of educational level and qualifications.
They seem to be a profession under siege.
Under paid, over worked, high stress levels, high dropout levels,
very high levels of work related depression and related illness.
Not a flake here. I keep thinking about clearing the garage to get the cars in and then i think fuck it, it ain't gonna snow, i'mm'a sit here and chat with my buddies and poke a few trolls..... :lol:
OK, when the Air Force Base is closing...:mad2:
time to go home...... run shawnee, run!
Boss lady said I could take personal time, no prob, but I sit here feeling guilty for thinking of it. Why? I don't know. I live the farthest away. It's one of the better times of year for me to go.
So I'm all tense and apprehensive, they just shut down a nearby highway due to a crash involving a patrolman, but we sit here all martyred and sweet and loyal.
I'M not loyal. I just need the nerve to say "eff it."
(It's really no big deal, I do have the time I can take as I want, but that's what I do to myself, fret and worry about what everyone thinks except about what I think.) :(
Agh.
You try to be good; you stock up on clothes one- and even two-sizes-up when the thrift store is having a sale. You congratulate yourself on already having a full collection of size 5 pants for the boy when he gets big enough for them next winter. It's kind of more pairs than he needs, but you figure he'll tear out the knees in at least 2-3 pairs when he's wearing them.
And as you dig back into the closet to neatly store them until that time, you discover another box.
A box that you painstakingly packed, and have held onto for years, from way back when your stepson was that size. It was kind of a lot to save at the time, but you figured, boys tear out the knees of their pants all the time, so you might as well keep them all.
And now you have like 20 fucking pairs of size 5 jeans.
Boss lady said I could take personal time, no prob, but I sit here feeling guilty for thinking of it. Why? I don't know. I live the farthest away. It's one of the better times of year for me to go.
*snip*
bah! that feeling will pass when work is in the rear view mirror!
(that recipe was Awesome by the way!)
bah! that feeling will pass when work is in the rear view mirror!
(that recipe was Awesome by the way!)
And when the crazy butts are in my rear view.
Glad you tried the recipe!!!! :)
Well the snow all but stopped so I stayed at work, and the drive home was just fine. Better than normal, maybe some people left work earlier, I know my friend's college closed early.
Alls well that ends well. I worried for nothing, typical. ;)
Well the snow all but stopped so I stayed at work, and the drive home was just fine. Better than normal, maybe some people left work earlier, I know my friend's college closed early.
Alls well that ends well. I worried for nothing, typical. ;)
ahhh but not to worry means you don't have a care! :cool:
Dana, what an excellent discussion of governmental responsibility... and the behavior of pendulums.
It convinced me you know your agency's mission, and how it is working in the real world.
Was this written just for the Cellar, or is it something of a report within your agency ?
I think your last was part is quite true here in the US too.
Certainly SW's get bad publicity on both ends of the decision spectrum.
Thank you Lamplighter, that's a very nice thing to say. Those are partly observations based on my time as a member of our authority's Children and Young People's Scrutiny Panel, and as an active Regulation 33 visitor (as part of the local councillor 'Corporate Parenting' responsibility); and partly observations drawn from news analysis around the high profile cases, and the various investigations into the care system provoked by those cases. And yes it was written for the Cellar. My particular level of involvement (elected member) is not one that tends to require a lot of report writing.
heck of a lot of report reading though :P
I no longer sit on that committee, but I did for three years. Funnily enough I'm currently posted at the other end of the scale, as a sitting member of the Adult Health and Social Care Scrutiny Panel.
Bloody League of Gentlemen and their bloody reticent agent(s).
I do not watch daytime TV - even though I am currently unemployed.
Daytime TV is for people with very different tastes and sensibilities to me.
I occasionally listen to the radio in the afternoon (Five Live) and sometimes pick up word of the Gents' doings from there. But how many people who get to listen to the radio in the afternoon can necessarily afford West End theatre prices anyway. I can't - I have to save (or borrow from my long suffering bro and pay back, or look after Grandad and have him tell Mum to treat me).
So it was by accident I found out Mark Gatiss is in Ayckbourn's Seasons Greetings with Catherine Tate and David Troughton (yes, Patrick's son) until March.
And by accident I discovered Reece Shearsmith has taken over Andy Nyman's part in
Ghost Stories. And yes, I would see it again just to see Reece. DanaC, if he's still in it next time you come down South we really both have to go - you'd adore it. In fact even if he's not in it, I think it's worth scheduling in.
It just grates that I follow JB far more closely these days, because his website is so detailed and the spin-off message boards so well-modded (no "OMG he is so fit!!!!!!!!" posts) that it's really easy. Following the League used to be a sneaky pleasure, but when you have limited time/ access it's tricky to keep up.
Humph.
Bet I wouldn't even know if they were touring again.
Derren Brown isn't much better.
But at least he has a fairly up to date website.
He's gay too, Dana, don't know if I mentioned :)
Just to wet your whistle, and because he's not on our screens enough right now, here is the devilish Mr Shearsmith
[youtube]Oaz_77NXeVs&NR=1[/youtube]
I do love his accent. even when he is being posh for interviews.
Might have to go find some Jeremy Dyson interviews now - he has the sexiest accent out of the four of them (Leeds).
My own inertia is irritating me.
proper lancs accent is my fave. Burnley or Rawtenstall way. Much softer than the manc accent. slightly softer than the Bolton accent, though old style Bolton was lovely, with its soft burr. These days Bolton is veering more to the manc accent, with its harsher, more clipped tones.
Here's a clip of Jane Horrocks. Best example I could find of a Rawtenstall accent:
[YOUTUBE]J52Uj6ZyZ2M&feature=related[/YOUTUBE]
I also love the Leeds accent. And the Sheffield accent:
Jarvis Cocker, I love the way he speaks (Sheffield accedent):
[youtube]AFb3BFbVIDQ&feature=related[/youtube]
Rawtenstall: dry ski slope. The memories....
Ahehehe. yah. My cousins lived there for a little while.
Just a hop skip and a jump from sunny Bolton.
Being home with a Cold !!!!!
Being home with a Cold !!!!!
drink ya some gentleman jack with honey! ;)
Jane Horrocks is great as piglet in
[YOUTUBE]L_WCfUW7yt4&start=189s[/YOUTUBE]
I had another contact from Child Protective Services today... no fewer than 5 of my youts are now in the system.
And we add another today, although I have not been officially contacted yet. ShitPissFuck...
I broke my little toe last night and then my husband stepped on it this morning :thepain:
Being home with a Cold !!!!!
But the Phone KEEPS ringing , My Boss And Customers just Keep Calling !!
Did that help?
and then he...I am so lethargic today.
And sleepy!
I got up slightly earlier than normal, knowing I had the house to myself. Was full of plans to go shopping, maybe even in Milton Keynes, jobserch online, amend my CV for bar-work, come in here etc etc.
I had to go back to bed - not once but twice.
Dad woke me up when he dropped in at 10.15, and again at 11.35.
I was completely sparko - I think if I'd had my earplugs in I would have slept through.
The only thing I can think it is, is that I'm trying antabuse again. It's a medication that makes you violently sick any time you consume alcohol - to the extent I have not used my normal mouthwash today. I have a course to last me until Monday, but the effects will last for up to another two weeks. This is really a safegaurd - I knew today I would have the house pretty much to myself, and that my benefits would be paid into my bank. This is always a danger time for me - I only have £45 to last me two weeks once all bills are taken care of, but that can easily be spent in two days on alcohol and then a fast food binge once my defenses are down. So I thought this was a really positive thing to do.
I'll be gutted if this drowsiness continues though - what will I be like tomorrow at school?
Still - I'm committed to it now.
A month teetotal should give my body a good detox and hopefully break the cycle of drink-hangover-drink I was getting back into.
And the subsequent weight loss - if nothing else - should act as a good incentive.
It's just an irritation, because I'd started to feel the benefits of being teetotal on willpower alone, and the extra step I've taken has had a more negative impact than I expected.
Snow, starting during morning commute. White Death is coming!
Forecast for the evening commute: Partly crappy with a chance of death.
Snow, starting during morning commute. White Death is coming!
Forecast for the evening commute: Partly crappy with a chance of death.
Hee!
yeah, I thought this wasn't supposed to happen until noon or so? the weatherman lied on us again.
Brace yourselves, Philly.
Bri, pray (and that can mean whatever you want: do a nekkid snow dance outside or something) for early dismissal for me.
Bri, pray (and that can mean whatever you want: do a nekkid snow dance outside or something) for early dismissal for me.
consider it done. I'll wear my new mittens.
damn you guys crack me up!
mildly irritating? last night texas lotto numbers: 20 - 22 - 37 - 39 - 42 - 43
my numbers?
02-36-38-39-41-45.
Snow is irritating me. We're closing at 4, I get to leave an hour early, but the way it's coming down I expect I'll get home around 8 tonight.
I HATE WINTER.
make like a goose and migrate!
I'm gonna make like a scalp and depart!
need some head and shoulders for that?
Make like a baby and head out.
Make like a tree and get out of here!
make like an illiterate signing a form and exit.
man! i'm so poor i gotta fart to have a cent in my pocket!
oops sorry, here we go:
make like a banana and split!
Make like a tumor and cut out.
make like acne and clear out.
Make like a hockey player and get the puck outta here!
Make like an extrememly large sick dear that used to be in the army and.....
.... VAmoose
:bolt:
make like a busboy and get the fork out of here
HA!
I'm home. Only 2+ hours plus a stop at the store. Yikes. At one point sitting on the interstate for 15 minutes, standstill, move a bit, standstill. I finally was able to get off an exit and work my way back around. Of course, every accident I heard about involved jack-knifed semis, two that blocked and shut down my interstate. Do they not cover driving in snow/ice in driving school? :mad:
maybe i should get a pell grant and find out?
maybe i should get a pell grant and find out?
Hell, get a research grant!
I know someone who knows a little about writing grant proposals. ;)
right!
brianr where are you? need the answer!
Hell, get a research grant!
I know someone who knows a little about writing grant proposals. ;)
OOH OOH Pick me! I have a bunch of ideas for grants. REALLY good ones too, not just your ordinary elephant poop sculpture of the virgin mary.
I saw this number once
"For a good grant call 1-800 SHA WNEE" but I never called...
for a bad grant call 1-800-PER-WINKL
for a bad grant call 1-800-PER-WINKL
I resemble that remark.
That's not the eye twitching smilie.
That's not the eye twitching smilie.
:mg: :eyebrow: :unsure: :smack: :ninja:
Hmmm, which one best exemplifies eye twitchies? I like the head smacky one because that's what I feel like doing when my eye starts twitching.
uh oh!
:bolt:
That's right, plt, live in fear, my friend, live in fear. :lol:
That's right, plt, live in fear, my friend, live in fear. :lol:
i think i need more :coffee2: and a :fumette:
At work we used to say that a twitchy eye meant you were coming into money.
In fact my friend and I made it up one afternoon as a fake old wives' tale, and got a lot of pleasure from hearing it repeated. I'm sure other offices have been brought round to the new-old belief by now.
We figured that having twitchy eye was annoying enough to warrant some kind of prize from the Universe.
Wouldn't that be awesome?
But I call them Old Husband's Tales. ;)
My eye is still twitching, and now I have one of those funky little spots (do they call them 'auras'?) where everything is a certain part of my sight is blurry, looks like little zigzaggy lines. Crap, as I typed this I realized it's growing.
WTF? Hard to see to work, or even read what I'm typing. I went to bed at a decent hour, trying to rest my eyeballs.
a Google for twitchy eye aura says you are having an eye migraine, which is usually painless. Also known as a silent migraine.
It's grown. This sucks!
I googled how to get rid of one. Basically...ain't gonna happen. I guess it'll go away on its own, but when?
Spexx? HELP! Any ideas, Eye Man?
Ahh, seems to be subsiding a bit.
Are you drinking enough water? If it were me and I had aspirin, I'd take an aspirin and drink a glass of water.
I had a twitching eye for 4 months. It nearly drove me mad. Maybe it did, how can we tell? Anyway one day I realized it had stopped.
The other things are floaters and I don't think there is anything you can do for them except pray to the virgin.[COLOR=Wheat] No, not the girl on your track team who could run faster than her brother.[/COLOR]
No, I know floaters. I hate those too. It's like, when you see them, you can't NOT see them.
This was a zig-zaggy almost in a full circle thing. Like glatt said, some kind of eye migraine. I have a slight headache, but otherwise it seems to be going away.
My wife gets a migraine about once every year or so, and she gets the auras too.
Here's a link (click on the picture to start it) of one sufferer's simulation of what they are like. It's pretty freaky, and I'm really glad I don't get them.
Are you drinking enough water? If it were me and I had aspirin, I'd take an aspirin and drink a glass of water.
I just got a big glass of ice water, I have been trying to drink more water, but it seems like I'm dehydrated a lot. I need to see if anyone has plain old aspirin, I bet that would help.
My wife gets a migraine about once every year or so, and she gets the auras too.
Here's a link to one sufferer's interpretation of what they are like. It's pretty freaky, and I'm really glad I don't get them.
Yeah, that's exactly it, only not in color. Very disconcerting.
Normally I get coffee delivered by
Peets, but today we have run out, and I bought a bag of Starbucks whole bean in a supermarket. Well I'm here to tell ya it's terrible. The taste is very stale. My morning coffee ritual is very important and it's interrupted by this foulness.
I get the visual migraines too, Shawnee. I get two varieties. One is like a drop or puddle of water on glass. Everything in the screwed up area is wavy - sometimes with sparkles. The other is just a mostly blacked out area.
Mine go away in ~5 minutes.
I've had them before, but it's been awhile. I don't remember them going away so quickly, but I'm glad.
I really need to invest in real glasses, I think. I just can't do the expense right now, but it's time. I've bought progressively stronger reading glasses and I'm sure I would be well surprised if I had glasses made for my vision.
How do those online glasses things work? How much do glasses end up costing? I see ads where you can get them for cheap, but that can't be all. Maybe that's just frames? Having never bought glasses I have no idea, but I think it's not cheap.
It is cheap. Astoundingly cheap. I haven't gone to bifocals yet, but online glasses for my simple prescription were around $20, lenses included. They are perfect. Eyebuydirect.com
If you want to go cheap, don't buy glasses where you get your eyes checked. Generally they have designer frames that are expensive. I have them write out the prescription and go to For Eyes for the glasses. They often have two for $99 sales. I get one pair regular and one pair of sunglasses.
Wow! See, I've always heard of 3 or 4 hundred bucks!
So I could get my prescription and order online?
(I would ask Spexx' opinion but he's ignoring me.) ;)
PS There's an ad that keeps showing up on Facebook for an eyeglasses site and the frames they show look just like the readers I loved but just broke.
Spex will tell you that you get better service in a store, and that's true. To buy them online, you need to find a pair that you already own, and that fit well, and get your ruler out and take all sorts of measurements on them and then compare those to the glasses located online. It's a bit of a hassle, but it's a hassle that will save you like $200-$300.
You can also upload a passport type picture of yourself and use an online tool to virtually see what the glasses will look like on you face, but that too is a hassle, because you need to scale the glasses to the correct size in relation to your face so that you are keeping them the correct size. The easiest way would be to upload a photo with you holding a ruler above your eyebrows so you can make sure to scale the glasses properly.
It's much easier to buy them in a store. But very expensive.
Edit: Let me add that I LOVE my glasses purchased online. I doubt I'll ever buy a pair in a store again.
Well, I know what sort of glasses look good on me, very specific type. And I know not to buy the ones with the nose thingys (give me a headache, my nose actually lends itself well to eyeglass wearing, there's something to be said for ski slopes.) The only thing would be the ear holders pushing into my skull. That really gives me a headache.
Yeah, but glasses also come in different sizes, so you need to make sure the front piece actually reaches the sides of your head, and the ear pieces reach the back of your ears. In a store, you can tell in just a second by trying one on, but online, you need to look at the numbers.
Another vid/description for opthalmic migraine. I get them too, a red, green and grey zigzaggy line expands like a ripple on a pond.
http://www.allaboutvision.com/conditions/ocular-migraine.htmYeah, but glasses also come in different sizes, so you need to make sure the front piece actually reaches the sides of your head, and the ear pieces reach the back of your ears. In a store, you can tell in just a second by trying one on, but online, you need to look at the numbers.
Oh. Ugh. Seems the readers I buy are more standardized or something?
Another vid/description for opthalmic migraine. I get them too, a red, green and grey zigzaggy line expands like a ripple on a pond.
http://www.allaboutvision.com/conditions/ocular-migraine.htm
Thanks monster.
Still, always consult your eye doctor when you have unusual vision symptoms, because it's possible that you have another condition requiring treatment, such as a detached retina, which should be checked out immediately.
Do they prescribe for that, like they do glaucoma? :p:
Shawnee you'll need to measure your pupil distance, if you don't know it. I held a ruler up to my eyes and took a photo of it. Then read the scale. There is a small disfference between your PD at near distances and infinity, so you may be asked if it is for reading or distance specs.
Spexxvet will continue to ignore you if he finds out you are planning on buying glasses online ;)
Maybe I'll wait until I can see a professional. I already don't understand. Years ago I was told I have a slight astigmatism, but I don't even know what that means.
I've always had great far vision, still do. It's up in front of my face I can't see.
You have a beautiful astigmatism.
Heh.
I thought it meant blood would come running out of my eyes, but it never happened.
A-Stigmatic means you don't have wounds on your feet and hands.
Wow! See, I've always heard of 3 or 4 hundred bucks!
So I could get my prescription and order online?
(I would ask Spexx' opinion but he's ignoring me.) ;)
PS There's an ad that keeps showing up on Facebook for an eyeglasses site and the frames they show look just like the readers I loved but just broke.
Sorry for the delay.
While I'm not a doctor, it sounds to me like an opthalmic migraine, so these guys have helped you out.
Shawnee, either way you will have to go see an eye doctor first to get the right prescription (which will include correction for astigmatism, if you have it.) While you are there, try on a few pairs of glasses in the office. Find one that is the right size, and write down those measurements. Then go online.
Yeah, it's pretty easy. The pupil distance was included in my last prescription, so that's not something you'll need to measure yourself.
The glasses online are so cheap, it's worth your time to just go to one of the websites and poke around for a few minutes.
Shaw, don't buy glasses on line.
Spexx, I really would like to go the professional route, but money is an issue.
I'm not planning to do anything about it right away, so maybe i'll finally be caught up and can have the professional care...right now cheap is appealing. Same reason I've stayed with readers.
Never cost as much as these stupid teeth I feel like smashing out with a hammer, though.
GoodWill is an excellent source.
Just take something to read so you can check out close-, mid-, and distance-vision.
Holy crap. Check out the area west of DC on Google Maps with traffic on.
I'm only mildly irritated because I wasn't planning on leaving until eight anyway. If this lasts much past that, the irritation level will spike.
and the radar map says it's just rain right now
I work slightly west of that map, and live near the "Cleveland Park" label. It looks like it would take at least an hour to get onto a main road, let alone get anywhere.
But it is definitely snow where I am.
More of a slightly upsetting, but not really upsetting.
Last year I my thyroid was goiter and had nodules on it, I was diagnosed with Hashimoto's. I've been on meds, so I had a follow up appointment last week. The thyroid is normal size now and my blood work is normal. On Mon I had to have an ultrasound to make sure all of my nodules shrunk, just got the results for that today. One of them did not shrink, so now I am going to have to have biopsy to make sure it is not cancer. Its not a high risk or urgent, my brain says its not a big deal, but I'm still feeling somewhat anxious. I also don't even want to start thinking about the costs :(.
beest went through all this, it's not a big deal. And it's way cheaper than breaking a limb or having suspected appendicitis.
...or fucking up your knee. Or having boobs.
Fucking fuckers Dont stop Even when some thing is OBVIOUSLY Broken ,
Hell they didnt stop when the scale had dropped over a Inch !!!
hey Dumb ASS !!! a 250,000 lb Engine is NOT suposed to pop a wheelie !!!!!
Busted loadcell by
zippyt, on Flickr
Worst commute ever. And my power is out.
Holy crap. Check out the area west of DC on Google Maps with traffic on.
I was on Metro and got home fine. We closed at 3PM. I got an e-mail from my boss at 7:30PM. She still hadn't made it home 4 miles away. Crazy. I wonder if she ever got home? Haven't heard from her yet.
I was looking out the window at about 8PM and saw a limb fall out of the tree across the street and land on the cars in the neighbors driveway. So I went out and moved our car further up the driveway to get out from under our tree. Then I got out a fiberglass pruning pole and banged all the wet snow out of the tree branches that I could reach.
It was amazing, every minute or two, I'd hear another limb somewhere in the neighborhood cracking and falling down. The snow was really heavy and sticky. We lost power at 9:30, so I went to bed early. Came back on at around 3AM. We didn't lose any limbs, but walking to the Metro this morning, there are limbs down all over the place and lots of low hanging phone/cable wires.
Edit: Just heard from my boss. It took her 7 hours to get home, 4 miles away. Holy crap.
Then I got out a fiberglass pruning pole and banged all the wet snow out of the tree branches that I could reach.
We do that with a Shot gun around here
Then I got out a fiberglass pruning pole and banged all the wet snow out of the tree branches that I could reach.
We do that with a Shot gun around here
What
don't you do with a shotgun round there? :lol:
Well open glass jars , unless yer REALLLLLLY Good shot
I left at 9:20 and got home at 2. About 30 miles.
I was so happy I found a parking space.
Mildly irritating me?
It is 42 degrees today.
Centigrade.
Mildly irritating me?
It is 42 degrees today.
Centigrade.
'Zat so? Hope you have air.
'Zat so? Hope you have air.
Would he be posting if he didn't have air? Nooooo, we would be needing to make funeral arrangements for him (that amused me mildly if no-one else).
Air is short for Air Conditioning, but you knew that, so never mind.
Air is short for Air Conditioning, but you knew that, so never mind.
Was really just amusing myself with that one (and irritating everyone with pedantry).
Of my 82 Facebook friends, three have decided that it is a place to post daily conservative/republican propaganda. It's interesting that no liberals have done the same thing. I'm only mildly irritated because I unfriended 2 of them. The other, unfortunately, is my brother.
I have one who posts liberal rants almost daily. I just gloss over it though, because he's generally a good chap. He's the neighbor that keeps count of the US Dead in Iraq on a home-made wooden lawn sign, and carefully hangs the flag every morning and removes it every night. A committed Catholic, quite an eclectic mix of passion I find. It's the adults who post badly spelled garbage like teenagers who irritate me. They're all hidden, though :)
Out of @##$%^**& firewood!
Normally I get coffee delivered by Peets, but today we have run out, and I bought a bag of Starbucks whole bean in a supermarket. Well I'm here to tell ya it's terrible. The taste is very stale. My morning coffee ritual is very important and it's interrupted by this foulness.
I used to get Peet's at Genuardi's. Don't remember if that's post-Safeway, though.
Out of @##$%^**& firewood!
I got some! You need some of mine? :D
People in my area and all over driving like a**holes with lack of signals and no headlights at legitimately dark hours
Out of @##$%^**& firewood!
Do you cut your own, or buy it? I buy mine. What does it cost there? I'm paying 65 bucks for my F-250 longbed loaded. That's if I pick it up. Just wonderin'
I have one who posts liberal rants almost daily. :)
I have a few like that. One just
very nearly fell for the tree octopus page. :D
I have a few like that. One just very nearly fell for the tree octopus page. :D
Did you nearly spit DiHydrogen Monoxide through your nose?
Did you nearly spit DiHydrogen Monoxide through your nose?
Isn't that what fucked up marichiko?
That stuff has been banned here for years. You guys are way behind.
Banned? Your streets are awash with it!
Did you just accuse an aussie of washing?
Do you cut your own, or buy it? I buy mine. What does it cost there? I'm paying 65 bucks for my F-250 longbed loaded. That's if I pick it up. Just wonderin'
I get a regular bed filled about full for $50. I still have to chop it as most of the bits are to big. The majority I harvest and cut myself from fallen limbs of Pecan.
ugh. at work. it's cold. i'm exhausted. it's only 11:35pm a little less than 2hrs before i go home. 45 minute drive then i have to do a little work on the bathroom downstairs. i don't think i'll be in bed tonight until 4:00am only to wake up at 9:30am for another 14 hour day.
Mum decided that the man in the bed beside Grandad was there because he was on drugs.
For no reason I could really understand. But part of her decision was because he didn't eat his soup yesterday, and yet he claimed he had when his parents were there.
He looked about my age and we had a conversation yesterday.
I saw him eat his soup (part of our conversation was that Mum thought it was disgusting but she hates peas; he admitted loving mint and adding it to many dishes).
As with many of her knee-jerk impressions, I can't accept it as valid. And given some of the things I've heard her say about me, and the twisted versions of events I've heard her relate, I shouldn't be surprised. Sigh.
FTR Grandad is speaking better than he has in years. Very little stuttering and repetition. Sadly, he is not speaking much sense. This has deteriorated within DAYS. Mum is unlikely now to get power of attorney, which is awful. Much as I bitch about her, she would never abuse the position.
He thinks the men in the cubicle opposite are causing trouble for Nanny - or sometimes Aunty Alice, they both had the same name but he called Aunty Alice, Lal and he sometimes interchanges them now. He's also been asking for Gip to sort them out. Gip is Guiseppi, an Italian friend who was his Best Man. Gip did have a reputation, and held both Nanny and Lal in very high esteem. Dead for years now of course. Gdad got a card from Gip's Grandson at Christmas - I read it out but he had no idea who he was, "One of your Mum's friends. Or a wrong address or something." Took it home to Mum and she was indignant - "Of course he knows him, he brough his Mum to his [Gdad's] 80th" Ah well.
Sorry - a lot of that wasn't irritation.
And I probably should be easier on Mum.
Still, better out than in...?
I have a nail in my tire. crap! I suppose I'll have to take it to the tire place and hope they can plug it. Would not want to replace a brand new, barely one-month old tire!
Ask the dealer first. It might be covered. It would be if you bought new tires from Belle Tire etc.
I'm sure I'll get yelled down by the car gurus here... but if the tire isn't actually leaking air--and it might not be, sometimes the nail completely plugs the hole it makes--there's really no need to have it repaired. I drove with a gigantic construction nail in one of my tires for about 18 months, and ultimately replaced the tire for tread wear without ever needing an air refill.
but it's sticking out the side about 2 inches.
And the tire isn't deflated?
A nail in the tread will need to be fixed , never know when its going to be flat
if its in the side wall they May be able to patch it
not deflated yet. I just noticed it today. Maybe I should call AAA -- I think they patch tires/
go to your dealer or a tire shop , shouldnt be expencive ( $25) unless they have to replace the tire
check with the dealer. then AAA. Don't pay if you don't have to.
I moved all my music files around in windows and then realized too late that they were no longer where itunes expected them to be...
The good news is that after I consolidated the music I ran dupe cleaner and was able to delete about 45Gb of dupes.
I'm pretty sure the warranty excludes stuff like nails, but I'll check.
My right side and thumb are irritating. I was carrying (2) 2x6x10s under my right arm and slipped on the ice. While I lay there, I was very sure I broke some ribs. Today it doesn't even look like a postable bruise.
New computer goes "click" everythime I follow a link. need to find the sound effect options.....
Badly disguised double entendres that actually are pretty sexist and puerile.
Yawn and barf.
oh do share so we can all be irritated..... or was it me?
....found the sound effects, can't make the clicky stop.....
oh do share so we can all be irritated..... or was it me?
Eh, it's obvious from a couple other of my posts today. :rolleyes:
No, it's not you. :D
yep; need to buy a brand new tire. and the dealer doesn't even have it in stock, so they are ordering it.
the good news is, my particular vehicle comes with a full size spare; and by that I mean, an extra of the same regular tire, so I can drive it around. yay! that's a comfort--I don't have to deal with a crappy donut or something.
10" - 15" of snow and a flood watch... srsly?
Rain, then ice, then snow, then icy snow, then snowy rain, then rainy ice, now snowy, icy rain.
variety is the spice of life.
and a steady rhythm is its source
Holy mother of f*ck... We're gonna be here a while.
ohdeargod.
Sorry, Griff.
Last night, I was saying to a friend that I was very glad that the rain that fell all day yesterday wasn't snow.
bleh.
Broken screen on my new phone. I think it got caught between my coat pocket and my seat belt thingy.
I don't think I got any extra warranties (again, I try to save a little money on ANYTHING and it gets fucked up...see "2 Week Old Car") but who can tell from the website?
I guess I"ll go to kiosk town in the mall and see how badly they would like to fuck me. (and I mean moneywise...no awesomeness will be exchanged for a mere communication device.)
I may just live with it. It works, but my next new every two isn't for 18 months (if I go early.)
Gawd hats me.
ugh. That happened to hebe's new phone too. The external mini screen that shows the time/who's calling
It covers the whole surface, looks like a cross between a spider web and lightning. :mecry:
My dad is right: I have the worst luck of anyone he knows. :lol:
ouch
One shear pin and some time later...
Griff, my brain can't parse the scale of these pictures correctly. Is that your car buried under there?
I'm guessing that's the rotary. (turn around)
Is that like a reach around?
Griff, my brain can't parse the scale of these pictures correctly. Is that your car buried under there?
There are two cars in the turn-around. On the left is the Suzuki which is facing the camera. You can make out the mirrors. On the right is the Subaru which has some paint showing. We probably got 2 feet of falling snow but the swirling wind made some big drifts like on the left side. The house was also plastered in the white stuff.
One shear pin and some time later...
I'm sure it was invigorating for your back
Something or someone smells like dead socks. I swear, would anyone really eat limburger in an office????????? 'Cause, that is what it smells like.
pen-tapping back-stabbing guy?
Heh. I don't know. Maybe it's the gangrene forming under my nail that I smell.
I just took a gamble with rack management in facebook scrabble and now I have four Is in my last rack. :rolleyes:
You have :eyeball: :eyeball: :eyeball: :eyeball: in your :ggw: ?
Kinda weird, but you can never complain about a guy not making eye contact, then.
and with medii I'm down to one... I'mm'a win anyway....
My Left shoulder has been bugging me for a while , twinge here and there Pretty constant Slight pain ,
today I reached up to adjust my hat and POW !!!
Cant lift it above my head , Ibuprofen aint doing Much , Felxall aint shit ,
I Think i have some thing mech wrong and its time to go see the Dr .
Damb it !!!
Crap, that doesn't sound good.
NPR woke me up with some nonsense about sleep disorders on the first work day after the stolen hour.
NPR woke me up with some nonsense about sleep disorders on the first work day after the stolen hour.
You just think NPR woke you up.
Maybe you have a sleep disorder. ;)
Dr said it could be old Rugby damage from back in the day ,
he took xrays of Both my shoulders and is sending them to the head Ortho guy in this area ,
Anti inflammatory and steroids for the next 2 weeks to See if that will help ,
ooof! good luck there zip!
We opened at noon. It's only 12:35. One complaint already about being rude. Not to mention people are SOS today already, that's Stuck On Stupid. I'm not being rude. My allergies are kicking my ass right now. Excuse me if I don't cue up the utopian music during my pre and post ride speaches. Today is going to suck.
My mother - and her bottomless needines.
I know, I know, lucky to have her, etc., but the woman is exhausting.
know what i'm saying?
sounds like: knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin.
A close relation to: seewhuI'msayin, seewhuI'msayin, seewhuI'msayin, seewhuI'msayin?
No, I have no fucking idea what you're saying. In fact, I think you mean to say "is this procedure correct, and are we following regulations?"
Yeah, my head hurts. :(
So shut up.
know what i'm saying?
sounds like: knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin, knowwhuI'msayin.
A close relation to: seewhuI'msayin, seewhuI'msayin, seewhuI'msayin, seewhuI'msayin?
No, I have no fucking idea what you're saying. In fact, I think you mean to say "is this procedure correct, and are we following regulations?"
Yeah, my head hurts. :(
So shut up.
Aight
Hey, you the one axin' about the Pale grant. That ain't the rill dill.
Look at this! Would you just look at it?
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Pete, that vid is famous now amongst my brother and his cronies. We were at my nieces Volleyball game yesterday and I was on the sidelines with both brothers and my sis-in-law's brother (uncle to A) and I said "well would you look at that" and both my brother and the other uncle chimed in and we were laughing our asses off.
Today: whining cow orker. It sucks for all of us right now, bub, and half of us have been sick. Shut up and stop making me feel I need to tiptoe around you so as not to upset the delicate balance that is your genius and professionalism. :right:
The tab on my fly zipper keps getting turned to the side, making it difficult to unzip. Don't want to pee my pants.
I know, i know, I'm a pilot. But i am afraid of heights. I'm sitting in the cab of a ship offloading crane rfn. The cab and control room are ok but the access cat walks makes me nausiated. Was going to attach a pic but i can't upload one now for some reason...
i am afraid of heights
That's a sign of intelligence.
Really, plt? I love heights. Fun and scary...scary fun!
How do you get beyond that when flying? Especially small planes? Do you just concentrate on the job at hand?
Ok.... this is really more of a 'what's mildly irritating you EVERY GODDAMNED DAY OF YOUR PITIFUL EXISTENCE?' post.
ok... so.. see these?
These are 'Deal Jackets'
We put all of the documents and copies and stuff in there for each deal. If you were putting papers in one of these, which side would you put the top of the letter oriented forms on? Would you put them to the left? I would. And I would put THEM ALL THE SAME FUCKING WAY! ...AND FACING THE FRONT FOR FUCKS SAKE!
GAH!
SRSLY.
I have way too many paperwork hangups at work. It seems logical to me, the method to my madness.
In HS the lady who ran the farm market was very upset if we didn't have all our bills facing the same direction when we turned in our drawers. I still cannot pay for anything without rearranging the bills.
Weird, I'm so OCD about some things, completely lacksadaisical about others.
In HS the lady who ran the farm market was very upset if we didn't have all our bills facing the same direction when we turned in our drawers. I still cannot pay for anything without rearranging the bills.
Weird, I'm so OCD about some things, completely lacksadaisical about others.
My hitherto-unknown-identical twin. I make the lifeguards at the pool line up the dollar bills. But I'd put the documents in Jim's folder higgledy-piggledy just to amuse myself :lol:
I'd put the docs with the tops to the left, but only because I'm right handed. A lefty would probably put them the other way.
which would be fine if they were ALL that way, glatt. Jesus, I swear he does it on purpose.
Another thing I would do (I did this when I did 'verifications' at my old job, it really didn't take any longer and the auditors appreciated the organization) would be to put the paperwork in a certain order. I'd pull it all out of the envelope and reorganize it...some would have different paperwork but there is still a general order.
I also remove all the old staples when I staple a new sheet onto a stack of previously multiple-stapled papers.
And the staples HAVE to be at an angle to the corner. Any fool knows that when you're looking at stapled papers that diagonal staples make the paper lay the right way when you're flipping through. Otherwise the paper tears.
ohjesus. don't get me started on staples.
TPS Report clean-up in the mild irritation department!
If you have stapled documents going into a 3 ring binder, the staples need to be vertical so the pages can be turned. It's still awkward putting stapled docs into a 3-ring binder, but if you angle the staples it would be impossible.
Well, I wouldn't PUT stapled docs into a three ring binder. I would remove the staples and, if necessary, put clear plastic dividers between the docs that need to stay together. I mean, COME ON, stapled papers in a binder? Why for? :p:
I'm having an anxiety attack thinking of glatt's vertical staples. :lol:
I want to staple some of my salesmen's heads to their desks for the staple abuses they perpetrate. Or at least fill their staplers with Mayo.
Really, plt? I love heights. Fun and scary...scary fun!
How do you get beyond that when flying? Especially small planes? Do you just concentrate on the job at hand?
Flying is different. Much like driving a car. Your enclosed and strapped in. Standing on the edge of a platform way up there gives me the heebie jeebies!
ok....safe at home now. here are a few pics of what gave me the heebiejeebies....the cab was cool though. had a car stereo in it that sounds better than my truck does! that is my truck there btw....
I want to staple some of my salesmen's heads to their desks for the staple abuses they perpetrate. Or at least fill their staplers with Mayo.
nah, whatcha do is this...if their door handle on their truck/car is recessed, you know where you stick your fingers up and in to open the door, take bean dip and a putty knife and fill the handle with said bean dip. they won't see it and when they go to open their door? the look on their face is PRICELESS!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Fun! I mean, heights give me the willies, but not in a really scared way. Spiders and other crawlies, those are my fears. Being nervous about heights makes a hell of a lot more sense than being afraid of spiders!
nah, whatcha do is this...if their door handle on their truck/car is recessed, you know where you stick your fingers up and in to open the door, take bean dip and a putty knife and fill the handle with said bean dip. they won't see it and when they go to open their door? the look on their face is PRICELESS!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I skimmed this and thought you were telling him to fill spaces in their heads (like a hollowed out temple) with bean dip.
I should go now. :unsure:
ok....safe at home now. here are a few pics of what gave me the heebiejeebies....the cab was cool though. had a car stereo in it that sounds better than my truck does! that is my truck there btw....
So, which part scares you? Not the cab, I know. the second or third picture?
oh now the third pic? after i took it, i was turning around, deathly afraid of falling or dropping my phone. i could have puked i was so scared.
Yer what 20-30 feet off the ground ??
Ill drag my camera along this week and get some Pics ,
im working a shut down at a Steel mill ,'2 scales are about 75-80 ft up
How do they get the trucks up there?
When I turn it on, my TV/cable system defaults to a Video On Demand promo of wrestling. Every damn time. Wrestling, really? gah!
Follow up on the sholder ,
Hi Ho Hi Ho to the Othro I go !!!
It's snowing! Not a little sputter snow, great big old christmas flakes. WTF? It's almost April.
We're supposed to get that, then more Thurs night into fri. :mad2:
am a stinking pile of miserably sick. boo!
Put the cap back on the dry erase marker or it will dry out and be useless! IT'S NOT ROCKET SURGERY!
Put the cap back on the dry erase marker or it will dry out and be useless! IT'S NOT ROCKET SURGERY!
You can use them to level wonky desks.
Put the cap back on the dry erase marker or it will dry out and be useless! IT'S NOT ROCKET SURGERY!
But it's a
dry erase marker.
But it's a dry erase marker.
Well it is
now.
I'm told a drop of vinegar will cure this condition of dryness in a marker.
Is there anything vinegar can't do?
you don't like malted vinegar on steak fries?
Malted vinegar on steak fries rock! Esp if served with some really good Fish and Chips.
you want steak fries with your fish and chips?
what type of chips do you want, then?
Steak fries.... no wait....
Freedom Fries. Fuck those Frenchy things... :)
steak fries...are they like fat chips? We usually call them chunky chips over here.
and the thing that's mildly irritating me today is the rain which has caused footy to be called off for tomorrow. Hopefully tonights game will still be on though.
It has rained here for the last few days. We need a really good tropical storm to fill our ponds.
Worked 144 hours in 12 days. I need a day off but have one more 24 hour shift starting at 7 am and then a two day break before another one. I am about fried. But I can do one more.... one more.... one more..
It has rained here for the last few days. We need a really good tropical storm to fill our ponds.
careful what you wish for. allison drowned houston back about 10 years ago.
Take your B vitamins Merc.
The current crop of theater movie fare. Mindless crap.
^^^
What he said!
Is it me or has Hollywood stopped making new movies and is simply recycling OLD movies? Numbered sequels, remakes of good movies into bad movies, reimagining good movies and being on acid or something this time round seems rampant. Last "new" movie, IMO, was The Matrix.
heehee I's all she. Now let me tell you about period cups.....
*we've secretly taken im's coffee cup and replaced it with a period cup. Let's see if she notices.*
:lol: don't. laughing's a little uncomfortable. i guess it's been too long since I did crunchies.
Piss whore fucking motherfucker goddam die and bleed and shoot yourself you son of a whore sucking windbagging fuckwad scum of the earth.
*two minutes pass
I saw a butterfly lift into the air and I felt the presence of all the loveliness and I have deep feelings of love for all creatures great and small (sniffs into handkerchief then looks around to see if anyone's watching...sniff sniff) and I am a retired butterfly.
It's Boehner style posting.
did you miss your meds IM?
Nah, just channeling. Playing Who Am I for the more astute.
Pulled the muscles from my tits down to my belly by coughing extensively.
Now even sneezing - one of my favourite pastimes - hurts. As does everything else.
And my parents' cat has been playing silly buggers all day, not complying with our usual schedule. So as I'm typing this I am hearing Diz swearing in cat-language at the top of his (loud) voice at Mia. To be fair to her she is probably shattered and wants to come in to bed. But the last couple of times I tried to sort that she ran away, and not from Diz just from me.
The thing I really came here for though... I wanted some fast food!
I've hardly eaten a thing in the last week.
Honestly.
Today I've had a Snack-A-Mug (cross between soup & pasta) because I knew it would slip down easily.
So as I really really fancy some chicken I thought, why not?
The rents are gone for two hours, I can order on my card and get delivery.
But it's a minimum of £10. And that's both too much money and too much food.
BOOOOOO!
I'm sure when I used to order for Grandad it was £6. Because his would be 4-5 and something for myself would tip it over into free delivery.
Oh hang on, that was cash on delivery via the take-out menus, not on the internet.
Ah well.
Probably better for me.
Just disappointed.
Fried chicken, or kebab, or fries, or burger.... mmmmmmmmmmm.
Did you know that the GRE is now a computerized, adaptive test? This means that the difficulty of your next question is determined by whether you got the last one right, thus pinpointing your exact skill level more precisely in fewer questions.
Which is cool and all, except when it fucks you over after a later question in the math portion inadvertently makes it clear what theorem you misused in a previous question. Used to be, subtle test-taking skills like using later questions to answer previous questions could be used to your advantage. Now all you can do is sit there and grit your teeth.
can't you walk in somewhere and take a paper test?
There are paper tests still available. But only at certain locations, and usually only in the more rural areas that haven't gotten the money to update yet.
But either way you can't just "walk in" anywhere, the popular time slots at the testing centers (i.e., summer) all fill up 9-12 months in advance, and the least-popular time slots (i.e., now, in the middle of finals at the end of the semester) fill up shortly after that. I registered in January, thinking I could take it anytime before October, and happened to get one of the very last appointments anywhere in the city during my time frame.
I'm not upset about it, I still scored plenty high enough to get into my program. Just mildly irritated. :)
I never, ever doubted you, CF.
My hearty congratulations to you, and "rub some dirt on it nancy" for your minor irritation.
My back hurts and I'm in danger of it getting all fucked up again, so I need to try and sit properly (not hooking on foot under the other knee etc.....) but everytime I stop thinking about it, the damn leg does as it pleases, sneaking up onto the seat and twisting my back all six ways from hell without me even noticing.....
My esophagus, I was up most of the night. I think there is food hung up in there.
Maybe it's the anthrax.
I agree. I would refrain from listening to thrash hair bands before going to bed.
My esophagus, I was up most of the night. I think there is food hung up in there.
I went to an earnoseandthroat doc for that same complaint and he told me It was acid reflux.
I drank the barium today. My hiatal hernia is probably the source of the problem but the GI doc will have specifics tomorrow. Fortunately, I don't have any food in there right now. Maybe a decade ago I went through some serious shit with this but lifestyle changes worked until now. Go stress!
Mri for My sholder tonite
Mri for My sholder tonite
did they give you a disc with the images? Post em!
Zoey, my Dumb Blonde cat, has escaped. Because I have four broken toes (all on the left foot) I couldn't catch her.
Beat the crowds and place your order for an adorable kitteh today!
I have a zoie too.
How did you break your toes? ouch
Trying to kick the cat, I imagine.
Or the habit, in Bri's case...
did they give you a disc with the images? Post em!
See if you can get a photo of you smiling superimposed on the images.
Or the habit, in Bri's case...
I'm known all too well.
No, I broke the four toes yesterday whilst tyring to keep ANOTHER kitteh from escaping. I have four kittehs (two too many) and two of them have not been spayed yet...so...there's
that.
I am afraid I'm going to turn into the crazy cat lady (you all know her)
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CrazyCatLadyZoey, my Dumb Blonde cat, has escaped.
Did she come back yet, all knocked up?
ouch Brianna--
first aid for a broken toe:
Don't do it again.
Bugger! The IT guys just came into the office to say that they're closing down the server to do stuff to it, so that's the end of my Cellar posting plans for today.
Hostel is a pretty violent movie. Not much left to see here.
DAMMIT!!
My basement is a fen.
DAMMIT!!
Client said
my design isn't "modern" enough.
Woman, you have a two-station salon in the rear of a plain brick building, with a plain vanilla "open" sign and a dirty white plastic resin bench outside. I'm a fine turd-polisher, but if you polish a turd too long it will disintegrate.
LOL
Why can I picture this woman in my head?
:lol: what she wants is lots of swirling flash animations and more loud. When she said modern what she really meant was tacky.
LOL
Why can I picture this woman in my head?
1) because there's lots of space in your head?
2) There'd need to be because she has a huge bleached up-do, doesn't she?
Fill it up with ultra-modern memes, like Raptor Jesus and Fuuuuu Dude.
1) because there's lots of space in your head?
2) There'd need to be because she has a huge bleached up-do, doesn't she?
1) Yes
2) Maybe a smaller do, but there is bleaching involved. She also talks in a poo-poo kind of voice.
Dahlink, these designs, they are NOT the modern that my clients have come to expect. Poo-poo.I told the salesgent to go back and get example websites for what she thinks is "modern"... or take half his commission and we punt.
At least she's got one of those giant sandwich presses.
And two big ice-cream scoops.
That joke was sub-par.
ouch.
She has high expectations.
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Totally captioned in Czech, I think. ;)
I really really really like my cow orker, my cube neighbor. She's a wonderful person all around.
But in about 5 seconds I'm going over there and shoving that goddam chewing gum up her ass.
peeved,
Infi
Yeah, but you'll be sorry when she starts blowing bubbles from that end!
I had a divorce settlement hearing this week in St. Louis. I didn't go...my attorney handled it bc the settlement talks haven't really been going anywhere. A trial date has been set for July.
While I am disappointed and frustrated, this divorce will happen eventually. This marriage died September 17, 2010...I've been moving forward ever since.
sorry to hear your minor irritation sycamore. I found mediation to be very productive and less expensive than an attorney battle royale.
for me, my irritation du jour is the return of the rain. I'd hoped to complete the transplantation of some bamboo, but I don't want to do yardwork in the cold and rain. grrrr.
Feeling hot and restless today...ugh....
Tulip...you do this on purpose, doncha...:angel:
YET AGAIN a severe plumbing clog that will probably require a plumber and additional damage to the house trying to fix it
YET AGAIN the external air conditioning unit is simply not moving at all, same as last year's day one of the cooling season
Things aren't going well.
Me too.
Broken roof. Broken bathroom floor. Broken fridge. Broken kitchen plumbing. Broken air conditioning. Broken tires. Broken screen door.
Everything. Broken.
YET AGAIN a severe plumbing clog that will probably require a plumber and additional damage to the house trying to fix it
YET AGAIN the external air conditioning unit is simply not moving at all, same as last year's day one of the cooling season
Things aren't going well.
You need cooling? Philly's got a warm spell? M
aaaaaaaaaaan.
87 indoors right now. 82 out.
Tulip...you do this on purpose, doncha...:angel:
Erhmm......do what? :confused: It has been so hot. :p:
Mouse pooped in my Fig Newtons.
Is mouse your wife's nicname?
I wouldn't be surprised if it was.
I am still pissed off that a freaking rattle snake almost bit me yesterday. I am still looking over my shoulder in the yard, even though I know the likelyhood of seeing another one is low. Still pisses me off. But I fixed his ass....
Excuse me Mr. Merc, but is that one o' them thar special Casio watches?
Where'd you get that?
Eh hem -
reference to the people being held at gitmo ... humor ...
never mind.
I suspect that the snake is a little more irritated than you. Or it would be if it could be.
Not bustin ya balls, mind you. Deadly reptiles in the yard? EFF that! What did you get it with? Shovel?
Excuse me Mr. Merc, but is that one o' them thar special Casio watches?
Where'd you get that?
*snicker*
Oh gross snake guts EVERYWHERE. Bleh. You're a better man than I am, merc. ;)
I am still pissed off that a freaking rattle snake almost bit me yesterday. I am still looking over my shoulder in the yard, even though I know the likelyhood of seeing another one is low. Still pisses me off. But I fixed his ass....
I walked 47 miles of barbed wire,
Used a cobra snake for a neck tie.
Got a brand new house on the roadside,
Made out of rattlesnake hide.
I got a brand new chimney made on top,
Made out of human skulls.
Now come on darling let's take a little walk, tell me,
Who do you love,
Who do you love, Who do you love, Who do you love.
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People who call to find out if their glasses are are ready, when I make sure to tell everyone that I will call them when their glasses are ready.
Spexx, are my glasses ready?
Spexx, are my glasses ready?
I told you I'd call you when they're ready! Gawd! Right now, they're just a monocle.
That's good, stop there. Some bozo shot out my left eye with a BB gun while trying to scare off a freaking bird.
That's good, stop there. Some bozo shot out my left eye with a BB gun while trying to scare off a freaking bird.
This one?
That's good, stop there. Some bozo shot out my left eye with a PP gun while trying to scare off a wanging bird.
ouch
Fucking other refs begged off and left my son's university without refs for a 7's tourny. Well I guess I get to do all 12 games by myself on Sat. Sucks ass. I should be in a wheel chair by the time it is over. Rolling up and down the pitch....
It'll be good excercise. hehehe
I think you should employ the same methods on the other ref's that you used for the snake. ;)
I have thought about it..... ;)
HEY! you can make snake skin cleats!!
HEY! you can make snake skin cleats!!
DUDE see your PM.
People who kill poor defenseless snakes. They are a vital part of our fragile ecosystem. I'm thinking about calling Peta. Serves you right if they put a half-naked girl in a cage on your front lawn to protest
Where do I sign up? But I want to pick the woman. Don't send me a PETA POS Waif.... Ha.
lmao sarge! you're so full of it!! love the humor! hey merc! mebbe we could get angelina HOlie!
People who kill poor defenseless snakes are a vital part of our fragile ecosystem.
Fixed it for ya ;)
Someone's phone just powered down. I heard it. I could not locate it before it finished it's death throws.
1) Someone should have their phone with them, they are attending afterschool activities and need to have a telephonic communication device with them for purposes of communication with their transportation provider aka the mother ship
2) Someone's phone is evidently not in the plugged in position where it should be when not in their backpack/pocket
3) If I could hazard a guess as to which someone has misplaced their phone, it would do no damn because whilst I could call it because I know which number belongs to it, it won't make useful locator noises BECAUSE IT'S DEAD
4) Visual location is nigh on impossible in the jumble sale that passes for the front room/mud room/dumping ground. Chances are I'mm'a find it by stepping on it.
I went to Wally World today to begin the process of replacing my camping equipment. Sticker shock big time, especially since nothing less than Coleman products will satisfy me (there's nothing worse than being stuck with defective camping gear and a 3 hour drive to civilization to replace it.
I decided that I would budget $300 smackers for such essentials as a sleeping bag good down to 20 degrees (it gets cold in the high mountains AND the desert, especially at the beginning and end of the camping season which for me runs mid May thru November). My first line necessities include a Coleman lantern with plenty of propane and extra mantles to keep it going, an air mattress with pump that can be charged on a car cig lighter, etc. It adds up fast.
I gritted my teeth and filled up my cart, along with some other just regular supplies I needed. Then I discovered that the ATM wouldn't cough up the required cash because I had withdrawn another $300 from it less than 24 hours ago to pay my rent. So, I parked my cart at customer service and made the 15 minute round trip to the bank to get my $$$. I TOLD them I'd be right back.
However, when I came back, everything had been returned to the shelves, despite their assurances that they would hold it for me. :mad: I didn't have the energy to repeat my trip through the store yet again, so I stomped off and came home with nothing after all that effort. I HATE Wally World!
Sam, those vests they wear that read "How may I help you?" on the back? They don't mean that!
What a pain.
Sam, those vests they wear that read "How may I help you?" on the back? They don't mean that!
What a pain.
I checked out Amazon and they have far more variety, plus customer reviews, plus prices the same or LOWER than Walhole, plus super-saving shipping which gives me free shipping.
So, I ordered my preliminary list of camping must-haves from the comfort and convenience of my own home. Take THAT you Chinese so-called capitalists! ;)
I checked out Amazon and they have far more variety, plus customer reviews, plus prices the same or LOWER than Walhole, plus super-saving shipping which gives me free shipping.
So, I ordered my preliminary list of camping must-haves from the comfort and convenience of my own home. Take THAT you Chinese so-called capitalists! ;)
ha HA! Take that and that and that!
Years and years ago my ex and I tried to order all our christmas presents online. It was a disaster. Online shopping
now? So convenient, and they compete so I think you get pretty good service.
I checked out Amazon and they have far more variety, plus customer reviews, plus prices the same or LOWER than Walhole, plus super-saving shipping which gives me free shipping.
So, I ordered my preliminary list of camping must-haves from the comfort and convenience of my own home. Take THAT you Chinese so-called capitalists! ;)
If you don't mind visiting more than one place you can pick it all up for a fraction and often get superior equipment to boot. Dick's Sporting Goods has fantastic sales on equipment. Loooove our sleeping bags and they were only $20 each because they were old models.
must be, because I have people buy scrip for it and we don't even have one nearby. I heard a rumor one's coming,,though, so I'll be sure to check it out. We have MC Sports which is crap and Dunhams which is crapper -that may just be the staff, though, who are so bad they're infamous among my friends!
Their flyers are always temping in the Sunday paper. Lot's of impressive deals. But I've heard bad things about the store here. Crappy help.
If you don't mind visiting more than one place you can pick it all up for a fraction and often get superior equipment to boot. Dick's Sporting Goods has fantastic sales on equipment. Loooove our sleeping bags and they were only $20 each because they were old models.
Thanks for the tip, Lookout! Owing to my financial circumstances, I have to be as frugal as possible. I still need stuff like cast iron cooking implements, an old timey percolator that will stand up to a campfire, folding chairs and small tables, water containers of various sizes, an ax, a tow chain or rope.. The list seems endless.
Plus, I'd like to buy good tires for the Toyota.
I need to get back on senior citizens meet.com and find myself a sugar daddy! :yelgreedy:biggrinlo
Dicks started in Binghamton. They used to be pretty awesome especially if you were into fishing or waited for a shoe sale. Dick himself would help you in the fishing department. Now that they've gone big chain they are the usual faceless outfit, who'll burn you on prices if you are not very careful.
Dicks started in Binghamton. They used to be pretty awesome especially if you were into fishing or waited for a shoe sale. Dick himself would help you in the fishing department. Now that they've gone big chain they are the usual faceless outfit, who'll burn you on prices if you are not very careful.
And that sums up the problem with "big Dick" thinking.
Right after the big Dick died you could begin tracing the trouble to top management bean-counters.
Right after the big Dick died you could begin tracing the trouble to top management bean-counters.
*snort*
You're on smashing good form today Griff.
Another dog bit by a rattlesnake in the back yard.
you need to get rid of those mother f$%^in' snakes in your mother f$%^in' backyard! :eyebrow:
I thought I did when I killed that big assed mother (16 rattles) 2 weeks or so ago. This is the second time one of my dogs got bit. I skinned the last one and I am about to go out and start hunting this one.
Merc, you need a pet mongoose. When you finish the snake round up you oughtta have enough to start on that new house of yours...
♪ ♫ Who do you love? ♪ ♫
You skinned the dog? Was it still alive?
Yeah, Merc started with waterboarding but the dog just wouldn't talk.
Hey, that was a misunderstanding.
Merc asked him how he liked his cuddles, and he replied "ruff!"
Turns out the vet thinks it was one of our many Copperheads not a rattlesnake. Less Neurotoxin. I commented to the wife that she did not drool and stumble like the last dog that got bit and today she is significantly better. Vet said copperheads only have one neurotoxin and the rattlesnakes have 3 or 4. So make sense. Other than the swollen neck and obvious bite marks you would never know that she had been bit. Near normal behavior. Would have put a grown person in the ICU for 3 days. Dogs, got to love them.
Good to hear! Glad doggie is ok.
I can't believe the turn around. Other than the swelling and bite marks you would never know she had been bitten. Well good for her, back home to child's house in the am. Sorry that happened child but all is well that ends well... I would have hated to call with worse news.
A moccasin bit a cat at work a while back. He died before he could walk 30 feet.
Maybe your dog is really a honey badger.
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Let's not watch that with the kids. NOT A REAL nature program...
Here's another version with a different narrator, for those who want something more kid-friendly.
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The 'rents are home.
I guess we have to learn to live with eachother again.
Good news is they go away again Friday 27th.
Got the Cooperhead today. Pics to follow. 3 feet long. Killed in my wood pile.
wow, mercy...
I understand keeping your territory safe, especially with your dogs and people wanting to be in your yard... but I think it's so amazing that you have such awesome predators in your yard. I'm glad everyone's safe.
Got the Cooperhead today. Pics to follow. 3 feet long. Killed in my wood pile.
Collect the whole set!
Collect the whole set!
No shit!
My azalias, mock orange, peonies, iris, and an unknown groundcover are all in bloom this week, and we're in the middle of 5 or 6 days of rain.
The fact that I am misappropriating my time so exponentially when I have an assignment due next Thursday which I have barely started. I'm sure it won't be that hard, but it will be time-consuming so I HAVE TO get on to it SOON.
but first, I'll check the cellar
hmmm yeah, I was just checking my email (90 minutes ago) and wasn't going to check the cellar until after I got the laundry going....... I blame infi.
I'm scared to check my mail. I haven't looked at it for about a week. Gawd only knows what has spawned in cyberspace and taken up residence, hiding somewhere in my spam list. :eek:
but first, I'll check the cellar
I've just had a fairly solid go at about half of the quizzes and got them about 95% wrong...I'm meant to call the course co-ordinators tomorrow to sort out any issues, but when getting it right is based on 6 billion rules which I still haven't got my head around, any question aside from "explain everything" and "oh, can you change the assignment to multiple choice with a function that allows me to keep on ticking checkboxes until correct flashes up" is going to be next to useless (well for me)
casi, what is it that you do, exactly? Something to do with languages, travel and an aussie uni is about all I've gleaned....
and that last bit sounds like she is writing test taking software
Standard answer to this question of what I'm doing at the moment goes like this:
Every year the Australian Government grants 300 scholarships to Indonesians so that they can do their Masters and PhDs in Australia (they've upped the number slightly this year). As a condition of being granted a student visa, the candidates need to get a particular score in an English language test and depending on their language level when they are accepted, they need to attend 6 or 8 weeks or 3, 6 or 9 months of pre-departure language/cross-cultural training so that they're able to cope with the Australian university environment on arrival. So at the moment, I'm teaching the first 3 months of the pre-departure language training for a group of students on a 6 month program. Aside from that, the place that I work at also offers preparation courses for the language test in question. Seeing that it's mostly Australian tax dollars that pay my salary, I am officially a public servant (if I remember correctly I signed that I would abide by the law relating to the transportation of plutonium WTF...hmmm actually not so bizarre-more emails from the embassy today regarding the "level of danger"), so part of my contract for this job specifies that I must be doing some kind of study. Sometime last century, straight after I finished my undergraduate degree, I started a Library and Info Management Grad Dip which I only did 3/4 of. I thought that if I had to study, I may as well finish something I'd already started, so that's what I'm up to at the moment. The current subject is cataloguing using MARC21 which involves a whole of knowing where to put $ and # and various bits of punctuation. Yesterday before leaving work I printed off the MARC standards which lists every single consideration that needs to be taken into account when cataloguing-86 pages. In theory, it's all quite straight forward, but you have to work out which rule is applicable to which piece of information.
The pep talk the course co-ordinators gave us via the web was that it was like learning a new language so it required practice...fair enough...doesn't particularly increase my enthusiasm for it though.
Oh it doesn't sound like fun, but at least should be doable. All the best with it. We will always need libraria/ info management people. well at least until 6pm tomorrow. Which is in a couple of hours for you, right? ;)
Thanks. I have a full free weekend ahead of me with no work committments so am going to start working on it again...right after I've caught up on all the posts that interest me.
Cant sign on to YouTube. I registered a few years ago and cant remember my password, of course. And even though it keeps telling me I already have an account, it doesn't recognize either of my email accounts. I'm stuck.
In one of those weird coincidences that the small city of Adelaide is famous for, quite a few of those students Casi is currently teaching will arrive at my university where they will have a four week academic orientation program, part of which will be taught by ... yours truly.
Hey, this gives me an idea for a smuggling ring. Hmmmmm...
Zen mate, I noticed yesterday that your uni was on the news yesterday.
Only the finance department. C'mon, isn't it normal to take a year to notice that someone has nicked $27,000,000?
With a pine forest, a lake and a second to none view of the sunset over the ocean, the finance department would be so relaxed that $27,000,000 would be but a minor hiccup.
Time to stop misappropriating my time and go and do some more quizzes which I will get 0% for.
Only the finance department. C'mon, isn't it normal to take a year to notice that someone has nicked $27,000,000?
Nicked? Around here we say "Flinder's Keepers"
Cant sign on to YouTube. I registered a few years ago and cant remember my password, of course. And even though it keeps telling me I already have an account, it doesn't recognize either of my email accounts. I'm stuck.
you can use your facebook account if you have one
Nicked? Around here we say "Flinder's Keepers"
:D
Nicked? Around here we say "Flinder's Keepers"
:D x 2
I'm flesh and bone and blood and sweat and tears and I have feelings and thoughts and I'm not even made of steel. What's that you say? Not?
Wrong.
Bzzzzzzzzz.
I underpaid my taxes in 2009. My fault. I have arranged auto payments for the balance. Paid this years taxes of about $500 dollars and everything is ready to go. That's not the annoying part.
This week, I get another letter from the IRS to sign and return this voucher so they can finish processing my return and that I agree to all charges and penalties and I will not be able to contest anything in a tax court if I wished to. ANNOYING!
I've already signed the papers, agreed to payments, received confirmation on the acceptance of my offer. They have my prior signatures, my bank account info. They can proceed as agreed but I am not signing anything else for penalties and FUTURE charges, they may tack on later. My understanding of the IRS is, they don't NEED my signature to charge me penalties. I feel like they just want to tie my hands and that really pisses me off. :mad2:
So thanks, I just needed to rant.
you can use your facebook account if you have one
Ah Ha!
THANKS!
I do, I'm hardly ever on it though. Nice to know its going to be of some use now. Now I have to figure out how to do that. BRB.
In one of those weird coincidences that the small city of Adelaide is famous for, quite a few of those students Casi is currently teaching will arrive at my university where they will have a four week academic orientation program, part of which will be taught by ... yours truly.
You'll recognise my students-they'll be the ones who look guilty every time they forget to use third person singular or put the 's' on what should be a plural.
It's hot and humid and I'm tired and it's unattractive to whine, so I'll stop now. :yeldead:
It's too tiring to whine!
I just shoveled out a winters worth of goat poo in this humidity so I'm feeling ya.
My husband being away so I have to get up both days on the weekend when Max gets out of bed. Not so bad in the summer, but now winter is pretty much upon us, it really sux.
.... I'm feeling ya.
Transferring this bit to the "what's making me happy today" thread.
Another day of "shit your pants" weather! :speechls:
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Gusts of wind up to 40mph (tame in tornado country, I know), dust storms - I can see a big one blowing in from the west right now - and tomorrow, rain or snow depending on your elevation. Lovely finally on Tuesday when everyone has to go back to work. :mad:
Maybe you could sell them on Craig's List.
Mild irritation. A colleague called in sick, meaning I had to do a one-hour seminar presentation on short notice. Not too hard, just recycled a lecture on the same topic I gave four months ago. Got the hand-outs and such organised in time.
More significant irritation. Total attendance at the seminar: one. One lousy, measly stinkin student. I still had to do it. :p
Thats what you get for not being done with the semester already! Damn. Well, I'm sure that student learned a lot. :P
So did you sit down with a coffee to impart the info Zen, or did you maintain your professionalism? lol
Mild irritation. A colleague called in sick, meaning I had to do a one-hour seminar presentation on short notice. Not too hard, just recycled a lecture on the same topic I gave four months ago. Got the hand-outs and such organised in time.
More significant irritation. Total attendance at the seminar: one. One lousy, measly stinkin student. I still had to do it. :p
:mad: on your behalf.
Did the student sit at the back of the room?
Bank holiday. One day holiday may mean a three day delay in the return of my passport from embassy (a) before I can apply for a second visa from embassy (b) to go travelling. Flights already booked - departing 11th June. Cutting it fine :^(
I've put on about 10 pounds because of my meds.
I'm not really sure, but I have had a vague feeling of unease all day.
I can't seem to settle to anything and feel generally unhappy, as if I've just had some bad news, or there is something coming up that I am dreading. Neither of which is true, but I keep probing the feeling to be sure.
Payday tomorrow.
Never enough money to go round. But I should be looking forward to it, as it's an opportunity to go out, even if it mostly means standing in queues to pay installments.
Do you think it's possible to have a premonition of something insignificant?
I might be having a psychic insight into my haircut tomorrow.
I'll let you know. Off for a cup of tea now.
It solves most disturbances in the ether.
I've put on about 10 pounds because of my meds.
Lightweight. Try 70.
I'd be dead. The extra ten makes me 40 over my fighting weight.
Lightweight. Try 70.
I feel your pain.
Besides the extra poundage chemo/steroid therapy laid on my ass, the premature menopause pounds laid it on me, too.
When they told me I had cancer, I was like - cool! Now I'll get all skinny! And they told me, no...er, as a matter of fact, most breast cancer patients GAINED weight. How is this right? Everyone knows the bonus of CA is to lose weight!
I'm not really sure, but I have had a vague feeling of unease all day.
I can't seem to settle to anything and feel generally unhappy, as if I've just had some bad news, or there is something coming up that I am dreading. Neither of which is true, but I keep probing the feeling to be sure.
Payday tomorrow.
Never enough money to go round. But I should be looking forward to it, as it's an opportunity to go out, even if it mostly means standing in queues to pay installments.
Do you think it's possible to have a premonition of something insignificant?
I might be having a psychic insight into my haircut tomorrow.
I'll let you know. Off for a cup of tea now.
It solves most disturbances in the ether.
I have this feeling, too. For all of today and yesterday. I'm not getting a haircut; but the lack of funds, the pervasive 'ick' feeling, vague-baby jealous feelings about people who used to be in my life and aren't any more and I know not to compare myself but I am, all that shite.
....I do like your advice about tea, though. Maybe I'll try it
I've been feeling uncomfortable too, but it's not vague. I know it's my heart that's making me feeling uncomfortable. Occasionally I'd feel a pang in my heart then the momentum of discomfort starts. I've been smoking more, which makes my heart feels worse. At times, I would feel the pressure up to my head, and at its worse, I'd hear a ringing in my ear. So, yesterday, I smoked less and all morning, I didn't smoke. My heart still feels uncomfortable. Finally thought of measuring my blood pressure. BP is a bit elevated, but not high by the norm standard. My hr is 91. That explains the discomfort. Anyone knows a technique to bring the heart rate down? In the meantime, I'll try having a cup of tea like Sundae and Brianna. Oh, btw, I've been jogging 3, 4 days straight before starting P90X on Monday. Exercise helps bring down heart rate, that I've been doing. Hmm...maybe it takes time.
Jogging 3 or 4 days straight would do it: that's like 72 to 96 hours of jogging without rest!
Hahah...true...true....All I probably need is sleep! :p:
You could be dehydrated. That reduces your blood volume and makes your heart work harder - or so I've read.
You could also be over-training.
I know for sure I'm not over-training. But you may be right with the dehydrated part. Let me go grab a tall glass of water. :D
It's fucking hot.
And my thunderstorm that is supposed to bring me cool sweet relief is late.
It's not happening; the line of storms that passed through missed us, and drier air follows it.
At least the temps will be below 70 tonight.
It's not happening; the line of storms that passed through missed us, and drier air follows it.
At least the temps will be below 70 tonight.
What, no tornado?
Us (we?) three Strawberry Festival Co-Queens forgot to show up for our planned activities at the Strawberry Festival this year. Somehow, the festival went on without us! Hmmmph.
Sorry, Sundae and Bri...I forgot all about it until I drove to my 'rents house on Sunday. :)
My berries woulda perished in this heat!
I stayed home and kept my berries nice and cool. :queen:
Too. Damn. Hot.
Summer movies.
I will be working approximately 13 hours on Friday, 15 if you count the drive, because we have graduation...in the stifling heat.
So I thought if there were a decent movie playing I'd treat myself to the first matinee of the day on Saturday (only 4 dollar and fitty cent) at the local cinema. I was looking at the list of movies...no, no, no...then saw Super 8 is playing! Oh yeah, I want to see that.
Showtime? Only one...12:01 a.m.
Rats.
I am annoyed you all are getting hot sweltering weather. It is a mild 75 today for the high. ( that's later, right before the sun sets, probably) It's 45 right now.
No, summer should be for opening the windows wide at 7am, not huddled in your winter robe.:mad2:<--grr face :)
It's still Spring. It shouldn't be 100 today, but it will be. It's supposed to be 80 this time of year. I would LOVE 75.
wow, 100. sauna. I like dry high heat ( or low humidity cold too ) but I would trade, gladly.
It's been in the 90s with heat indices in the 100s. Air advisories. Funny, one of the highway marquees was flashing "air advisory...refuel after 6 pm" and when I refueled on my way home at 7:30 I was the only car in a typically crowded gas station off the interstate.
funny..sort of
I imagine everyone was home, fanning themselves and drinking iced tea.
I'm a dum bass.
So if I change the DAY on the movie site, to Saturday, there is an early showing.
But it's at 11:10 and I might not be awake yet. I kid you not. :rolleyes:
funny..sort of
I imagine everyone was home, fanning themselves and drinking iced tea.
from the newsbreak-- as high as 104 in Oklahoma. Maximum security prisons haven't had air conditioning for four days. offering ice and extra showers instead. Sounds perfectly miserable.
i don't miss those days.
eta: then again, most prisons (in texas anyway) don't have A/C in the dorms.
You must be working too hard philthy. I was wondering where you were. :eyebrow:
Pain - pain in my lower abdomen. Its more than mildly irritating me at the moment. I need to go back to the Drs and let them finish their Celiacs/Diverticulitis tests.
I dont want to have to change my eating habits..I love chocolate and bread and milk.
I hate my guts
This morning I was attempting to iron these stupid capris (crappies) that I didn't realize would be such a hassle when I bought them.
I was thinking that a specific hell for me would be having to iron over and over and over. I HATE ironing. So I thought a good thread would be "Hell's Chores" and ask what YOUR specific chore in hell would be.
I unplugged the iron, and was near it again...had to be 10 or more minutes later...to shut the window that's by the ironing boards. My elbow hit the iron and it was still hot as, well, hell.
I'm going to have a seething scarring blister. I tried to hold my cold diet coke can in my lap with my elbow on it as I drove to work, then I got thirsty.
Hell's Chores?
Hand washing all the damn water bottles we have. There are always like 3-4 water bottles sitting on the counter next to the sink waiting to be washed. They are too big for the dishwasher. Can't get your hand in there, the lids are all awkward. I can do it, but I hate it.
It's not easy being "green".
Sylvester Q Puddytat has developed a tendency to dash out the door before I can catch him and spending an evening out on the town. Sometimes he doesn't get home until the next morning, all blurry eyed and smelling of catnip. Since he's mostly black, he's all but impossible to see at night, and I worry about possible encounters between him and a car.
So, I got him a nice bright florescent pink cat collar and put it on him. He flipped out immediately and ran and hid behind some boxes I have stored in a closet. He has been there for almost 24 hours now except for sudden mad dashes around the house and then a return to the closet. Now and then he meows loudly for 10 minutes or so. I guess he thinks he's caught in a trap or something.
I've tried to catch him to remove the offending collar, but he's too quick for me. Right now I don't know what I feel the most - guilt over unwittingly subjecting him to 24 hours of torture or annoyance over his freaky behavior.
He's gotta calm down, SOMETIME, right? :thepain:
I totally fret about letting Turbo outside. I wont let him do it. I've lost so many cats that way. He slipped out once without me knowing it, but he was meowing to be let back in pretty quickly because it was raining. If only I could be sure that he would just stay in the yard.
Stupid war!!
I'm over it, I hate hearing about people's loved ones being injured or killed, I hate the boy being over there ...stupid time zones mean I hear news of attacks and deaths and spend all day freaking out until I hear from him....then I feel guilty for being relieved it wasnt him.
3 more months, then he's back, then he's gone again.
I'm not really irritated but more like annoyed but can't find that thread so I'm putting it here. I have an old attache briefcase where I put my permanent documents, such as college degrees, citizenship docs, etc. I took it out and when I tried to open it, only the left side would snap open. The right side seems jammed or something. I need to open it. :thepain:
1. Spray WD40. Wait ten minutes.
2. Realign and jiggle all fittings. Try opening.
3. Keep trying to open while jiggling all components.
4. Gradually increase force used in trying to open.
5. Continue increasing force used. It will open. It may not close again afterwards, but if it wasn't opening, it was broken anyway.
1. Spray WD40. Wait ten minutes.
2. Realign and jiggle all fittings. Try opening.
3. Keep trying to open while jiggling all components.
4. Gradually increase force used in trying to open.
5. Continue increasing force used. It will open. It may not close again afterwards, but if it wasn't opening, it was broken anyway.
When I was camping in Yosemite the ranger told me a story about a guy who brought a "bear proof" ice chest. The ranger asked him what made it bear proof. The guy answered that the latch was so complicated that a bear would never be able to open it. The ranger registered his skepticism but told the guy there was nothing he could do to stop him from using it.
The next day The ranger stopped by the campsite to see how the guy made out. And, he was right, the bear couldn't undo the latch, so it undid the hinges.
ZenGum: Thanks. I'll try that. :)
Foot3: :lol: Funny story...
I LOVE the smell of WD40!! and RP7.
:lol: Ducks you are the awesomest sheila ever.
Hell's Chores?
Hand washing all the damn water bottles we have. There are always like 3-4 water bottles sitting on the counter next to the sink waiting to be washed. They are too big for the dishwasher. Can't get your hand in there, the lids are all awkward. I can do it, but I hate it.
Get one of these, they're awesome
1. Spray WD40. Wait ten minutes.
2. Realign and jiggle all fittings. Try opening.
3. Keep trying to open while jiggling all components.
4. Gradually increase force used in trying to open.
5. Continue increasing force used. It will open. It may not close again afterwards, but if it wasn't opening, it was broken anyway.
I was gonna try this after morning. However, my nephew got impatient waiting for me to get the "oil" out so he decided to try and open it himself. When I finally brought the briefcase out, one side was unlocked and could not be pushed back in. That's when my mom decided to tell me my nephew was turning the numbers on the combination. Grrr.....I don't remember the combination! It was left on the right combo and forgotten many, many years ago. So, I sat there trying all the combos. Luckily I remembered the first number and even more lucky, the second number turned out to be a 3. And for some reason, the right side popped open effortlessly. No WD40 needed. :D
Dead fucking horses and negativity. Constantly. Over and over and over and over and over...
What time is the next train out of Romper Room? All a-fucking-board, crying man.
The thread drift from Horse Sitting to Horse Fucking will be departing from Platforn 3, passengers needing to post images of anal manipulation should sit in the last three carriages which will be detached at Intolerably Irritating
Horse hockey!
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In approx 2 hours I should have been at a staff BBQ, but it's been cancelled.
The moaning minnies in my class were up in arms about the time and date, "Come back into work on a Friday?! I've got better things to do thank you!"
But it was being thrown as a thank-you and I was really looking forward to it.
You had to bring your own drinks, but I bet they've have provided some plonk and softies for the kids (offspring of staff were invited - partners weren't!)
We were going to play rounders first - and even though my throwing and catching skills are appalling, I'd have played. I used to be chosen quite early for rounders when I was at school because it was acknowledged I could run and also I suppose because I really cared. The running certainly doesn't apply, but I'm still enthusiastic despite my ice-age pace.
And then free food and a laugh and a joke and a chance to talk to people I don't see often - Key Stage 1 and 2 have different breaks, and although lunchtime overlaps, I'm supervising for half of it.
I'm disappointed, sure.
But I'm also mildly irritated as it was cancelled due to the weather.
Today.
Yes, we've had showers, but we've had sunshine and showers for the last four days.
None of them have been heavy or lasted for more than five minutes.
The school has gazebos and could have set one up for the actual BBQ, and in case of a shower we could have eaten in the hall.
It's not like school staff will wander off without tidying up after themselves.
And we're English!
Well, British. We all live under the same weather after all. And people in the teaching profession do not expect 5 star corporate hospitality. Talk about people who epitomise make-do-and-mend.
Had this been an occasion to woo some high-flying sponsors from Abu Dhabi, then I could appreciate the caution, also the late cancellation would be even more impolite. But it's not. It's us. And it's been postponed until next Friday. So none of the moaners will come (again!) and the weather is not guaranteed to be any better.
Sorry. I had to get that out. I've been listening to three people gloat over the cancellation all day, as they never intended to come but are defensive about it. But it was going to be the highlight of my week (sob!) so I had to tell someone.
And that was you.
plonk
2 buck Chuck
and softies for the kids
pop/soda/coke (I'm hoping ....never heard this term in this context before......
We were going to play rounders first
like baseball but with no uniform and few rules.
Key Stage 1 and 2
Bizarrre PC educational speak
have different breaks,
recess periods
we could have eaten in the hall.
auditorium/cafeteria
Thanks for the translation Monster.
When I think it's not neccessary is when it's most useful.
I had no idea how many terms I used were English-English.
Key Stage 1 and 2 are what used to be Junior and Middle schools.
I grew up in a Combined school (children from 4-12) but many of my subsequent friends didn't.
Nothing to do with Political Correctness, just a standardised way to unite different systems.
Minor irritation today.
Reports about Prince William and Catherine (or Kate) Middleton.
No. You mean the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge.
Now I'm not fussed about Royalty or titles, but it's just good mannners to use the name someone has agreed to. Catherine Middleton no longer exists. If you don't agree with titles then she is Kate Wales. But if you have no interest in titles or Royalty then why are you reporting on it?
Neither the British nor the American people are too stupid to work out (with photo accompaniment) that the Duchess of Cambridge was previously known as Kate Middleton. And is not now.
Etiquette has many unnecessary rules. Simple good manners should carry you through any situation. And calling someone by their chosen name falls into that catergory.
She should be addressed as Your Royal Highness, being in line to the throne.
If she were simply a Duchess it would be Your Grace.
But not, and never, by her maiden name.
Nothing PC about 'Keystage'. It's just a designation of levels.
I don't think we get confused sundae.
A break, a stage,a hall and drinks all have the same meaning here and since you used those terms within a very well drawn out context, it isn't hard to imagine, typed in English no less,so it was no great challenge to draw conclusions.
The manager of the Bates Motel and her hubby are off to the big city for 4 days. They are leaving the motel hound, Carson, with me. Now, I like dogs. I think they're great. I've even owned a few dogs and loved them madly. But Carson has deep psychological problems. He ACTS like a dog who lives in the Bates Motel. He suffers from the most severe case of seperation anxiety I have ever seen. This manifests itself by non-stop whining 24/7 and attempted breaks for freedom everytime I open the gate between the front desk and the lobby.
I have tried in this order: Lots of petting and reassuring words; more petting and walkies; and still more petting and chewie toys paid for out of my own pocket. None of these work, so after about two hours of non stop whining, I finally lose my temper and give Carson a lecture about his bad behavior in a very stern voice. Carson knows he done wrong. He flattens his ears to his head and crawls on his belly toward me. I feel like a shit being so mean to him, but it's the only thing that shuts him up - for an hour or so. Then it all starts again.
I am considering giving Carson his own room. The one next to motel maintenance guy would be perfect. :cool:
It's emotional manipulation on Carson's part. You have to keep on showing him that you are the alpha male and he is only a pack member. I bet if you disappear for a bit after giving him a lecture and then come back, he will be incredibly pleased to see you.
Unlikely to be useful for this situation, but anyway:
I've read in a couple of different places that the more liberties you allow dogs, the further they think they are up the pecking order. One example was that if you allow a dog into the bedroom and onto the bed, they believe that they are the alpha male of the pack and will treat you as if you are further down the line.
For the same reason, apparently, a dog's food should be prepared before the humans eat their meal, put in a place where the dog can see, but not eat it (i.e.up on a bench) and then the dog should be made to wait until the humans have finished eating. Once the humans have finished, the dog should be allowed to eat, but for a period of 15 minutes only. If not all the food is eaten within the time frame, then the food should be taken away. The rationale behind this is that in the wild, a dog would have to wait its turn in the pecking order before being allowed to eat and then it would have one shot to eat. The opportunity to graze on the food wouldn't exist.
Thanks for the useful information on canines, Casi. Carson was actually pretty good yesterday. I think he hadn't realized yet that Mom and Dad have abandoned him for a couple days. We'll see how it goes this morning.
Casi's info is more helpful than my suggestion which would be to just let Carson go out and about. Let him follow his bliss.
When the boss comes back maybe Carson is there maybe not. I'm so sorry. (shit happens)
But that's just me.
When the boss comes back maybe Carson is there maybe not. I'm so sorry. (shit happens)
Sam, is Carson like a member of the family to the motel owners?
48 hours of work starting at 7 am, followed by 10 more at job 3. Ugggggg... It's going to be a long week.
have fun merc!! i know about those long hours!!!
sam, feed carson tylenol pm.
my phone was stolen last night. i replaced my a/c in the ford, again, only this time i documented it to post in the what i did today thread. now some crackhead can go through the pics and change his own gd airconditioner. if he has one. won't be mobile til at least tuesday afternoon. fmr.
I don't think we get confused sundae.
A break, a stage,a hall and drinks all have the same meaning here and since you used those terms within a very well drawn out context, it isn't hard to imagine, typed in English no less,so it was no great challenge to draw conclusions.
If you see a sense of humor in a yard sale, I suggest you snap it up! Whatever the price.
Nothing PC about 'Keystage'. It's just a designation of levels.
but means nothing to anyone outside of that system.....
what levels? Why not name them something that outsiders can understand?
Sounds like a PC term to me.....
sam, feed carson tylenol pm
Tylenol is toxic to canines I am sure you are not suggesting she poison this dog? :eyebrow:
Some dogs just have bad temperament from random breeding. Some have separation anxiety and this is one product I know works on some dogs, I have rescued some that had this problem. Next time Carson's owners leave and want you to watch the dog suggest that they purchase this item so you won't have to accidentally do what F3 suggested ;)
Thundershirt
http://www.google.com/products/catalog?q=Thunder+shirt&um=1&ie=UTF-8&tbm=shop&cid=16911849983885284268&sa=X&ei=YacjTsaQO8-ltwfy1JGuAw&ved=0CGQQ8wIwAwTylenol is toxic to canines I am sure you are not suggesting she poison this dog? :eyebrow:
nah, poor attempt at humor while pissed off about my phone being stolen.....
but means nothing to anyone outside of that system.....
what levels? Why not name them something that outsiders can understand?
Sounds like a PC term to me.....
It's not 'PC' it's just a technical term within teaching. Anybody involved in education understands the term. Anyone with a child in education understands the term. It makes it a hell of a lot easier to measure schools' performance when they're all on the same scale.
don't you hate it when you call a friend and hope everything is alright between y'all but only to find out that, no, they are still obviously pissed and can't forgive?
Perhaps it's forgiven but not forgotten. There's a saying, "You fooled me once, shame on you. You fooled my twice, shame on me." Sometimes you (a general you here) must put yourself into other people's shoes to sympathize. Try to understand the hurt that was done and the trust that needs to be regained.
Should spectators wear safety goggles here? :eek:
Nopes, we all can chill :blunt: and have some :beer: .... :D
Should spectators wear safety goggles here? :eek:
With the current participants, I reckon we can leave the safety googles off.
I'll say it again, I can feel there's a lot of love in the room.
I think you've been duly warned about feeling everyone else's 'love.'
;)
Sometimes, it gets kind of lonely out here on the internet...
:lol:
Like the lonely cowboy, riding fences
Dwellars do their special dances
Finding care in special ways
Getting through the lonely days
Today, for some unknown reason, everyone that works with me has some little extra thing they need, and only I can help them with it. It's good to be needed.....but fuck, people... take a number!
Today, for some unknown reason, everyone that works with me has some little extra thing they need, and only I can help them with it. It's good to be needed.....but fuck, people... take a number!
Try this out next time someone comes asking for help,
lean back in your chair and look them right in the eye while you massage your nipple while telling them that it makes you kind of sparkly when they ask for your help "that way" then wink.
You should be left alone at least until HR calls you in.
Won't work. I tried it last week and there were 30 people lined up outside my office, waiting to see me.
Won't work. I tried it last week and there were 30 people lined up outside my office, waiting to see me.
You weren't wearing your JimHelm mask were you?
Was I not supposed to? :confused:
today: system up system down system up record lock call help desk system up system down software lock start over system up system down...
Try this out next time someone comes asking for help,
lean back in your chair and look them right in the eye while you massage your nipple while telling them that it makes you kind of sparkly when they ask for your help "that way" then wink.
You should be left alone at least until HR calls you in.
Won't work. I tried it last week and there were 30 people lined up outside my office, waiting to see me.
Maybe they want to see you all "sparkly." ;)
infi's system is doing the hokey pokey
butt fuck, people... take a number!
Is that what they wanted?
today: system up system down system up record lock call help desk system up system down software lock start over system up system down...
PC LOAD LETTER?
WHAT THE FUCK IS PC LOAD LETTER?
(I got a surprising amount done even with the downtime, but not nearly what I wanted to get done. Ha, and the auditors are here and I had to keep logging Audit Man back in about every half hour.)
WHAT THE FUCK IS PC LOAD LETTER?
(I got a surprising amount done even with the downtime, but not nearly what I wanted to get done. Ha, and the auditors are here and I had to keep logging the Bobs back in about every half hour.)
have fun merc!! i know about those long hours!!
I survived. Turned into 58 hours after I went to another job. A 12 hour break and back in the grind for 8 more, a 16 hour break and back into a 24+10 hour session. Life goes on.....
I STILL haven't finished the gazillion page form that the government wants me to fill out to attempt to qualify for voc rehab training. I am supposed to list in stunning detail every step I propose to take toward re-training for the next 3 years - I kid you not. I must also include estimates for all costs involved, no matter how great or how small. Hell, the program (through the University of Northern Arizona) hasn't even accepted me yet, nor have they informed me regarding any financial aid I might qualify for. I have been trying to reach the voc rehab worker who is responsible for a population of 30,000 workers or would be workers in my area. Love those budget cuts, especially when they prevent people from getting help to free themselves from Uncle Sam's assistance programs.
I'd like to dump the Colorado legislature out here on the desert all by themselves so they could see up close and personal how much fun it is to make your way in a region of the state that has 13% unemployment and climbing.
The heat wave is here. Today 97 (36C), tomorrow 100 (38C).
That's fine, but what really gets to me is the overnight low temperature of 80 (27C). That's just unreasonable.
We're on...Day 3 or 4? It's pure hell.
Heat indices 110 or higher. One can barely breathe outside. It's so humid that sweat pours off you the second you walk out the door!
I want to go swimming, real swimming in a quarry where the temp isn't artificially kept at body temperature and you may as well take a bath. Cold and clear. Yep. That's what I want.
I feel a little bad. We're dropping my daughter off at camp on Saturday. It's in the mountains, and there's a lake, but there is no AC. I hope it cools down a bit next week. I can imagine her lying in a bunk in a hot stuffy cabin just sweating in the stifling heat.
There are (or at least were as of about 7 years ago) old dorms on the A&M campus here in Texas that still have no air conditioning.
I know it sounds impossible, but you really do get used to it. (And then when you get back, you wonder why in the hell everyone wants to keep the house so cold...) She's going to find herself drinking a lot of water though.
So, I went in for my interview for paper delivery lady this AM. Another hopeful aspirant for the job arrived a bit after I did, so we shot the breeze while we waited. Turned out that he has a family - wife and two small sons - and all he's been able to find around town is a part time job - 20 hours at minimum wage. I felt really bad for him and almost just split to give him a better shot at the job.
But then I thought, "Heck, I'm an old lady with a bad back, and he's a young, strong kid. No contest." So, I went into the interview anyway, since I was already there.
Tell you what - that publishing company is run by a bunch of vultures. They told me up front that it takes 7 hours to deliver all the papers - at least while you're learning the route - but the current delivery guy who is quitting does the whole route in 3 hours.
The paper pays a flat $90.00/week for 3 - 7 hours of work, 4 nights a week. The mileage adds up to about 200 miles/week.
Let's see. If I'm super girl, I only need to work 12 hours/week. My truck gets around 20 mpg which comes to 10 gallons of gas per week if I don't get lost or anything and add extra miles. Gas is roughly $4.00/gal around here, so that's $40.00/wk, leaving me with $50 remaining. $50/12 = $4.17/hour and that's if I can fly through the route like a bat out of hell. As for wear and tear on the truck? Whatever.
This is what happens if you live in a small town with 13% unemployment and in the middle of nowhere. :mad:
There's no help for it. I've got to get it together and move to Durango where they have real jobs that probably even pay the minimum wage. Housing is a bitch, but I could always go camp on the forest service land which is right outside of town.
I have to break my financial impasse SOMEHOW!
ugh, I'm sorry. You like gardening IIRC, can you start up a small plant raising business on the side, maybe? Or something like that?
ugh, I'm sorry. You like gardening IIRC, can you start up a small plant raising business on the side, maybe? Or something like that?
Yeah, I've considered that although it's kind of late to get a gardening gig going now. No one here would hire me, anyhow. Once again, there would be many more oportunities in Durango. I can also start my own rose business in Durango like what I used to have in the City. It would be a gamble, but I think there's enough money in Durango that I could pull it off.
I've already started packing. If I'm gonna go, it has to be soon. Stupid economy. Stupid Congress. Stupid, dishonest financial jerks.
OK, rant off. :mad2:
Awww....so sorry to hear about the job, Sam. If Durango is better, then move. Ok, I'm just saying that. I hope things will get better soon. :hug:
The heat wave is here. Today 97 (36C), tomorrow 100 (38C).
That's fine, but what really gets to me is the overnight low temperature of 80 (27C). That's just unreasonable.
I'm going on a 300 mile bike ride next week (Chicago to Detroit).
I hope it's going to be cool, with low humidity.
And a tail wind.
I've already started packing. If I'm gonna go, it has to be soon. Stupid economy. Stupid Congress. Stupid, dishonest financial jerks.
OK, rant off. :mad2:
Why don't you see if the Durango Community Shelter would take you in for a bit until you get a job?
I'm going on a 300 mile bike ride next week (Chicago to Detroit).
I hope it's going to be cool, with low humidity.
And a tail wind.
Hey cool, HLJ! Which route are you taking through Indiana? Maybe I could set up a little Cellar Pep Station for you on your way!
That would be so cool! :)
Hey cool, HLJ! Which route are you taking through Indiana? Maybe I could set up a little Cellar Pep Station for you on your way!
I don't know - my brother designed the route. We're probably going right under the lake.
We could avoid these triple-digit temperatures if we would just switch to the metric system.
I'm going on a 300 mile bike ride next week (Chicago to Detroit).
I hope it's going to be cool, with low humidity.
And a tail wind.
Will you go through Ann Arbor?
I feel a little bad. We're dropping my daughter off at camp on Saturday. It's in the mountains, and there's a lake, but there is no AC. I hope it cools down a bit next week. I can imagine her lying in a bunk in a hot stuffy cabin just sweating in the stifling heat.
Send a fan with her, that's what we did.
when my power went out last week (for four days) I used my silk Oriental fan that I bought for a buck in New Orleans. Best purchase evah.
Musquirt.
So the cafe and all its mini-cafe offspring have those big containers for condiments. Mustard separates, right? So you push the little handle and you get musquirt. It's disgusting. But I don't dare try to shake it, one of the haughty line cooks got mad at me for not showing due respect to the mustard dispenser. He said something about how they don't work right if...to which I replied that maybe they aren't such a great idea, then. At the very least someone could shake it once a day. I've worked in college cafeteria...attention to detail my friends, attention to detail.
I like mustard on chicken tenders. I don't want the Dijon Beijing Relished Mustardo Extraordinaire with Real Peanuts and Barbed Wire. I just want mustard.
Musquirt.
So the cafe and all its mini-cafe offspring have those big containers for condiments. Mustard separates, right? So you push the little handle and you get musquirt. It's disgusting. But I don't dare try to shake it, one of the haughty line cooks got mad at me for not showing due respect to the mustard dispenser. He said something about how they don't work right if...to which I replied that maybe they aren't such a great idea, then. At the very least someone could shake it once a day. I've worked in college cafeteria...attention to detail my friends, attention to detail.
I like mustard on chicken tenders. I don't want the Dijon Beijing Relished Mustardo Extraordinaire with Real Peanuts and Barbed Wire. I just want mustard.
Is that what they call a Musquirt Ramble?
Rant, ramble...either works.
Will you go through Ann Arbor?
No, we'll miss it by about 10 miles.
Musquirt.
it's just vinegar and propylene glycol...
I have to go see my glycol in about 45 minutes, now that you mention it.
No, we'll miss it by about 10 miles.
Well that's bad planning! I woulda brought you beer.....
I'll take excessive heat for 600 Alex.
Well that's bad planning! I woulda brought you beer.....
I could try to convince my brother to take a side trip.
I've barely eaten all week and have not lost a single pound. Not even a part of one. I don't think my metabolism works at all!
I've barely eaten all week and have not lost a single pound. Not even a part of one. I don't think my metabolism works at all!
Well, there's the problem. When you don't eat, your body thinks you're starving so it switches to fat-conserving state so you can survive longer. ;) For my body, it usually takes at least a week for me to see any changes.
Yeah I know that. :) It still sux though. You'd think there'd have to be at least one upside to being sick. lol
Send a fan with her, that's what we did.
Thanks Spexx, that was an obvious idea in hindsight, but hadn't occurred to me. We got her a little clip on fan for her bunk bed. It pushes a surprising amount of air, and will be good for me to take to work after she gets back from camp.
This one time, at fanned camp...
I have to delay my camping trip a day because the truck needs new brake pads. Off to the mechanic we go. Grrrrrr! I'm never gonna get outta here!
Better to delay by a day than to end up with no brakes coming down Red Mountain pass.
How does our cafeteria routinely screw up fish?
If it's breaded, the breading is a rubbery lemon-tasting mess.
If it's baked, it has absolutely no flavor at all.
It's fish. How bad can anyone screw up fish?
Meh - fish is pretty easy to screw up.
Says the woman who can make a souffle but didn't get a jacket potato with beans right.
Mass catering is an under-appreciated art.
I see it five days a week in term time and I have to admit I am staggered by what they achieve.
Roast potatoes, Yorkshire Puddings, Goujons, Pies - check.
Anything topped with potato (Cottage Pie, Shepherd's Pie etc) Fail - the fat floats on top - gag.
And they change the veggie meal with no notice.
One of "my" girls was excited to be having cous cous. Oh no you don't. Veggie lasagna instead, which she really didn't like. And our Hindu pupil would sometimes be faced with a veggie substitution that had egg in it - even if he agreed to it, the checkout computer would show he couldn't have it. His parents took to giving him a "snack" (a filled chapatti) in case this happened.
In general they're brilliant though.
Usually they're pretty good. I just will avoid fish dishes from now on.
I worked in the cafeteria in college. Another of my younger self jobs that I loved. We had so much fun, but we worked hard.
Our ladies don''t make the food, it's shipped in from a larger school.
And they work hard and seem to have fun.
I'd be happy to scoff it.
Salad is an option every day and I am (rather stupidly) proud when my munchkins choose a vegetable or salad option. They eat more widely than I did at their age. Then again, our school dinner were teh grim.
I really miss those rectangular pizzas we got in HS. They were so awful they were awesome!
Mildly irritating me today?
Well, it's been building up. I'm supposed to be going on vacation starting on Monday, but it's still kind of up in the air. We're trying to get my father-in-law moved into a nursing home nearby from several states away, and are still going through the application process. I was hoping to have him all situated before heading off on vacation, but he hasn't even finished his application yet. He might not get in, and we might have to look elsewhere. Plus work is getting really busy. I can probably swing getting free for vacation, but I won't be able to relax because so much will be hanging over me while I'm gone.
So I'm thinking of cancelling the trip. I'll know in the next few days. At least everything is easy to cancel. We were just going to visit relatives and go camping and hiking. The kids will be disappointed though.
Maybe I'll just postpone it or shorten it or something. I don't like it when I'm not able to control my plans.
If you can minimize your stress, do it. Sometimes vacation is not a vacation at all.
For instance, in my case, the cost of the vacation adds stress that lasts longer than the memory of the pleasure it gives. I really hate that.
the world only rides on your shoulders if you let it Glatt !!!!!
Work wise , if this was scheduled in advance , Take the time !!!!!
If nothing else Help Dads get settled
Mildly irritating me today?
Well, it's been building up. I'm supposed to be going on vacation starting on Monday, but it's still kind of up in the air.
Maybe by Monday, you'll know what you can accomplish. I'm wishing for you some fun. If even a little.
Students, and the English language. Not a good mix.
There are three ways of spelling words that sound like whether. You wrote the word twice, and managed to use both wrong spellings.
And I'm not allowed to be sarcastic in this job.
I'm not sure weather the whether will be favourable tomorrow or not. ;)
What's mildly irritating you today?
I got a little rash, just *here*
I think it's from the heat.:redface:
So you got a little hasty there while you were in heat, just take your time in the future.
Students, and the English language. Not a good mix.
There are three ways of spelling words that sound like whether. You wrote the word twice, and managed to use both wrong spellings.
And I'm not allowed to be sarcastic in this job.
Seriously? Is that in the contract?
Heat.
Bloody heat here.
And humidity.
Bad mix for most people, especially bad for me. Why? Because I suffer the most okay, and I've got a badge to prove it.
Hot, fat, sweaty and on a diet.
And bored. Pissflaps.
Roll on 5th September.
It's finally below 90, but still so humid. It did storm last night which I loved.
Unlike Sundae, I will also bitch loudly when it's snowy, icy, and cold. Some of us (er, me) can't be pleased.
Oh, and sink still not fixed. He snaked it and it seemed to break through, but when he put the part on it still won't drain. I'm back to draining into a bucket, but at least I was able to do the dishes.
Now he thinks he needs to crawl around underneath and if the blockage is anywhere past my place's pipes it's the responsibility of the landowner.
Does anyone know?
It's always something. Nothing is ever easy. (insert favorite cliche meaning 'life, quit fucking with me on everything' here.)
Feeling a little nauseous, and vacation starts tommorrow at noon.
I'll follow you around with Pepto-Bismol if you'll take me along. ;)
Regarding the sink, another possibility is that something is blocking the vent pipe that comes up through the roof. Like maybe a bird's nest or something. Although usually that would lead to a sluggish drain, not a completely blocked drain.
omg I had no idea there was a pipe that did that! Yikes. I'll mention it to my friend. Thanks glatt.
Yeah, if you don't have vents, then you get a vacuum effect that will keep the water from draining well. So every fixture is connected to a vent pipe. Sometimes they can get blocked up above if an animal puts something in them.
Like the green pipes in this picture.
See what you can learn in the Cellar? :)
Yeah. Well, with a kitchen sink, it's more likely a grease build up. Or food or something else in the drain.
Unlike Sundae, I will also bitch loudly when it's snowy, icy, and cold. Some of us (er, me) can't be pleased.
I felt a bit mean when I read this. We have a temperate maritime climate. It really doesn't get ALL THAT cold or ALL That Hot.
And certainly not by the standards endured by Merkins & Aussies.
So I'm the whiner here.
Autotune.
If you have a good voice, you don't need it. If you need it, just don't sing. I'm tired of hearing it.
So I'm the whiner here.
It's what you are used to. If a person isn't acclimated to it, it will be harder for them.
When we have April heat waves in the high 80s, I'm miserable, because I expect it to be in to 60s. But high 80s would be pretty nice now, since it's been in the high 90s for the last few weeks.
I felt a bit mean when I read this. We have a temperate maritime climate. It really doesn't get ALL THAT cold or ALL That Hot.
And certainly not by the standards endured by Merkins & Aussies.
So I'm the whiner here.
It's what you are used to. If a person isn't acclimated to it, it will be harder for them.
When we have April heat waves in the high 80s, I'm miserable, because I expect it to be in to 60s. But high 80s would be pretty nice now, since it's been in the high 90s for the last few weeks.
I just know you love snow, Sundae! I'm anti-snow. Snow bastids!
It really is what you're used to, though. When my extremely southern friend talks about having snow, it is to LAUGH for me. Puh, you don't know from snow. But when he talks about the heat they get...I just shut my mouth for the most part because we don't typically have this kind of long-term enduring heatwave.
It's like how you can pick out tourists from Ohio and other similiar climates when they're in FL in the spring. 50 degrees and the tourists are in shorts and t-shirts just loving it. The locals think we're all bonkers. :D
Autotune.
If you have a good voice, you don't need it. If you need it, just don't sing. I'm tired of hearing it.
But what would all the "country stars" do, they can't get by on hats and fluff alone! Or can they? :D
I fit in very well in Great Yarmouth.
The locals and Southern tourists were dressed up like Mum & Dad.
I was dressed as if I was on the Costa Del Sol (Southern Spanish resort)
But a lot of tourists in Gt Yarmouth are Northerners.
They've never seen the sun before.
So that glowing ball in the sky is at once peculiar and surprisingly hot.
In Newcastle young people wear enough to keep them legal on nights out, and not much more. Ditto Manchester and Blackpool. That's darting around the country, but I'm going by personal experience.
Again, tongue in cheek, certainly no criticism meant.
I can deal with temps into the minus figures (centigrade) without a coat. Which makes me a freak of nature. I have nothing to prove except that I carry too much insulation.
But we rarely even get that these days.
I have three layers of outside clothing.
Sorry, four.
1. No, Mum I am NOT putting anything else on, I will melt!
2. My trusty black wool cloak, except children try to hide under it during my lunchtime supervision
3. An actual jacket - white, with fake fur trimmed pockets, which I bought when I realised the hiding issue as above
4. A pink sheepskin coat which I can only wear for about 10 days a year and can never walk in, as the speed I walk warms me up far too much to carry something that cosy.
I like coats & jackets like I like shoes.
Lovely, lovely, lovely.... oh dear, completely impractical and a waste of money.
Outer clothing makes me die of over-heating, shoes slowly bleed me to death by raw blisters.
Form D.
Application for confirmation of continuing appointment.
Essentially, apply for my job all over again. (This time it is permanent, though).
It isn't even due until October.
It will probably have transcended mild irritation by then.
I have heard of academics not bothering to apply for a promotion (with an extra $10,000 per year) because the form is such a pain.
I'm guessing that the position is guaranteed to be yours still and you're not up against any competition. Will you have to re-interview?
for an extra 10,000 a year I'd pay someone to fill out the form. :D
My insurance company has bent me over and is now preparing themselves to...well, you know.
for an extra 10,000 a year I'd pay someone to fill out the form. :D
My insurance company has bent me over and is now preparing themselves to...well, you know.
at least you get personal service.. I have to rely on emails. :neutral:
You get bu55f**ked via email?
Does it hurt?
You get bu55f**ked via email?
Does it hurt?
they are all in french so by the time I get them figured out the pain killers have kicked in.
:p:
painkillers, pubs, money; English country cottages for sale, living in Suisseland - you're in witness protection, aren't you?
you're starting to worry me Bri.... do you catalog my posts ?
you're starting to worry me Bri.... do you catalog my posts ?
No. I just have a superior memory when it comes to painkillers, pubs and money. :)
still................scary
That's Scary Spice to you. :p
Rosie, my patrol car, has explosive diarrhea. She sputters, then backfires 2 or 3 times, and then squirts a little black stuff out of her rear end. Sigh. It looks like a long day
In bed with flu like symptoms today. This is so lame.
Poor Kerosene! You've been having a time of it. Just remember that this too shall pass.
home Down in the back ,
What the hell is it this year
Sholder , Knee , back , Cold ,
Hell I allways sell BACK sick days ,
this year im going to be dipping into my vacation time !!!
My messiness and disorganization is making me lose money. sigh....
Lola if a Cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered Mind , what does an EMPTY desk tell ya ???
Thank goodness my desk is never empty... :D
Zippy: Sorry to hear you're sick, dude. Check your stars, must be in a bad position this year. :p:
Thanks, Sam. Feeling better today.
So Michelle wasn't feeling well when we left Indy last Sunday...by the time we got to St. Louis, she was in so much pain that we wound up at urgent care, then in an ER. Originally, the doctors thought her gall bladder was the issue and they were going to remove it...then they noticed that some of her liver enzymes looked bad. So we came home to KC to have the liver issues checked out.
Yesterday she went to her PCP, and he was alarmed by her white blood cell count. It is indeed her gall bladder causing her issues, and there was talk of removing it last night. But her other blood work looked good, so now...we wait. It will come out sometime between Monday and Thursday. She has been feeling better since last weekend, but has been really lethargic and sleepy. We just want her back to 100%...wish they'd just pull the damn thing out now. :-b
Health issues are the suck. Good luck guys. g
i'm constipated. damn it!!
I've got figs. Want some? :D
Who is Michelle? I hope she gets it fixed soon.
Michelle is my gf...we've been together several months now.
So Michelle wasn't feeling well when we left Indy last Sunday...by the time we got to St. Louis, she was in so much pain that we wound up at urgent care, then in an ER. Originally, the doctors thought her gall bladder was the issue and they were going to remove it...then they noticed that some of her liver enzymes looked bad. So we came home to KC to have the liver issues checked out.
Yesterday she went to her PCP, and he was alarmed by her white blood cell count. It is indeed her gall bladder causing her issues, and there was talk of removing it last night. But her other blood work looked good, so now...we wait. It will come out sometime between Monday and Thursday. She has been feeling better since last weekend, but has been really lethargic and sleepy. We just want her back to 100%...wish they'd just pull the damn thing out now. :-b
Same thing happened to me bro, spent 4 days in the ICU trying to figure out what was wrong. Often the best choice, in an acute attack, is to do with her what they did to me, send her home on ATB for 3 or 4 weeks and "cool" her down from the acute event. Then bring her back in a few weeks and take it out. Experience has shown them that doing it that way has a better recovery and outcome. Doing it when it is acute, every thing is hot and inflamed, scar tissue is worse afterwards, chance of infection higher, etc. I know that is not what you want to hear but it is best that way. Good luck...
Sorry to hear about Michelle, Syc.
Good luck for her recovery.
I'm a little irritatated because my great plans for today have all fallen apart.
We were supposed to go up to London mid afternoon, meet my Godfather, go to Covent Garden and meet my bro, browse, watch street performances and then go to the theatre. All within a small area, little walking and nice treats for me (Peter always slips me some money and gets the drinks in, whether it's a beer or a diet coke).
Peter has had to cancel - for a very valid reason.
Now Mum has resurrected a plan we'd prettty much nixed. Go to Knightsbridge and visit the Brompton Oratory.
This makes the journey longer, more expensive, involves more travelling on packed Tubes and more walking. I've just spent three days walking around with Mum, hearing all aboout her corn, her bunion, the shooting pain in her groin, the fact she can't "march off" like me. I was really hoping to avoid that scenario, and have an enjoyable day for me.
I'm not interested in the Brompton Oratory, or in Harrods or in Harvey Nicks (when I don't have a penny to my name I mean). I get no pleasure from trailing round expensive shops, or going to see a church I'd never heard of before.
Don't get me wrong - had this been the plan from the beginning I'd have indulged her. I'm not a completely selfish bitch, I will do things for other people. I just think today is the wrong day and the wrong occasion to be doing it. She should do it with Dad on a separate trip - they can go and have a glass of champagne together.
Sadly, she's bulldozered me a bit.
Have to grin and bear it.
Just disappointed because I was looking forward to it, and now I'm not.
I guess it can't spoil Much Ado About Nothing Tonight.
Can it?
My 19 year old is driving me nuts.
He needs his own apt.
Bri, if my Mum was posting here I've no doubt she's say the same about me!
Just to update, Mum did a complete about-face re the Brompton Oratory.
So I'm glad that despite whining here, I had put up an appearance of good grace about it.
Except she didn't tell me until we were on the Tube, which meant we left far too early... Never mind.
Had a most excellent day.
Bri, if my Mum was posting here I've no doubt she's say the same about me!
Oh, heavens, no! Not even close! you cook and clean and manage your own life. My son just generates trash - and he doesn't know what a trash can is for let alone how to use one. Why can't he throw his popcorn bag away? Why can't he replace the TP roll? Why can't he put his stuff in his room? He has the biggest room in the house yet he uses my living room as his bedroom - even sleeping on my couch instead of in his own bed. He leaves his size 14 shoes laying around for me to trip over, he uses waaaaay too many bath towels and hand soap...it's driving me batty.
Oh, heavens, no! Not even close! you cook and clean and manage your own life. My son just generates trash - and he doesn't know what a trash can is for let alone how to use one. Why can't he throw his popcorn bag away? Why can't he replace the TP roll? Why can't he put his stuff in his room? He has the biggest room in the house yet he uses my living room as his bedroom - even sleeping on my couch instead of in his own bed. He leaves his size 14 shoes laying around for me to trip over, he uses waaaaay too many bath towels and hand soap...it's driving me batty.
Just keep in mind that down the road, some poor girl will get to deal with all this and you'll be free to devote your time to bird watching and chrochet. ;)
Tell him you will be increasing his rent to cover the cost of the cleaning lady you are hiring to clean up after him.
Wait, what? You're not charging him rent?
You need to go back to mom school, honey. Keep your (mom) pimp hand strong!
Brianna: "Where's the rent money, punk?"
Brianna's Kid: Some bullshit excuse.
Brianna: flying bitch slap "On rent day, I want my money. Not SOME of my money, not MOST of my money, I want ALL my money."flying bitch slap
Brianna's Kid:...
I didn't know you were into folk dancing, Zippy. Who's your partner there? ;)
The only thing I ate differently on Saturday were figs but since then, my stomach's been hurting. Had heartburn Saturday night. And since then, everytime I get hungry, my stomach hurts and it'll continue to hurt. Ugh...just remembered what I needed to buy today, Alka Seltzer. :(
Who's your partner there?
Why YOU Of COURSE !!!!
Lola
Get some Zantac , 75 waht everes help me , But they have 150s as well
:smack:
Of course, how could I forget? You were divine.
Seriously, the look like they're doing the highland fling or something.
Seriously, the look like they're doing the highland fling or something.
Step in for a turn , I dare ya !!!
What's mildly irritating me is that I had an erotic dream about a woman I know who is going through a divorce.
........... he uses waaaaay too many bath towels and hand soap...it's driving me batty.
I'm not there so can't ( ok shouldn't ) comment... but I've never known a mother ( including my late sainted mother ) to complain of a son using too much soap.
:rolleyes: :p:
This was yesterday... We're at Hershey Park and it's 9:40 PM... the kids and I are in line for Fahrenheit. had been in line for 20- 30 minutes at this point... and 3 girls... 16-17 yrs old, maybe... Excuse themselves to pass in line saying that their friends were up ahead and they wanted to join them... The friends had been there the whole time I had... and it's not like these girls had been in line and got out...
so I bellowed, "Sure, go right ahead and cut the whole line! I'm sure no one will mind!" REALLY LOUD.
I made sure the people around heard. Then the one girl ...as she passes ... says... "you know you could have just said no...." So I told her, again loudly, that I preferred to embarrass her. And enjoy your ride.
It was one of those rare moments where I actually said out loud what I meant when confronted with assholery. Usually, I think of it 3 minutes later and wish I had. I guess I was pretty tired by then. Long day in the hot sun... I wasn't grumpy or anything... just... That's a dick move.
Good move LJ.
Saying No gives them something to bitch about.
Embarrassing them (the ultimate horror of any teen) stays with them far longer.
Stoopid line-cutting witches.
Hope they wet themselves on the ride.
"Line-jumping is not a sport."
That's what the signs at King's Island say. And line-jumping is a good way to get your butt kicked out of the park, or beaten up by ticks...I mean thugs.
Good move LJ.
Saying No gives them something to bitch about.
Embarrassing them (the ultimate horror of any teen) stays with them far longer.
Stoopid line-cutting witches.
Hope they wet themselves on the ride.
FUNNY... I told my kids that I wished zits on them. they lolled.
My neighbor has a fetish about his driveway. He reseals it every year and every year he's out putting crack sealant in all the cracks. It's always perfect. And now they are out there with heavy machinery, repaving it, when it totally did not need to be repaved.
This annoys me because when I hear loud trucks outside my house I assume they are coming to get me.
I'm not there so can't ( ok shouldn't ) comment... but I've never known a mother ( including my late sainted mother ) to complain of a son using too much soap.
:rolleyes: :p:
yeah. not when it's an OCD thing.
I mean A fucking ton-load of soap.
Buy him some lye soap.
If'n it takes skin off it's gotta be working, right?
Buy him some lye soap.
If'n it takes skin off it's gotta be working, right?
that's a fiendish idea.
I love it.
Mother. Of course.
I dozed off this afternoon.
I mean, you would too.
Woke up at 17.50.
Went downstairs to find Mum was "preparing" dinner.
"I wanted to eat! I didn't know you were going to sleep all afternoon!"
Yeah, I slept for about 90 minutes.
And you usually don't eat til 18.30 at least.
She'd taken the chicken out of the bag it was supposed to be cooked in.
And by the clock, she cooked it for 30 minutes not 20.
So I'm not eating with her.
It's petty, and eating later won't improve the meal.
But she acted like a bitch in deciding to cook earlier than usual rather than call up the stairs to me. Honestly? She did it because she knew I fell asleep. So this was my "punshment" hence the comment about her being too hungry to wait.
Bitch.
I left my phone at work. I can live without it but I don't have a landline and so it is my only phone. No, can't wait until Monday.
Ugh, just means I'll be making that drive tomorrow morning to my office to retrieve my phone. I bet it's a much nicer drive on Saturday morning. :)
Got word earlier today that the kids' school bus will be picking them up at 6:55 in the dang morning. School doesn't even start until 7:45 and we live 4 blocks away! Hell, at this rate I may not have them take the bus after all, though it would mean I'll have to put on real clothes.
Got word earlier today that the kids' school bus will be picking them up at 6:55 in the dang morning. School doesn't even start until 7:45 and we live 4 blocks away! Hell, at this rate I may not have them take the bus after all, though it would mean I'll have to put on real clothes.
You are not alone. Except in the putting on real clothes thing. If you drive them, you can do the pull-up-drop-off thing -there will be people to meet them, right? Still no need to be seen below the neck.
Our bus stop got moved and the time too. the time got 20 minutes later and is not actually early enough for the bus to drive to school and arrive on time if it obeys the speed limit and traffic signals.......
Got word earlier today that the kids' school bus will be picking them up at 6:55 in the dang morning. School doesn't even start until 7:45 and we live 4 blocks away! Hell, at this rate I may not have them take the bus after all, though it would mean I'll have to put on real clothes.
I'm putting the kids on the bus at the same time, wanna grab a cup of coffee? :)
Got word earlier today that the kids' school bus will be picking them up at 6:55 in the dang morning. School doesn't even start until 7:45 and we live 4 blocks away! Hell, at this rate I may not have them take the bus after all, though it would mean I'll have to put on real clothes.
Why not let them walk or ride bikes to school?
Because the three-year-old has a terrible sense of direction? :)
Because the three-year-old has a terrible sense of direction? :)
Oops! Sorry, I thought they were older. My bad.:o
Mild irritation, the anonymous login being used to avoid responsibility. Call him on it or don't.
Actually, I think SamIam deserves an apology for that rude behavior
Irritating to those most likely to be suspected of that, as well. Who else but his "arch-enemy", right?
Yeah, no...it wasn't me...kthxbai. I'm not much of a chickenshit.
Always tops in your minds for bad stuff, fuck my good stuff. IMHO.
Yeah, didn't expect anyone would step up, here.
Typical.
I don't know, I think in this case hiding behind the anonymous moniker was probably a good idea. Classic needs to really address the issue instead of just directing another flame war against the person .
I for one totally agreed with anonymous' post. Classic was pretty twatty with SamI.
She was the one that called me out in earlier posts and I responded to her unfounded accusations and lumping me in with another poster.
Selective memory - you both have it. I expect nothing more from you.
Who she?
I had nothing to do with any of this and I haven't had anything to do with you for a long time.
I'm really tired of being your fucking fall guy.
I've left you alone, and the do-gooders keep dragging me back in. All the talk about being 'nice' when the meanest things done here in the Cellar are the back-handed back-stabbing pointing fingers at all the MEAN people. Yeah, you do that a LOT, griff.
If I told you I am hurting...no matter. If I told you I care...no matter. If you keep ripping my heart out...no matter. It will only matter if something bad happened and then you all would cry about how much you liked me.
P'shaw.
I am owed an apology. I won't get it. I'm subpar in this psychotic little world y'all have created.
Have at it.
Mild irritation, the anonymous login being used to avoid responsibility. Call him on it or don't.
Quote:
Originally Posted by anonymous
Actually, I think SamIam deserves an apology for that rude behavior
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Originally Posted by SamIam
Actually, I think I deserve an apology for that rude behavior
could be, who knows. Do you think there will be a fess-up? Nope, easier to hate the most likely suspects (in sad little minds)...then run and hide.
Finite Monk - See posts #3793 & #3794 - You posted, I replied.
If you weren't involved, maybe you should have kept your opinions to yourself for a change.
re: "fall guy" You aren't important enough to matter, so stop flattering yourself.
You're a horrible little man, you know that? Just horrible.
THE first person I expected would suspect it was me was YOU.
When Good Man Griff pointed out the shittiness of it, I piped in, because I have done my best to leave you alone and you KNOW you thought it was me, you KNOW others thought so too. We forget I don't have qualms about telling you how I feel. We forget that I am ignored and discounted except for when I've been 'mean."
So you're meaner than ever.
If you cut me, do I not bleed?
No compassion. No caring. Horrible horrible man. And those who think you're not are blind as blind can be.
So you got your outcome. My heart is seeping out and I can't breathe and I can't even believe the cruelty. You got what you wanted, after all this time. Are you happy? Do you feel like a bigger man?
I'm subpar in this psychotic little world y'all have created.
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Why? Because I pointed out how you posted and justified how I replied?
You take every chance to shit on me whenever its convenient. I'll return the favor each time. Even you are not so stupid as to not see that.
Now run along and bother someone else. YOU are mildly irritating me today and that's saying something. Normally you don't even exist.
Make fun of the hurting person.
That's nice.
I have no worth to any of you. It's plain. I fooled myself, but it's plain.
God why do I care? I don't know.
It's like you want to push people to the edge. It's fun, right? Good job.
Why? Because I pointed out how you posted and justified how I replied?
You take every chance to shit on me whenever its convenient. I'll return the favor each time. Even you are not so stupid as to not see that.
Now run along and bother someone else. YOU are mildly irritating me today and that's saying something. Normally you don't even exist.
Go fuck yourself you piece of shit. Go to hell. I've done nothing to you. I've stayed away. I've left you alone.
I didn't shit on you...I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS WHOLE THING.
Now, cowardly anonymous, mostly I have YOU to thank.
Go to hell.
...Get off the computer and go take your meds.
Twist the knife. I'm hanging by a thread and you bring scissors.
Do I make fun of your mental challenges, those of your loved ones?
You'd be happy if I killed myself, wouldn't you? YOu'd love it. You'd fucking love it.
You always could find my buttons at the worst times. You'd be happy.
I love both of you
I really do.
shaw, I'm sorry. If you're really hurting, I don't want to make it any worse. I'm sorry you're feeling blue today. I'm gonna back off and I hope you feel better.
And Sam - AGAIN - I'm sorry for whatever misunderstanding there was between us.
I know we settled up, but would like to do it here publicly on the board as well.
I don't know, I think in this case hiding behind the anonymous moniker was probably a good idea. Classic needs to really address the issue instead of just directing another flame war against the person .
That makes sense, but I assumed it was someone who doesn't normally call people out and using their name would have helped classic reflect on it.
Who she?
I had nothing to do with any of this and I haven't had anything to do with you for a long time.
I'm really tired of being your fucking fall guy.
I've left you alone, and the do-gooders keep dragging me back in. All the talk about being 'nice' when the meanest things done here in the Cellar are the back-handed back-stabbing pointing fingers at all the MEAN people. Yeah, you do that a LOT, griff.
If I told you I am hurting...no matter. If I told you I care...no matter. If you keep ripping my heart out...no matter. It will only matter if something bad happened and then you all would cry about how much you liked me.
P'shaw.
I am owed an apology. I won't get it. I'm subpar in this psychotic little world y'all have created.
Have at it.
I thought we saw this the same way. I'm sorry you are hurting and meant no harm. I apologize for playing post cop, it was a bad idea.
I'm sorry too. I know I overreact...but I really couldn't see this playing out any other way. When I saw the anon post I thought right away it would be attributed to me (paranoia? maybe, maybe not...but in that case I would call it another symptom of my 'issues') I let it go at the time, but when I saw it here...I freaked out. REally, I know some would think it's me, because of me and c-man's history. But it wasn't. I read a couple posts of his over the weekend and wanted to tell him I thought they were good comments, but pride kept me from that.
I've wanted to bury hatchets. I still want to self-preserve. I don't know how to do both.
I've been trying to be the person I want to be. I've been feeling discounted and shamed...in real life...and the past couple days have been very very bad.
So, I appreciate your comments. I'm sorry for mine. I'm just flailing about and splashing pain on everything.
No, I get it. I didn't think it was you since historically you just say what you mean straight out. I've noticed that you're being careful not to get into it with classic and I think he is trying to reciprocate. I became the shit-stirrer by calling out nameless, when you guys were trying to take the high-road. My bad.
:comfort:
I know the feeling, IM. Sometimes being too introspective is just being too hard on ones self.
Life can be a dick. Sorry it's kicking you around right now, IM. This too shall pass.
Remember to look around at your present moment situation, and recognize that there is nothing lacking. right now, there is nothing lacking. right this minute.
IM: dr monster prescribes bubble mixture. play with it, don't drink it.
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Now, Why don't I ever feel the earthquakes? It's not fair. apparently it was felt in AA, but I didn't feel it. Mutter, mutter.
Yes, I'm changing the subject.
Maybe your ass just isn't 'earthquake sensitive.'
Protip:
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I've wanted to bury hatchets. I still want to self-preserve. I don't know how to do both.
--snip
You could try what's worked for me: burying the hatchet in the skull of my enemy; hatchet buried, self preserved, mission accomplished.
I found a 201Gb ZiP file containing all 26 seasons of the first Doctor Who series. Unfortunate, it would take me 3 weeks of continuous downloading to get it.
It's times like this that I wish I that my own OC-768 line.
Maybe your ass just isn't 'earthquake sensitive.'
must absorb the tremors :(
ooooh.. I hope that's a Rick Roll!
Didn't get a "first day of school" photo for either kid, especially disappointing in the case of Minifob because making it into mainstream Kindergarten was one of the major goals we've been fighting for the last two years.
The reason we didn't get any photos is because Minifobette freaked the fuck out when she saw that I'd put name stickers on her sippy cups, as required by the school. They are industrial grade, made to withstand dishwashers, so she had a hell of a time ripping it off, which made her even madder, and meant she was still unfed and melting down when the bus arrived. So Minifob got scurried onto the bus alone, while I continued getting Minifobette back to a stable place and took her to school in person 25 minutes later.
BUT! I am not so sentimental that it is upsetting me, only mildly irritating. I will just make do with "Second Day of School" photos this year.
or, you could shoot for a "First Day of School Where Things Went Well" picture.
Good luck to the scale model Fobs, and to you Clod. :)
It's weird what makes kids freak out.
My son freaked once because there were NO sprinkles on the poptarts.
He also freaked out when the pizza we'd ordered came cut in squares and not triangles.
Thank you so much for your stories. My nephew always get criticized for freaking out when things aren't the way he's used to. Now I know it's okay and I'm sure kids will get over this phase.
"Every time I looked around, the walls moved in a little tighter"
yes boredom is mildly irritating me today, been off with a bad back for 3 weeks,
but I think I'm on the mend allelujah.
there's only so many youtube vids you can watch.
Thank you so much for your stories. My nephew always get criticized for freaking out when things aren't the way he's used to. Now I know it's okay and I'm sure kids will get over this phase.
Ah, well, kinda... don't forget my daughter has a neurological diagnosis and attends behavioral therapy 15 hours per week. But as long as your nephew's freaking out is normal freaking out and not "attacking anything he can get his hands on" freaking out, I'm sure it is indeed okay. ;)
Ah, well, kinda... don't forget my daughter has a neurological diagnosis and attends behavioral therapy 15 hours per week. But as long as your nephew's freaking out is normal freaking out and not "attacking anything he can get his hands on" freaking out, I'm sure it is indeed okay. ;)
Tiger needs to have his sandwiches cut the same way or he will not eat them.
He is "better" at school, he will take tiny mouthfuls off other people's plates, whereas at home he won't have different foods even touching eachother.
His eating habits have been improving for years. But he is still very wary of change.
7am yoga on Saturdays.
I get that the swim team has to practice at 6am weekdays. I even get that they have to practice at 8am at the weekends -after that, the pool is rentable.
But surely they can Yoge any time? Why add Yoga to the schedule BEFORE the Sat am practice?
Ah, well, kinda... don't forget my daughter has a neurological diagnosis and attends behavioral therapy 15 hours per week. But as long as your nephew's freaking out is normal freaking out and not "attacking anything he can get his hands on" freaking out, I'm sure it is indeed okay. ;)
Hmm.....well, his dad calls him Monk. :rolleyes: On his recent visit to the doctor, the doc suggested getting him tested for..??? I don't really know for sure because both parents can't seem to really tell us what the doc said. My brother said the doctor wants to get him tested to see if he can understand language on the normal level. :eyebrow: When I asked the mother, she said, "The doctor said...
mumble..mumble." My sister said, "A psych evaluation?" She replied, "Yes, something like that." :right: Well, as long as he does okay in school and get along with other people, I am not gonna get worried about it.
Time has a way of changing our perceptions. And things you loved as a kid, often turn out to be no big deal or even fairly heinous when you revisit it as an adult.
Due to my Crohn's disease, I haven't had potato chips since the 80s. With the surgery, I've been able to eat things that would have caused problems before, so yesterday I bought a bag of Lays potato chips.
What a disappointment. I remember enjoying potato chips, but these things were just nasty. Most of the chips were made from potatoes that obviously hadn't lived right - definitely undersized. Most of the chips had potato skin on them. Many of them were overcooked (brown rather than golden). And they weren't very crispy.
Maybe there's better potato chips out there, but my current attitude is meh.
I eat Lays potato chips all the time (too much) and love them, but they don't look anything like you describe.
Trader Joes sell really good chips, maybe the are more like what you were craving. I haven't found anyone who doeasn't like Trader Joe's chips.
I gotta say: Lays Potato Chips really aren't very good.
My mom will pick up an extra bag and give it to me:
1) Like I NEED a big bag of chips laying around.
2) I grew up eating
Mike-Sells. Why is she buying Frito-lay? Mike-sells are the BEST. Don't eat if you're allergic to peanuts or peanut oil.
3) If you're going to buy Frito-lay, buy some Fritos and jalapeno cheddar dip!
Around here, Utz makes the best snack food, IMHO. Especially tortilla chips.
It turns out that the 'rents changing dinner times are simply because it depends when Dad gets hungry.
So he is almost completely emasculated in every other way but he gets to choose when dinner is. Yeah, right.
This explains how Mum can tear a strip off me for not starting dinner on time, on the afternoon I fell asleep (SHE was hungry), eat at 18.00 (yesterday) and 19.00 on other days.
I'm starving, but she's cooking tonight.
It's going to be 18.45 earliest.
I had honestly forgotten, because when I am eating alone I eat at 17.00, to make sure I am not eating when Mum is cooking.
When we eat together I cook for 18.30 as a compromise.
Tonight, Dad's not even having the same meal as us - he's having something shop-bought. But Mum says "He doesn't like to eat alone." Fair enough. I'm pretty sure he hates the way you shout at him when he hasn't heard what you've asid as well, can't see you changing that.
ETA - I usually cook for the two of us, or three if Dad fancies it.
I like cooking.
I'm just moaning about the bizarre rules set, which change every day.
I'm just moaning.
Nix the above.
I mean it's still true, but I have a full belly now and it seems FAR less important.
I guess it was low blood sugar that made me so snarky.
Lays potato chips.
Ewww.
Try Herrs Kettle Cooked. Far superior, IMO.
My knifemaking "mentor" said that making knives often times consists of adapting to and covering up mistakes. This ability is what separates the newbie from the master.
I'm obviously still deep in newbie land. Few things are more irritating than spending 12 hours on a blade only to fuck it up irretrievably with some little bobble. This is something that never happens when making software.
In the month and a half or so since I made my first knife in class, I've got one blade that is at the point I can harden and temper the blade. I'm planning on doing that tomorrow and then moving on to finish work on Saturday, if the heat treat doesn't warp or crack the blade.
I'll be so happy if I can finish this one, but it is nothing like what I envisioned when I started. Too many mistakes to cover up...
that making knives often times consists of adapting to and covering up mistakes
That is very similar to one of the best definitions of art that I have heard.
A rigid musician will play a tune someone else wrote, and if they get, say, some timing a little wrong, they carry on trying to do it right and hope no-one notices. A true artist musician, if they're a little late with one note, might slow down for the next few phrases of the music, and work what was originally a mistake into the the overall piece in an organic way. People will notice, and if the artist is good, will like it.
That is very similar to one of the best definitions of art that I have heard.
A rigid musician will play a tune someone else wrote, and if they get, say, some timing a little wrong, they carry on trying to do it right and hope no-one notices. A true artist musician, if they're a little late with one note, might slow down for the next few phrases of the music, and work what was originally a mistake into the the overall piece in an organic way. People will notice, and if the artist is good, will like it.
Thanks Zen. I really needed to hear that.
"Every time I looked around, the walls moved in a little tighter"
yes boredom is mildly irritating me today, been off with a bad back for 3 weeks,
but I think I'm on the mend allelujah.
there's only so many youtube vids you can watch.
How's your back Prof, any better?
How long have you been knife-making, PW? Don't forget the 10,000 hour rule.
How long have you been knife-making, PW? Don't forget the 10,000 hour rule.
Maybe 80 hours of actual knife-making practice, which includes 40 hours taking a class. (Knifemaking is partly an effort at overcoming disabling perfectionism.)
Real artists ship, right?
I used a blue pen instead of the usual black to write notes on the back of my hand yesterday. I forgot to copy them to paper last night and this morning they are not legible. I hope I got it all done or remember to do it today, I already did the only one I can still read :(
Not just today, but for the last couple of months actually....
The constant in and out by my cigarette-smoking stepsons. Since both my husband and I are nonsmokers, they are not allowed to smoke in the house. So, as a result, the front door is being opened and closed all day long. It messes with my peace of mind - I like quiet. Its really bad when they have nothing to do on the weekends.
(Just FYI - one is 18 and the other is 21. Its not like we are letting underage children smoke at will.)
Not just today, but for the last couple of months actually....
The constant in and out by my cigarette-smoking stepsons. Since both my husband and I are nonsmokers, they are not allowed to smoke in the house. So, as a result, the front door is being opened and closed all day long. It messes with my peace of mind - I like quiet. Its really bad when they have nothing to do on the weekends.
(Just FYI - one is 18 and the other is 21. Its not like we are letting underage children smoke at will.)
simple solution is to make a 100yard radius of the front door smoke free. That way the time they spend walking to and from the safe zone will make door opening that less frequent.
Wut he said , yer house yer rules !!
ferkin school busses. The afternoon schedule has disappeared from online. I wasn't able to print it when I first looked last week. So I asked FB for help and apparently, according to the schedules they have, neither of the school buses that hit this side of town plan to stop at my kids' stop anymore.... WTF?
More than irritated, but less than livid...
Coffee is now 1.90 in the cafe. 1.90. I was talking to my sis-in-law over the weekend (she works where I used to work) and coffee is 75 cents.
This is just regular old coffee. It's not some Hoity Toity Starfuck Latte Schmatte Grande Mocha Choca with a twist of Breve for the Brave.
Ridiculous.
My weekend was wonderful. It also made me realize how much I really hate the city and the rat race and the overly-expensive EVERYTHING.
My life is mildly irritating. And I'm all alone in it. :(
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"Please consider the environment before printing this email."
Bite me. Because really, all I want to do is sit around printing emails for no good reason ALL DAY LONG.
What a stupid line (almost as stupid as professionals who have a cutesy saying that attaches to every email they send out. I like signature lines here in the Cellar. In work, it's unnecessary and annoying...especially when they are posting to a listserv that repeats every line of every entry in every reply.)
"Please, consider my sanity when attaching your stupid not-clever saying or puerile platitude when replying to my question."
edit: I forgot to mention the cutesy sayings are always in a cutesy font and in a cutesy color. What are we, 9?
"Please consider the environment before printing this email."
That's super annoying. They probably have no idea.
Still waiting for my book.
Bloody Americans.
Well, okay, the company in CT (the state, not a code) said they despatched on 18 August *
So it's not their fault.
But someone, somewhere needs a slap upside the head.
WHERE IS MY BOOK?!
* They were so nice to me when I enquired about where the fuck my book was, that I bought another one from them.
Well, that and they were by far the cheapest option.
But by the time they arrive I will have chewed my nails down to the bone.
I am not good at postal delays.
(although I was great at waiting and used to get very good tips - and you have to seriously earn them in this country).
I think they might be being shipped not posted. Hence the long delivery time and low delivery price.
And hence me feeling like a disappointed child since 18 August.
"Please consider the environment before printing this email."
I always thought that was a security thing since the first time I got one of those emails it was from a friend who works at a place that has a lot of proprietary information.
So I thought "Consider the environment" meant something along the lines of "Don't just print this out and leave it where anybody can see it."
And I thought "If it's really that sensitive should you even be emailing it in the first place?"
And as for considering the environment maybe they should have thought about that before inventing computers, one of the biggest environmental disasters the world has ever seen.
Still waiting for my book.
Bloody Americans.
Well, okay, the company in CT (the state, not a code) said they despatched on 18 August *
So it's not their fault.
But someone, somewhere needs a slap upside the head.
WHERE IS MY BOOK?!
* They were so nice to me when I enquired about where the fuck my book was, that I bought another one from them.
Well, that and they were by far the cheapest option.
But by the time they arrive I will have chewed my nails down to the bone.
I am not good at postal delays.
(although I was great at waiting and used to get very good tips - and you have to seriously earn them in this country).
I think they might be being shipped not posted. Hence the long delivery time and low delivery price.
And hence me feeling like a disappointed child since 18 August.
What company in CT?
Hoity Toity Starfuck Latte Schmatte Grande Mocha Choca with a twist of Breve for the Brave.
Awesome.
simple solution is to make a 100yard radius of the front door smoke free. That way the time they spend walking to and from the safe zone will make door opening that less frequent.
That's a great solution, but I don't think my husband will support it. He's not into the friction that would come of it. At least cold weather is coming - that might limit them somewhat.
:eyebrow: Its a shame I'm hoping for cold weather.
That's a great solution, but I don't think my husband will support it. He's not into the friction that would come of it. At least cold weather is coming - that might limit them somewhat.
:eyebrow: Its a shame I'm hoping for cold weather.
He needs the No More Mr. Nice Guy book as well as Griff's FIL.
"Please consider the environment before printing this email."
I've seen that before. Would you believe, it's because there are older managers out there who are so byzantine and incapable of adapting to progress that they actually print every single email they receive? I used to work with people like that. There was one manager who would receive your email, print it, then walk over to your office with it in hand to discuss what you had told him, and keep referring back to his printed copy like a cheat-sheet. You could say, "Listen, could you just reply to my email with all this?" and he would ignore you.
Aww F That with a Crooked Stick !!!!!!!!
it's at least 30 minutes before I feed Diz. He has been walking all over the desk, the keyboard and me, purring his head off since I logged on this afternoon.
I think he is hungry (he's on a diet) but it's still driving me batshit crazy. To the point I am not even going to finish my catch-up, I'm having to log off.
Oh and as I typed the last sentence, the little sod jumped down and walked away!!???!!!
Oh and as I typed the last sentence, the little sod jumped down and walked away!!???!!!
His job was done. He got you to admit defeat.
The right click on my mouse has stopped working.
Maybe it's not the mouse - maybe it's your finger.
Maybe you accidentally switched to a Mac.
Now it's back again. InDesign has been acting up lately.
I may have to stop procrastinating soon.
The internet tubes between the cellar and my home are all clogged up with LOLcats again. I cna get to all other sites from home but can't get here. I get here from work with no trouble (well, none from the interweb itself ...).
This hapened for a while several months ago but got better.
you should masturbate more to online porn and then god will kill the LOLkittens and the problem will quickly be resolved
Wouldn't the tubes just be clogged with dead LOLcats? Eeeiiuuww!
Maybe we can use a whale penis like a pipe-cleaner to unclog the interweb tubes.
you need to get rid of all those rotten cookies Zen.
It's more of an annoyance rather than an irritation but I'm too lazy to search for the thread, so.....
The screw to my sunglasses got lost today and it fell apart right off my head. Blah, now I've got to go back to the store and hopefully they'll fix it without charge. It was bought there two years ago so hopefully they still honor the guarantee.
Rule for life 21. Stockpile tiny screws.
Old film containers Rule for Keeping Small Screws in semi bulk
Or just buy an "eyeglasses repair kit." They come with a tiny screwdriver and half a dozen different standard glasses screws.
Old film containers Rule for Keeping Small Screws in semi bulk
Film containers rule for all kinds of stuff. We gots to stockpile them.
Or just buy an "eyeglasses repair kit." They come with a tiny screwdriver and half a dozen different standard glasses screws.
It's a yellow/gold screw, rather thicker than the ones I normally see in glasses. Yeah, I think I need to visit the store, regardless.
Film containers rule for all kinds of stuff. We gots to stockpile them.
Too late
Yeh really. I only have about a dozen left. Wasn't thinking and gave too any away.
Or just buy an "eyeglasses repair kit." They come with a tiny screwdriver and half a dozen different standard glasses screws.
Probably 90% of all screws used in eyeglasses are 1.4mm diameter. My experience is that those screw kits don't include 1.4 mm screws.
Film containers rule for all kinds of stuff. We gots to stockpile them.
Film containers? What are film containers? What's film? :p:
My brain is being stereotypically womanly this morning, and I can't see above it to decide if I'm being remotely rational or not.
About 8 years ago, I sent a kind of ranty email to my mom. We don't ever fight, but this is the closest I ever came to telling her off. It wasn't an insignificant gripe--had to do with my views on my asshole stepfather--but there was really no fallout from it at the time, at least I thought. Things moved on.
Yesterday, I was talking with my dad, who revealed that she had told him about the email at the time (which is weird to begin with, because the way I imagine it they don't ever communicate,) and that she had a completely wrong interpretation of what I was upset about. Wrong enough that I'm inclined to talk to her about it and make sure she doesn't still think that's the way things went down, because it is completely and totally wrong, and I would never want her to think that about me.
But if I bring it up, that means we have to revisit the whole episode to begin with. And my dad has a history of misinterpreting and/or mentally revising a whole host of things, especially those to do with my mother, so it could be digging into a wound that has no reason to be dug into in the first place. And even if she did feel that way at the time, we're talking about a thing that happened almost a decade ago.
But I feel really compelled to bring it up. But I should probably just let sleeping dogs lie. But if I remember the incident so clearly even now, surely she does too, and would appreciate knowing that I haven't blamed her for things all these years? But maybe she'll still blame herself anyway, and reminding her of the whole thing will only make her feel bad. Goddammit.
Talk to her.
It's not you bringing it up again after all these years, it was your dad who did that. Now it's natural to address it since he brought it up. If you don't, it's probably going to bug you for a while and then you'll eventually bring it up later. And then it will be kind of random that you are bringing it up out of the blue.
Talk to her.
It's true that bringing up difficult subjects is a common way for uncomfortable conversations to begin. That's kind of the point. I'm not urging you to start a fight of course. Think of it this way. We heal from the inside out. If you get a cut, the flesh knits together from the bottom first and grows toward the surface. When it gets to the top, it's strong under the scar, but whole again. If that's not how it heals, if it skins over the top before all the crap is gone from the deeper parts of the wound, there will always be an irritant inside. That might just be uncomfortable, but it might cause bigger problems. It could develop into an abscess. It could look ok on the surface, but filled with infection, causing trouble for your whole body.
It's just an analogy. But our spiritual, emotional, mental selves are made of similar substance and subject to similar forces. You have to use your judgment, which is good. You have to use your words, which are many. You have to use your compassion, which is abundant. You have to use your strength and your courage, which are well documented and steadfast. You have to use your trust that they'll be grown ups, which might be a toss up, but you are responsible only for giving them the chance to understand. Just for giving them, and you, a chance for understanding.
Get it out. Even if you don't succeed the first time, you've made a beginning, try again, get the rest of the misunderstanding that is irritating your mind out of your mind. You may succeed, but only if you try. You may fail, but you will have done your best, instead of worrying and wishing.
Your womanly brain...
umm where were we? OH yeah, don't listen to those knuckle heads, let sleeping dogs lie, especially if things are ok with you and your mom. you don't need the extra agita of revisiting that stuff.
Here's the deal: if in fouteen or so days you still feel the need to get this off your *cough*womanly brain*cough* then you can talk to her.
FWIW - I agree with foot3
In general, I think that talking about things is a good idea, especially if there is a high chance of resolution afterwards. If it's a topic where there will be no joint resolution, then it may be worth sweeping it under the carpet/bottling it up deep inside/insert metaphor here/ since it will just cause pain to talk about it without the benefit of fixing the situation.
It has the potential to do that, since the underlying issue is that I am mostly like my father and not her, and that isn't really going to change. It doesn't bother me, because it's just a fact, and I can still love people who are different than I am. (I'm also cool with the fact that my daughter is, even at this age, so clearly more like my husband, for example. Then again, I haven't gone through a painful divorce like she did, either.) I know it bothers her that I'm a daddy's girl. And while this conversation I might have with her would prove me less of a daddy's girl on this one particular issue, it would also force her to talk about and acknowledge the fact that, at the base of it, I still very much am one.
In light of your recent clarifications I'm going to have to change my original opinion to add, if it's been ten years already another month or two to see if it is still gnawing at you won't make much of a difference.
And I mean this in the most kind way, but mightn't this be a great distraction/avoidance from something else that is currently demanding the lion's share of your emotional energy?
Hmm?
Nah, things are much, much better on the kid/life front the last couple of weeks. Tweaked the antiseizure meds, added a couple vitamins that I realized my diet was completely lacking, and dropped one of my classes so I now have 3 whole days to myself every week while the kids are in school. My house is actually clean, which is both an indicator and a contributor to my state of mind. :)
If anything, I am bothering to think about the situation with my mom because I do have the mental energy for it. Previously, I probably would have shoved it off the table and forgotten about it. WHICH is another reason I feel like I should talk to her about it, because I'm afraid I may have been oblivious to any signals I may have been giving her.
OK Grasshopper, take a shot at walking across the rice paper.
;)
You think she should have to snatch a pebble from her mum's hand first?
I shouldn't watch reality TV.
People on it are so often wrong.
I am so cross right now.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Diz is being a sod too, but I know it's just because he's hungry, so he gets a pass.
people that put the fucking pen down on top of each form they sign and sit back as though they can't see the pile of forms still to come. c'mon, asshole.
I remember doing that when I got my car from you. After your third eye roll I held the pen in my hand. lol
usually, I just say, 'you might want to hold on to that pen... I'm gonna try and wear out your arm here'... but today, there are other annoyances that have put me in a frame of mind where little shit like that has become mildly irritating.
Actually, I think you did say something like that to me as well.
I was there.
He said, "I can tell from the arm muscles that that's your wanking hand. Now keep hold of the goddamned pen!"
I was there.
He said, "I can tell from the arm muscles that that's your wanking hand. Now keep hold of the goddamned penis!"
ftfy
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HOT. Bloody hot.
Want to go out & go into town. But so bloody hot.
Watching a YouTube vid about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre which I thought would interest me, but it's full of irritating sounds imitating a Scene of Crime camera noise. And the rest of the interviews/ dialogue is SO quiet that I'm making up my own commentary.
I'm sure the DoP said his Mum was a lavatory cleaner, but then he talked about being brought up in the arts...
Town.
Going into town.
Four minutes.
ftfy
[COLOR="RoyalBlue"](much as I hate ftfys that one needed done)[/COLOR]
The Penis Mightier Than The Sword
HOT. Bloody hot.
Want to go out & go into town. But so bloody hot.
A friend of mine on Facebook has been posting about how happy she is that the sun has been shining in England and that it's in the 70s. I guess it's all about perspective and internal thermometers.:)
A friend of mine on Facebook has been posting about how happy she is that the sun has been shining in England and that it's in the 70s. I guess it's all about perspective and internal thermometers.:)
Maybe your friend is in a cold spot. Banana Lady says it's in the high 80s in Nottingham.
It's close to freezing here, btw.
Everyone - I mean everyone - I have spoken to is delighted.
People in the bank, in the Post Office, in the shops, at school, family etc.
I am the only mardy-bum.
But I am consistent.
I do not complain about the cold.
I am happiest at approx 10 (32f).
Having to sweat it out IN OCTOBER! is so wrong.
Our Winters are warm enough and brief enough as it is - don't let Autumn disappear as well!
I haven't the foggiest idea how to light my furnace.
Bozo used to do it. I think it has to be lit with a lighter, but for the life of me I don't even see where.
There is almost nothing on the webz about this model, except a couple technical questions on a forum.
I haven't the foggiest idea how to light my furnace.
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
£5.49 for one pair of children's socks?
You're having a giraffe.
Okay they are cool socks (Gruffalo themed "odd" socks) and the price includes postage.
But they cost more than most of my pairs of shoes these days!
(Christmas shopping early, wanted something cheap but useful/ recognisible but educational).
No cat sez no.
In fact he sez Hell, No! What you making them outta? Yak's nipples?
Guh. Daughter woke up at 3:00 AM, didn't go back to sleep until 4:00. This after I foolishly went to bed at 11:30 and had to get up at 5:30.
But all is not lost, as this is my day with no classes or other specific obligations, and now that the kids are off, I could just go right back to bed now if I so chose!
Except I'm wide awake.
I haven't the foggiest idea how to light my furnace.
Bozo used to do it. I think it has to be lit with a lighter, but for the life of me I don't even see where.
There is almost nothing on the webz about this model, except a couple technical questions on a forum.
Most of the local heating/air places will have a guy come out and do cleaning and checking for $69. Do that and ask them to show you how to light the pilot.
By the way, most furnaces these days have electronic ignition - no pilot to light. They're also more efficient, so you might want to consider replacing your furnace.
Light the pilot
Burst my balloon
Spank the monkey
Sell my perfume
Crop the Circle
Watch "Easy Rider"
Don't lose your army
Tonght's a losing battle
The bloody amount of time it is taking me to apply for an 18 hour a week part time job.
JEBUS!
Not because of the questions they are asking - in fact I'm amazed at how little they've asked compared to usual paper application forms - but how slow the bloody system is.
And the information that is repeated in different sections.
I've already given my age range (at the start)
Now just waited over 4 minutes for another screen to load to check I am over 18!
WTF?
Been 45 minutes at this now.
I should charge.
Like I do for my milkshake training.
ETA - piece of fucking shit fucking bastard cunt fuckers.
Finally finished about 10 minutes ago (went to vent to the 'rents)
Stupid slow arsehole twatting time wasting system.
I filled it in as if I wanted the job (sadly I do, I need the money) but in truth I'd be terrifed of not being paid if their recruitment system is in any way like their payroll. Although I am lying as my SIL works for them full time, and one of "our" student teachers works part time.
Obviously I'm not naming them here.
But I might if I don't get the job.
went to my local bar to play in the weekly sunday poker tournament last night and while walking home a dickhead cop arrested me for PI not 50 yards from my front door. wouldn't let me make it. i just got home about 30 minutes ago. pfft!
Oh yeah - didn't get that job.
Although I applied for another one with them and haven't been rejected yet, hence not naming and shaming.
What's PI, Filthy?
oh, yeah, sorry. it's Public Intoxication.
good luck! on the job you applied for and sorry you didn't get the other one...
went to my local bar to play in the weekly sunday poker tournament last night and while walking home a dickhead cop arrested me for PI not 50 yards from my front door. wouldn't let me make it. i just got home about 30 minutes ago. pfft!
That sucks! How bad were you for him to have arrested you? Or was he just being a wiseass?
That would be more than mildly irritating me. Sorry, Filthy!
wow - Filthy - that DOES suck (but you don't need me to tell you that) - god. cops. Can't live with 'em can't...well, you know. ;)
I'm mildly irritated that I live in a city that does NOT allow you to cancel trash collection. You MUST have it. I can't take my own garbage to the dump. Not allowed. Seems unAmerican somehow...maybe I should go down to the recruiting office and sing Alice's Restaurant in protest.
If you don't put it by the curb do they come into your house to get it?
Yabbut they still make you pay for the service.
If you don't put it by the curb do they come into your house to get it?
yes - the company has a contract with my city so they do the whole city and the city says you MUST have it. Sounds like Tony Soprano is running my garbage collections.
They want your trash out by 6am monday morning for pickup so most people put it out Sunday night. they are picking up my neighbors trash but not mine but they will continue to bill even if I DON"T use them.
So I am using the "once-a-month" pickup. For 5$/month they will pick up ONE 32 gallon container of trash. ONE.
I'll pay them the five bux, go to the dump the rest of the time and save myself 75.00.
Ah, there's the rub! Our dumps are not free. On the other hand, our trash service looks to be a hell of a lot cheaper than yours. Too lazy to dig out the bill, but I think it's about $25/month. A trip to the dump for anything up to a pickup truck load is $17.
Ours wraps the water and sewer in with the trash pickup, and there is no option to decline.
I can't get anything done, what with all the visitor messages I'm getting. It's getting so a girl can't even post!
I was bidding on a heifer since Sun and I did not get her. :( I am sort of relieved, she was higher than I wanted to spend but damn she was nice >sigh<
I am sort of relieved, she was higher than I wanted to spend but damn she was nice >sigh<
Oh yeah, I dated a girl like that, once.
BIL has decided to be an asshole all the time which means I'm moving and my sister will probably lose her house. But hey, at least he doesn't have to be told that hiding a rat trap with peanut butter on it in a garden then not telling the household dog's owner exactly where it is so they can keep their dog out of it, is a bad fucking idea. I'm sure he'll feel justified when they're living back at his parents. To be honest, I hope my sister leaves this jerk. He's not good enough for her.
Homeless fruitflies buzzing fucking everywhere. We finally found their "nest" and removed it, so now the bastards are all over and especially trying to suicide in my beer. I don't mind the extra protein, but beer should not be lumpy.
If it's any consolation, they probably wont be there tomorrow. Their life span is less than a day I think.
As to what's irritating me. Just about everything. I have the shits, so don't push me cause I'm close to the edge!
the fruit fly solution is:
half fill a bowl with wine or balsamic vinegar
cover with plastic wrap
punch holes in the wrap with a fork
set bowl where fruit flies fly
they go in but can't get out.
they prefer my beer, though.
yes, I'm living for tomorrow. i will hoover their little corpses up with glee.....
ok that might have been an exaggeration... I vac so infrequently the cats are still scared of the damn thing...
BIL has decided to be an asshole all the time which means I'm moving and my sister will probably lose her house. But hey, at least he doesn't have to be told that hiding a rat trap with peanut butter on it in a garden then not telling the household dog's owner exactly where it is so they can keep their dog out of it, is a bad fucking idea. I'm sure he'll feel justified when they're living back at his parents. To be honest, I hope my sister leaves this jerk. He's not good enough for her.
Damn, MTP.
Moving on and moving out is usually a big relief.
But it's still frustrating to feel forced to do so by someone else's behaviour. And it's a huge pain in the arse.
Hope all goes better for you from here on in.
I know you were never keen on your BIL, but he's your sister's choice.
Try not to burn any bridges.
the fruit fly solution is:
half fill a bowl with wine or balsamic vinegar
cover with plastic wrap
punch holes in the wrap with a fork
set bowl where fruit flies fly
they go in but can't get out.
Or you can just poor some wine ( I've heard beer works also) in a mason jar lid.
Lay it out where they typically congregate.
They will fly into it and die.
you can do the same thing for fleas Sorta ,
get a Small desk lamp ,
shallow bowl Partly fill with water and dish soap ,
Put the desk lamp so it shines in the Bowl ,
stick it some place that Kitty or Rover wont get it on the floor ,
come back in the AM ,
All the Little black specks are dead fleas
OK, so fruit flies congregate where there is rotting vegetable matter. Remove that and they fly around like winged hobos with the IQ of a ZX Spectrum. They're not fucking bright enough to find a trap, and they don't drown. It's either a myth, or in MI we breed fruit flies more on the Commodore Pet level....
Once made homeless, the onsalught dies within a couple of days -no need for "traps" But they're damn fucking irritating while they're waiting for the fruit fly rapture
This sodding cold/flu thing which I've had since the weekend before last and which still won't properly go away.
I hate mucus.
The bugs around are shocking this year Zen. I'm still coughing from a chest infection I had about 2 months ago which was a follow on from bronchitis and tonsilitis. Yes, it's been a shit winter and spring so far. Woe is me. :cry:
Yeah, everyone in my house has had this roving drainage/sore throat/sneezing thing for 4 freaking weeks now. All we know is it's not strep, it's not allergies, and it sucks.
Playing a gig tomorrow night. In a most unlikely turn of events, the area is predicted to get 3-6" of snow during the afternoon. This never happens around here in October, and may set records.
My driver-side low-beam headlight is out, and the place is 45 minutes away through lesser highways (ie unlikely to be well plowed).
And Halloween was supposed to get us a great crowd. On the other hand, maybe there will be a crowd anyway. There's that Russian parable...
“The church is near but the road is icy.
The bar is far away but I will walk carefully.”
WTF is this snow in October!!!
Stay away from Indiana.
Yeah, everyone in my house has had this roving drainage/sore throat/sneezing thing for 4 freaking weeks now. All we know is it's not strep, it's not allergies, and it sucks.
We had that this past winter/early spring. Weeks and weeks of it, it seemed. I was taking everything in the medicine cabinet! I think taking an antihistamine at bedtime and then Mucinex DM in the morning finally did the trick. The nights were awful, though. I kept waking up with the worst dry mouth AND not being able to breath through my nose.
Heavily annoying: got all the way to the gig and their power's out and they're closing. The band failed to call me before I made the drive north.
fuckers
but we'll go again next saturday so all is not lost. I wager it'll be 80 and sunny that day
Sorry, man. Life of a musician.
Our freaking food service here is crazy expensive. There's a "club" you can join where they'll email you coupons. It's always like "FREE water (with a 15 dollar purchase). No substitutions. Bottled water not included. Offer void if spindled, folded, or mutilated. Do not taunt free water. Water not to be reproduced without express written consent."
I'm only slightly exaggerating.
Meaning the water isn't actually free?
Well, they had a good deal on air, that one time.
Nope. But the butterflies are.
Just got the automated call from the school that hebe has an unexcused absence for today. I checked with her swim coach, the athletic dept , her learning community office and the main office about how to get her excused today on athletic grounds and they all told me the swim coach and athletic dept would take care of it...... :rolleyes:
HAD one for today or HAS one for tomorrow?
HAS one for today.
It's still there, it isn't past tense.Tomorrow is Saturday, she doesn't need an excused absence.
When it gets fixed, or today is over, the "has one for today" will be incorrect. Until that time, "HAS one for today" is correct.
"HAD one for today" will apply if and when it gets fixed today
"HAS one for tomorrow" will never apply
Thanks for playing.
Had one for today as the school day is OVER. Past tense.
But whatever floats your boat. Sorry I gave enough of a shit to ask.
Record exists past the end of the school day.
Also sorry you bothered.
So, I had a nice visit with crazynurse today. She was actually fairly perky. I left around 2015 to get home, hopefully get a decent parking spot, and have a snack.
For whatever reason I decided to use the alternate route into my parking lot, which means that I didn't see the upper lot at all ...
Uh, yeah. Wish I had. Because as I drove up the lane looking for a space, I noticed that the entire police department was in the upper parking lot ...
Lights on.
Guns drawn.
Um.
Yeah, why don't I just back up slowly and get the fuck out of dodge.
Which is what I did.
So I went to a nearby convenience store and went to their bathroom, since there was a load of cops and a criminal of some sort between me and mine. I also picked up my snack.
And tuned into the scanner app on my phone to listen to the local police calls ... which all must have been on a tactical channel, and not accessible to the public.
Gave it a good bit of time, then drove home, only to see ANOTHER police car turning into the entrance.
Crap. Drove past. Yep, still all in the parking lot. Drove around the block, and headed for the neighborhood across the big road. Pulled in front of a house and sat listening to the scanner until I heard the words, "transporting male to the correctional facility."
Gave it another couple of minutes, then I went home, before the guy whose house I was parked in front of called the cops on me ... since they were no longer busy in my parking lot, I figured it would be nicer to give them some downtime.
Oh, and in other news ... while I was listening to the scanner, I learned that the nuthouse had some guy run away.
Yeah, why don't I just back up slowly and get the fuck out of dodge.
Almost always a good plan.
Oh, and in other news ... while I was listening to the scanner, I learned that the nuthouse had some guy run away.
Same guy, maybe?
He was coming for you...
I was half asleep, so I missed much of the story, but it sounds like the DC police department just switched to coded transmissions on the radio. Reporters are apparently really upset because they can't listen to the scanner any more to see what the cops are doing. They have to rely on the police to tell them when there is a story instead of finding out through the scanner.
Awwww. Poor reporters, having to actually work for a story. How sad.
The nuthouse escapee wasn't the problem at my apt. It happened after.
Looking at movie reviews of new releases on Rotten Tomatoes (some obscure and will never even be heard of in my town, let alone shown at the multi-plex) and keeping in mind movies I've never seen but have wanted to and movies I haven't even heard of yet, I realize I can never ever ever in my life, even if I owned Netflix and did nothing but watch movies all day, see every movie I want to see.
No, but it's a worthy goal.
Looking at movie reviews of new releases on Rotten Tomatoes (some obscure and will never even be heard of in my town, let alone shown at the multi-plex) and keeping in mind movies I've never seen but have wanted to and movies I haven't even heard of yet, I realize I can never ever ever in my life, even if I owned Netflix and did nothing but watch movies all day, see every movie I want to see.
hey, you can have my share of movie watching time. I don't need it, there's nothing I want to see....
Tried to cash that in but it was non-negotiable.
Damn space/time continuum. Damn you!
No, but it's a worthy goal.
I think so too. :)
I've been meaning to start a thread on quirky and underrated movies (e.g. The Linguini Incident), but haven't gotten to it.
Tried to cash that in but it was non-negotiable.
Damn space/time continuum. Damn you!
maybe beest used it while I wasn't looking. sneaky bugger. never should've got him that tardis.
Stoopid computers. Stoopid stoopid stoopid.
When they decide to "upgrade" you to Windows 7 (which I HATE...what's with the old TV show flashback effect of the windows fading in and out when you open something? It's annoying. I plan to have an epilepsy fit so they'll let me go back to XP) which isn't supported by the Dept of E*D*, all my Dept of E*D* software is the f*cked and I have to try to fix it like I'm some grand poobah of freaking programming or something.
I don't like to ask for assistance here...our office I*T* tech is about as friendly as roadkill, and makes you feel really dumb for not knowing how to fix it, and the guy who "upgraded" acted like I was a moron too. Humorless bass turd. (Yes, I know all about rebooting and mouses and stuff, I'm not quite as stoopid as apparently what you are used to, so don't even think that GIGO crap in my face!)
Whew. I feel better.
Not really.
:mad:
eczema around my eyes and on my eyelids. it's getting worse and you're not supposed to used steroid cream there, but it itches like fuck and the skin is so sensitive it swells up at the first hint of outbreak :(
eczema around my eyes and on my eyelids. it's getting worse and you're not supposed to used steroid cream there, but it itches like fuck and the skin is so sensitive it swells up at the first hint of outbreak :(
What is it with you English and eczema?
Epidemiology
The lifetime clinician-recorded prevalence of eczema has been seen to peak in infancy, with female predominance of eczema presentations occurring during the reproductive period of 15–49 years.[61] Although little data on the trend of eczema prevalence over time exists prior to the Second World War (1939–45), the prevalence of eczema has been found to have increased substantially in the latter half of the 20th Century, with eczema in school-aged children being found to increase between the late 1940s and 2000.[62] A review of epidemiological data in the UK has also found an inexorable rise in the prevalence of eczema over time.[63] Further recent increases in the incidence and lifetime prevalence of eczema in England have also been reported, such that an estimated 5,773,700 or about one in every nine people have been diagnosed with the disease by a clinician at some point in their lives.[4]
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i don't know but I want it to go away :( if I become 'merkin will it disappear? Mildly irritating is no longer the appropriate category. My hands are all flared up too and I have loads of housework to do. and typing.
Merkins don't get excema. This one doesn't. Just angioedema so my hands and feet can swell and itch until I rip holes in the skin trying to get relief.
No skin condition is any fun at all. :(
sorry, I'm whining. onwards!
Creepy McCreepalot. :unsure:
Have you tried colloidal silver Monster? You can get it in a spray and I bet that would feel good on itchy inflamed skin. I have used it on poison ivy. You can also take it orally for an immune boost.
LINKum no, Never heard of it in this context. Kinda scares me. But I will do a bit of research, thanks. My main concern would be drying effect. My skin is dry and needs moisture, and the poison ivy I've seen looks swollen and angry like drying would help. And it kinda sounds weird. But I'll check it out
Awesome! you could get all druid and shit if you come down with Argyria
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argyria
Even better, do an image search for the term! Or not.
Silver sulfadiazine is good for burns. I got some when I had a job where I burned my arm off every other week. It's like miracle stuff.
It's "would have gone", not "would have went". People on the radio and tv should know better.
I seen what you said there. ;)
I know, Spexx. I cringe daily.
How about when they spend time writing, casting, and filming an ad? Around here it's usually the JOLLERS (jewelers) who muck them up. A local radio 'personality' does a commercial: Do you want quality service and great prices? At James Free jewelers, you will!
Apparently if you go to James Free you'll be in want of quality service and great prices. Who wrote that shit? Why didn't someone along the line say 'that's fucked up, dude.'
I was paraphrasing, but you get the point.
It's like G-dub now has a job writing radio commercials. Ba DUM dum.
The IRS is irritating me today.
We have this program here where you can take your pay pre-tax and put some on a fare card so that you can commute to work. It's a nice benefit and it promotes using public transportation. The IRS changed the rules of the program for 2012 so that your fund balance on your card doesn't carry over from month to month. So if I put $300 of my money on my card, and I get sick or take a vacation so I miss a few weeks of work, I'll forfeit MY money that I didn't use by the end of the month. It seems really unfair. I think many people won't realize what is happening with this rule until that first month where they lose a couple hundred bucks, and then this program will die as everyone drops out in droves.
It's kind of like the medical cafeteria plan out there, but with that, you have a year to spend all the money. That's reasonable. I'd be fine with a year. But a month is crazy. It's almost like they are trying to kill this program without actually killing it.
Never underestimate the stupidity of people in decision making positions.
It's only a few more years before the IRS starts hiring thugs to just shake you down on payday as you leave the office.
Yo! Gimme your lunch money AND your trainfare, bitch.
First of the year - and it never fails to irritate me. I had to scrape ice from my car windows this morning.
Dumb-arse major retailers.
Twice in the last few days I have browsed a junk-mail catalogue, seen something I wanted, gone to the shop, and found they have sold out. In one case, didn't get that product sent, in another have had it four four weeks and have sold out, even though the catalogue only went out today.
In both cases these were major national retail chains. All decisions are made centrally and well in advance. The staff at the store had nothing to do with ordering or delivery, had no idea if or when any more such products would come in, had no way of finding this out or requesting a product, and had customers like me fairly often.
So what is bugging me is partly the inconvenience of not getting what I wanted, but also the failure of the system. This is supposed to be a capitalist system with efficient markets connecting me, consumer, with manufacturer, via retailer. What a load of FAIL. In reality it is like a soviet command style economy with no responsiveness to demand or bottom-up feedback.
Twice in the last few days I have browsed a [COLOR="Red"]junk-mail [/COLOR] catalogue, ...
[SIZE="3"]Thank you for your order.
Your business is important to us.
Immediate shipping from our primary source in [/SIZE] :f39:
[SIZE="1"][COLOR="Gray"]Please allow 2-13 weeks for delivery[/COLOR][/SIZE]
.
Zen - I have noticed that even in a lot of upscale catalogues (and stores) they are tightening the reigns with smaller and smaller inventories and when something is sold-out it is, more likey than not, gone forever, never to be seen again.
Everyone is keeping inventory to a bare minimum.
[SIZE="3"]Thank you for your order.
Your business is important to us.
Immediate shipping from our primary source in [/SIZE] :f39:
[SIZE="1"][COLOR="Gray"]Please allow 2-13 weeks for delivery[/COLOR][/SIZE]
.
Ouch. Totalitarian capitalism brought to you by the Peoples Army.
Stupid bloody place where I work (not the school).
I provided a LOT of info when I applied.
But was impressed because I had interview, induction and started work in the same week.
Well worth the lengthy application process I thought.
Oh nononononononono says the no cat.
STILL being chased (3 emails now) for info I have already provided.
I responded to the first email with an explanation.
Last time I phoned and was advised only one form was outstanding - I handed that in in-store last Sunday.
This time I emailed again (HR don't work weekends, even in retail, that's why they're all so smug).
Apparently I have THREE forms outstanding including the tax form I filled in three weeks ago, the form I handed over last week (which is a duplicate of one I completed on my induction) AND a History of Work form never requested previously, but I did give references and permission to contact them in my original application.
Arse? Two hands? Torch?
Arse? Two hands? Torch?
That really does need the verb specified.
Or maybe you intended it both ways. :D
My gripe was not related to
mail-order catalogues but those "what's in-store right now" brochures big shops send out. And our economy (Aussie) is fine so there is no reason to be stingy with ordering.
But look at the same organisational incompetence that Sundae is experiencing. These are all private corporations, the supposed paradigm of profit-focused efficiency. They're running a level of centralised stupidity reminiscent of the soviet system.
Dear capitalism, please get your shit together. It's embarrassing.
I'm guessing find. but I haven't heard that before either.
That really does need the verb specified. Or maybe you intended it both ways. :D
Torch was meant as a noun.
As in they can't find their arse with two hands and a torch [perhaps the American flashlight is more common].
Although if I was meaner, I could have suggested that I wanted to torch (set fire to) the hands and arseholes of the HR team.
But that would be pretty extreme.
I was thinking of "shove" as the verb.
My gripe was not related to mail-order catalogues but those "what's in-store right now" brochures big shops send out.
I worked in a camera shop as a youth and our store's tagline was
"If it's in stock, we have it!"
We often got calls from people asking if we had a certain item, if we replied that it was out of stock the customer would get irate and quote our tagline to prove that we were lying.
But your ad says "If it's in stock, we have it!" and we'd reply, yes, but it's not in stock, therefore... (you are probably too stupid to operate the camera anyway)
BS continues. Now it is a mobile phone battery. Just WHY did paypal just screw up on me?
Jibber jabber jibber jabber jibber jabber jibber jabber jibber jabber jibber jabber jibber jabber jibber jabber.
It's a jibber jabber kind of week at work. Jibber jabber makes my head hurt. I tried to tune out jibber jabber with I Fart Radio but there is a whole lot of effing christmas music and the easy listening I've tried all sounds like the same jibber jabber that every other radio station is playing.
Jibber jabber jibber jabber jibber jabber jibber jabber.
Please to develop an anti-jibberjabber device.
Vile day today.
All morning the day has been darkening.
It's only 5:30 and we are well past the gloaming and into full dark.
Creepy.
All the animals come out at night.
Never underestimate the stupidity of people in decision making positions.
It's only a few more years before the IRS starts hiring thugs to just shake you down on payday as you leave the office.
Yo! Gimme your lunch money AND your trainfare, bitch.
If Obama has his way it will get much worse before it gets better. When they start to go after inheritance taxes that shit pisses me off to no end. Who the hell gave the Gobberment the power to redistribute wealth of the dead????
I saw regular.joe had gone for a bike ride this morning and I though "hey, I'd like to do that, the day is young, the weather is nice". Then I remembered my bike is still stolen :(
No Internet all day long. Have to call the company tomorrow. I'm checking the forum on my phone,hehe. But I think I'll go to bed now. Night people!
People who tell me what their glasses need to have done to them to get fixed, when they have no idea and are completely wrong.
"You need to adjust my nosepad"
"Why?"
"Because there's more pressure on one side"
Well, adjusting your nosepad wouldn't fix that, would it Ms. Shouldn't-be-telling-me-what-to-do-anyway?
School holidays are really irritating me (mind you we are only up to Day 2)
Not so much my kids, as everyone else's.
Neighbour: "J was a bit upset he wasnt allowed to play at your house yesterday?"
Bitchy Duck: " Well sorry, Im encouraging my 2 to make good choices and they decided they didnt want to play with J because he took one of their Nerf guns home and then said it was his"
(besides, I watched the little turd jumping off the roof of your house into the pool all afternoon. Impressionable turd 6 yr old doesnt need to be seeing that. J is starting highschool)
Also, why do they all need to play at my house all the time? Why dont they ever go to your house?
I miss the country insolation.
Your place is the new place Ducky. They'll get over it. When it comes down to it though, you're probably better off having yours where you can see them. Sounds like the kids next door leave a little to be desired.
Just a whole heap of new experiences.
Like Tyler, who will bend over backwards to be gracious and pleasant to the ferels from the neighbourhood, but be a right royal little arsehole to his younger brother.
Addison is just a shit to everyone, so he is at least consistant.
I miss when they used to play together and have fun doing boy stuff that wasnt illegal, dangerous or against common decancy.
If it's not illegal, dangerous or indecent it's really not worth doing. Specially if you're a boy, and even if you're a girl sometimes. :D
so i went to the texans game today. they lost. no big deal. can't win'em all especially as hurt as they are. BUT what REALLY chapped my ass?? the fact that my new truck got broke into. azzholes didn't take anything but still the fact of the matter. pfft.
Aww dammit.
Did they smash glass to get in? 'cause you'll be finding broken bits for ever.
the fact that my new truck got broke into. azzholes didn't take anything but still the fact of the matter. pfft.
They probably got tired of riding Monster's bike and were looking to upgrade.
Cheer up Monster, when I was a kid I watched my bike get stolen while I was inside a fast food restaurant.
ouch rich! that had to suck!
no Zen, they popped the lock on the drivers side with a screwdriver and unlocked it that way.
I found out TOOL is coming to NJ in January. Tickets went on sale the 16th. sold out. you can find them for $175 each now.
balls.
Just irritating enough to complain about...
A job listing for a graphic designer in Center City Philadelphia. Reads like a nice position for a designer to apply for...until you get to the part where you must also be the office manager, executive assistant...and IT expert.
I figure this is either a totally new, made-up position at this company; or, they had 3 or 4 people performing these duties but couldn't afford to keep them; OR, they had someone in this position who one day, just ran screaming out the door and never came back.
I found out TOOL is coming to NJ in January. Tickets went on sale the 16th. sold out. you can find them for $175 each now.
balls.
Yeah, but you'd have to go to New Jersey.
OR, they had someone in this position who one day, just ran screaming out the door and never came back.
I bet this
Seeing similar issues with postings I'm looking at as well.
Very mildly irritating me this morning. I placed an order with Eddie Bauer on the 15th. It's listed as in stock. They still haven't sent it out yet. What are they waiting for? I need this for Christmas. I have too few presents to offer already.
Evening round my sister's.
My brother not there.
Quiz game. Mum announced to all and sundry that I would not have won if my brother was there. OUCH.
My brother is not more intelligent than me - or at least not much more, and in different ways.
My brother is not better at quizzes than me.
Had my brother been there tonight he would have given me a run for my money (the boy is smart!) but he would not have blown me out of the water.
My choice is either Mum said it deliberately to bring me down a peg or two after I won two rounds (I was paired with my niece and she did participate, but never on questions I had trouble with).
Or she really believes Stevo is much smarter than me.
He and I agree that he's not; we are best as a team as we fill in eachother's ignorannt blanks. And we are no longer allowed to be paired as we wipe the floor with the opposition. Please note this is a simple family group, we're not up against Brian Cox and Stephen Fry.
Damn growing up being considered the "clever one", not the pretty one.
Any question of my intelligence panics me. Because if I'm not the clever one I have no place in the family.
Sundae - Would you tell your mum NICELY to STFU for me.
You are smart and wise in ways she is apparently not able to grasp.
:bolt:
Tell her "You wouldn't have won if it were just you here."
Sorry bout that.
Mum and I were sniping all night and that was the one that got under my skin. In hindsight she was trying to hurt me but the remark that kicked it off was when I told my neice that Mum overcooked meat. Well she does! And pizza and vegetables. But I probably shouldn't have laughed about it with Abs. She was very indignant about it and told me to get my own house and then I could have meat exactly the way I liked it. Should've realised that was a shot across the bows.
Anyway, it was petty and paranoid and I should have just slept on it rather than drag it out on here.
One too many sherberts I think.
I'm over it now and normal relations have resumed.
But I probably shouldn't have laughed about it with Abs. She was very indignant about it and told me to get my own house and then I could have meat exactly the way I liked it.
You shouldn't have said it, period. You ungrateful wretch :p:
Bah!!! HUMBUG!!!! I'm being hounded to meet a deadline for a project that wasn't my responsibility in the first place. :rolleyes:
Pretty much everything this afternoon.
Jackson knocked the fence over to get the washing off the line for the 3rd day in a row.
Then I laid down wire because him and the bitch next door (4 legged) were getting friendly under the fence and digging....he then dug UNDER the wire to dig under the fence.
The kids came shopping with me this morning and even though they got a mountain of presents for Xmas - "can we get a toy or something?".
I said No, but when we saw these inflatable beach play things for $10, I told them I would advance their pocket money to buy them .....when I finished refencing the clothes line and the vegies, I saw them throwing the inflatable items up in the air on the road which I said not too because it would pop them. So I deflated them and pretended to throw them in the bin.
After I refused to cook their dinner (told you I was shitty), they had cereal and decided to go to bed early.
Work rang and asked me to come in to cover a sickie for evening shift, I reminded them that I am working all day tomorrow and the EBA would mean that would eff my shift up tomorrow - they couldnt see the issue....no thanks, I'll take the 8 hr shift tomorrow that I have arranged care for, rather than the 3 hour cover shift.
I got new sleeping pills today, so that might help :)
Must be something in the water. I've had the shits all day too. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
I was supposed to got food shopping at the market today, but I'm not going to make it. They'll be closed by the time I get there.
Now I either have to go to the overpriced bodega, or to the chain grocery store with the sketchy meats.
I've got a thread or something in my underwear that's slightly irritating me today.
TMI?
My choice is either Mum said it deliberately to bring me down a peg or two after I won two rounds
I bit it's this. My Mom was the same way. She said it was to make sure us kids didn't get swelled heads. But I figured out in my twenties that she had an inferiority complex.
You can either respond in kind. "Well you should be glad he didn't come, Mom, or you'd be
another notch down the list." Or you can let it roll off your back knowing that it is
her problem, not yours.
I hope this isn't a dup. I must have forgotten to hit submit last time.
I've got a thread or something in my underwear that's slightly irritating me today.
TMI?
Depends on what the "or something" might be.
i am working on an article and one of my sources is something is a study i remember reading in "american minds" that showed what students remembered from lectures (a.k.a. nearly nothing). the article had a link, except that i never actually saved it at the time, and now its in a library on the other side of the ocean, and so far i can't find the article or the study.
there's also a study about how when it comes to getting jobs where you study is a lot more important then what you studies... which again i can't find.
google and google scholar have failed me.
My Nissan Murano power steering belt and bearing has finally gone kapput!!
Its getting fixed next weekend by my nephew when we go to Brissie for Addison's birthday, I was hoping it would last but it will be out of action until then...its a heavy mo fo when the PS isnt working
It's easier to steer if you go real fast. ;)
My arm.
I scratched it in my sleep and I had a jagged nail. Of course I didn't know any of this until I woke up and my arm hurt and it looked like I'd had an arm wrestling contest with a grizzly.
So the scratches brought on the angioedema which means my arm is swollen, hot to the touch, abraded, and feeling like it's going to pop like a ball park frank.
Yeesh. I slathered antiobiotic cream all over it and took a benadryl.
better get checked for Rabies ! ')
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hilarious.
CHAMPING!
CHAMPING!
CHAMPING!
CHAMPING!
CHAMPING!
CHAMPING!
CHAMPING!
CHAMPING!
Ooh Infi! As in the other thread, that is nasty.
Of interest to me though is that I might have angioedema!
Dunno, but looking for somethig to explain every time I break the skin I get swelling and itching. Cuts from sticks, Diz, scissors etc. Ouch. Then puffy and itchy like buggery. Goes down in about an hour.
Today, my irritants:
I checked the menu for school lunch today. I can't afford it every day so I pick and choose.
Chicken burger, cheese and tomato pizza, veggie pasta bake.
I was up mostly for the pasta bake, but knew I could decide at the counter.
NOPE.
Sausage, mash and mixed sweetcorn and broccoli (veggie sausages available).
WTF?!
Where is the choice?
Where is the ability to select?
Apart from that they have an odd kind of sausage that looks boiled not grilled. And it comes in a greasy gravy. I would think some childer went home after only having a few mouthfuls.
In future I will take non-perishable food (tin of soup etc) so I can reject the hot lunch if I want to. I do resent spending £2.40 on it though.
FTR our food is provided by another school and only served here. This is the first time something like this has happened, so something had obviously gone badly wrong in the kitchens of the other school. Doesn't stop me resenting it though :)
The other is that I can't find a specialist program for working through social stories.
It was supposed to be on the system. It's not.
A copy of the CD was supposed to be in the Topic Room. It's not.
Other programs supposed to be in the Topic Room are in fact in another place. I found them. This CD is not with them.
There are about 30 children in the whole school that this might be useful for - in varying degrees. One of them is Tiger, to the extent that he was in mind when it was purchased. It's not going to do him any good where it is.
I can't say more, but it's difficult to escalate. Also there is no-one I can ask to find it for me as no-one presently in school will know any more than I do and I have reached a dead end. So it just has to be a frustration for now.
At least it's not one which makes me physically itch though.
Yes, sounds about right. Its very much like hives only it affects a deeper skin layer. Anything will bring on an attack. For example, if I wear a pair of shoes that I've worn many times before but haven't worn in a while they might rub, say, the top of a foot and later I'm itching, the skin is swelling like a ball park frank, and it is hot to the touch. I imagine it feels like fire ants biting. I've been rendered almost unable to walk. It usually affects extremities (my ear has swollen shut on occasion.) There is a version called Hereditary Angioedema that can be dangerous: closing off your airways. I don't do that!
Oh, and it typically develops in early 20s. I was in college when it started.
I had to tell mammo lady that I wasn't diseased and had scratched my arm in my sleep. I told my mom I got a kitten. :lol:
so i am finding out a noticeable annoyance now that i am divorced -
even though you have worked your way through for seducing someone and she you, even though she found out what you like and you what she likes, and you both know what make you jump on each other...
she's not there when your horny anymore.
People who are too stupid to pay attention.
Guy, posting to messageboard: I am a piano teacher for kids on the spectrum. You can visit my clear, professional looking website for more information. My rates are $X per hour, call me at [number] or email me at [address] if interested!
Reply to messageboard: I am interested! Do you have a website?
Reply to messageboard: Ooh, this sounds great! What are your rates?
Reply to messageboard: My kids would love this. Please email me at [address.]
Reply to messageboard: I am interested. My email is [address.]
Reply to messageboard: I think my daughter would do well with this. Please call me at [number].
etc.
etc.
etc.
13 damn emails! Contact him, idiots.
lol...poor people. Maybe they just don't understand? Maybe they've only learned to use the internet to help their kids? Maybe they really are idiots. lol
so i am finding out a noticeable annoyance now that i am divorced -
even though you have worked your way through for seducing someone and she you, even though she found out what you like and you what she likes, and you both know what make you jump on each other...
she's not there when your horny anymore.
You have a hand ;)
Its cheaper, gives you less grief and needs less foreplay.
You have a hand ;)
Its cheaper, gives you less grief and needs less foreplay.
Your only saying that because you don't know my hand!
I am a dodo bird. I do better when I hang out in the cellar between processes. ;)
I got interrupted on a process today and mis-entered ONE "savedlist" name and I have to reverse the damage manually, for each student. Luckily, it's ~130 instead of a much higher number as it easily could be.
Ouch.
I had a silmilar problem today as yesterday - only one item available for lunch, and one which bore no resemblance to the menu. Where were the turkey enchiladas?!
So I had soup instead.
On the good news front, two other people raised my missing software query for me at a TA meeting. I was waiting for AOB on the agenda, but they stepped right in. Which makes it look like it's a bigger issue than it is :)
Also, it may already be in the process of being solved. A CD was presented to our itinerant IT chap after the Christmas break to put onto the server. It is likely to be what I am looking for. Yay.
Soup is a standby here too! Well, their chili is good anyway. Salad today, though. I brought my own cottage cheese since they've been watering theirs down, or milking it down, and I hate dressing so I need the CC.
But my issue wouldn't be so bad: I don't mind the tedious work...it's just that any second now 84 students are going to be whining about. The others don't read their emails, luckily. Really, a lot of them pay no attention until you make a mistake. Then come the peasants with pitchforks. But eff it, I'm on lunch. ;)
What is an AOB and a CD? I know TA and IT. :)
Really, a lot of them pay no attention until you make a mistake. Then come the peasants with pitchforks. But eff it, I'm on lunch. ;)
My long lost friend once forwarded an email on the a group of Doctors. GPs were notorious for not bothering to respond to emails, even when they were officially marked and responses were required and deadlines given. For example if booking a training session that needed individual work-packs and catering you had to assume 25% more would turn up than had responded.
Anyway, in this email, "Practise" was used where "Practice" would have been correct. How many replies did she get? Shedloads. From GPs she had never heard of before. Many of them terse, some bordering on bloody rude. It was only a minor consolation to her that she's only forwarded the thing, not written it, such was the level of vitriol expressed.
What is an AOB and a CD? I know TA and IT. :)
Any Other Business (on an Agenda). Sorry, I thought that was in general usage. I have measured out my life in Minutes it seems.
CD as in Compact Disc. We call those things that go into 'puters CDs whether they have programs or music or photos on them. There might be a better term of course. Or I might just have been a bit acronym heavy and blown your mind :)
Oh...no, CD I just wasn't thinking context.
I hadn't heard of AOB. We just have 'other'.
I'm having contextual issues. Where did my brain go? I saw a news article today about a body being found, with the picture of the dead man they think it belonged to. (Does that even make sense? Does a dead body belong to the dead person, who isn't a person anymore, really?)
I wondered who Body was (Bob Body? Tom Body? Richard Ulysses Body?), and why would I care? :blush:
I'll have to try to remember some of my classics.
They tend to involve not hearing things properly on the radio in the morning and in the shower (and in the nude come to that). Okay I might be a little hard of hearing, but like you say, context really should inform me.
Although I did not mishear Keith Vaz (Leicester MP) describing a situation as a "vicious circus" which is still amusing me even now.
Oh yeah, I have a lot of those too. But I typically don't read things wrong. Like I read it as BOW-dy, not a short o, a long one!
Jezus Bob, Clown Colleges need FA training.
It's like they don't have a CLUE how any of it works, and are subsequently expecting me to drop everything every time Susie Snotface flunks out of here and tries to go to Clown College of the Thieves of the Taxpayers.
You know how people have those stupid sayings that attach to every email? Usually it's some drivel that they got off some dumbass motivational poster. "A thousand tomorrows starts with the butterflies of yesterday's seeds you planted that flowered and then became the wings of the future."
Gag me. Anyway, I'm thinking of making an auto-attach of:
Poor planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part.
:mad:
Lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part
was prominently displayed in the admin office of the philosophy department where I was an undergrad, with a picture of a clock with the hands indicating 4.55.
Good words.
I broke my glasses last night.
Before and after (Only instead of books...arrowheads)
That is too true. Thankfully I have near vision.
I'm farsighted. I can see for miles and miles, but I can't see what's right in front of me without glasses anymore.
Used to have perfect vision. Damn old age. I can see why lifelong glasses wearers would want lasik. Glasses are a PITA!
That is too true. Thankfully I have near vision.
Wait a few years.
I have about a six inch depth of field that's about a foot from the tip of my nose. Anything closer is blurry, and anything farther is blurry. These new contacts are teh awesome though. They correct for both.
I'm farsighted. I can see for miles and miles,
Are the Eiffel Tower and the Taj Mahal are yours to see on clear days?
Wait a few years.
I'm 51, I can still see close up, just not really tiny typefaces and I need a lot more light than I used to. For everything else there's astigmatism.
any type of distance is pretty soft.
Update: the arm that I tried to scratch off in my sleep has heeled to the 'long think scabby' point and in the webinar I was absentmindedly sort of scratching at them and next thing I knew I was bleeding all down my arm.
:lol:
TMI, and gross? Why yes, yes it is.
I'm sure the the three Wigs O'Big who were in there were wondering what the heck happened to me. I wanted to tell them that on the weekends I rescue Polar Bears up in the Arctic.
Anyway, when my eyesight started to get bad it went quickly. I truly believe that you can exercise your eyes. My mom would tell me to turn on another light when I was reading and I would say "how do you know I'm not exercising my eyes, making them stronger?" She couldn't argue since the eye doctor would joke that I could read the writing around the doorknob when I got to the bottom of the chart.
But then things got blurry in my early 40s, and I started wearing reading glasses. And stronger reading glasses, and stronger. My friend says I'm running out of room on the magnification.
I'll have to break down and get real glasses someday.
Are the Eiffel Tower and the Taj Mahal are yours to see on clear days?
Yes, the Eiffel Tower at King's Island.
Taj Ma Hall died this past spring, so I don't see her anymore. (That was one of my kittehs.)
So n'yeah. Thought ya had me, eh?;)
I'm 51
Whippersnapper.
I had excellent close vision until I turned 57. I one year, my close vision went to crap. Now I've got bifocal for the day and reading glasses by my bed.
Getting old is a bitch.
No, I know floaters. I hate those too. It's like, when you see them, you can't NOT see them.
This was a zig-zaggy almost in a full circle thing. Like glatt said, some kind of eye migraine. I have a slight headache, but otherwise it seems to be going away.
Currently on my second of these today..... grrr.....
...turned into a headache, had to take painkiller -which is something I rarely do....... :( Seemed to do the trick though. Took ibuprofen for the first time -previously forbidden to me because of asthma, but two docs have now said it should be OK so I thought I'd give it a whirl....
Makes you want to stick a fork in your eye, doesn't it?
Be careful driving...that's what scares me, when I lose half my vision.
oh the eye thing is pretty much over, thanks. I'm going to attempt figure skating and see what fun that is......
on the phone as i type this with our beloved IRS at the moment. the woman helping me is the epiphany of political correctness and cover your mother fucking ass. :) :eyebrow: :mad2:
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fuck the irs.
i feel like they're sending squad cars to my house now. over $293.84 from 2009 i owe and that i should have filed last year but didn't. then the fact that i didn't errrrr my accountant didn't file on a sssssmmmmmaaaaaalllll capital gain that i get every year. pffft. bitch. that woman i swear to god, REALLY?! politically correct torture is what that was. i had no idea what she was talking about for 2010 then it dawned on me and i said oh yeah! ok. then she said "ooooohhhhh so you DO know what i'm talking about. let me make a note of that in the file!" yeah like i'm trying to cheat you. whatever. fuck'em.
Make payments - send them a dime A REAL DIME every month. :D
One of the things I have to deal with everyday is my intolerance of stupid and ignorant people. ("chyeah," you're thinking, "then why do you come here?")
A particularly vexing behavior of that group is their thinking that adding "and so much more... or much, much more... or even just, and much more..." to their advertisement of products or services that they offer is actually going to be read, much less sell anything. Especially when on a given month I am asked to add that line or variations of it to at least eight ads.
fuckwits.
Today, though one of the advertisers decided to tweak her shitty ad by removing a block of text half as long as "War and Peace." A dreadful litany in tedious detail of every speck and mote for sale in her shop, she reduced it to three species within a genus of crap she sells.
Everything comes at a price. She now wants me to include the phrase "The most unique and extensive..."
Here is the main argument for gun control. It is at times like this that I feel life is not really worth living. IT is too early to start drinking and I know that won't make it go away.
.....IT is too early to start drinking and I know that won't make it go away.
no it's not. cheers mate!
I am irritated at myself for being irritated by this but doing nothing about it.
I registered on QVC to buy a single item as a gift.
I get it - you have to register, fine. I can always cancel my registration, but I may as well keep it in case there is something else at some point I would like to buy.
Now the chap I registered with was pleasant enough.
But obviously hard of hearing or of understanding.
He registered my first name as Shery.
What? That's not even a name!
I have a clear speaking voice. I do not gabble on the phone. I have worked in a call-centre, I leave pauses for people to type and/ or make noises to indicate I can continue.
Shery?
Idiot.
Anyway, months later I get emails addressed to Shery.
And every time I do it irritates me.
I refer you to the line in italics above.
Sigh.
I sometimes purposefully mispell my name on forms so later I can tell where the junk mail originated.
I did that recently!
I gave my maiden name. No-one has referred to me by that name for over a decade.
I WILL KNOW.
Notice that I purposefully misspelled misspell.
Some problem with the graphics card on this PC (not a virus thank goodness) means we might be shut down for a while :(
Promise to miss me!
A blanket (not a good one thank fsm, because a bunch of threads got pulled and it's basically junk now) somehow caught on my dryer lint screen shield part and ripped a big piece off. There's a parts center online for Sears (a Kenmore), and it might be replaceable. Catch: I can't find the model number. It's probably on the back and this thing (a stackable w/d) is basically set back into a closet with drawers built in next to it. I can't even imagine pulling it out of there.
There might be a manual around here...it was part of the purchase and was here with the previous owners.
I just really can't have one more thing break in this place. My friends have fallen through on the deal to fix my bathroom floor...and my kitchen sink. I'm still using a dorm fridge (really why spend the money on a big one when I'm getting by with the smaller one, but still) and there is a leak (comes and goes) in my living room ceiling and a couple other repairs needed.
But I'm going to win the lottery tonight and leave it all behind anyway, so there's that. ;)
Funny how transient I feel, for being an adult and all. Or I'm supposed to be. Sigh...
I think old single women are supposed to ask their dads and brothers for help with these kinds of things, but I just don't want to.
Maybe look on craigslist for a general handyman who would work hourly? Down here they're easier to find because they're all illegal, but with the economy the way it is, there's gotta be people looking for work. If it's all small jobs that you're just not up to yourself, you might be able to get everything done for as little as $30-$40.
Good advice. I tend to get all bogged down and freaked out...thinking "roofer and plumber and floor-putter-inner" etc.
I think I can hold off until spring and in the meantime I'm going to start putting aside money. Then once a couple other things are taken care of I'll be ready to find someone to help me out with the things I can't do.
The bitch of it is the one of the two guys who was going to do my floor (it needs new sub-flooring too) owes me a couple grand (I helped them when he needed some serious dental work.) However, the one of the two guys who would most likely follow through doesn't owe me anything. Of course, maybe things will settle down for them and they'll be able to do something this spring.
Thanks Clod. Sometimes I just need someone logical to remind me I'm not helping matters by freaking out. :)
Thanks Clod. Sometimes I just need someone logical to remind me I'm not helping matters by freaking out. :)
Clod is especially good at this, but many Dwellars over the years have fulfilled the same function for me. We Strawberry Festival Queens get a little flakey occasionally. But that's okay, because we're so berrylicious in all other aspects.
*giggles*
Thank fsm it takes all kinds to make a world. :)
A blanket (not a good one thank fsm, because a bunch of threads got pulled and it's basically junk now) somehow caught on my dryer lint screen shield part and ripped a big piece off. There's a parts center online for Sears (a Kenmore), and it might be replaceable. Catch: I can't find the model number. It's probably on the back and this thing (a stackable w/d) is basically set back into a closet with drawers built in next to it. I can't even imagine pulling it out of there.
There might be a manual around here...it was part of the purchase and was here with the previous owners.
I just really can't have one more thing break in this place. My friends have fallen through on the deal to fix my bathroom floor...and my kitchen sink. I'm still using a dorm fridge (really why spend the money on a big one when I'm getting by with the smaller one, but still) and there is a leak (comes and goes) in my living room ceiling and a couple other repairs needed.
But I'm going to win the lottery tonight and leave it all behind anyway, so there's that. ;)
Funny how transient I feel, for being an adult and all. Or I'm supposed to be. Sigh...
I think old single women are supposed to ask their dads and brothers for help with these kinds of things, but I just don't want to.
http://fixitnow.com/ <--check it out, you must.
I.M. , i can be the attachment you screw on the bed to get the house repairs done!
srsly tho, fixitnow or a handyman looks good
http://fixitnow.com/ <--check it out, you must.
I.M. , i can be the attachment you screw on the bed to get the house repairs done!
srsly tho, fixitnow or a handyman looks good
Thanks for the link, foot. :)
And putheljinks, everything comes with a price...not one I'm willing to pay. But thanks for thinking of me. :lol:
Seriously, you all rock.
http://fixitnow.com/ <--check it out, you must.
That's a cool website (and pretty funny.) I'm already getting close to finding the part I need...just need a little more time to research.
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free and see the sights of the city. The views are spectacular. I go there 2-3 times a year on my lunch hour and just look at the view.
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Well, the federal government just gave the building to Donald Trump.
He's going to make it into a Trump Hotel. The pompous ass.
My gawd.
Can we kick him out of our country? He's disgusting.
It loses more than $6 million annually and became a target of federal officials looking to sell or lease underused government buildings.
Trump prevailed with a plan to team up with California private equity company Colony Capital to invest $200 million in acquiring the building and turning it into a luxury hotel ...
The government attempted to redevelop the Old Post Office in the 1980s, which led to the addition of a rear annex, but that space has long been empty and in disrepair, with broken tiles, exposed beams and unfinished storefronts.
“Deciding to move forward with redeveloping this iconic property potentially will save millions in taxpayer dollars,” said Robert Peck, commissioner of the GSA’s Public Buildings Service, in a news release. “The tremendous response from the private sector allowed us to select a proposal that will
provide a positive economic return for the federal government and
better utilize a historic property on our nation’s Main Street.”
The government and Trump still must come to terms on a final financial agreement, one that governs the use of the building and preservation of its historic aspects, in the next 12 months.
Trump would lease the land from the government and
the clock tower would remain under the control of the National Park Service and open to the public
Link
Seems to be more of a win-win.
Have to say that gets my thumbs up too.
Better than razing the thing to the ground and building an office block.
I am irritated by my nose and mouth today. or I mean my skin is irritated in these areas.
Coming down from a cold but my lips are dry and itchy (I've had to hold off lipbalm due to coldsores) and my nose is throbbing because of all the blowing and wiping I've had to do.
Our new girl sat beside me today - she needs heavy-duty writing assistance.
Her nose was running like a tap. Although she is behind almost all of the children in our class in many aspects, in this one she was streets ahead. She asked permission to get herself toilet paper and when she'd used up her little stash she asked for more. As opposed to wiping her nose on her sleeve/ licking it directly from her top lip.
But it does make me wary that I may catch a new cold from her just as this one is finally abating...
They should raze Trump's head and build an office block. :lol:
Merlin (my 10 year old Australian Shepard) contracted Lyme's disease. We didn't know what was up with him, thinking he got into a dead deer or sprained his back... Poor bugger. Now he's on doxycycline and deramaxx, he appears to be high as a kite. So he's got that going for him.
Always a good idea to check your pets for ticks. Dad's dog gets them quite a bit. Paralysis ticks are the worst. I hope your puppy is better soon.
As to my irritation levels. They are high today. I'm going to visit my friend soon and we're going out for lunch. Maybe that will help. If I stay here I'm going to kill every member of my family.
If I stay here I'm going to kill every member of my family.
With all this talk about tic - tic - tics ... better leave your gun at home.
Merlin (my 10 year old Australian Shepard) contracted Lyme's disease. We didn't know what was up with him, thinking he got into a dead deer or sprained his back... Poor bugger. Now he's on doxycycline and deramaxx, he appears to be high as a kite. So he's got that going for him.
Sorry for you, glad after a fashion for Merlin.
If I stay here I'm going to kill every member of my family.
Be sure to make it look like a robbery/suicide! and ixnay on the ingerprintsfay
Just to update any of you who were worried about me, I've had a nice day out with my friend and he son (who happens to be one of Aden's mates). I feel very much better now. :)
Watching the academy awards, and there's this annoying high pitched noise coming from both Billy Crystal's wireless mic and from the main mic. My wife can't hear it, but it's kind of bugging me.
I had it on in the other room. THAT SOUND drove me nuts, I had to turn it off.
We have it on mute with closed captioning on, and old time radio on for sound.
I was looking for vindication online and found it on Open Book. Lots of people complaining about Oscar mic problem on FB.
People who want to make a competition out of everything, and I do mean everything. I'm sicker than you, I'm poorer than you, I'm sadder than you.
Yep, and you suck more than I do too!
Yes, I do. Finally I beat you!
Ahahahahaaaaaaaa
lol....I wasn't talking about you classic. I don't see you that way at all. Totally the opposite in fact.
Too late - I won, I won, I won! No takin it back.;)
I am in a weird place right now where one moment i have my feet on the ground or focused on whatever intellectual idea floats my fancy, and then the next i am fantasizing a future day where i'd get back with my ex wife and play with my stepson, or fantasizing that they are here, or wondering what they are doing, or mad at myself for doing that or mad at her for doing this... and wondering how much would he remember of me...
and it's really one moment there and one moment there, sometimes on a second to second basis... it's driving me insane.
many people deal with having to rebuild their lives from scratch my age, but most people deal with their first breakups when they are younger, and most people deal with a divorce when they are older, and most people deal with loosing kids... well, hopefully never.
i am having this all in the same time, and i am just getting into the point where i am functioning again... where i have a clear path for recovery: stay off the smokes, workout at least half an hour a day, shower regularly, get a new job, develop a new skill, earn money, connect with new people, meet new women, move to a new place, save some investment money for rainy days for some financial security nobody can take away from me on a whim...
i can finally get my limbs and mouth to do it, but i can't get my mind to focus on it.
i suppose thinking of them every other second is better then thinking of them every second, but really i am trying to stop thinking about them long enough to have a deep thought about anything else... and this isn't normal for me, i am as hyper-focused as it gets, the ADD antithesis, having small short bursts of thoughts interrupted by stabs of emotional pain taking all my attention is... not me.
in general this whole self-pity shenanigans doesn't feel like the me that i know.
Give it a little time. You'll get there. Just keep going forward.
Give it a little time. You'll get there. Just keep going forward.
Good advice.
First off its every second.
STAY BUSY...then its every minute ...
STAY BUSY...
Then its every 5-10 minutes ...
STAY BUSY... every hour ...
STAY BUSY...
every day ...
STAY BUSY... week ...
STAY BUSY... month ...
STAY BUSY...
You see the trend?
Dude, you are mourning the death of something very special to you.
Grieve at your own pace. Give it time. There are many of us here who have gone through it.
Each of us must do so in our own way and time.
Hang in there. focus forward - ever forward.
Keep your feet moving and your mind busy - as much and as best you can.
I can't shift the water in my ears.
I can't shift the water in my ears.
have you tried engaging the clutch?
I did, but they just weren't interested. I think they were stoned.
Irritating today?
An issue with Tiger's teacher and his new Speech Therapist.
I wrote a long post, but even with all names completely removed it says too much.
So I'll just say the above.
And go GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
I can't shift the water in my ears.
I'm having that trouble, too. I'm working on tumble turns and the water gets in my ears with all that underwater rotating (they're more like jumble-fumble turns at the moment - how can you ensure you come up facing the right way?).
Sent by thought transference
I hear superglue is good for cleaning out ears. :D
Or preventing the entrance of water in the first place.
aqua ear?
Maybe try putting earplugs in before swimming?
I never understood why some people have trouble with tumble turns. They sort of came naturally to me as a kid. It might be a different thing if I was trying to learn now though.
If I had to give advice, I'd say to go into the turn, and when you can't see the bottom of the pool anymore, it's time to turn over. That way you'll end up facing the right way.
Sorry, that's all I've got.
Tumble turns sounds so.... elementary school... I can't flip turn to save my life. Well I probably could if the stakes were high, but I always end up disoriented, with water up my nose despite "knowing" how to stop that, and water in the ears. I'd rather just touch and go. This dog is too old to learn new tricks.
I always get water in my ears when i swim, but I rarely have problems getting it out of there -just shake like a pet coming in from the rain. Not working today, though. yes, still there.
Tumble turns sounds so.... elementary school... I can't flip turn to save my life. Well I probably could if the stakes were high, but I always end up disoriented, with water up my nose despite "knowing" how to stop that, and water in the ears. I'd rather just touch and go. This dog is too old to learn new tricks.
I always get water in my ears when i swim, but I rarely have problems getting it out of there -just shake like a pet coming in from the rain. Not working today, though. yes, still there.
maybe it's microscopic termites!!! :eek:
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I was turning a walnut bowl on the lathe and was just putting a finishing touch on it when my gouge caught the piece, tore it from the chuck, bounced it off the tool rest and into my lip.
Might be able to salvage it. The bowl, I'm not so sure about.
Got a crudely folded up piece of paper in Minifobette's folder from school:
[Child's] Birthday Party!
Where: Chuck E. Cheese
When: Saturday 1:00
...And that's it. No address to determine which of the 4 Chuck E. Cheese locations they mean, and no date to confirm that the Saturday they refer to is today (you know, less than 24 hours after they sent home the invitation.)
So no big deal, the thing goes in the trash and we won't give it a second thought.
The irritating part is, [Child] has the same name as my daughter, and she is very new in the class, so it's likely more than a few parents are going to think that I am the one who sent out this atrocity of an invitation.
Chuck e Cheese *shudder*
I have an Aspy kid in one of my classes who is obsessed with that place. I can't imagine how he could cope. I imagine he'd be completely out of control throwing his body around like mad crashing into everyone and everything. Certain to end in a lot of uncontrollable tears and screaming and a hell of a scrap with his Dad.:thepain:
I was turning a walnut bowl on the lathe and was just putting a finishing touch on it when my gouge caught the piece, tore it from the chuck, bounced it off the tool rest and into my lip.
Might be able to salvage it. The bowl, I'm not so sure about.
oooooouuuuuch....
what happened? Was the tool rest too far from the workpiece? I really really miss working on the lathe. getting smashed in the face, less so. I hope you're ok.
So, having just taken my car in for its 200,000 km service, and forked over damn near $2,000 for this including water pump, full timing gear rebuild etc etc ... it sounds like a cross between a VW beetle and a bloody lawnmower! They have bollocksed it up, beyond doubt. Going to take it back on Monday, but WTF??? PITA.
lol...sounds like they got the timing way wrong. Or forgot to connect the exhaust or something.
It sux to be you this weekend boy racer. ;)
oooooouuuuuch....
what happened? Was the tool rest too far from the workpiece? I really really miss working on the lathe. getting smashed in the face, less so. I hope you're ok.
Oh there was a
tool involved, that's for sure, the nut behind the wrench.
No, It was a slightly too aggressive angle with the bowl gouge. I really should have been using a scraper at that point, but I was being sloppy.
The lip is down to that slightly metallic taste, and only hurts with vinegar.
So, having just taken my car in for its 200,000 km service, and forked over damn near $2,000 for this including water pump, full timing gear rebuild etc etc ... it sounds like a cross between a VW beetle and a bloody lawnmower! They have bollocksed it up, beyond doubt. Going to take it back on Monday, but WTF??? PITA.
I had a dumbass local mechanic bend a heat shield on my Suzuki doing the State inspection. The good news was when the shield was bent back it no longer made the sound.
I overcooked my challah.
Still, at least it was only the practice loaf.
So I took the car back to the mechanic. RATTLERATTLERATTLE ... Halfway there the damn rattle stopped and by the time I got the workshop the car was purring like a kitten.
I left it there anyway, maybe when it cools it will do the rattle again.
Five minutes later they phone me and call me back. The bit of the radiator that the top hose connects to "has broken". Now, true, the plastic was rather brittle (plastic? Subaru, WTF?) but it wasn't broken when I left it with them. It now needs a new radiator tank, or possibly a whole new radiator.
:right:
So now I'm looking for a new mechanic.
My car is out of commission until my friend can look at it...it has 3 small oil leaks that need repair, and given that I drive 300-500 miles a day, I'd rather not drive it until it's fixed.
The dealer wanted $1500 to fix them...no. My friend can fix them for $200-500...it's a matter of him coming over to get it, which will hopefully be tomorrow. In the meantime, I'm driving M's car, which is nice, but it's not my Impala.
Trans shot on one car this am and daughter rear-ended somebody this afternoon.
Thankfully no one was hurt - just a minor bump. I just can't afford any of this right now.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr - I've had my PJ's on since 5 and refuse to drive anywhere.
Fuck this shit. I'm turning Amish. Gonna git me a horse!
At least you all know what happened to your cars.
Someone ran into our car when it was parked and didn't bother leaving a note.
Arseholes.
Oh, this was yesterday by the way.
Someone hit and run, in a parking lot, my younger sis in law's new Odyssey after she'd had it 3 weeks.
She still didn't beat my 'totaled at 2 weeks' but it sure does suck.
Leave a note, ffs. We can figure out the logistics later.
Ali, what kind of car insurance laws do you have there? When someone hits and runs here I figure they're either drunk or don't have insurance...or both.
or they're just a dick and don't want to pay the excess.
By the way, Zen. My Beetle doesn't make any noise at all. I was leaving the 'rent's house one Sunday and my mom mentioned she didn't even realize I'd started my car because it was so quiet. German engineering. ;) Not a lawnmower sound.
Well thankfully it was our little 'mostly around the neighbourhood' car which is in far from perfect condition anyway. We only have third party property damage insurance on that car, mainly because it's just not worth paying the premiums for comprehensive, so we're covered for any damage we do to anyone else, but not ourselves (our thinking is the car's only worth a couple of grand, so if it's that badly damaged that we can't drive it, we'll probably just replace it anyway). So anyway, it is possible that the other person didn't notice they'd hit us. It might just 'pop out' and that'll be that, but I still think it's rude not to leave a note.
I know one time I slightly rubbed someone's bumper trying to get out of a tight park and left a note.
The old lady who owned the car called me to thank me but said she wasn't going to worry about insurance or anything and that he son would probably just polish it out. I felt good that I'd done the right thing. I think she was surprised. She said she probably wouldn't have even noticed if I hadn't left the note.
By the way, Zen. My Beetle doesn't make any noise at all. I was leaving the 'rent's house one Sunday and my mom mentioned she didn't even realize I'd started my car because it was so quiet. German engineering. ;) Not a lawnmower sound.
Have you forgotten the Great War already?
Have you forgotten the great war already?
What was so great about it? :p:
Human population reduction
Fuck this shit. I'm turning Amish. Gonna git me a horse!
There's a large Amish population in Northwest Missouri, centered around Jamesport...I drive through there during my afternoon route on occasion.
(Did I mention that I was laid off as the operations manager at the company I worked for and just drive for them as an independent contractor now? Which is exactly what I did for them in St. Louis before they hired me to help them run the KC operation. Anyway...)
Do you know how many of those lovely Amish I've almost taken out? Inadvertently, mind you...
Do you know how many of those lovely Amish I've almost taken out?
Like, dinner and a sermon?
I've got the heaters in my living room to prove it!
(our thinking is the car's only worth a couple of grand, so if it's that badly damaged that we can't drive it, we'll probably just replace it anyway).
Friend of mine used to drive an old beat-up car he called the "Claimsmobile." It was a barely-running piece of crap, worth about $500. Somebody rear-ended him, the body shop said fixing the bumper was going to cost a lot, so the insurance company just wrote it off as totaled and gave him a check for $500. He was perfectly happy to keep driving the old car with one more dent in the bumper than it had before, so basically he just walked away with free money for his trouble.
And this happened two more times, before the car finally gave up the ghost and he sold it for scrap... for another $500. He never tried to get in accidents, certainly, but in the end he made a profit owning that car.
didn't the insurance company demand the title before paying up? They did for ours....
what was his deductable?
The insurance didn't notice it was the same vehicle?
He had full insurance on an old beater, with mutliple accidents, what were the premiums?
Round here they refuse to insure you after the 2nd claim.
I'm guessing the accidents were not his fault, so the other insurance company paid the claim.
Nice to get run over by a better class of people.
Are most states not "No Fault"?
Surely they still want the title for a write-off, though?
Nope. For example, if the repairs are $3000 and the car is only worth $500,
Then the insurance company will only pay $500. If I say I'm going to get it repaired for $500 then the deal is done.
They want nothing to do with the car.
I'm guessing the accidents were not his fault, so the other insurance company paid the claim.
This. He was a good driver, but had to commute on a fricking dangerous road to get to work. All the wrecks were him being rear-ended by someone else.
Nope. For example, if the repairs are $3000 and the car is only worth $500, Then the insurance company will only pay $500. If I say I'm going to get it repaired for $500 then the deal is done.
They want nothing to do with the car.
And this. They expected him to get it repaired, what they were really doing was cheaping out on the repair cost because the bluebook value of the car was less. Each company just mailed him a check.
I'm not sure if it's amusing me or irritating me. The issue is classic and im getting into another stouche.
Come on guys. Can't you kiss and make up?
Kissing might muss their makeup.
Why be irritated when you can be amused? life's too short to choose the unpleasant option. Unless you're an oyster. I'm not betting on any pearls, though. If I'd'a been around, I might have run a sweepstake on the name-calling, though..... :lol:
Obviously the psychopath thread. lol
what'd I miss?
When we last left our characters:
Henry Quirk is actually infinite monkey's ex-husband whom she defends after Griff tells her that Spexxvet inferred Henry is behaving like a psychopath because classicman wants to be infinite monkey's new consort. XoxoxoBruce isn't convinced. Infinite monkey rejects classicman's overtures while ignoring Henry so as not to give ZenGum, who's playing hard to get, the wrong idea. BigV sides with Griff, Spexxvet tries to maintain plausible deniability, jimhelm remains neutral in hopes of catching infinite monkey on the rebound and fargon gets a case of the munchies ...
:corn:
Stay tuned for the next episode of - Psychopathy.
When we last left our characters:
Henry Quirk is actually infinite monkey's ex-husband whom she defends after Griff tells her that Spexxvet inferred Henry is behaving like a psychopath because classicman wants to be infinite monkey's new consort. XoxoxoBruce isn't convinced. Infinite monkey rejects classicman's overtures while ignoring Henry so as not to give ZenGum, who's playing hard to get, the wrong idea. BigV sides with Griff, Spexxvet tries to maintain plausible deniability, jimhelm remains neutral in hopes of catching infinite monkey on the rebound and fargon gets a case of the munchies ...
:corn:
Stay tuned for the next episode of - Psychopathy.
:notworthy
When we last left our characters:
Henry Quirk is actually infinite monkey's ex-husband whom she defends after Griff tells her that Spexxvet inferred Henry is behaving like a psychopath because classicman wants to be infinite monkey's new consort. XoxoxoBruce isn't convinced. Infinite monkey rejects classicman's overtures while ignoring Henry so as not to give ZenGum, who's playing hard to get, the wrong idea. BigV sides with Griff, Spexxvet tries to maintain plausible deniability, jimhelm remains neutral in hopes of catching infinite monkey on the rebound and fargon gets a case of the munchies ...
:corn:
Stay tuned for the next episode of - Psychopathy.
HOF!
:notworthy
Oh puh. I totally could have used his skills on my now defunct reality show "
Cellar Unsolved Mysteries" (ba da DUMMMMMM) but now he writes a soap opera and gets all this glory.
See if I write any more TV shows for y'all. Hmmmph.
And ftr, henry is not my ex. kthxbai ;)
And ftr, henry is not my ex. kthxbai ;)
I didn't realize you were still together. I want my divorce gift back.
:D
No way. That's my backup cuisinart for the backup cuisinart for then the cuisinart stops running.
I learned my lesson. Now I have 3 of everything: 3 cars 3 stoves 3 refrigerators 3 kitchen sinks 3 cuisinart...
Now if I only had any idea what a cuisinart does.
y u not haf 3 cars, then?
I do have 3 cars, just not consecutively.
I am, leaving at 3:00...appointment at 3:40.
They must have given her pain meds and she's passed out.
maybe if we yell at her she'll wake up ...
[SIZE="4"]HEY MONKEY!!!!![/SIZE]
I told you she had brain damage.
Now we're going to have to operate.
We'll go in straight through the retina and down the optic nerve.
Its balmy out. I have an extra hour to kill.
Someone parked a fucking truck 10 inches from the doors of the shed where I park my motorcycle. The doors open outward. I cannot ride. This is more than mildly irritating.
I overcooked my challah.
Still, at least it was only the practice loaf.
Knock the burnt bits off with a bread knife, cut into chunks, make bread pudding. Teh awesome.
I made a terrible mistake last week. I went shopping at the supermarket I don't usually go to. The one where I nearly always run into a crazy person I know, and the one that I know better than to buy fruit in. So what did I do? I bought fruit. Bananas from a banana conglomerate that I never heard of before, and they were all pretty uniformly green on the display, and I never buy bananas that green, but I really wanted bananas, so I bought them anyway. They are finally and nearly edible stage ... six days later. They are usually banana bread fodder at six days, people. But anyway, I'm finally ready to eat one of these things and it's like a damn wrestling match trying to extract the banana from the peel, top wouldn't snap off like they're supposed to, just rotated around and around making the top end of the banana all mushy. Was about to resort to using a knife when the peel split near the top. I now have banana goo under my fingernails from trying to enlarge the itty bitty split. I should have gone for the knife. Or I should have bought these Peruvian bananas.
I told you she had brain damage.
Now we're going to have to operate.
We'll go in straight through the retina and down the optic nerve.
Naw, just amputate at the neck.:bolt:
My neighbours. Their contract elapsed in early February, but they won't leave. They have nowhere else to go, which is their own fault for making themselves unhousable by shouting and playing loud music all the time, revving motorbikes in the back garden for no reason, and all manner of other things I won't begin to list. The landlord is taking them to court, but such things take time.
I'm really well past irritation... if there were a "What are you grimly resigned to but no longer have enough energy to get angry about and just want to be over?" thread, this would fit in better.
Loud people drive me crazy. Occasional loudness is fine: people who think that making big annoying noises all the time is an endearing quality or a recreational activity...they must go.
WTF?
Landlord has a key, yes? Landlord can go in and change the locks during the day. Problem solved. Maybe evictions are more commonplace here, but from what I've witnessed it is a very efficient process.
Oh HALE no. 30 day notice. First a letter giving them three days or something, then the actual eviction filing...then thirty days.
Or so it is here. Even if they're not on the lease...if they 'get their mail there' you have to do all that. This is why HG had me on the spot of contacting an attorney before he finally left. What. A. Hassle.
edit: Well, don't know about their contract or 'lease' being up but I bet they still get thirty days.
I overcooked my challah.
Shiksas cooking Challah? Thank god the old testament doesn't have a book of revelations, this would surely be one of the four horsemen.
Oh HALE no. 30 day notice. First a letter giving them three days or something, then the actual eviction filing...then thirty days.
Or so it is here. Even if they're not on the lease...if they 'get their mail there' you have to do all that. This is why HG had me on the spot of contacting an attorney before he finally left. What. A. Hassle.
edit: Well, don't know about their contract or 'lease' being up but I bet they still get thirty days.
In retrospect, I think all of the neighbor evictions I witnessed were probably illegal aliens. So maybe they had a bigger motivation to move quickly.
WTF?
Landlord has a key, yes? Landlord can go in and change the locks during the day. Problem solved. Maybe evictions are more commonplace here, but from what I've witnessed it is a very efficient process.
OMG you are SOOOO in Texas it isn't funny. In NY, it would cost a landlord over 5 grand to evict a tenant and take at least three months. More, if it is winter.
I have a friend who routinely offers miserable tenants $1,000. cash if they are out by the 15th. He then has two weeks to clean and paint the place. Without exception, they all take the money and leave, find some other hole to live in.
He looks at it as a cost of doing business and it saves him several months of no rent AND lawyer's fees to evict the jerks.
In retrospect, I think all of the neighbor evictions I witnessed were probably illegal aliens. So maybe they had a bigger motivation to move quickly.
heeheee...that'd be a different incentive to get the hell out!
Yeah, she can't just go in and throw them out, even though they have no contract anymore.
The issue is compounded by the fact that two kids are living there, and there's some sort of court order demanding that the kids are kept housed. In my opinion it would be worth considering taking the kids into care seeing as their mother can't even provide a home for them... but that's totally not my call. I'm biased by just wanting them gone.
But yeah, they have to find someplace else to go before they can be thrown out, for the kids at least.
Maybe one of these will do:
Edit: Just noticed there's a duplicate. But I'm going to leave it.
Bollocks!
I totally clicked on every single one. I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt. Thanks HLJ! :lol:
The band teacher -in her wisdom- has decided the band needs a "more professional" look, and so has decreed they must all get black long-sleeved dress shirts in time for the concert in two weeks.
1) It's mid year. We all already purchased white dress shirts because that was the uniform and there has been one concert already.....
2) Long-sleeved black dress shirts are considered Winter Wear and as it's March, nobody has them in stock. Unless you are tiny or huge -and then there are some great deals to be had. Even the second hand stores are selling off long-sleeved stuff and have only toddler and 3XL sizes. With stains.
3) it's March. Every single sport and academic activity has state championships etc right now. Who has the time to hunt down a cheap black shirt and who wants to pay big $ for a shirt that will be worn once for a 7/8th grade band concert?
OMG you are SOOOO in Texas it isn't funny. In NY, it would cost a landlord over 5 grand to evict a tenant and take at least three months. More, if it is winter.
The issue is compounded by the fact that two kids are living there, and there's some sort of court order demanding that the kids are kept housed...
But yeah, they have to find someplace else to go before they can be thrown out, for the kids at least.
JFC! Apparently we do live in a different universe down here. Shit, down here the evicting landlord could probably just shoot the unpaid tenants as squatters and have a good case defending himself.
Could you dye the white ones black?
if there were a "What are you grimly resigned to but no longer have enough energy to get angry about and just want to be over?" thread, this would fit in better.
I have a few items to put in that thread. Lemme know if you find it there in HLJ's list.
That's what I was thinking - just use black bleach.
Bleach the kids, so the shirts look black.
Could you dye the white ones black?
I could, but I fear the outcome...... Even "100% cotton shirts" often used polycotton or poly thread for the buttonholes. And the buttons don't dye. And i damn well shouldn't have to.....
JFC! Apparently we do live in a different universe down here. Shit, down here the evicting landlord could probably just shoot the unpaid tenants as squatters and have a good case defending himself.
As Ben Franklin said, "Neither a landlord nor a tenant be." [COLOR="Yellow"]*[/COLOR]
Could you dye the white ones black?
That's racist!
[COLOR="Yellow"]* Sure its a lie but its plausible.[/COLOR]
I think we should petition UT to make a new sub forum between nothingland and Home base for all the What...? threads.
you could have the photo comp forum......
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
How about sanctuary? can you give me some of that?
To summarize, we need sub forums for: driving, maths and "What's ... you today?"
How much is all this going to cost, and is HQ going to fund it?
Headquarters, or henry quirk? :lol2:
As Ben Franklin said, "Neither a landlord nor a tenant be." [COLOR="Yellow"]*[/COLOR]
As Abe Lincoln once said, "The trouble with the internet is that you can never be sure about quotations being attributed to the right person."
Headquarters, or henry quirk? :lol2:
You're quick. [COLOR=Silver]I didn't know if anyone would catch that.[/COLOR]
As Abe Lincoln once said, "The trouble with the [strike]internet[/strike] telegraph is that you can never be sure about [strike]quotations[/strike] shizzle being attributed to the right [strike]person[/strike] muthafukker."
or that the quote is correct... Gotta use those primary sources dude!
I need somewhere I can sit and write properly. I use my laptop on my bed, but I think I'm causing muscular-skeletal problems. There's nowhere in my room to put a desk. Dining room table is a possibility, but only while my dad is out. I might not feel like writing then. Although... maybe that would be good for discipline.
I really need to move out. But to do that I need a job. But then I wouldn't have as much time for writing.
Oh, woe is me.
Why don't you get one of those lap top table things that can sit on your lap. That way you should be able to sit up straight even in bed and do your writing.
You could also get one of those TV dinner tables and an exercise ball to sit on. :)
Hmm, those kinds of tables all look expensive. They all seem to have a ton of bad reviews as well, it seems like you've got so spend a bit to get good quality. Thanks for the advice though.
I currently have the laptop on a stand I made out of a product called Knex, and that is on top of the cardboard box the laptop came in when I bought it. I reckon I could probably make a better stand than those that are available, if I put my mind to it. It would be fun to try, anyway.
Lying on the bed with the notebook computer on your lap is very likely to lead to back and wrist problems. [/voice of experience].
That is partly why they don't even call them laptops anymore.
First up I suggest a separate keyboard. $10-20. Your hands can be typing in a good position while the screen is at eye level.
No worries, I built myself a Knex table. I'm an engineering genius.
beest built me a stand for my laptop -he used particle-board because he couldn't wrestle the knex/lego from the boys... i have a separate keyboard and mouse. i find that the most important thing for comfort. if you spend any money, it should be on that. use the built-ins when you're on the go only. i come home, plop the laptopn in the stand, plug in all the cables that are lying in wait and I'm good to go....
I'm saving up for a shift key.
I don't really see what would be good about having a separate keyboard and mouse. I don't want paraphernalia all over the place when I could just have the laptop. But hey, different strokes for different folks and all that.
Lap tops are cool , but with a desk top you have MANY choices of different style keyboards and Mice(s) or track balls , or tablets
I don't really see what would be good about having a separate keyboard and mouse. I don't want paraphernalia all over the place when I could just have the laptop. But hey, different strokes for different folks and all that.
The screen should be at eye level.
The keyboard should allow your hand to be just above your lap.
Laptops just don't work that way. An external keyboard is necessary.
Your carpal tunnels and spinal discs may differ. Best of luck.
......and touchpad scrolling is teh suxxor.
When you are old and shrivelled you body will remind you that you used to hunch over your laptop.
I don't hunch...
The keyboard is high now but I don't type continuously for ages. I type a bit, then read it. Maybe I've just adapted due to using a laptop from a fairly young age (had one since I was 18). Either way, a separate keyboard would be utterly impractical (nowhere to put it) and cause loads of problems when I don't have any problems at the moment.
Whatever you say. :)
:headshake:
Ergonomics, Evolution......Why do I just feel like I just had a "Creation as Science" type moment?
so for the first time since before the disaster i'm getting a tax return! a few dollars shy of a grand!! yay! then i get home today and see a letter. hello. what's this? from the state attorney general's office. they took it. all of it. i'm not that far behind in my child support payments. was only a couple grand. i make my payments every month, almost a grand there too. seems that while i was on my hiatus from society they redid the payment schedule and what not. my sister (a lawyer) represented me by proxy. but when they started the new payments things got fouled up and so i owe a little bit in back support. i can understand them taking like, i dunno, half? but the whole thing? yeah i owe it, yeah i'm paying on it, but damn dude. crap. that was gonna be a new clothes dryer. oh well. easy come, easy go.
Hang in there. You got a good paying job and it'll end the BS a little earlier.
Yep - totally sucks, but whatcha gonna do? Keep on keepin on
Just think about your munchkin plth. :) That might help you feel a bit better about how things worked out.
I am so sick of feeling tired, and so tired of feeling sick.
If this doesn't end soon I swear I'm going to kill myself. That's if this little sucker doesn't kill me first!
I am so sick of feeling tired, and so tired of feeling sick.
If this doesn't end soon I swear I'm going to kill myself. That's if this little sucker doesn't kill me first!
I'm sorry you feel so crappy Ali.
Chin up,though,you can do it!
Thanks Bri. I'll get there.
I'm just way too old for this shit. :(
boy... am I tired of washing bottles. And I'm not quite one third done.
I first read that as, "And I'm not quite done with the third one."
boy... am I tired of washing bottles. And I'm not quite one third done.
When I brewed beer I quickly gave up on 12 oz bottles and moved to 40 oz-ers. Narragansett had nice heavy ones. Not sure what's available today.
Dishwashers are great at washing and sanitizing.
Texas Atty General is relentless, even when they are wrong. Don't get me started.
so for the first time since before the disaster i'm getting a tax return! a few dollars shy of a grand!! yay! then i get home today and see a letter. hello. what's this? from the state attorney general's office. they took it. all of it. i'm not that far behind in my child support payments. was only a couple grand. i make my payments every month, almost a grand there too. seems that while i was on my hiatus from society they redid the payment schedule and what not. my sister (a lawyer) represented me by proxy. but when they started the new payments things got fouled up and so i owe a little bit in back support. i can understand them taking like, i dunno, half? but the whole thing? yeah i owe it, yeah i'm paying on it, but damn dude. crap. that was gonna be a new clothes dryer. oh well. easy come, easy go.
The boss/head mechanic of Doofus Auto Services is unable to deal with the situation with my car because he took a holiday to Hamilton Island (North Queensland) and is now stuck there because all flights back have been cancelled due to extremely heavy rain. In the tropics. In cyclone season. :rolleyes:
school notification at 6:45 of a mandatory 6pm meeting tonight...... no previous notifications
The never ending stream of religious revelation, self-help and guidance books on the audible site. Looking down the New Releases page and they're like a third of the books.
This one is the one that tipped me from observation into mild irritation:
Inside the Mind of Unchurched Harry and Mary: How to Reach Friends and Family Who Avoid God and the Church
Who are unchurched Harry and Mary? He or she could be the neighbor who is perfectly happy without God. Or the coworker who scoffs at Christianity. Or the supervisor who uses Jesus' name only as profanity. Or the family member who can't understand why religion is so important.
Inside the Mind of Unchurched Harry and Mary isn't a book of theory. It's an action plan to help you relate the message of Christ to the people you work around, live with, and call your friends. Using personal experiences, humor, compelling stories, biblical illustrations, and the latest research, Lee Strobel helps you to understand non-Christians and what motivates them. The book includes:
•15 key insights into why people steer clear of God and the church
•A look at Christianity and its message through the eyes of a former atheist
•Practical, inspirational strategies for building relationships with non-Christians
•Firsthand advice on surviving marriage to an unbelieving spouse
... This one is the one that tipped me from observation into mild irritation ...
OMG! I have a key insight into why you feel that way. I could tell you all about in church. Bring some
change. :rolleyes:
.. a simple step by step guide to manipulating people into joining your make-believe game!
What's worse is that they associate non-Xtian with non-religion. As if one religion is somehow real and the others aren't.
They're all equally silly.
I think some are more silly than others.
You mean like the one with the silly hats?
Dunno, what do scientologists wear on their heads?
Dunno, what do scientologists wear on their heads?
I got a presciption for some eye drops yesterday, and now I can't find them. I hadn't even used them yet. I opened the box, read the leaflet, and then somehow the tube thing disappeared. How is that even possible?!
Damn, I fail at life. I've looked EVERYWHERE. It was only a few hours ago. It can't have gone far.
It's probably in the bottom of my purse.
Of course, if I look for it, I'll only find lighters, pens, tools, and make-up.
Let me look for pens and i'll probably land right on your eye drops.
I fail at life worse than you do. N'yeah n'yeah. ;)
You probably put them someplace "safe." Did you check the top of the washing machine down in the basement? That's where I often set a tool down as I'm going around gathering up tools and supplies for a project, and then can't remember where I left the damn socket set.
...
I fail at life worse than you do. N'yeah n'yeah. ;)
If it's a competition, I lose.
I'm sure I never took them out of my room, but I can't find them in here. The only place I would have taken them would be the bathroom, and I've looked in there too.
I'm going for a policy of pretending not to look for them, in the hope that they will turn up when I least expect it.
Are they in your pocket? Maybe the little fifth pocket on your jeans that's supposed to be for tiny things but no one ever uses?
You will probably find them the last place you look. Unless you just give up before finding them.
That's a bummer. My usual Modus Findus is to go buy more, come home, find original, return duplicates for refund. But (a) It's prescription so you can't get more and (b) It's UK so you can't return for refund just because you don't want it any more. That, I do like about the US.
Most stuff you can return for refund because you dont want it. As long as it's within a two week period (I think). Might be seven days for larger purchases.
But you're right. prescription glasses wouldn't be returnable.
Life drama. Guh. It's the anxiety that gets you, because it could turn out to be nothing, or it could be a huge freaking deal. Because that's the way she operates: she might do this catastrophic life-changing thing that would have severe ramifications for everyone around her... or she might not. She just can't decide.
DON'T DO IT.
Or do.
Or don't.
Or do.
I'm no help. ;)
It ain't me. It's the drama-llama. She should definitely not do it, but she's the type who likes chaos, and is rather flippant about it.
haggis. The drama-llama. That is awesome!
I didn't mean you 'you' I meant whoever the 'you' was. Just illustrating the fact that I'm no help. :lol:
I didn't make it up myself, "Save the drama for your llama" is a current catchphrase with the hip youth. I think it's from Glee or one of those shows like that. My stepdaughter says it.
Como se llama: what is the name of your llama?
It might be from the show 'The Emperors New Groove' which features a llama. My kids used to watch the cartoon. Kuzco was the name of the main character.
There's a whole theme here.
Here comes the drama llama.
Watch out for the snark shark.
Get down with the funk skunk.
Avoid the cracker alpaca.
I'm sure I never took them out of my room, but I can't find them in here. The only place I would have taken them would be the bathroom, and I've looked in there too.
I'm going for a policy of pretending not to look for them, in the hope that they will turn up when I least expect it.
I feel your pain.
I made a cup of tea a while ago. With this tea I like a spoonful of sugar. Cup, teabag, sugar, water. I put the hot teapot back on the stove, returned to the counter where my cup was steaming away and ... and... wtf? I'd like to stir my tea, please. Where is my spoon? I JUST THIS SECOND spooned a little sugar into my mug. Dishwasher? ... mm maybe, but I didn't open it. silverware drawer? maybe I put it back in ther? no... not in the mug. not in the sink. not on the counter, not on the stove, not in my pocket or my hand or my mouth. In fact, I suspect it was only in my goddamn imagination.
W
T
F?
screw it. I drank my tea. whatever.
twenty minutes later... I want some more tea. Same tea, same mug, same kettle, etc. I start the water, open a teabag put it in the cup, get the sugar,
Oh, look. In the sugar canister is my teaspoon. :facepalm:
so the moral of the story is look in the sugar canister for your eyedrops. Or something like that.
Do you think you need to apply for Social Security next week ?
Do you think you need to apply for Social Security next week ?
Obama-Drama?
:bolt:
There's a whole theme here.
Here comes the drama llama.
Watch out for the snark shark.
Get down with the funk skunk.
Avoid the cracker alpaca.
Spite kite
Mean mistreatah Cheetah
Wino Rhino
Jail snail
Cryin' lion
Squirmin' vermin
Mean Cuss Platypus
Curmudgeon Chameleon
You'll die Magpie
Shoot an arrow sparrow
Thug bug
I think I have a cold coming on. It's no more than a tickly metalic feeling in my throat at present, but it doesn't seem good. :( I think I'll make sure I get some sunshine and all that healthy stuff over the next couple of days and try and kick it in the c*** as it comes through the front door.
Rather than start a new thread called "What the fuck ever happened to my sweater?" I'll put this here.
I was watching Harry Potter 7 pt 1 and I noticed HP was wearing this nice sweater and thought it looked familiar. Then I remembered I have no fucking idea what the fuck ever happened to my awesome Dachstein sweater.
Now, I'm really pissed. I checked the price on replacing the thing and they're $300. WTF? I can't remember the last time I wore it. The last thing I remember is one of the buttons getting loose and needing to repair it.
I'm not trying to cause marital strife here, but... I know exactly what happened to that sweater.
:neutral: So do I.
In other news, I really REALLY like the idea of the Wino Rhino ... can we have an emoticon, please?
Did you look in the sewing cupboard?
Did you look in the sewing cupboard?
That's missing too.
I never did find those eye drops. I went back to the docs for another prescription, but I saw a different guy this time, and he said I don't need them anyway. So, one of them was wrong.
I get the distinct impression that the overwhelming majority of people in the world actually have no idea what they're talking about 90% of the time.
I'm not trying to cause marital strife here, but... I know exactly what happened to that sweater.
I'm afraid footie knows as well.
Finally got Words With Friends to work on fecesbook after two weeks. Not surprised to find I've been resigned from all my games. But it's still irritating.
I wonder if one of the games had some glitch that was causing it not to load properly?
Did you try to play COLOUR or something like that? It knows you're a foreigner.
bUT i WAS PLAYING WITH FOREIGNERS SO THAT SHOULD CANCEL OUT, RIGHT?
oops capslock but can't be arsed to retype.
bUT i WAS PLAYING WITH FOREIGNERS
Isn't the correct spelling "foureigners?" I thought everything foreign had an extra "U" after the "O."
Isn't the correct spelling "foureigners?" I thought everything foreign had an extra "U" after the "O."
:lol: yes, but this is the exception because u are not foreign.
u are not foreign.
First, it should be "u
is not foreign." I know the grammar hasn't changed THAT much.
Second, you're correct that I used a perfectly normal American non-foreign "u." What does that have to do with anything?
I think I have a cold coming on. It's no more than a tickly metalic feeling in my throat at present, but it doesn't seem good. :( I think I'll make sure I get some sunshine and all that healthy stuff over the next couple of days and try and kick it in the c*** as it comes through the front door.
Ditto.
Can't do the sunshine though.
I have horrid phlegm in my throat again.
I coughed every time I turned over last night. I knew I did, but Mum helpfully pointed it out this morning anyway.
My legs ache, yet I barely walked today - lifts.
I was cold earlier. That's big news. I had to put on a long sleeved top - in March!
And I couldn't eat my lunch! Am thinking about having it for tea, but it's 19.20 already and I still don't fancy it. All very strange for me.
Also I pulled something in my shoulder today, while cleaning on the last day of term. Meant I got to sit out 30 mins in the staffroom with ice on my shoulder while painkillers kicked in. But it was pretty boring, and I'd rather have been cleaning. Luckily, the news passed along the TA grapevine and plenty of people dropped by to check I was okay. I could have sat still in class, but my class teacher was at near-boiling point, so I sat it out.
Hurting now. Time for more painkillers :(
Patient has been doing business with me for ten years. He has sunglasses, wants his old clear lenses tinted to have a second pair of sunglasses, so there's no urgency. Drops them off on Monday. I tell him they'll take about a week, and I'll call him as soon as they come in. He calls yesterday and asks if they've come in. I tell him no, that I'll call him as soon as they arrive. He tells me that he's going out - if they come in late Friday, leave a message and he come in on Saturday to pick them up, but if he doesn't get a message, he'll know they aren't in. Ok. Got it. Good plan. He just called to see if they came in. :facepalm:
His future must be so bright...
The person who writes the test/review questions for the Red Cross has no sense of grammar or logic and a short term memory problem.
I went outside to play with the dogs, and got bitten half to death by sandflies. I don't know if they exist in other parts of the world, but in my world, the leave incredibly itchy, huge welts on my skin.
I think I'm going to just slice my skin off.
Oww Ali. Calamine any good?
Nothing much is any use Dana. Mostly you just have to put up with it. If I take phenergan it helps, but it's best to avoid that sort of stuff for me at the moment of course.
I was just having a bitch though. It'll be ok.
After riding my bike 2.5 miles, I stopped for a drink of water and was immediately treated to a muscle spasm in my right calf.
I stopped for a drink of water and was immediately treated to a muscle spasm in my right calf.
Rub some dirt on it and get back out there NANCY !!!!!!
Rub some dirt on it and get back out there NANCY !!!!!!
No time, I was too busy lying on the sidewalk screaming.
Srsly, I had to go uphill almost all the way to get to the point where I stopped, so I was able coast most of the way back home. It's still giving me a bit of a twinge.
Eat a banana, drink pickle brine
Just read this and remembered. Muscle spasm (for me) passed off the same afternoon.
I think my shoulder was just protesting about being a cleaner!
But the cough that set it off is the one I'm still being treated for.
And it's still bloody irritating. To me and Mum.
I'm still getting twinges in my back. Nowhere near as bad, but every so often it twangs and ooof, hurts.
Pilates.
No, it's not irritating me..... for your back, D.
Yep, pilates will help improve your core strength and protect your back from further injury.
It's even better if you do it on a beach in Jamaica or Aruba.
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down to cocomo...
(is this getting a bit pathetic yet?)
It was awesome until you spelled Kokomo wrong ;)
I was a teenage lad when that video clip came out. They must have spent so much on hot chicks, they had virtually nothing left for the wardrobe budget. Which was what the chicks wore. :yum:
lol...I knew I'd get that one wrong somehow.
Yeah, I remember the clip, and the movie 'cocktail' that went with it. :) I really loved both and still enjoy them every now and then.
Brian Brown. What a sly dog!
OMG I loved that song!
It sounded like the soundtrack to a holiday I didn't have.
I am mildly irritated today by my inability to break the rules.
I got into a conversation with a lady on the street today. Asian woman with two children. Hopelessly confused, trying to follow directions. It didn't help that whoever had written them down for her had written them pretty much phonetically. In fact she may have written them herself over the phone. So she was looking for Midluck Road instead of Matlock Road.
She was trying to find the local school - my old school, the one my sis works at - and having little better to do I walked her there, answering questions along the way. She had a strong East Midlands accent as well as a Pakistani accent, but was probably a second generation immigrant. Amongst other things she was looking for an after school tutor for her 11 year old. Having heard my background she asked if I ever had time in the afternoons/ evenings. I baulked. I explained I had no certification, no experience with older children, no qualifications.
She persisted - I could tell her what books were needed of course.
And my knee-jerk reaction was still to politely refuse, with regret.
Of course it was the right thing to do.
But she admitted the last tutor she had for her daughter charged £35 a session and was also not qualified. But she was an Asian and she cheated her. She didn't even work in a school, she was just a student. (Her words)
I DID THE RIGHT THING.
Of course!
But in hindsight I wish I was more laissez faire about rules.
I'd have bent over backwards to make sure the girl benefited. Even if it meant a crash course in how they teach maths these days (offered to parents when their children change from Key Stage 1 to Key Stage 2 and when they change to Secondary school - 75% of parents attend it at my school).
Reminds me of the time I was invited to join a gang of plasterers/ chippies/ carpet fitters who were doing up a block of flats. I was to be their "interior designer". Because I wore large tortoiseshell glasses, talked posh and looked good in a lycra skirt. I didn't have the balls. Just as well in that skirt. I could've been the next smiley, smiley Carol Smillie.
Or the time I was invited to help run a bar in Spain. I was given an on the spot invite by a man on his way out of the country to do just that.
Or when Sir Terence Conran wanted to poach me (not literally) from the Gaucho Grill.
Damn.
I can't say I haven't had any offers I suppose.
Then again, I did turn down John the other day. Tall black man who wanted to take me back to his place to smoke weed. I'm sure he was lovely, but sometimes it does pay to be cautious.
Um...honey? You DO know that man who invited you to "run a bar"
in Spain was a white slaver -right??
Actually, he came in the pub more than once in his last fortnight in the country (English man hired as Bar Manager)
He wrote to me twice from Spain with photos and stuff, if'n I'd agreed my flight would have been paid too.
He'd seen me tend bar, baby. He knew I was the best.
But by then I was tied to home and work by a loser who I ditched a matter of months later.
Maybe they were ALL lucky escapes. But I know it was lack of confidence that made me turn them down. Hence regret.
I dispute the idea that you only regret the things you never did.
BOLLOCKS!
Still, there are things I wish I'd had a bit more chutzpah about.
Except John. No, that was a good choice.
It was awesome until you spelled Kokomo wrong ;)
She had me at Key Lago. ;)
Sundae, what qualifications do you need to tutor an 11 yr old child? Maybe it's different over there, but there are a lot of students who offer tutoring to younger students here.
Here too, but I think Sundae left school at 16?
Exactly! Sundae has five years edge on that whippersnapper.
At 35 quid an hour ... ooohhh, the temptation!
there is that.... 5 years is half that kid's life.....
I get to work and see that my drama-ridden friend called me at 7:40 a.m. She started a new job recently so she should have been at work. They have so many cell phone numbers that have come and gone I just hit redial (I think she might have called from her husband's phone) and she answered. Then, nothing.
And she didn't call back. I called the number she usually calls from and no answer. So I'm thinking something happened (her husband has had unexplained seizures in the past) but I don't know what.
As I said, there tends to be a lot of drama there so I won't just react blindly, but I'm worried, and a little irritated that it's probably nothing but why the hell would she have called at such a strange hour, during her work hours and during my drive in to work?
Butt dial?
I've taken my phone out of my pocket before and seen that I've called my nephew. He is listed first in my address book, and it's happened a few times. So I created a new dummy entry in my address book under Aaaa Aaaa and it points to my own phone number. Now I will hopefully only be butt dialing myself.
Anyway, you won't be listed under the A's but maybe your contact entry was selected for some reason and it got dialed by mistake.
That could be. Weird that it wasn't her normal phone number, though, but she answered. Maybe it's not her husband's phone. She might have another phone with the other number. I honestly can't figure out how to edit these stupid numbers. I created a new listing for her using her first name twice just so I'd call the right number. It's a mess. They get those freebie phones for po' folk. Voicemail not even set up.
I guess I'll just have to worry all day.
Crazy people going crazy and making crazy threats and cops having to come and not finding him and putting out an APB while he probably went to get his pet gun.
Hey, crazy fuckers...do everyone a favor and off yourselves. No one wants you around here anyway.
Like the crazy guy who responded to my cow orker's "hello" with a "shut up."
GAWD WHY ARE SOME PEOPLE ALLOWED TO KEEP BREEDING?
I finally got ahold of my friend. She's all "hey, whatcha doin'?"
HAHAHAHHA. She said she called this morning becasue she knew it was going to be a nice day and wondered what I was doing after work. Bozo. She has never called me at that time before. Typically I'll call her or she'll call me after work. I told her "I was worried all day!"
:lol:
Silly goose. Me AND her. :)
Butt dial?
I've taken my phone out of my pocket before and seen that I've called my nephew. He is listed first in my address book, and it's happened a few times. So I created a new dummy entry in my address book under Aaaa Aaaa and it points to my own phone number. Now I will hopefully only be butt dialing myself.
Anyway, you won't be listed under the A's but maybe your contact entry was selected for some reason and it got dialed by mistake.
Smarter than the average bear.
Knee-his.
I am getting dressed for the new nuthouse and just threw out a pair and a half trying to find some without holes or runners.
Pantyhose cross the line into completely annoying. I save those for extremely special occasions.
Knee-his.
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I messed up my netgear settings or something: power to the router went out (I think the power strip is dying) and I started messing around with the settings. Now I don't know what the 'key' was and can't logon at all. Posting from phone. The suxxors. I guess ill have to call but as I've said before I hate doing that and I've put it off.
Id like to clone myself but the clone will be a techie, a clean freak, a handywoman, and good with financials. Ill just pay the bills and...I guess that's all I got. :(
We have someone in to fix our boiler.
Mum just hurried upstairs and hissed in a panicked way, "He's going to check the radiators!" Imagine someone delivering the line "He's got a gun!" in a whisper.
Followed by, "I don't know if he means every room but for God's sake go and pull your quilt across!"
This is because I've had to sleep downstairs the last few nights as my coughing keeps Mum awake. I go to sleep until woken up by coughing, then head down to the living room where she's laid out the sofa cushions on the floor for me with sheets and blanket. I haven't technically made my bed today because, well I just didn't. I was only in it for about an hour and anyway it's a single duvet.
And to think a man she will never see again might have to come into my bedroom and SEE THAT!!!!!
I have whisked the duvet across the mattress so as not to cause any moral distress to the gasman. I'm also about to go and feed Diz, which will make the hall smell of catfood. Something that terrifies Mum, in case someone comes to visit at the exact same time. Tough. The boy has a routine and the gasman is being paid. It's not like I'm smearing myself with excrement and dancing naked in front of him.
I'm bound to be in trouble when he leaves though.
She'll need someone to take it out on - she went for a friend of a friend to do the last lot of repairs and it's ended up costing a lot more in the long run.
ETA He's just performing his terrifying check. As he came into the room Mum said, "Sorry, our daughter's moved in with us, so we've got all her junk in here."
A friend of mine is an electrician, and he has stories of really bad customer houses. Not like yours. Yours sounds normal.
But one guy had electrical problems, and my friend couldn't physically get to the outlets to check them, there was so much trash everywhere. The guy was a hoarder. So my friend explained that he couldn't do the work until a path was cleared to each outlet. The guy couldn't do that, so my friend left without fixing anything. I don't remember if he charged him the base fee for the showing up. I think he did.
An unmade bed is literally nothing.
I know everyone will lob rotten tomatoes at me for being a bullying interfering sppoilsport who doesn't understand, but I just can't bite it any more...... Sundae, when you feel the urge to bake a cake or mail something across the world, maybe you should take that 10 quid and stick it in a bank account for which you have no card and which you name you "getting my own place fund"?
As hobbies go it's pretty fucking low cost. It gives an enormous amount of reward and validation for a very small investment and acts as a kind of social currency which boosts morale and self-confidence.
Sundae, when you feel the urge to bake a cake or mail something across the world, maybe you should take that 10 quid and stick it in a bank account for which you have no card and which you name you "getting my own place fund"
^^^
THAT^^^
I've been getting REALLY frightened lately by how many times I find myself agreeing with her lately.
it's pretty fucking low cost. It gives an enormous amount of reward and validation for a very small investment and acts as a kind of social currency which boosts morale and self-confidence.
Fair enough, what is the emotional
cost for that?
Very much depends. If what is being spent is (to pick a random figure) £10 p/month. Then by saving that money it would take roughly 12.5 years to save up the deposit on a low level rented property in that part of the UK.
I think the emotional cost of living like a monk for 12.5 years would outweigh that of the alternative.
but if said morale and self confidence is being wiped out at "home"..... And, whilst cost/enjoyment is low. cost/income not so much. Of course it's a tough call.
I think that's my point really Monster. Sometimes you do have to live in the now and find some enjoyment in life. It's all a question of balance.
It's not balance though, if at the expense of the future. Here, this tomato missed. want it back for another shot? ;) Also sometimes it's hard to realize how much stuff that seems incidental actually costs until someone questions it. Both in terms of money and in soul-draining emotions.
Mum irritates me sometimes. I vent here. Often just after it happens.
Am I still irritated about yesterday? Of course not. I will tell my bro next time I see him and we will laugh together. Like do about Dad not being allowed to be naked in his own bedroom in case it upsets Edie (the neighbour we back onto). Who is and always has been far too far away to spot a bit of Robinson winky unless she has a telescope set up purely for that purpose.
Making cakes is not an expensive hobby. It is one I will have to give up when my parents move and I'm on my own. But then I'll have to give up pretty much everything else too. If I saved £10 a month now (and I don't even think I spend that) it would be gone in the first month anyway.
The amount of sheer goodwill and kindness I receive in return is wonderful.
Mum has paid my prescription charges today because I made the cake for her. Even though she'd already bought all the fresh ingredients (I had the dried ones to hand). She is proud of me and will sing my praises tonight.
We'll always have a conflicted relationship. We'll still run eachother up the wrong way living apart.
In the mean time, people I don't work with directly at school know me and talk to me.
They stop me in the corridor. I feel part of a community.
Different strokes for different folks.
SAVE YOUR MONEY GODDAMMIT!!!!
Oh shush.
I wasn't asking advice about money. I wasn't asking advice full stop.
Whoops,sorry. Just a reflexive impulse to support the underdog, what with all the rotten tomatoes flying.
I believe giving to others is a good investment, an investment in them, and as an investment in myself. It feels good making and giving stuff, though there is some cost involved. The reward (dare I say ROI) I get is well worth the cost and effort. It's no exaggeration to say giving gifts and service has saved my life. That's worth something, that's worth a LOT. You clearly enjoy it, and the cost sounds well within reason. I withdraw my earlier remark. Spend the goddamn money. :D
I forgot my damn House keys this morning ,
only mildly irritating as im sitting on the front porch ( dont ya Just Lurv wireless routers ) , nice breeze , blue skys , i have cold drinks left in my lunch cooler , wife should be home in 45 minets or so ,
it could be worse
Just had the word "slant" disallowed as obscene in annagrammania. WTF?
Let me guess. You're playing the PC version, right?
My laundry room is a wind tunnel.
Okay, backup: there's been this weird gray patch in the linoleum behind the upstairs bathroom toilet, and we finally realized that it's bigger than it used to be, and felt kind of squishy to the touch. Rip up the linoleum, and yep, the wax ring had degenerated, sprung a teeeeeeeny leak, and over the last year it's been seeping and growing mold underneath there. Joy.
The mold is through the floor and subfloor, so Mr. Clod removes the toilet, scrapes up the rest of the linoleum, and makes a big cutout in the floor for replacement. As he's trying to expose the joists so his drop-in piece will have something to actually sit on, his power saw nicks a pipe.
I am notified of this development when he starts screaming, in a way I have never heard him scream before, "Turn off the water! Turn off the water to the house!"
Water is steadily streaming out of several vents and light fixtures downstairs before I manage this. We get a plumber out to repair the pipe, and place the garage boxfan face-down into the hole to dry it out. But there are still very large watermarks in the ceiling, which are damp to the touch, and the laundry room reeks of mildew.
So a friend offers to lend us his "blower" to help us dry it from the bottom up as well. Turns out this item is full-on professional grade, a giant cylinder that can rotate at any angle, like the bat signal spotlight. It's in there, and it's working, but my tiny little laundry room is a wind tunnel.
Wow clod - i do feel your pain. I myself have survived afew basement lakes. Very suxy.
Basement lakes are level one bad.
Ceiling swamps are level three bad.
Ceiling swamps being fed by electrical fixture springs are level six bad.
Good luck, tha's pretty awful.
It's important to note, there's no such thing as residential basements in Texas. Too much limestone. This is the second floor leaking onto the first floor, in the room immediately attached to my kitchen. We're actually really lucky that the problem stayed in there, and not out in the kitchen proper.
I'm tired of thinking the sick feeling is going away and then waking up to barfing. I felt sick last night and threw up, then couldn't sleep because of the indigestion. Woke up this morning feeling like shit and I just need a nap. :(
You know what they say about naps....
No one is going to give you a nap. You just have to TAKE ONE.
Yeah. It's just a bit tricky with a three year old running around.
duck tape. not just for ducks.
Yeah. It's just a bit tricky with a three year old running around.
they can't run around if they can't touch the ground, right?
duck tape. not just for ducks.
right.
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duck is optional.
Duct tape
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duct_tape
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Just a peeve o' mine. It's kind of a sticky subject, but please don't come unglued at my obsessive need to make sure everyone knows the difference. No hard feelings? Come on, I'll buy you the finest scotch on the shelf.
I know the difference. And I would usually use the generic term. But Duck Tape is real, it exists, it's a brand, and it's way funnier in this context than duct tape. You calling me Higgerant? Just because I don't use no fancy R symbol...... Heaven help the next person to say kleenex when they mean facial tissue :rolleyes: And you better not be taking any liberties in future when making teh funnies.......
Meh. It's just tape. Of course YOU knew. I was doing a public service for all the morons who might be running around. :rolleyes:
I get poetic license.
I use it when it's really funny.
:daffyduckbouncingaroundonhisheadsmilie:
: offtothewaterpoloagainsmiley:
I was cross for about a year about a typo in a book I read. The killer used duck tape. Duck tape?! OMG way to kill a creepy atmosphere with a stupid mistake. Duck tape indeed.
Even after I learned it was valid I still resented it for breaking the mood.
The fridge part of our old fridge-freezer broke. We recently got a newish one from my mum, but now the freezer part of that is broke, though the fridge still works.
It could, obviously, be worse, if we had zero of one function and two of the other. :P
We will have to trek over to the garage to get anything frozen though, lol. I bet we keep this arrangement up for about the next five years.
We will have to trek over to the garage to get anything frozen though, lol. I bet we keep this arrangement up for about the next five years.
That would be my strategy :p
Only if the thing in question is totally unusable do I generally arse about getting replacements.
Unless friends and family nag me into it of course. There's always that :p
It's amazing how quickly something like that just becomes incorporated into one's daily existence.
Mattress.
Sent by thought transference
Plumbing is not actually a hobby.
Mattress.
Sent by thought transference
Bitch, I just choked on my tea:p
Plumbing is not actually a hobby.
"It's an adventure!"
beardruff. holy shit. it's a goatee, ferfuxache. no WAY this much snow should fall from such a small patch of whiskers. And I'm wearing a black shirt!
I'm giggling at this image of you, beardruff falling falling falling, until a cow orker comes to your office and you're buried under a pile of snow. ;)
and you're not far from the truth of it! I'm going to have to start using dandruff shampoo on my little beard. I usually use Dr Bronners Eucalyptus soap to wash my face... I guess that's causing it. I just combed it backwards to try to get it all out, and it JUST KEEPS COMING.
My friend has a really tall and sleek male black labrador retriever. He's amazing, like the quintessential black lab. Seriously. I try to steal him. He's like a horse, he's so sleek.
But he has that same issue.
I'll see what his doctor prescribed him. ;)
I had a fun visit with my ophthalmologist yesterday. I apparently have retinoschisis in my left eye--a separation of the retina from the rear wall of the eye.
I'm sure many of you have heard of detached retinas. This is NOT a detached retina. Unlike a detached retina, where prompt, aggressive treatment is indicated, retinoschisis hardly ever gets worse. I'll be seeing a retina specialist for a full evaluation, but the end result is almost certainly going to be more frequent visits for followup monitoring, and not much else. Hence, "mildly irritating."
My doctor thinks that if this were a recent development, I would have noticed a change in my vision. Since I haven't, he says it's likely that I've had it for a long time, possibly my entire life. The only really surprising thing is that it's my left eye, since my right eye is the worse one and the one I've had retinal issues with in the past.
My doctor thinks that if this were a recent development, I would have noticed a change in my vision. Since I haven't, he says it's likely that I've had it for a long time, possibly my entire life.
And he never noticed it in a previous exam?
And he never noticed it in a previous exam?
He says the surface evidence is too subtle to be noticed amongst all the other abnormalities on my retina. It showed up now because he ran
OCT on me, something that's relatively new.
SD - from my bro the doctor - FWIW
"There are two forms of retinoschisis - adult and juvenile. I presume this guy has the adult form. It is generally an incidental finding and usually doesn't cause any problems. In a normal patient - ie two healthy eyes - it might checked every 6 months for a year or two but then simply every year. I have never seen adult retinoschisis progress to the point where it needed to be treated. "
SD - from my bro the doctor - FWIW
"There are two forms of retinoschisis - adult and juvenile. I presume this guy has the adult form. It is generally an incidental finding and usually doesn't cause any problems.
Yeah, that's where we're at. Extra tests to monitor it, but no intervention.
In a normal patient - ie two healthy eyes
My eyes are not normal and healthy. :cool:
Free second opinion offered from him. If you want it send me a PM.
Thanks, I'm good. I trust my ophthalmologist & retina doc.
no prob. Good luck with everything.
Today, yesterday and Wednesday. I'd done the usual bi-weekly filing for unemployment earlier in the week, then checked my bank balance on Wednesday to make sure the funds were in there before paying some bills...but they weren't.
Started to call the UC info line, but it was an hour wait so I thought, maybe it's just late and it will show up later today, or tomorrow morning.
I should have stayed on the line...grrrr.
Still nothing in there on Thursday, so I called back and endured the wait. Turns out, because I'd been able to get one full week of temp work the month before, they'd somehow determined that I now had a full-time job. Despite there being weeks between then and now that I didn't get to work full-time, or at all. So, even though it was indicated that my claim was accepted, the payment was not released.
After I explained on the phone that I have been doing temp work while I search for a job, all was fine and they released the funds to the direct deposit center right then and there. Yay. Except that it takes a couple of business days to process, and won't make it to my account until Monday. Boo.
stinging nettles
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Have to fill out an application form for a job which would drive me to a nervous breakdown if I got it - just like my last one did. Otherwise no govt money for me. The Job Centre tell basically everyone who walks through the door to apply for the same positions... talk about an over-fished pond. Therefore I won't get it, so it's cool. It's just kind of a waste of my time.
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While they are prickly to harvest, they are delicious, you know.
2 days of work before vacation next Thursday...
I was mildly irritated by two things today because I'm all uptight stress unreasonably unbalanced and generally kablooey at finals time:
The first was gossiping wait staff at a restaurant. A couple of employees were gabbing near the top of their lungs at the waiter-box like ten feet behind my head. Talking at work is cool and all, but, uh, can you tone it down some? Like a lot? Cause it's a little empty in this section here and your voice is fucking carrying like mad. I don't wanna be "that guy", but sometimes, native spanish speakers seem to assume that if you're not hispanic you don't understand (I'm not, and I do), and if you don't understand, you won't actually *hear* the noise so it's ok to go at the top of your lungs. Ladies, I heard every word of your banal conversation. They could probably hear it down the street. Which is probably why the boss came over and (relatively politely) chastized you for loitering and sent you to the back where they were swamped with work while you were gabbing. Thanks boss!
Later I got all cross as I stopped in a gas station to make a single quick purchase. There was one dude buying a mass quantity of crap beer and having some problems with lotto tickets or something, and one guy raced to get in line in front of me with some oil - but it also turns out he needed a refund on a prepaid pump or some such crap. The clerk was not prepared to deal with either of these fools, leaving me stuck waiting in a grody little gas station that I normally don't visit anyways. I waited patiently for a while, but after some discussion between the three of them on whose tasks will take less time and who should go first I just said fuck it and walked out, as I had far more important things to do and my purchase could be made later.
I went and slugged some crappy coffee and hit the books til my back started hurting and came home to be pissy on the internet. Hooray!
Today, yesterday and Wednesday. I'd done the usual bi-weekly filing for unemployment earlier in the week, then checked my bank balance on Wednesday to make sure the funds were in there before paying some bills...but they weren't.
Strangely, the process was one hell of a lot easier before they went to all this online shit. You walked into the office, stood behind the white line, looked mildly contrite, signed a log, and left.
Also, you didn't have to pay taxes on the UC back than, which I found REALLY annoying. Don't they know that I really needed that money? How was I supposed to pay the crack bill?
The bit that freaked me out the most was that after I WAS employed, they found new and interesting ways to screw things up, including sending me a notice that my claim for unemployment from the job at the rehab was being denied because I didn't work enough weeks after being employed before becoming unemployed again. WTF?
So I did the best thing I could under the circumstances. Ignored the whole effin' thing.
Oh, and my hold record for a UC drone was 2+ hours.
Headsets are essential.
Have to fill out an application form for a job which would drive me to a nervous breakdown if I got it - just like my last one did. Otherwise no govt money for me. The Job Centre tell basically everyone who walks through the door to apply for the same positions... talk about an over-fished pond. Therefore I won't get it, so it's cool. It's just kind of a waste of my time.
In my bit of the U.S. we have to apply for three jobs a week while on unemployment. And keep documentation of all your attempts. I don't even balance my own checkbook and they want me to keep documentation?
This resulted in my applying for a whole lot of really stupid ass jobs that I was fearful that I might get offered. I did not want to be a website marketing editor (okay, I might have actually had fun with that, but I doubt they would have paid much), or a series of demeaning temp jobs (odd, it was a temp agency in my field and I never heard back from them at all ... and it wasn't one of those fly-by-night steal your identity scam places, it was an agency I knew of), or being a registrar at a really shitty "college" (as seen on TV, you know, one of those), or ... I hadn't gotten to the point of trying for anything involving manual labor, although I did sink to the level of food service, because it was a career fair, and one half-hour of my time fulfilled the requirement for the week.
Summer is coming, which, in the U.S., means the opening of pool season. My apt has a pool. Instead of just giving us the pool tags, we have to go over to the office to get them.
But the office doesn't handle it. I have repeatedly tried to make arrangements to pick up my pool tags at a time other than the "official" ones, because the hours are always at night. No daytime hours.
guess what, peeps. I work nights. I cannot leave work. I cannot take off work in order to come pick up a laminated piece of cardboard on a pin. I'm saving lives here, you're passing out pool tags. I outrank you.
Well, every year, I have had to conscript a neighbor into picking up my pool tags. I haven't seen any of my neighbors this past week to ask them if they'd do it for me.
Luckily, because I worked the weekend, I had today off, so I was able to get over to pick up the tags. Or, as it turned out, tag.
When I get there, they are savaging a deaf man because they are unable to figure out what he is saying ... he didn't voice well, and they were just plain stupid, but I waited.
I hand over my paperwork.
drone: there are two names here but only one signature on the form.
wolf: it is difficult to get the deceased to sign things.
drone: then why are there two names here on my sheet?
wolf: I really couldn't tell you.
WTF? A simple platitude of sympathy would have suffiiced.
And so, I only got one pool tag. Every other non-momwolf year, I've gotten two tags.
I have more than one swimsuit, and can't guarantee that I'll remember to move the tag, you know?
Chances are I won't even set foot in the pool, but I have the tag, just in case.
Oh, and I can't use my two courtesy guest passes unless I am actually present with my guest.
They couldnt' figure out that the deaf guy had to sign his form along with his not dead mother, either. He was still there after I left.
Oh, hell, I forgot what I actually wanted to post about ... lot of irritation going around.
Must be prickly heat.
So, anyway ... why won't my public library website remember my frickin' library card number. I can't remember it ... it's like 16 or 20 digits long! And it's not like I also have to remember a stinkin' password ... just select my branch, put in the card number, and it goes right to the online services where I can check out an ebook and send it to my Kindle. Content, incidentally, that pays attention to it's "return" date and deletes itself off the device whether I'm done with it or not. It's not like walking into the library and checking out a bunch of books that I have no intention of returning, and maybe I'll sell them for crack (which does happen at my branch, incidentally) ... it's data.
Allergies. AND it's gonna be 90 here today.
What global warming?
It's too warm. And I'm not someone who's been complaining about the cold and is never satisfied with any weather... I would love to have the coldness back! I already have heat rash and it's only, what, 22'c?! Why do I fail so badly at being a human?
because you're British, babe:p
In my bit of the U.S. we have to apply for three jobs a week while on unemployment. And keep documentation of all your attempts. I don't even balance my own checkbook and they want me to keep documentation?
To be fair, this policy did cause me to apply for a one to two day a week job that wasn't the full time position I was looking for ... that turned into the job I have now, because they created a position for me.
My hands are too shaky to do much.
If life hands you lemons, make lemonade.
If your hands are shaky, polish stuff and make milk shakes. And give swedish massages. And wave to random people in the street who will smile and be happier.
or just wank. Hell everyone needs a personal day every now and then.
No one else on earth does windows! ;)
I just casually went to go on a website and this weird loud music started playing and "HACKED" came up in the middle of the screen with some other crap. Closed the window before reading. Sucks to be the proprietor of that site. He always has hackers after the site, because I guess people have noting better to do.
Anyway, it just about gave me a heart attack. Damn hackers.
A couple of weeks back I wrote "Value Cake Mix" on the shopping list.
"Value" is the term Tesco use for their most basic products. It has now been rebranded to Everyday Essential or somesuch.
Anyway.
You know I am into the baking of the cakes. I wanted two packets in the cupboard for when I couldn't be arsed, or when I wanted to try something without committing to a big cake. 22p for a packet which makes 12+ fairy cakes means you can mess about a bit.
Only it happened Dad went shopping on his own that day. Brought back 1 x Victoria Sponge Mix (same thing really, but not as cheap) and 1 x Scone Mix. Sigh.
Now given the Scone Mix was in the cupboard, and just needed milk, and I was bored, I thought I might as well.
But I like cheese scones, you see. So I added grated cheese.
And I didn't think generic scone mix would be all that sweet, given that you butter it up slather on cream and jam.
WRONG!
Generic scone mix is very sweet.
So the lovely cheese scones I was going to send to Limes & Dans are now barely fit for consumption.
I know they eat cake & cheese in the North, but this is such a bizarre mix.
May make from scratch tomorrow.
On all honesty I do have all the ingredients, I was just trying to kill two birds with one stone.
Will be running around like a blue-arsed fly today, we need milk urgently but no time to shop, decided to detour to store on way home from dropping kids at bus to get milk so I didn't have to lug round a cooler to keep it fresh all day assuming i find two minutes to buy some..... parked up, realized wallet etc at home. grrrr.
Arg, trying to teach my dad how to use the computer.
He doesn't want to learn. He WANTS the computer to "malfunction" (it works perfectly well) so that he has an excuse not to use it.
At the slightest thing he says it's hopeless, broken forever.
His rants about how much he hates the computer feel like a personal slight against me a) because I gave him that computer and b) as a computer generation kid it feels like he hates my generation and society as a whole.
Instead of asking me for help, he phones up his friend, while I'm in the room, to go off on a massive rant about how useless the computer is and how much he detests it, how it always ruins his day, etc.
And I'm just like... I'M RIGHT HERE IF YOU NEED HELP WHY DO YOU NOT JUST ASK?!
FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
#FirstWorldProblems
So why did you buy him a computer and why are you trying to force him to learn how to use it?
He has to use it in order to contact an organisation in South Africa (where he used to live) to get his money from them. I don't know if you've tried to post anything to South Africa in the last 10 years or so, but it's a lost cause. Third world country now, basically. Phoning is a nightmare and can't accomplish everything anyway. He also needs to use it for a few other things.
ugh. Sounds like a recipe for frustration :(
Automobiles are pissing me off today. I bought a used van the november before last, with just under 100k miles from a small work vehicle dealer: it's a bit of a "candy van", a white minivan with a ladder rack, shaded windows, and a bulkhead cage, but whatever. I wanted a van and needed a vehicle. I paid a little too much for it.
It's been totalled by getting rear-ended since, and had about four grand in work done to it as stuff started just.. critically breaking all of a sudden. Exhaust manifold. Fuel injection. The rear differential utterly shat itself. You name it.
Today I took it to the shop for the california smog to renew my reg (yet another pile of state fees, fines, taxes, levies, etc to deal with) and get an oil change. While I'm checking out they casually mention "oh yeah, there's a ton of oil on your engine, and also your engine mounts are broken." me: "What. How much to fix that." "The mounts are a $500 repair." me: "I am going to drive this vehicle off a fucking cliff."
Apparently it won't catastrophically fail right now, so I'm going to let it go for the moment. I don't have that kind of goddamn money to blow.
That's my story, and I fucking hate cars and computers, the two most prominent things in my life. Grr argh. First world problems. Rahh.
We have a high school in town that teaches mechanics, as well as in the university here. They are usually begging for cars to work on. They do not charge labour, just you buy the parts. The teacher will tell you what you need to buy as well. We have had fuel filters replaced, oil changes, a slave cylindar replaced, tires mounted, rotated and balanced. This has saved us hundreds of dollars. I know they have worked on timing chains and more, because I have had converastions with my son about what he did that day. Everything is checked by a certified mechanic (the teacher) before leaving the shop.
I suggest you check out the schools in your area. Chances are the engine mounts are not that expensive, and its just a matter of the labour to remove the engine, change them and put it back in. Sounds like its about the right thing for kids to be learning how to do! Might save yourself a whole lot of money.
That is *awesome* that your schools do that. Unfortunately I believe they just cut the last auto shop program out of the local high school. :( It made a lot of people mad. The community college doesn't have an auto program, either.
Also, it's summertime and school is out!
The mounts aren't that expensive: under $10 apiece. I'm guessing the work comes from disconnecting the engine and hauling it up on chains. I've seen it suggested for my particular model of vehicle to just support the engine on a board with a jack from underneath and replace one mount at a time, but I don't know if I'm entirely comfortable doing that.
We have a high school in town that teaches mechanics, as well as in the university here. They are usually begging for cars to work on. They do not charge labour, just you buy the parts. The teacher will tell you what you need to buy as well. We have had fuel filters replaced, oil changes, a slave cylindar replaced, tires mounted, rotated and balanced. This has saved us hundreds of dollars. I know they have worked on timing chains and more, because I have had converastions with my son about what he did that day. Everything is checked by a certified mechanic (the teacher) before leaving the shop.
I suggest you check out the schools in your area. Chances are the engine mounts are not that expensive, and its just a matter of the labour to remove the engine, change them and put it back in. Sounds like its about the right thing for kids to be learning how to do! Might save yourself a whole lot of money.
I'm a bit irritated that I'm not a very good tradesman. We're closing in the back porch and converting it to a double room for the big boys so they'll have more space once the baby comes. Dad and some other friends came over on the weekend and we got it all framed up and mostly sheeted, which left all the trimming for me and the boys to do, then paint. Painting will be fine. I'm not even concerned about that. We're doing ok with the trimming, and thanks to Dad leaving his mitre saw, it's making the job much easier, but I still wish we could get a better finish. It's ok for three drongo's, but I just wish we were better. Unfortunately, I'm not prepared to buy more timber in order to get the cuts more accurate second go around.
Yes we've employed the measure twice, cut once theory, but have discovered that it really is just a theory. It doesn't mean you'll get it exactly right anyway.
Still, it's not a bad job, and no more gaps and putty will fix up most of the little errors. I just wish we were better.
Yes we've employed the measure twice, cut once theory, but ...
You're missing the last part of the saying, which is don't measure at all unless you have to. It's much more accurate to take your board and hold it up where you want it, and make the mark where you need to cut it. When you get a measuring tape involved, you add a couple more opportunities to let error creep in. The reading the measurement, the remembering/writing down the measurement correctly, and the transferring the measurement to the work piece are all prone to error.
But that little nit picking rant aside, you should also remember that when you build something, you see the flaws much more readily than anyone else will. I still notice the spots where the grout lines are a little out of alinement in the shower I tiled. Nobody else knew about them until I pointed them out.
Yeah we did that as much as we could too glatt. The holding the timber up to make the mark etc.
Maybe my expectations are too high. Anyway, we've got one more window and door to put architraves around. We'll probably do that tomorrow and then start the painting. Hopefully by Saturday the job will be more or less complete if I can just get the sheets of perspex for the doors. We're going to sheet the existing screen doors so that there's another light source, rather than buy new doors which definitely wouldn't have glass panels to let in the light anyway.
You're missing the last part of the saying, which is don't measure at all unless you have to. It's much more accurate to take your board and hold it up where you want it, and make the mark where you need to cut it. When you get a measuring tape involved, you add a couple more opportunities to let error creep in. The reading the measurement, the remembering/writing down the measurement correctly, and the transferring the measurement to the work piece are all prone to error.
But that little nit picking rant aside, you should also remember that when you build something, you see the flaws much more readily than anyone else will. I still notice the spots where the grout lines are a little out of alinement in the shower I tiled. Nobody else knew about them until I pointed them out.
That's my story pole and I'm sticking to it. ;)
mildly irritating, upsetting, bumming my stone... whatever.
I have a cold, have had one for a couple days now. It's unpleasant. My inability to breathe easily had really made it difficult to sleep. I'm drinking a lot of tea, the heat soothes my throat. And now, it's raining and cold outside so I'm stuck inside. Ugh.
Saturday
In my cube
I guess it's not the fourth of July...
Crap crap crap.
Anyone have a life preserver handy?
Or: Infinite Monkey's Excellent Adventure.
Hey, I says to myself, hey there's one of those crap coffee machines down by the cafeteria. The door I normally use was open at 8 so I didn't think much of it...there are a few classes on Saturday.
Well, got near the cafe entrance and a sufficiently creepy couple who were in the terrace area told me the building was closed and asked if I had any change. No.
I walked through some mazes of buildings, trying doors as I go...no luck. Crap! Cell phone in the office. ID card in office. Purse and keys in office. Except of course for my key to the suite. I did have that.
FINALLY I found an open entrance with an intercom into the cop shop. The lady said I needed to sign in. No one ever told me that. Every Saturday I've worked I've gotten into the building with no trouble, and never signed in. She was really nice though. I wound my way through the third floor back to my building.
No coffee, either. I'm a numnut.
And the city smells like a fat rendering plant. I'm not kidding. Though it is a much more pleasant day than the last few, so there's that.
Mildly irritated by US politics-related posts creeping in to general purpose threads ...
Mildly irritated by US politics-related posts creeping in to general purpose threads ...
One to talk with your catch 22 posts in murphy's law threads, but whatever.:rolleyes:
(smartassing it up :p:)
(smartassing it up :p:)
One can always count on you, footy.
Shopping.
I really dislike doing it. I mean, I can wander around and look at stuff okay, but this was "I have a list and I have to cross things off it" kind of shopping.
Didn't do so well at that, as it happens.
See, what I really needed was a new pair of sneakers. The soles of my beloved Adidas hikers are starting to separate from the shoes, and just gluing them isn't doing it, and I really am not so much of a nerd as to just wrap a piece of duct tape around them, so I need new sneakers.
Now, I have some pride, so I can't just roll down to the Walmart down the street and hook up on some $10 rollback specials.
So, I decided to go to the Target, because I do have this list that included a lot of other things, all of which I knew Target would stock. And they did, except, as it happens, the sneakers. Yes, that's right. The item I specifically went to get, I failed to obtain. They did HAVE sneakers, damn ugly kind of fake Converse sneakers ... no interest there. Lots of kid sneakers, but nothing but those damn ugly converse things in my size. They didn't even have low hikers, which I would have settled for. So, after the shoe aisles I head straight for the checkout.
And realize, in the middle of the parking lot, that I had failed to hit the grocery section, which I had planned as my last stop. Well, it really wasn't a grocery trip, just a trip to get some extras of things I'm close to being out of, but not THAT close, so I keep heading toward the car. Stow everything, and realize I still hadn't gotten the sneakers that pried me off the couch, and I'll need the sneakers, we're doing some rah-rah fitness thing at the rehab, and I signed up for it, so I need some decent sneakers, right? Well, I am just down the mega-center from a sporting goods superstore, and so I'll head in there, yeah, fine, but I'm going to stop in the Old Navy, just to confirm that they don't sell any grown-up clothing, they don't.
So then into the sports store, head for the sneakers, and ask the clerk, "So, do you have anything sneakers that cost less than fifty bucks, aren't white, and aren't high tops?
No.
Back out into the damn heat, but I did run into the Five Below and got some bottled water to fend of the early symptoms of dehydration, and realize I'm looking at the back of a shoe warehouse, go in, grab a pair of very sweet looking Adidas sneakers, try them on, try two other pairs, just in case something else will fit, the $150 Asics were really nice, but didn't look as good on my feets as $150 worth of shoes should, hit the checkout, paid my $49.97 (yay, sale ... $70 regular price) and I was off like a prom dress.
I really don't like shopping.
*laughs*
That describes pretty much most of my shopping trips. I am useless if I am going for something specific. I can wander about and look at stuff and maybe buy on impulse with the bst of them. Present me with a shopping task (like something to wear for my cousin's wedding, or a decent pair of wellingtons because my boots have died in the constant rain), and I hate it. Hate. It.
I often just abandon the idea after a short while, fuck off home for a cuppa.
My favourite shopping is accidental shopping. Yesterday I went into town to pick up a prescription. I got a lift in with mum who then went off killing time in the charity shops (thrift stores) whilst I was waiting on the script.
A couple of days prior, I had been on an unsuccessful welly shopping expedition to TKMaxx, followed by an even less succesful internet trawl. Saw some on the Next site that looked great, but the reviews suggested they'd start splitting after a month or so. Saw some gorgeous Hunter boots, but I can't justify £80 on a pair of wellingtons for walking the dog in the rain.
Stood in the chemist waiting for meds, and Ma phoned me to say she was in the camping and outdoors shop and there were some wellies there. Popped in on my way back to the car and saw the ones she'd mentioned: lovely looking, with a bright floral design on a dark background. £25 and looking verylike the ones with the bad review I'd seen. Then, just tucked in a corner, for £15, plain green Dunlop wellies.
I asked the guy if the £25 price tag was paying for the flowers or if they were a better quality too. He said the Dunlop were better quality.
So ended up with some nice, but entirely serviceable Dunlop wellies, for £15. Job done. Accidental shopping is best.
Tonight after footy, which was about 9pm, Mav asked me for the car keys so he could get some stuff out of the car and put it into his mates car whom he was going home with.
After 10 mins he still wasn't back, and when Aden and I went out to the car park, we found Maverick had left, with the car keys.
I was beyond mildly irritated at first, but thanks to the boys coach, we were able to get home, pick up the spare key, then go back and get the car.
That boy probably wont be fit to play next week.
just to be clear.... he didn't drive your car away, right?
right V. Probably put the keys in his pocket and left.
thats right classic. i am going to kill him.
This fucking coffee table we bought weighs about 700 pounds, and I think the assembly instructions are all but physically impossible to accomplish. (The heavy main cabinet with the coooll lift-up top is supposed to go into place and, I suppose, levitate by means of clean thoughts, while you screw in the six bolts that hold it up (two of which are almost impossible to reach in any event due to lift hardware inside).
My back and arms are all sore from manhandling (or wimphandling) all the pieces.
I hate putting flat packed items together.
sometimes it's worth paying the extra dollars to get the store to assemble them for you. After all, if stuff came assembled like it used to 'in the olden days', we'd be paying the price anyway.
Normally I have no trouble, and even enjoy it some, but the weight of the main piece was just past me. I ended up taking it halfway apart and revising the directions so everything would be supported by another piece or braced against the floor until the bolts were in place.
Oh Mav you silly bloody teenager. Not malicious, or even mischievous, but that sort of not-thinking-things-through that is very common with the sub-adult.
No more than a gentle beating, okay, Ali?
haha....actually, I'm feeling like a bad Mum atm. I spoke to Mav finally at about 10am this morning and gave him a bit of a drilling and told him there'd be consequences when he gets home.
The thing is, he's doing the half kokoda challenge starting from 12 today, so I feel bad that I didn't have the good grace to wish him well and tell him to look after himself, and now he's out of contact till at least 2am tomorrow morning. :(
well, I wouldn't worry about it too much. You know, what doesn't kill you or break your spirit or unfairly criticize you gives you something to talk about in therapy for years after. so, win win!
Ach, that sucks Ali. It'll pass though. Bet he's too busy by half to be fretting about it.
Lying on the bed with the notebook computer on your lap is very likely to lead to back and wrist problems. [/voice of experience].
Wrist problems? I know what you do with your laptop in your bed!
... and be sure to close the laptop CAREFULLY when you're done, that's all I'm saying! :shock:
Patience testing little freaking ranga!!!
Yeah, bloody Gillard.
[/Aussie humour]
(a) what you mean "you"?
(b) what you mean "all"? :eyebrow:
(c) what you mean "for"? I was voting against Abbott!
I meant exactly what I said!! It seems 2 of the 3 of us must have voted for her and it wasnt bloody me :)
I have no time for the women, especially since I have known her "boyfriend" for years and years and years. We used to get contacted by the media all the time to comment about them, but had to bite my tongue...I'd love to spill the beans.
When she bastardised her way in the first time, I thought for sure she wouldnt actually be voted in when the public had a choice....but seriously!....seriously!!
Anyway, I dont do politics, soooooooo
Working 9 til 6.30 on Sunday is irritating me today. Plus I am waiting for the fallout from my outburst the other day.
You know, one of those moments where you will either win a lot of respect for standing up for yourself and not getting walked all over....or totally sabotage your "shooting star" career.
I didn't vote for her. It must have been Zen and Sandy and Hagar...
Remember, the libs/nats actually won more seats than labor, and it came down to deal making with the independents.
lah lah laaaaaaa....I cant hear you.
Came home to find Pete's first attempt at a parm cheese wheel, which is properly aged just now, on the floor of Merlin's crate all gnawed up. Well played worthy adversary.
How big was the wheel? I'd be making sure Merlin has frequent trips out to the bathroom this evening.
6"x 4" +-
He just gnawed on it without ingesting much. It was nice and hard so he had to work hard to get a little cheese. *grumble*
This is a really mild irritation. But an irritation nevertheless.
It's a vaguebook thing. You now, where people put shit up on FB and then play all coy with the details or act like they assume you should know the story. You're curious, and make a comment to give them an opening to explain, but they don't explain. I'm not going to come right out and ask what the story is, because I don't want to play that game. You posted the thing, you explain it. You obviously wanted to share it, so share it.
Anyway, my cousin, who goes on lots of hikes and posts lots of pictures of the neat old stuff she come across in the woods growing up in old farm fields, posted this picture:
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I'd like to know the details. Wouldn't you? They are probably boring details, but I'd like to know them anyway.
Listening to Marketplace this morning, the guest being interviewed is Mr Laffer, Reagan's economic adviser, inventor of supply side economics made this comment on higher tax rates for "rich people":
"Sure, I'd like to get more money from "rich people", but face it, they have options and they'll just find a way to not pay the tax."
This shit burns me up. At best, it's an admission that our laws are broken. If we have laws that requires payment of taxes, and if those laws can be evaded if one has enough money, the laws are worthless. At worst, it's a misrepresentation about his willingness to increase taxes--lip service.
J.
Turned up at my house this evening, which is nice, and I was pleased to see him, except that he brought his bad mood with him. He was radiating tension and annoyance. So...made conversation and mentioned I was taking Carrotchops to the groomers on saturday...he wanted to know why? Well, I've mentioned before the problems I've been having trying to groom Carrot. from the very first time he's fought it. Tries to stop me by grabbing the brush or wriggling away and generally being uncooperative. Actually, right at the start he did more than wriggle, he fought like someone was trying to shove him in an oven.
Now, as I explained to J, he's a lot better than he was, and bit by bit he is easier. But currently the way I am training him to accept it is by giving him a special chew treat for the duration. As advised by various trainers, and indeed as advised by J some time ago. But, this means I can't do his face and front paws, because as soon as i try to do so, he is no longer chewing his treat and fights the brush. This means that whilst two thirds of him is brushed there's a few places that never get brushed out and are getting woefully tangled. I'd like that dealing with. I'd also like him to experience being brushed properly in the hope it might help him accept it when I do him.
Carrot's temperament is such that persuasion beats force every time. Try and force the issue and it ramps the tension up to the max.
So, J starts on at me about not letting him get away with that, and how I've created this situation by letting him. he thinks I should just make him stay still whilst I brush him. Not entirely sure how I can just 'make him'. Not without really shouting at him. And I don't want to really shout at him for something I want him to be comfortable with.
The tension in the room shot up. Carrot got onto the chair and curled up into a tight ball, looking at J and occasionally wagging the tip of his tail in a placatory fashion. Becase J in a mood fills the fucking room.
Then he basically says that given our two pups we have a chance to see the two methods compared. Well...not really, because he isn't training his fucking dog, his partner is doing all the training. And he might think she is applying his methods as 'discussed' but I know that in fact she is nodding along with him and then doing her own thing. And, well not really again, because the two pups have entirely different temperaments and have done from the getgo. It was my pup that threw a tantrum on the way home that first night and chewed his way through the puppy pen, whilst their pup quietly accepted that he was to stay inside. And well, not really again because their puppy came home to live in a house with an adult dog to demonstrate how all these silly things humans want to do are just fine and normal, and mine didn't.
Different dogs, who respond differently to the world, in a different situation, and neither of them trained by him.
I did not say the above. What i said was that all dogs have something and his is not accepting the brush. His response? "No, dogs don;t start out neurotic what we do makes them that way" or words to that effect.
My dog is not neurotic. He's a puppy who doesn't like being brushed.
So...I said something I probably shouldnt have said given the mood he was in and knowing how likely he is to take it to heart and more to the point take the wrong message from it.
I said "Stop coming here and telling me off about how I am raising my dog".
Instantly I regretted. Though I'd said it halfway jokingly, he decided to leave.
Off he went. leaving me all fucking tense and my dog freaked out by the argument (he isn't used to people having rows) and sitting bolt upright in the corner of his bed.
Grrrrrrrr.
Arguments about training pilau were the final nail in the coffin with me and J when we were together. That and the fact that he has no idea how severe he seems when he is in a bad mood, or insisting a dog do as it is told. Pilau was screwed up by all that shit. It broke my heart to see Carrot looking upset like that. Took me right back it did.
Oh chick that's so shitty.
I hated when Steve used to talk rubbish about my cats' behaviour.
Some of it was justified (when they were being pains in the arse) but the majority was just cat-ness, and nothing I could do about it without brutalising them.
Like the fact they knew they were not to jump up on the counters.
It was rigorously enforced. His cat (Trifle) did not jump up on the counters, due to superior training. His family cat had never done so either, for the same reason. I was so pleased when his brother came to stay and laughed like a drain at this - apparently their cat did it all the time when she was young and the only sensible thing to do was not leave things like defrosting chicken breasts on the side...
He's being high-handed.
It's a man thing.
Fuck him and his angry opinions, you're the one living with Carrot and you're the one who will reap what you sow. And it sounds like that will be a loving, obedient, well-balanced dog.
Oh - I came into this thread to say the insect bite on my inside right wrist (obtained some time last night - the night of the Black Eye) is irritating the bejesus out of me. It's been bad all day, but you know when it hits that almost-intolerable stage? So desperate to scratch it, so desperate not to. I find myself rubbing it against the edge of the desk or against my shorts. Grrr.
Don't worry about J, Dani.
Man'll fall off his high horse some point soon, and you & Chops are best away from him when he's like this.
Ach, I know. I am slightly irritated by my own lack of control though. I know he's going through it at the moment, because he's been shitting his black mood over everyone for weeks. And that was the wrong thing to say. It will have hurt him. And he will have heard it as 'don't tell me how to raise MY dog'. When we've kind of come into this together with the two pups and have shared tips and tales all the way through. I might as well have said, 'fuck off, you don't get to tell me what to do this time matey, just because you got to fuck up my last dog.' And he'll have particularly heard the 'don't come here' bit as well. Like my welcome is suddenly conditional. Which it isn't nor ever has been.
I don't mind him trying to tell me how to raise Carrot. I mind him telling me off for how I am raising him. I also mind that he seems to think he has now been vindicated in his views because of how problem free his dog is and how neurotic mine apparently is. And I mind that I responded.
Grrrrrr.....fucking so wound up now. And Carrot's totally sensing it. He's been a little shit for the last hour.
Ok. Deep breaths.
Grrrrrr.....fucking so wound up now. And Carrot's totally sensing it. He's been a little shit for the last hour.
It amuses me that you are perceptive enough to see a cause and effect in your puppy that many people are not even able to notice in their own children. You are a fantastic dog owner, Dana, anyone can see that.
I don't mind him trying to tell me how to raise Carrot. I mind him telling me off for how I am raising him. I also mind that he seems to think he has now been vindicated in his views because of how problem free his dog is and how neurotic mine apparently is. And I mind that I responded.
Grrrrrr.....fucking so wound up now. And Carrot's totally sensing it. He's been a little shit for the last hour.
Ok. Deep breaths.
Ach, triggering, Dana. He has no business telling you off for how you're raising Carrot. You love this puppy, you do what's right for this puppy, anyone can tell. Methods vary. There isn't a one-size-fits-all. You know your puppy. Point is, he's (J, that is) stepping over the line and trashing your boundaries.
sorry - I don't know the history of you and J. Maybe stepping where I shouldn't. But I don't like to see you feeling defensive and guilted about caring for and doing a good job with the puppy you're caring for ... sorry.
And to add some more leaven - I acquired another bite last night.
On my middle knuckle, on my right hand. So the same part of the body as the other throbbing itching bite.
Karma, no doubt.
Thanks guys :)
I felt a lot better for offloading!
Yes, ortho, he did overstep. But then J often does, bless him. When he is a whirlwind of tension as he is right now, he can be a bit of a pain:P Part of the problem is I never learned the art of just shutting the fuck up and letting his nonsense go over my head. And it's so easy to slip into old arguments over the dog. Because Pilau was ours. And there we were having a standup row about the little brown dog in the room.
I know he's been a right royal pain at home. Clashing with Jan over stoopid shit, and the kids (I say kids the youngest is 17 :P). I know he's had a fallout with Ash, his bessie mate, because Jan told me about it. He may also have had a clash with his dad.
He's quite possibly the kindest and sweetest man I know, but when he's tense and upset about stuff he turns into a growling bear. I just hope he gets this bloody article finished soon and is pleased with it.
Here in the US, they tie growling bears to a helicopter and drop them deep in the woods.
my boyfriends new motorcylce... uggggh
My whole right hand is swollen. Even the bases of my fingers have puffed up.
I can no longer see the bones or veins, just puffiness.
I can't hold it down by my side - it throbs too much. Has to be held straight or aloft (even typing is making it itch).
I can't clench effectively as the skin is stretched so tight.
If I do allow my hand to drop it feels like I have broken bones in it (I've done that before, I remember).
Except I know it's just swelling from a bite. I haven't bumped or knocked it even slightly.
My hand feels like it's been replaced with a big rubber clown glove filled with poison.
Mum says when Grandad went to Australia he had a reaction like this to a bite in the same place. He insisted Jimmy took him to A&E and they said exactly what Jimmy had done - standard bite, just a bad reaction. Mum was a bit scoffy about this, but honestly if I was in a foreign country where everything was trying to kill me I'd probably suspect this was the beginning of the end too. Instead I know it's "just" a bite from one of our benign critters, and my system just lurves the drama.
Grrrr.
This is nearly as bad as the hives I had a couple of years ago. Except they were all over and lasted 6 days. I have high hopes I will pass through into mending by tonight.
I think you should go to the doctor.
Maybe you need some antibiotics.
And some flowers :flower: and hugs!
Not antibiotics, but possibly antihistamines like phenergan.
Or you could just stiff-upper-lip it through until it goes down. I mean, the Olympics are on, the world is visiting, what are they going to think? That the English have become a bunch of namby-pamby nancy-girls? Not on your life! :D
Go and get it looked at. Sooner rather than later.
Mum had an insect bite a couple of years ago that swelled up really bad over a couple of days and before we knew it she was in hospital on a pennicilin drip for cellulitis, with the 'red lines of death' (as the nurse helpfully described them) starting to track up from the site. Next step, septecemia and possible death.
my boyfriends new motorcylce... uggggh
What's wrong with it?
Nah. Although all I say is true, I've been through bites like this before.
It's like when Mrs J & I were both sharpening pencils for a standardised maths test. Mrs Banana sprang on us that morning that each child needed a red, blue, yellow and green pencil. Oh, okay. Only 31 children.
Anyway we more or less halved it. Doing it manually as my electronic sharpener had popped its clogs. I ended up with blisters on one finger and two thumbs. I had the electronic sharpener for a reason. Mrs J? A little sore, but no blisters. She was appalled by mine!
Stoopid skin.
Stoopid body.
I'll see what the pharmacist says in Tesco tomorrow re oral anti-histamines.
Dana I promise I am far too much of a moaner ever to succumb to the red lines of death. Stephen King gives them to his protagonists for even the slightest graze, so I am wary...
Fog on the river
Shindagan is quite perfect
My frame is broken
I would go with the anti histamimes too. Phenergan would be my first choice. I'd start popping them asap. :)
It's much better this morning.
Still slightly swollen. Still itchy. But I can see the bite-site now - tiny little think to have caused all this reaction.
One of the reasons I may have to decline your invite to Aus. Can you imagine if I was bitten by something that gave normal people this kind of reaction? My skin would split like a sausage!
Fingers (in my left hand) crossed that this is the only affliction I will suffer this summer.
Otherwise I will buy a couple of geckos for my wall ;)
Well, we would recommend insect repellent for someone like you Sundae...and probably an epi pen. ;)
Well, we would recommend insect repellent for someone like you Sundae...;)
Harsh!
It's a harsh land Dana. ;)
I'm back at work after a 10-day trip to the [cr][h]appiest place on earth.
Phone call from Mom: "Can you come over here and straighten something out for me? I made an appointment for august 3 at 9:30 but I don't know for what."
Me: "You've no idea?"
Mom: "Well, it says 'ears' and that's all."
I told her I would come over after my noon meeting to see if I could figure it out.
at 1:10 I'm at her house - she's not there and neither is dad or the car.
They're at MY house.
they come back to their house. I call all the audiologists in the yellow pages but no one has her down for an appointment.
???????????????
Were you amused?
I enjoyed most of it.
Mom: "Well, it says 'ears' and that's all."
Trip to Disney World?
Proctologist? ("rears")
Fruit picking? ("pears")
Phone call from Mom: "Can you come over here and straighten something out for me? I made an appointment for august 3 at 9:30 but I don't know for what."
Me: "You've no idea?"
Mom: "Well, it says 'ears' and that's all
Pick your own sweet corn?
'ere
???
Is my mom selling weed????????
Whoever the doctor is, they should call her on the 2nd to remind her of her appointment, right?
Saw Sigur Ros at the
Skyline Stage at The Mann Music Center last night. It turns out the Skyline Stage is a stage set up on a fairly level piece of lawn, with trees about 100 feet in front on the stage (the red "bar" in the lower pic show where the stage really is). Maybe the idea was to sit on blankets and watch the concert, but too many people close to the stage were standing, so everybody had to stand for the entire show. The music was good, but I couldn't see shit. I won't be going to that venue again.
I wonder why they had you out in the corner of the grass instead of in the pavilion.
Was there another show going on in the pavilion at the same time? If so, could you hear it?
I wonder why they had you out in the corner of the grass instead of in the pavilion.
Was there another show going on in the pavilion at the same time? If so, could you hear it?
I don't know why they chose the grass. It's a new venue, for smaller shows, but this show sold out and they added another show. There was not another show on the main stage, and they are close enough that they would definitely interfere with each other.
Maybe UT has some insight?
I sure don't.
All I know is a friend of mine was there and wrote "Possibly the most intense concert I've ever attended."
And he's been to a bunch.
Phone call from Mom: "Can you come over here and straighten something out for me? I made an appointment for august 3 at 9:30 but I don't know for what."
Me: "You've no idea?"
Mom: "Well, it says 'ears' and that's all."
I told her I would come over after my noon meeting to see if I could figure it out.
at 1:10 I'm at her house - she's not there and neither is dad or the car.
They're at MY house.
they come back to their house. I call all the audiologists in the yellow pages but no one has her down for an appointment.
???????????????
Piercing?
I logged into the cellar for the first time in half of forever and I'm mildly irritated with myself because I've been gone for so long I feel awkward trying to post.. like I'm interrupting everyone.
just start blabbing. That's how it's always been. How it is now, and how it always will be. ;)
I'm glad to see you back. xx
Thanks! I missed you all, I'm just not sure I realized how much until after I logged in. :)
You have been missed Razz. Check out the APB thread. I'm sure you've been mentioned a couple of times at least. ;)
Razzle!!!! *cheers*
Hi babes, how's life? :P
I sure don't.
All I know is a friend of mine was there and wrote "Possibly the most intense concert I've ever attended."
And he's been to a bunch.
It was. I have no criticism of the performance, just the venue.
Whoever the doctor is, they should call her on the 2nd to remind her of her appointment, right?
That's what I'm hoping. But I worry that she'll get the two appointments mixed up (the one on the 2nd that she IS going to that I made for her) with the one on the third that she can't remember with who or where. Even when I write things down for her in
BIG BLOCK LETTERS and put it where she'll see it, she forgets.
Razzle!!!! *cheers*
Hi babes, how's life? :P
Life is pretty good right now. I'm glad to be back :)
We're all irritable in my house at the moment.
I'm waiting on a prescription renewal, so I have a reason. They're dealing with me being home for the holidays (or rather not dealing with it).
We've had a number of clashes over lunch. Ridiculous.
On Friday, Dad was supposed to call me from the supermarket to make sure he picked up what I wanted, not his own guesswork. This is a regular issue he has with Mum and he was going there after all - I wasn't forcing him. He forgot his phone. Comes back completely unapologetic. Fine. He then says he's going into town later anyway, so I assume this means I'll get a lift. 20 minutes later he leaves the house, no word, no notice. Oh. Okay. Fine. It's 12.00 and I have no lunch.
12.20 he gets back and says he will run me into town. But first he has to have lunch. What he means is he will put his own lunch in the oven to cook for 40 minutes before sitting down to eat it, then wash up and tidy away. I asked him would he please let me know as soon as he was free, I'd be ready to leave as soon as he was. I go downstairs to find him watching the Olympics.
All silly and petty, but bearing in mind if he'd taken his phone none of this would have mattered. Also had I known he was going to run around town all morning, I'd have got on the bloody bus and gone into town first thing myself. It wasn't me being lazy, it was just trying to fit in with other people's plans. I ended up eating at 14.00 and was very grumpy about it (and it was horrid too).
Similar thing happened yesterday. I was ready to eat by 12.30, but I didn't want to do so in the crash, bang, wallop that is the 'rents preparing for lunch. So I hung on. And hung on. 13.30 they decide to start making lunch. Sigh. So I asked Mum to let me know as soon as the kitchen was free because I was starving. 14.45 I can still hear her racketing about in there, so I went down intending to get a bowl of cereal, anything. She's preparing dinner. "Oh I forgot." As she has taken up the table and the side I ate a sandwich standing up. Not quite the careful deli-selection with bread I had planned.
So today I stole a march on them. Dad had been fannying about in the shed (where the freezer is) since 11.30. No way was I going to let the same as yeaterday happen. I asked politely if I could get into the freezer. He swept everything off the top in a huge dramatic gesture. Stupid old fucker. Hope he broke something important. "Lovely!" I said, and scrambled what I wanted out of the freezer, tipping half the opened stuff out of their boxes and packets as I did so (very VERY childish especially as I accuse him of doing it - I always find half my frozen fruit mingled with peas and prawns at the bottom of the freezer because he just doesn't take things out with care).
Anyway, cooked and ate lunch by 12.15. It was horrid (probably got the cooking time/ temp wrong, didn't dare go back to check) which serves me right.
Mum's back home now. Dad is back to being Mr Jolly. Not Mr Toys Out of the Pram.
I still feel like bursting into tears though.
Oh, Sundae, Sundae. I so wish we could get a house together. I'd let you do lunch all the time as I couldn't care less about it.
Hugs. I know how impossibly annoying 'rents can be. Just yesterday I was visiting mine as my older sis came up from Cincy to give them pictures she'd taken in Maine. We were having a pleasant time when my sis said, "Im sorry but I'm going to have to go - it's too hot in here!" (my parents never,ever, ever turn on their a/c) and I said, innocently, "Oh, I know what you mean. I do hate the heat. I have my ceiling fans and a/c on almost all the time...when I get hot I'm a real bitch," and my DAD, the old fkker, said, "How can we tell?"
oh, dad. You're so very witty. Someday you'll be shitting yourself in some nursing home and I'll be tra-la-la-ing all over town.
I'm calmer now.
I should never take a "break" from my meds. I know this. And it's the worst possible time to do it, when we're thrown together for most of each day.
My trouble is, I'm as bad as them (probably worse). Because they are so set in their ways re the times they do things, I have come to depend on it.
So if they choose, in their own house, to delay lunch to watch the Women's Olympic Marathon finish, I get all hoity toity. I really should take my own advice - just ASK.
This evening I am going to thaw a bagel, and make it up at breakfast time tomorrow.
Bagel in fridge, healthy lunch, tasty lunch, no stupid squabbling.
We'll have to have Staff, Bri.
I do think we would kill eachother otherwise.
But with that proviso I accept your kind offer of co-habitation.
Gah. None of my business, but.....
Are you planning on leaving/moving out? Are you saving any money to that end?
Perhaps this is THE WORST TIME to ask, but you've been circling the bowl with this issue for some time and it seems to be a major issue within the relationship you have with them.
I'm just asking because I care. Sorry if its too soon or whatever. Feel no need to reply if it'll make things worse.
I cannot afford to move out.
Nothing to do with saving - my outgoings would oustrip my income every single month, living hand to mouth.
The only ways I could afford to move out are
1) Share with a stranger. More expensive than living at home and potentially even more awful.
2) Be eligible for social housing. It would still be extremely hard to make ends meet and I would probably have to give up luxuries like owning Diz. TV, computer & phone would all be out of reach. But I am considered adequately housed until my parents move, so I'm not even on the list, although I still apply every fortnight.
3) Win money.
4) Start a relationship.
I have my ups and downs at home.
I come here to vent is all.
Fair enough.
I don't really understand the housing situation there at all.
All I know is that its very different from here.
I take home approx £650 per calendar month.
A studio flat/ bedsit costs from £450.
Council tax - £100 (approx depending on area - can easily be £200+)
Gas/ electric - £30 conservative estimate
Water - £30
That's without a TV licence, line rental for a landline, any kind of broadband and just about anything to keep you on your feet from groceries to personal hygeine to prescription charges.
Are the rents like that because it's too close to the big city?
I don't know what a 'council tax', 'tv license', or 'bedsit' is.
Out of curiosity, could you explain those a bit further, please?
Man, that rent is harsh. Around here you can get a budget, but reasonable studio apartment for $500 per month. In the rural edges it's more like $350, but that really is pretty far out, not something you could commute in from. I don't know the details of government subsidized costs here, but I know my uncle is about to move into private charity housing for single adults (it's a converted hotel) that costs only $150 per month, utilities included.
If you want to be anywhere near public transport and shops, you have to pay close to $200/wk around here.
You Americans don't know how affordable your housing market really is compared to other western countries!
You won't find any $500 apartments around here.
nor here. But I'm not that far from xob
Are the rents like that because it's too close to the big city?
Nope, just because we're in the South of England. My rent in Leicester was much lower, but by the time I left, even those were rising.
I don't know what a 'council tax', 'tv license', or 'bedsit' is.
Council Tax is what every household in this country has to pay. It covers things like police, schools, roads, rubbish collection etc. I've given an approximate cost which includes a 25% single person discount.
TV licence is what every household has to pay to watch a TV. It's about £150 a year.
A bedsit is the same as a studio really. Except that studio suggests an open-plan loft-style apartment. In reality, at the lower end of the market here they are bedsits - bed-sitting rooms. A room equivalent in size to a small lounge, with a sink unit/ fridge/ oven (or even just a hob) at one end of it. With a bathroom of course.
If you want to be anywhere near public transport and shops, you have to pay close to $200/wk around here.
Town prices are actually lower than country prices around here. But that's because you won't find small properties at any distance from amenities. The further you go from town centres the bigger the houses are. This doesn't apply in cities, where it is cheaper to live further out, but all cities have local shops and transport links anyway.
So I don't feel that I've led you up the garden path: found a studio flat for £425 in Council Tax Band A - £84.50 per month.
So I don't feel that I've led you up the garden path:
Found a studio flat for £425 in Council Tax Band A - £84.50.
£510 PCM is honestly about as cheap as it gets here without assistance, which I don't qualify for at present.
If you are wondering how other people manage, it's honestly a combination of having partners or alimony, children - which gets you govt help - or better paid jobs. The only other single and childless person I work with shares a house and is a qualified techer earning 5x my salary. I also work with 3 people who live with their parents. Ahem, I mean their parents live with them :) But it's becoming more common now as families have to pull together.
Anyway, I really don't mean to moan about this. Simply answering questions.
You're not moaning. It's always been my understanding that it is perfectly OK to vent here and I'm glad that you do. I always learn something and many times when I read what other people are going thru I feel either less lonely or grateful that my problems are so puny in comparison. If I had to live with my parents there would've been an untimely death already. I think you're doing a smashing job of holding back and being polite/pleasant.
and of COURSE we'd have staff if we lived together! I very much plan on being filthy rich before I die! ;)
They've recently brought in changes to housing benefit too. So, whereas before they would pay the equivalent rent for a midrange rental (ie. the benefit claimants should have access to houses that fall at or below the median line of rent in an area) to the 30% mark. Thereby drastically reducing the number of properties accessible to people on benefits (that includes low income families as well as unemployed).
At the same time they've drawn a line at the age of 35. Below that age you can no longer claim the equivalent rent for a one bedroomed flat or house at the median line. They will now only pay the equivalent of a room in shared house at the 30% line.
As this is starting to take effect, a lot of people who are currently settled in homes are having to go back into the rental market for lower rent properties. So, not only is the number of properties available as assisted rent shrinking, but the number of people competing for that reduced pool of rentals has suddenly shot up through the proverbial roof.
This is effective nationwide, but it has a particularly profound impact in the south where prices are higher to start with. The effect is such that many people are being priced entirely out of the areas in which they and their families are settled.
There are other changes too. Things that also increase pressure. Such as families who have got smaller due to a child moving out suddenly having to move now to a smaller house because they can no longer claim for the house they're in, because they're only now entitled to a single bedroomed property.
Unfortunately, alongside all this, I have noticed an increase in the number of rental adverts that state no DSS (benefits claimants). rents which could be considered good value are routinely DSS blocked. Probably at least in part to the removal of the direct pay system. Claimants used to be able to select to have their rent paid directly to the landlord. This gave landlords a guarantee that they would be paid. Now that is only available as a sanction where someone has not been paying their rent and fallen into serious arrears. So, private landlords are increasingly reluctant to take on social tenants. Whilst the landlords who specialise in social rents charge more because they have very little competition.
because people generally do require a roof over their heads, and because finding an alternative is not all that easy when most boroughs have homeless and ill-houses populations running into several thousand, they end up staying in their unaffordable place and using the small amount of benefit they get to pay the shortfall. And then get into horrendous debt trying to keep afloat.
And then:
The additional kick in the teeth for people already struggling, was the change in council tax benefits. These used to be funded through the government benefits system. Now, the government have placed it onto the shouolders of local councils. At the same time requiring them to come up with savings of around 20-30% in benefits payments. Consequently a lot of people (single adults, students, low wage families) who got help with their council tax, or even had it waived will now have to pay some or all of the tax.
The same families who have been so badly hit by the changes to rent assistance.
but but but ... you have free healthcare, right?
Yes :)
Picked up prescription yesterday. Two months cost me £7.65.
I am back on the road to normality and hope to post less in this thread.
And I promise most solemnly not to go off my meds again.
At least til the next time I get a bit crazy/ disorganised/ lazy/ short of money...
No - this has been a shocker of a week - I won't forget it in a hurry.
They've recently brought in changes to housing benefit too. So, whereas before they would pay the equivalent rent for a midrange rental (ie. the benefit claimants should have access to houses that fall at or below the median line of rent in an area) to the 30% mark. Thereby drastically reducing the number of properties accessible to people on benefits (that includes low income families as well as unemployed).
At the same time they've drawn a line at the age of 35. Below that age you can no longer claim the equivalent rent for a one bedroomed flat or house at the median line. They will now only pay the equivalent of a room in shared house at the 30% line.
As this is starting to take effect, a lot of people who are currently settled in homes are having to go back into the rental market for lower rent properties. So, not only is the number of properties available as assisted rent shrinking, but the number of people competing for that reduced pool of rentals has suddenly shot up through the proverbial roof.
This is effective nationwide, but it has a particularly profound impact in the south where prices are higher to start with. The effect is such that many people are being priced entirely out of the areas in which they and their families are settled.
There are other changes too. Things that also increase pressure. Such as families who have got smaller due to a child moving out suddenly having to move now to a smaller house because they can no longer claim for the house they're in, because they're only now entitled to a single bedroomed property.
Unfortunately, alongside all this, I have noticed an increase in the number of rental adverts that state no DSS (benefits claimants). rents which could be considered good value are routinely DSS blocked. Probably at least in part to the removal of the direct pay system. Claimants used to be able to select to have their rent paid directly to the landlord. This gave landlords a guarantee that they would be paid. Now that is only available as a sanction where someone has not been paying their rent and fallen into serious arrears. So, private landlords are increasingly reluctant to take on social tenants. Whilst the landlords who specialise in social rents charge more because they have very little competition.
because people generally do require a roof over their heads, and because finding an alternative is not all that easy when most boroughs have homeless and ill-houses populations running into several thousand, they end up staying in their unaffordable place and using the small amount of benefit they get to pay the shortfall. And then get into horrendous debt trying to keep afloat.
And then:
The additional kick in the teeth for people already struggling, was the change in council tax benefits. These used to be funded through the government benefits system. Now, the government have placed it onto the shouolders of local councils. At the same time requiring them to come up with savings of around 20-30% in benefits payments. Consequently a lot of people (single adults, students, low wage families) who got help with their council tax, or even had it waived will now have to pay some or all of the tax.
The same families who have been so badly hit by the changes to rent assistance.
Is Mitt Romney over there?
Hahahahahahah. No. He's new money. It's Old Money that has the reins over here.
So not only is Romney a douche, he's a gauche douche!
That's about the size of it, aye.
My head still hurts.
At the pool yesterday, Minifob was distracting me, and Minifobette jumped right on top of me while my head was turned, which is very out of character for her. This was like half a millisecond after I'd just put her back on the wall and was still backing up to catch her again, and she never moves that fast for anything. I don't know what she was smoking.
Anyway, her chin impacted my skull at full force, right on the hairline. There was a tiny bit of blood in her mouth, and she got a big bruise on her chin. I don't have a bump or a visible mark or anything, but it still hurts like a bitch. I honestly think I have a mild concussion, and I'm on the lookout for nausea or a sudden return of the headache or anything serious like that. But really, it's just a pain in the ass (head) because it's right on the spot where I push my hair out of my face with my hand, and I keep accidentally touching it.
You could have a fracture. A friend of mine got hit with a hockey puck in a kids league, and the x-ray was amazing, looked like a spider web on his skull.
They can't really treat that sort of thing though, can they? Just take it easy, watch out for signs of internal bleeding, etc. I'm doing better now--I was foggy headed and sleepy all day the day after it happened, but now it just feels like a normal bruise on my head.
They would probably tell you to rest and avoid stress or exertion. :rolleyes:
Well, they say laughter is the best medicine, and that would give you a good one.
I feel really crook today, and it's Aden's birthday. :( I had plans for an awesome cake, but now it's just going to be a plain mud cake with ganache on top. I might split it and fill it with strawberries and cream.
I think I've peaked too early. Things have been flat chat around here lately and today it seems to have caught up with me. I need a holiday.
well.... careful what you wish for.
you *do* have a birth day coming up soon, doncha?
Minifob got his teacher assignment for next year: our second choice. Which is totally fine, she was actually tied for first choice in our minds, the tie breaker was simply that Minifob had had some slight interactions with the other lady, and said he liked her.
However, this seems to me to be a blatant power play on the part of the school, letting me know that I have some input, but do not get my way. Because when we met his new teacher, she knew nothing about him, no idea that he had an IEP or anything. So it's not like there was a group decision among all the teachers about which students go in which classes. And if there was a single administrator making the assignments, there is absolutely no reason not to have given us our first choice teacher, other than a power play. (Other students don't get to name teacher choices at all, we were the ones who brought it up at our last ARD meeting.)
Perhaps they asked our top-choice teacher for her agreement in taking him, and she secretly hates him so she said no--fair possibility, except why then would they not extend the same question to the second choice teacher, and thus she would be tipped off before meeting him that he was something different and not a standard student? She had no clue who he was, so I assume they didn't ask her if she wanted him. Thus I assume they didn't ask the first teacher either. Thus I assume they are being dicks and just showing me that they make the decisions, not me.
Note for next year: remember to list our first choice teacher as our second choice.
Note for next year: remember to list our first choice teacher as our second choice.
Assuming it's the same administrator making the decisions.
not going to make my trip to san fran this weekend. between work and fucking up yesterday on a mountain bike and jacking up damn near my whole right side....i'm going to work at home and take it easy.
hopefully my friend will still be in the states next weekend and i can make the trip then.
Clod - allocating students and teachers is a complex equation and there are many things to take into account. I would rather assume there was a reason Fob couldn't be with the teacher you hoped for, rather than the school just being dicks.
Certainly our teachers don't know what children they will get until class lists are issued, but then none of our parents get to chose the classes, they are organised strictly on birthdays. As many classes in the school teach two different year groups it's down to the individual spread of birthdays in a given year, so it's by no means set in stone, unless your child has a September or August birthday. The day the lists are diseminated is a busy day in the staffroom, as teachers and TAs gather to exchange information and advice. LSAs like me tend to follow a specific child, or are advised in advance of a chance in routine, so we're the only ones already aware.
At least she was a very close second.
And sorry you feel you've been stiffed.
I accept the school might actually be being dicks, it's just more restful if you think they're not.
Philth, sorry for your spill and the cancellation of your plans.
Be more careful!
Like I said, I'm pleased with the teacher herself. She really was a tie for first choice to us. I'm just suspicious of the school's behavior. Parents here don't get to choose teachers either, it's an accommodation that we came up with ourselves, and to my knowledge no other autism parent in the district has ever asked for it. It's because I'm a cynic--other parents spend hours fighting tooth and nail for specific things, and then the teachers just don't do them when class time comes. I believe that if a teacher is determined not to be bothered, all the legal requirements in the world are not going to make her classroom a good environment for your child, so our focus has always been carefully choosing the best person available, and hoping the rest comes naturally.
But they don't do birthdays either, because they want the flexibility to separate certain children each year as necessary. Maybe by 5th grade it's a complex river-crossing puzzle, but with only one year under their belts, it should still be close to a random toss, I would think.
I believe that if a teacher is determined not to be bothered, all the legal requirements in the world are not going to make her classroom a good environment for your child...
Ahem. I couldn't possibly comment on that...
YAY! September is a new term!!!!
good luck to clan Clod.
sorry you're all bent out of shape, plt.
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Irritating me? Myself. I managed to unload the better part of an aeresol can of spray adhesive ... all over my hands, and tools, and table, and the front of my computer last night. By the time I got it to the kitchen and into the sink, most of its champagne bottle imitation was done. Still managed to coat half the sink and the front edge with gooey glue.
I've been finding little balls of tacky rubber-cement-like schmutz all day. And for the foreseeable future.
they don't do birthdays clod?
good luck with that adhesive BigV, i can only imagine the mess that made!
thanks y'all. i hate taking pills and have tonight. a couple that my roommate offered. i'm in more pain than i thought i would be but for the most part it's just the soreness from everything. it's not the fall that gets ya, it's the landing!
V, at least you didn't get any in your ear this time. :)
I managed to unload the better part of an aeresol can of spray adhesive ... all over my hands, and tools, and table, and the front of my computer last night. By the time I got it to the kitchen and into the sink, most of its champagne bottle imitation was done. Still managed to coat half the sink and the front edge with gooey glue.
Sorry, man. But I wish there was a video.
Irritating me? Myself. I managed to unload the better part of an aeresol can of spray adhesive ... all over my hands, and tools, and table, and the front of my computer last night. By the time I got it to the kitchen and into the sink, most of its champagne bottle imitation was done. Still managed to coat half the sink and the front edge with gooey glue.
I've been finding little balls of tacky rubber-cement-like schmutz all day. And for the foreseeable future.
Are you euphemizing at all here? :eyebrow:
no. speaking literally. there'd've been a picture but I didn't want to muck up the camera.
they don't do birthdays clod?
As a method for deciding who goes in what class? No, the birthdays are evenly spread throughout the year in all classes. But they also don't allow parents to bring cupcakes or whatever for a kid's birthday, both because it's disruptive to the school day and because there are too many kids with allergies these days. Things have changed since we were kids and no one had allergies... the nurse has an entire filing cabinet drawer to hold all the various kids' Epipens, and the
number one rule on the cafeteria wall is that you "never, ever share your food with friends." No kidding.
We had a big birthday cupcake war two years ago at our elementary school. One mom, who is a nutritionist, went on a crusade and got them banned. She felt shunned afterwards, and probably was. Most parents and teachers liked the cupcakes, but there was a new principal and he caved to her pressure pretty quickly. The whole drama was kind of amusing to me, because it really was a big deal when she got them banned. Her argument wasn't along the food allergy line or the disruption line, but an anti-sweets line. I didn't care one way or another, but people were very up in arms about it.
Sorry, man. But I wish there was a video.
hopefully these will suffice
mucky pictures too?
clear pictures of mucky everything else
computer wrist rest
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hinge area of leatherman, the tool of destruction. you can still see a bit of the glue around the recessed area around the word LEATHERMAN.
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the sink (still dirty, been cleaning a lot). notice the bashed in rim from earlier misadventure where I dropped the glass carboy on the rim of the sink, crushing the tile.
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the remains of the bomb that I set off, retrieved from the trash can; very attractive, don't you think? I can see cable sheath end and old corroded brake cable from bicycle maintenance project, burrito wrapper, ice cream/popsicle wrapper, lots of pet hair, the top of the can, ironically adhered to the side of the can, the stuff you'd expect to find in the trash can.
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We had a big birthday cupcake war two years ago at our elementary school. One mom, who is a nutritionist, went on a crusade and got them banned. She felt shunned afterwards, and probably was. Most parents and teachers liked the cupcakes, but there was a new principal and he caved to her pressure pretty quickly. The whole drama was kind of amusing to me, because it really was a big deal when she got them banned. Her argument wasn't along the food allergy line or the disruption line, but an anti-sweets line. I didn't care one way or another, but people were very up in arms about it.
Admittedly, a few parents do ignore the rule, and teachers don't feel they can just send the parent away after the kids have already watched the treats walk unexpectedly in the door. Which is even worse, because it means that I have no warning to provide an alternative--last year Minifob came home one day with this new toy in his backpack, and it turned out that another parent had randomly shown up with a plate full of doughnuts, so the teacher had thought quickly and given Minifob a toy she had in her cabinet, to make up for having to just sit out and get nothing while his class ate doughnuts. She was such an awesome teacher.
V, try entering that garbageball in some local art contest.
Oh and in future, if you want to do craft activities, get a grown-up to supervise, oaky? ;)
Admittedly, a few parents do ignore the rule, and teachers don't feel they can just send the parent away after the kids have already watched the treats walk unexpectedly in the door.
Key Stage 1 occasionally goes through suggestions of cake-bans. Mostly because Mums just show up at the door with them, randomly. Like "Oh we've been baking!" and bring in 20 cakes for a class of 31. But like you say, how can you turn them away at that point?
Our kids tend to have sweets for birthdays, which are given out at the end of the day and mustn't be eaten on the school premises, thus giving parents some nominal control. They're quite good about allergies and things too. Pretty much most of the class would be able to tell you that L can't have nuts and M can't have Haribo because he's muslin but A can't have Haribo because he's vegetarian but they can both have Jelly Babies because they're made from something special.
I just saw in the news this morning that the jury a stone's throw away from Apple's world headquarters ruled in favor of Apple and against Samsung in the cell phone patent lawsuit. I expected this, because juries are generally too dumb to be deciding patent cases, but it's disappointing anyway.
Smart phones are going to be more expensive now, and there will be fewer advancements and choices. Apple has gone from a business model of innovating to one of litigating.
I work in a patent law firm, so this helps my job security, but as a consumer, it's bad.
Our kids tend to have sweets for birthdays, which are given out at the end of the day and mustn't be eaten on the school premises, thus giving parents some nominal control.
Are birthday parties (at a house, or birthday event place) a standard thing over there, though? Like this mom who brought the big plate of doughnuts, she brought them to school on his actual birthday, a Friday, and then all those same kids came to the kid's birthday party on Saturday, and had another pile of doughnuts (this particular kid doesn't like cake.)
At some point it seems like spoiling them to me, but maybe I'm a Nazi.
Pretty much most of the class would be able to tell you that L can't have nuts and M can't have Haribo because he's muslin but A can't have Haribo because he's vegetarian but they can both have Jelly Babies because they're made from something special.
"Muslin" cracked me up, it's exactly what they all say. :) Yes, the other kids are always right on top of things, way better than the adults. It was really touching at the first birthday party Minifob went to last year, at least three kids came up to me to make sure I'd brought a treat for him, because he was going to be allergic to the cake, did I know that?
We have a no outside food rule as well. Every year we tell everybody and every year somebody gets pissed.
I just saw in the news this morning that the jury a stone's throw away from Apple's world headquarters ruled in favor of Apple and against Samsung in the cell phone patent lawsuit. I expected this, because juries are generally too dumb to be deciding patent cases, but it's disappointing anyway.
Smart phones are going to be more expensive now, and there will be fewer advancements and choices. Apple has gone from a business model of innovating to one of litigating.
I work in a patent law firm, so this helps my job security, but as a consumer, it's bad.
Think they'll appeal?
no question. But it's a serious uphill fight now.
It's 2:48pm, and the Indian gentleman and his real estate agent are STILL standing at his pickup truck, chatting, looking at the outside of the house, having walked through my house in their allotted time slot which was 1pm to 2pm.
Is the agent not familiar with Glengarry Glen Ross? Ask Al Pacino, Indians never buy real estate, they just want to talk your head off.
I really hated the whole real estate sale process when we sold our log cabin way back when. We tried to sell it on our own first and we had a woman look and look but finally said no. Then we had it listed and the same woman bought it so we lost more $ than we would have... irritating.
Coffee is for closers! Dammit!
Are birthday parties (at a house, or birthday event place) a standard thing over there, though?
Yes & no.
The school catchment area is mostly affluent (meaning stay-at-home Mums, foreigbn holidays, a two car household, Dads who work "away" some of the time).
One girl in my class would never bring in home-baked treats as she barely sees either parent in the week - both work in London and commute. But she has a big birthday party every year, 40 children.
Others work but their child-minders hand over at 18.30 and they will do the chocolate thing and maybe have a party for 15 "best" friends.
Some don't work, volunteer at the school, know all the other parents and have a house party, or a themed party (riding, swimming, farm etc) for 5-10.
So it varies. Choc (sweets) seems to be the way of including all the childer without having to have a party for absolutely everyone they know. Especially as we have mixed age group classes.
NB - Tiger went to a party in the spring this year. He had a hotdog, because he has hotdogs at the school CineNights. It was the wrong type of hotdog. He was so distressed Mum took him home (oh you can bet she goes to every party). K, who lives in the house behind and is a good boy but can sometimes tease Tiger, had his arms around him saying, "It's okay. If you don't like it you don't have to eat it."
Toying with my emotions... I read "It was the wrong type of hotdog" and had a flash of excitement that Tiger's parents had put him on a restricted diet. Oh well.
It's come up in conversation, but really not my place to push it.
I would to a member of family.
Yeah, I know. Pushing most people won't help anyway--either they're interested enough to do the research and come to you, or they're not interested.
I don't understand why most parents don't see the value in a restricted diet to be honest. Whether your child is ASD, ADD or any other D, or is just a run of the mill kid, most of them react negatively to some foods, particularly highly processed and preserved crap. I know Aden still carries on like a pork chop if he eats too much crap food. Mav not so much, and I just wish Max would eat. lol It's just not good for anyone to eat that stuff.
Yeah, but at the same time, you get people who say that their kid eats a totally healthy, organic diet, with no processed anything, and therefore something specific like gluten couldn't possibly be an issue. I can't tell you how many times I've heard, "But he only eats whole grain bread!" One man's food is another man's poison, and all that.
Toying with my emotions... I read "It was the wrong type of hotdog" ...
How's that skull fracture coming along, kiddo?
I can't tell you how many times I've heard, "But he only eats whole grain bread!" One man's food is another man's poison, and all that.
When I worked at the place that will remain nameless, I had a student who literally
only ate whole grain bread from one particular bakery and showed every indication of severe gastric distress but parents and [strike]genius professor[/strike] administration wouldn't consider a change because there was no scientific evidence.
I just booked my car in to have the random brake light issue fixed and the fucking power steering oil leak (that 2 other dealers have tried to fix) fixed too. I can see this little adventure costing a good $600+
Oh and as per my rant on Facebook, a lovely trip to Centrelink informing me that I will be down $500 a month as of January due to Julia's stupid changes to the Parenting Payment.
Fuck you Julia, and your stupid hairdresser boyfriend (who used to work for me).
Well, I think that post could have gone in the pissing you off thread Ducky!
My irritation stems from the fact that I now need to pee again, and I just did a big one 10 mins ago!
Bet you've peed twice since then too :)
Almost over, luvly.
haha...yeah. Not long now thank all the gods and gremlins too! lol
My house was built in 1957 and after two really big storms with high winds (one last years knocked down seven of my 11 trees) I am getting a new storm door. Not a big, real door, but a storm door.
400.00 dollars.
WTF?!
You'll bet glad you have that storm door when the big bad wolf starts blowing. ;)
I came here to post what was mildly irritating, but got distracted and forgot. Should I start a less-than-mildly-irritating thread if/when i remember?
oooh I remembered. MIL saying "that skirt makes you look slimmer" It's the same skirt I've had for 8 years, I just am slimmer -I've lost 15 pounds, damn you!
Omg. Too funny. Sounds like some of my own mom's 'compliments' to me. ;)
And wtg on those pounds! Awesome.
Work phone rings.
Me: Dr's office, me speaking.
Caller: Who?
Me: Dr's office, me speaking.
Caller: Who is this?
Me: Me. You've reached Dr's office.
Caller: Oh, it's you! Hi you, I'm on the beach, are my glasses ready?
Me: I don't know, who is calling?
Caller: It's (person who I called and left a message that her glasses were ready and instead of checking messages she just called back a blind number and asked who it is)
At work, they upgraded me to Windows 7. And to do this, they copied all the stuff off my old computer and onto a new Windows 7 computer. And switched them out.
Except the bastards didn't copy any of the software I had loaded myself. They only copied approved software. Which means all my bookmarks in Firefox are gone. All the place marks I put on Google earth are gone. I don't mind going through and reinstalling all my programs, but those bookmarks were helpful. Recreating the wheel now. grr. The bookmarks they did copy were from Explorer, which I haven't used in YEARS, so they are all ancient. It's kind of funny looking at these really old bookmarks.
It's like a forced cleanup.
Sunburn. I was so good all summer, and then today it was cloudy at the pool, so I didn't use any sunscreen. But the heavy clouds gradually left and enouh sun got through to burn me a little. The kids got it too. First day of school tomorrow, and their faces are red. My wife got burned too. We're a house of mild irritation tonight.
Sunburn sucks. Aloe Vera will help though if you have any. Even straight sap from the plant. Vit E is also excellent.
I'm irritated by the level of weariness I feel today. I did a reasonable amount of housework yesterday. Cleaned floors, did about 4 loads of washing and just general tidying. Today I feel like I've been hit by a truck.
I need a nap. :(
But half that weariness is from guilt for not doing more. That's wrong, you shouldn't do more than you can comfortably. That would risk the health of both of you. Most likely nobody else is being critical of you, why do it yourself? Relax, nap, enjoy the calm before the OMG-a-new-baby. :)
It's just the nesting instinct, Ali, you know your house is already clean. If I did floors and four loads of laundry with a toddler around, I'd be bushed, and I'm not even a million weeks pregnant. It'll be over soon. :)
Yeah, I know none of the other grotts that live around here care if it's messy, but I hate the yucky feeling under my feet (I really prefer not to wear shoes indoors), and Clod's right about the nesting I guess. I just want to try and catch up on all the main chores so I don't have to worry too much for the first couple of weeks.
anyway, I'll get the big boys to put in an hour when they get home this arvy and that should help get things squared away enough. Then I just have to give them a bit of a chat about how they'll need to use a bit more initiative about about the chores for the next couple of months. I know they will. They're excellent boys. I'd be lost without them. Even Max is good at helping out and doing his bit. for example, we have a front loader washing machine, so it's low to the ground. Max is great at unloading and loading it up for me so I don't have to bend over for that long. Little helps like that make a big difference to those sorts of chores. I really am lucky to have such great kids. :)
Jackson tore a big strip off his $240 dog kennel...shithead!!
Its a heavy duty fabric one, which he loves diving into and rolling around like a numpty...so I assume he was throwing his big horse feet around and ripped a bit, then decided to tug-o-war it off.
He's laying in it not meeting my eye and looking innocently at the clouds, whilst I am scowling at him out the door.
That's nothing. Cleo is gradually chewing and breaking bits off her wooden dog kennel. She's a dumb dog. Boy is she going to cold next winter if she keeps it up. lol
Jackson tore a big strip off his $240 dog kennel...shithead!!
Its a heavy duty fabric one, which he loves diving into and rolling around like a numpty...so I assume he was throwing his big horse feet around and ripped a bit, then decided to tug-o-war it off.
He's laying in it not meeting my eye and looking innocently at the clouds, whilst I am scowling at him out the door.
:lol:
That last line is awesome! It makes me picture the scene. :)
Gradually rebuilding my software suite on my PC after a virus-lookalike-but-nothing-found-incident on it just before the weekend. Fortunately I had done a data back-up a couple of days before ...
A fricken fracken 12Vdc din mounted regulated power supply ,
Fricken Fracken thing was at 8 vdc , not enough Umpas to run what needed power , but enough to make the display sorta light up ,
Fricken Fracken thing is Fractured Now !!!
Carrotchops is very lucky not to be beaten to death this morning.
I am about to go off to Leeds, which involves a 40 minute train journey. I always listen to my iphone on the train. Music, stories, podcasts. I never travel without my headphones.
Carrot has destroyed my headphones. Good and proper. And I wont have an opportunity to buy new ones til I am in Leeds.
Grrrrrrr. Major fucking grrrrrr.
Carrotchops is very lucky not to be beaten to death this morning.
I am about to go off to Leeds, which involves a 40 minute train journey. I always listen to my iphone on the train. Music, stories, podcasts. I never travel without my headphones.
Carrot has destroyed my headphones. Good and proper. And I wont have an opportunity to buy new ones til I am in Leeds.
Grrrrrrr. Major fucking grrrrrr.
I'm sorry about ur finger but you knew carrotchops was a dog when you took him in.
(variation of Native American story about a man who takes in an injured snake and nurses it back to health only to have the venomous snake bite him and when he asks how could the snake do that to him after all he's done for it, the snakes answers, "Hey, you knew I was a snake when you took me in!")
sorry, though, about your headphones. but I know you won't beat carrot to death. Maybe just introduce him to the concept of it. ;)
concept of it
LOL
look Dana do.t grrrrrrrrr at him that makes it a game tor him.
Ha! Carrot doesn't respond well to anger. It is all just a game for him if i lose my temper :p
Today what is mildly irritating me is this:
I'm off to the docs in half an hour. May need antibiotics or...*deep breath* lancing with a sterile needle. Owww.
No lancing hurrah!
But I am back on fucking anti-biotics again. Godsdamnit.
This has been one of the longest spells of not needing antibiotics for my eczema for ages, and now this bastard has kicked in.
Grrrrr. Big grrrrr.
sorry about ur finger. :(
Is that eczma related? The pic is a bit blurry. Looks like something I'd lance at home myself with a rusty nail though. ;) (almost serious there. Probs not a rusty nail, but I'd just get a pin or needle and do it myself. It wouldn't even hurt.)
Oh yeah, and what's irritating me is that I'm still in one piece! :grumpy:
Oh Ali, I missed your reply. Are you still in one piece today sweetie?
As for my thumb (ha! I finally have green thumbs! Maybe now houseplants wont scream and commit suicide when they are brought into my house...): this one isn't eczema related I don't think. I have a vague recollection of something stabbing into the bit where nail and finger meet, whilst I was pulling out bits of woodland from Carrotchop's fur.
I have had similar nailbed type infections before (and whitlows on the finger tip) and they may well be eczema related. I've lanced them myself when they haven't been too painful, but this one is ridiculously sore. The whole thumb is swollen and tight. Also, there's always the risk that if I do that the surrounding skin will infect and set off an infected eczema flare. If I can deal with this just through the antibiotics that's probably better. If it ends up having to be lanced, I'd rather it be done with properly sterile needle and with antiseptic swabs.
Keep it warm and moist. :thumb:
Still in one piece. This post is in the right thread.
Bathe it in salt water - as hot as you can take it. Regularly.
And keep taking pictures - I am delighted with that one!
Oh - sorry about it anyway.
But I am a little jealous. That's a seriously grim colour for living flesh.
Looks like paronychia. (Dana's finger)
That does indeed need antibx.
Finger?
It's a thumb!
I now do not trust you as our potential medical expert during the zombie apocalypse.
We're gonna have to let Orthodoc into the compound too.
You can have paronychia of the thumb, too!
It's just that Dana's thumb is so wonderfully, excellently delicate that I mistook it for her finger.
You're just still mad at me because I soundly trumped your argument about Jews running America and are clearly jealous of my contact with Woody Allen.
Ha! Yep, that's what it is. And am on antibiotics.
Though, I'm now 2 days into them and it's got a lot bigger. I have a horrible feeling I'm going to be down at the surgery tomorrow having it lanced. owww, fuck, the idea really makes me queasy. It's ricockulously painful.
vics. Or percs. Or whatever you guys over there get for pain, GET IT!
I thought it was ridiculously easy to get good drugs in England - non?
Not true? Coz I was thinking if I came over to visit you guys I'd manufacture some sort of accident and get us all free painkillers. But I'm not gonna do it if they're getting all stingy with them.
Well, I've taken a couple of ibuprofen (NSAID), but that was about two and a half hours ago. Can't take any more for a couple of hours. I probably should go to the shop and buy some paracetamol to take alongside.
I could take cocodamol, as that's available over the counter (codeine and paracetamol) but they give me a bad stomach.
Don't come here for the good shit, darlin'.
I've never been offered anything exciting on prescription. Best I got was co-codamol which I turned out to be allergic to. Had an extra week of puking and extreme pain because of it.
When famous Merkins are outed as being addicted to prescription painkillers we're baffled. What? How? Can we have some please? Okay, maybe that's just me.
Note to self, Dana has zombie thumb be careful.
Picked up my hunting license on Saturday and didn't notice that the gal gave me LAST YEAR'S Guide and Regulations Book.
grrrrr.
Don't come here for the good shit, darlin'.
I've never been offered anything exciting on prescription. Best I got was co-codamol which I turned out to be allergic to. Had an extra week of puking and extreme pain because of it.
When famous Merkins are outed as being addicted to prescription painkillers we're baffled. What? How? Can we have some please? Okay, maybe that's just me.
There are a handful of interesting painkillers available on prescription :P Mostly though, we don't get the really good stuff. I think codydramol is probably the closest we get to vicodin even on prescription. Or a tramadol-paracetamol mix. Tramadol is a pseudo morphine made for human usage but used extensively by vets to treat pain in dogs. Apparently it can be a little trippy and is addictive in humans.
[eta] @3ft: that's shitty. Is there not an online version you could check?
@ Griff,don't worry. I don't have an insatiable appetite for brains....brains...sss...brrrraaaaaaiiinsssss...
Oh God yes I had an awful trip on Tramadol. NEVER AGAIN!!!!!
Sent by thought transference
My li'l Pilaudog was on tramadol for most of the last couple of years of his life.
I won't launch into a rant about the American health system or the British Health system, but I think you'll find that the fact that one is driven by the drug companies advertising directly to the potential patients and the populace having a sense of entitelement to a perfect life fuelled by said drug companies may have something to do with that.
Am I mildly irritating anyone by saying that?
No.
Those that might be irritated are medicated against that irritation, and those that are not medicated already agree with you.
Ha! Carrot doesn't respond well to anger. It is all just a game for him if i lose my temper :p
Today what is mildly irritating me is this:
I'm off to the docs in half an hour. May need antibiotics or...*deep breath* lancing with a sterile needle. Owww.
You know better, of course, re: lancing.
But. Every time I see that picture, I want to stab my screen and squeeze the yellow pixels out. THAT pain ends much sooner. And given that wounds heal from the bottom up, that one is painfully capped, trapping that shit inside. Good luck.
Yes.
I would not wish upon anyone my life before medication, which was troubled by significant panic disorder and social anxiety disorder. Had I known that it was not just me freaking out, that many others had the same problem, and that there was a solution, I could have had help ten-fifteen years earlier and my life would have been significantly better.
It took me a while to get the right anti-depressant.
And I know I really need it, I'm not dosing for fun, because I occasionally I let myself run out and my whole life collapses.
It's only good health care that has allowed me to switch from one to another even when I would have said I was doing okay. Well, except when I was on generic Prozac and was suicidal. Even a street sweeper would have been able to spot that was the wrong one for me. Not knocking street sweepers - it was a kind one in Leicester who made me realise I needed help. Standing crying on my way into work, he suggested that really, all was not well darling. So I headed home and called the doctor.
oh I wasn't saying that people shouldn't get medication. And I irritate some regardless of what I post.
I am mildly irritated by there not being enough hours in the day today. I have energy, i have a list a mile long -why can't the time available comply?
oh I wasn't saying that people shouldn't get medication. And I irritate some regardless of what I post.
I am also an irritant. But you don't irritate me at all. :)
Irritants of a feather flock together.
And I irritate some regardless of what I post.
True.
But my post certainly wasn't typed in your direction.
I am irritated by those that post 'those that' instead of 'those who.' I like those who use who instead of that when referring to persons.
*shudders*
THIS NECK TIE
polo season is over, alas.
My mother and aunt are tag-team irritating me today. It is always so obvious when they've been talking to each other about me, because each one, encouraged by the other's agreement, resolves to say something to me about it... and they each end up presenting me, mere hours apart, with talking points so identical they could be a Daily Show parody, as if this random thing had just occurred to them.
They are not subtle. And I want to be extremely un-subtle right back at them. But I don't, I just grit my teeth and say, "Oh, how interesting."
Why don't you just say something like, Yeah, Mum was just on the phone telling me the exact same thing! You two must be telepathetic! :D
I was in Tesco today. They were selling Christmas decorations and wrapping stuff. How long before this festival lasts 13 months a year?
Bleh. All the pubs round here are taking Christmas bookings already.
I hated Christmas then I sort of liked it again and now I'm back to hating it.
It's so stressful. My goal this Christmas will be not to shoot anyone intentionally.
I should be able to stick to that. But, as I said, it's merely a GOAL and not a PROMISE.
I was in Tesco today. They were selling Christmas decorations and wrapping stuff. How long before this festival lasts 13 months a year?
How's the weather up your way?
Bleh. All the pubs round here are taking Christmas bookings already.
And up yours? [snort]
I do understand pubs taking bookings. When I was responsible for booking work Christmas parties we used to book midsummer. And full company parties used to be booked in January. Lots to plan, not the least staffing.
We've yet to book The Dairy Maid, but it will be in the next few weeks to ensure we can get our preferred seating time. Then again that's on Christmas Day (just four of us), so it's kinda a big deal. Must remember to take a leftovers box this year for the cats. Wish I could have 1/3 of the meal for 1/3 of the price, but then I'm not really eating at the mo - maybe I'll change my mind by December and be packing it away again.
My mom.
And dad. You all know about dear old dad and how we don't get along.
Well - mom is driving me up the wall. I should have more patience. She's got vascular dementia. It's making her mean and petty and even more parsimonious than ever. My sister says these types of illnesses bring the person down to their core personality.
At any rate - they're both curmudgeons of the first order, rubbing their two pennies together for warmth when they've got a pile of cash to burn.
I don't get it. If i lived beyond expectancy, I'd be blowing my money on anything that I felt like doing. They act like they're the Little Match Girl about to freeze in the snow. I just don't get IT.
It's the dementia. My mum was the same. She could have made her house comfortable, she could have taken taxis to go shopping once a week, and socialising too, but she though she had to hoard every penny. It's the dementia.
That being said, I also think that dementia strips away all the social veneers we have learnt to apply in order to get along, and does reduce a person to their core personality.
My mum was very anxious about money, distrustful of men and pretty scared of a lot of things really, but put on a stupendous act of being confident and capable for all of her adult life, which crumbled with the dementia but I just didn't see it because she'd been such a strong role model all my life.
My dad was shallow and selfish - which we kind of knew all along, anyway.
thanks, limey, for sharing that.
My mom has been a helpless damsel in distress her whole life - looking for some big,strong man to bail her out of every situation, to TELL her exactly what to do b/c she didn't KNOW what to do. She was decorative and my father loved winding up his doll wife and making her do his bidding. She still serves him like she is his Mammy.
Ugh. He'll walk into the kitchen, sit at the table and say, "Where's the marmalade?" and she JUMPS up to get it. she's always been that way. She's never had to pump her own gas to keep a checkbook or do anything but play paperdolls.
How is it that she got stuck with three witchy daughters when she's so very, very good? I can only begin to imagine her disappoint.
Maybe she envies you?
Towards the end of her life, my mum would look at me in wonderment and say "You are so BRAVE! Where did you get that?", and I'd look back at her and say "You taught me". I just didn't understand that she didn't feel that way any more, didn't even remember feeling that way ...
Maybe. She would tell us to pull ourselves up our bootstraps be strong fearless show the naysayers they were wrong - all things she had NEVER done herself lol. I'm being mean I know. I'm just angry.
boo-hoo. ;)
No, no. Be angry - that's OK. But maybe she is not total dissapoint.
She's not a total dissapoint. Actually she deserved better than at least two of her three kids./
Trilby, don't look to them for role models, you are a role model. You've lived your way, fucked up, faced up, owned up, and moved on. You are woman, lemme hear you roar.
:heartpump
how can I not love you, bruce?
xoxoxox!
We'll never let any condom between us. ;)
Bruce is right. Of course.
Agree. And fwiw, it was the same with my ex-mil's dementia. Her veneer, which was thin to start with, completely disappeared and she got outright mean - said hurtful things to her sons, totally despised her daughters-in-law, and made everyone miserable at the seniors' residence/nursing home. It was sad to see. But I don't take that away as her core, true personality - it was an aspect that surfaced when there were no inhibitions, but she also had history that showed courage and determination and other good things. Like everyone else, she was complex.
... It was sad to see. But I don't take that away as her core, true personality - it was an aspect that surfaced when there were no inhibitions, but she also had history that showed courage and determination and other good things. Like everyone else, she was complex.
My mum was mean to (and about) my brother, too, for no reason. You're right, though. That's not how she'd been (or felt) about him for most of her life.
No one has commented yet on just the simple fact of a parent growing old.
Even in "good" health, age does take it's toll and anger can be the reaction.
Giving up control of the simple things in life (no longer driving),
or having to go along with the reversal of parent:child over to child:parent is very hard.
Add the pain of some afflictions or the frustrations of loss of functions,
and even a young person can have a change in their overt personality.
How's the weather up your way?
Sorry, I missed this!
We had lots of rain which is pretty unusual for here, Limey and her west coast usually get it all, but I live on the side of a valley so it all runs right past me and is quite enjoyable to watch.
I travel a lot in the course of any day.
I use public restrooms all over the damn place.
Can't speak to the interior of ladies rooms, but guys won't flush the fucking toilet.
How damn hard is to flush after you piss (or drop a 12 pound log)?
"But, I don't wanna touch the handle!"
Fine...pick up your friggin' foot and flush with the toe of your shoe...wrap your hand in toilet paper...use your noggin (to think, not to flush) and figure it out.
Flush the toilet, you jackass.
I think it's a form of exhibitionism.
Seriously, some kind of Freudian "look what I made!"
:greenface
Mebbe.
Pathetic, if so.
Flush it!
Can't speak to the interior of ladies rooms, but guys won't flush the fucking toilet.
As a representative of the ladies' room-using population, I can tell you it's exactly the same. Perfectly functioning toilets full of leavings. I've been to bathrooms where there was a line because there was only one stall in four being used because women are too terrified to flush the stuff down, sometimes even if it was theirs. Makes no sense.
those goddam individualistic bears shitting where ever they like and just leaving it behind, blissfully independent, "not my problem anymore", blissfully ignorant of the increased load they leave for the rest of society to bear.
Insofar as I can tell: it ain't bears but communitarian-minded wolves leaving piss and shit behind...goddamned dogs with their absurd hierarchies, pack mentality, and yowlings at the moon.
Fleabags.
I am so sick of muscle spasms near my shoulder blades. Usually they don't last 3 days...though I imagine there's a bit of bruising because it will be sore for a few days once the spasm subsides.
This one has been three days, with no subsiding. I'll turn, ever so slightly, the wrong way...and it clenches up and I have that sharp stabbing pain accompanied by the gasp that comes with sharp stabbing pain.
This might be the worst one yet. I can actually feel giant spots that are sore to the slightest touch...above where I believe the spasm to be. Of course, once one muscle spasms they all try to get in on the deal as they compensate for the mean old bad muscle.
Now, my right arm is numbish and tingly, and I am in pain from the bottom of my shoulder blade to the top of my neck.
I can't take off work; I guess I'll have to go to after hours clinic. Dammit.
You're not the first person who has told me that.
I really need to get healthier.
You mentioned running a 10k. I want to. It would take me until Spring to be ready for something like that, probably. But if I say I'll do it here, in 'public' maybe I'll stick to it.
Maybe we could start a thread where I'll have to admit whether or not I did anything (like walking, running) that week and you called me out when I didn't, maybe I'd be embarrassed enough to follow through. Kind of like the foodblog idea.
I need to do something. I'm not getting any younger, and I need to find a better way to reduce stress.
edit: Vicious circle: when I get off work I don't want to do ANYTHING...often my brain is fried. I just want to go home. Even going home is stressful, with the crazy traffic. At minimum, barring errands and groceries, I'm gone 11 hours a day. This is my difficulty. Though I know it would be helpful if I did something I let myself make excuses because I feel so freaking tired. Stress. Must fix.
Pete has long been walking at work. Either at lunch or when others are on a smoke break. I talked her into yoga on her way home and that is helping as well. People who spend a lot of time on computers are going to be susceptible to all kinds of shoulder issues.
True. A lot of people here walk on lunch hour. The nice thing is all the buildings connect at the third floor so it'd be easy to walk in the winter.
It'd at least be a start.
I dare you to do it TODAY! :D At least for 15 minutes.
I solemnly swear I will walk 15 minutes today.
:)
Wait, if I count walking into the building and to the cafe and other places on campus, and back, I'm already doing at least 15. Do those count? /lazyass
nope. Extra 15 minutes. plus 5 for cheek.
Well, spank me.
Waited at the after hours for an hour and a half. I felt like I was at the gate to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, and the junk man was going to roll his cart by and say "No one ever goes in, and no one ever comes out."
Only to be prescribed prescription strength Aleve. Um, I can take a couple extra Aleve on my own, thank you very much. And I couldn't fill it anyway because I had another script to pick up and I was low on cash and my bank was closed (closes at 7.)
So I went home, barely made it through 2 Broke Girls, and went to bed.
Of course, my muscle stopped spasming, finally, which is good.
Eczema on my eyelids and around my eyes. skin all swollen and dry, I look about 90 years old today :( And it itches and I rub it when I'm not thinking about it which makes it red so it's even more obvious.
....and what's really irritating is that swollen/heavy eyelids make you feel tired even when you're not, because it's such hard work keeping them open..... like being a student all over again
Insurance company: "We've determined that the claim we previously paid you for was fraudulent. The services never occurred. You must send us the money back within 21 days, and be aware that criminal charges may be pending."
Me: "Excuse me WTF?"
After much back and forth, it was determined that first, they screwed up by trying to send an Explanation of Benefits to the provider, which they're not supposed to do because this provider doesn't accept assignment (i.e., take insurance.) Then they chose the wrong doctor, who has the same name but is in another state.
This wrong doctor wrote back to them, saying "I am not an optometrist, I have no patient by this name, nor do I live in that state." Rather than retrace their steps to figure out what happened, they just slapped a fraud tag on it. Douchebags.
And that's only mildly irritating, Clod?
Meh, it's been sorted out, and relatively quickly as these sorts of things go. I was never worried, more just offended by their threat.
I've worked with health insurance co. since 1987. They usually take the path of least work/most threat right off the bat. One simple phone call and taking down the ins. co. rep's name will solve the problem. But ya gotta get the NAME. and tell them you're noting their name, any other method of identifying them ("Mary, is there any other way you are identified? Like a number or location?") note date and time and tell them that, too. I personally know two people who work for insurance companies that I wouldn't let watch my cat over a weekend. They hem, they haw, they deny, they say they lost the paperwork, or it never came or they never heard of that or you didn't call to pre-certify, blah, blah, blah. I had my first son in 1990. I called the company to let them know I was pregnant and my due date. After he was born they denied the claim saying I had a pre-existing condition...of pregnancy.
HOW, I ask you, HOW could the government do worse than these private money-making, soul-sucking, heartless-- ---------------BASTARDS???????
of course, most insurance companies try the path of least resistance/most likely to pay up routine esp. on the elderly who freak when they think the ins. co. is going to cut them off or similar. It's almost always a bluff.
Way back when I was getting expensive treatment for something I was called into the doc's payment office and they said my ins. co. wasn't paying up and I said,"Don't worry, they're getting sued. you'll get your money." and they did
Oh yes, you always get the name. They tell you at the beginning of the call, but you still always wrap up with, "and what was your name again?"
We bought this used car a couple weeks ago, and knew when we did that the brakes needed to be replaced soon. The shop quoted us around $300 to do it, but I know how to do it myself for around $50. I found that I had an afternoon free, so I picked up some new pads at the parts store in the early afternoon.
I got the wheel off, and the brake taken apart, and found that the new pads were too small. They gave me the wrong parts! Grr. Fortunately, we had shuffled the cars, so the working car was near the street. So I drove back to the store to get the correct pads. This time with the old pad in hand to compare. Came back, and was feeling a little less cocky about getting the job done before we were supposed to meet friends for dinner. It was 4pm already. I did the one side, and proceeded to the second, where I couldn't get two of the lug nuts off! So after trying for a while, loosening them, but the nut was just getting harder to turn as I was turning it, I called it quits. Sprayed them down with WD40. I'll try again tomorrow afternoon. But I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll be replacing two wheel studs and two lug nuts as well as the brakes on the other side. It feels like I'm stripping the threads.
I'm not upset yet. Just irritated. If the WD40 doesn't help, I'll try the propane torch a little. I've never replaced wheel studs before, but I watched a few youtube videos and it looks pretty easy. One guy recommended putting them in the freezer first so they shrink a bit. Sounds like a smart idea.
Dinner with the friends was nice, at least.
Dinner with the friends was nice, at least.
Good :)
The kids upstairs are bouncing on their beds. They are just having fun being kids. If I went upstairs and said something the kids would be the ones in trouble, when it's the parents I'm vexed at. Why are they allowing the kids to rattle the timbers, I don't know.
...but the nut was just getting harder to turn as I was turning it...
That sounds like they weren't striping, but galled. The metal gets hot and actually sticks(welds) and rips the surface off the stud, nut, or both.
Pulling new studs in shouldn't be a problem, as long as you've room to start them in the hole from the back side. The interference fit is only a few thousands and the holes have been pulled(pressed) once. The serrations at the base of the stud just keep it from turning when you tighten the nuts. The strength to hold the wheel on is the "head" on the stud.
That sounds like they weren't striping, but galled. The metal gets hot and actually sticks(welds) and rips the surface off the stud, nut, or both.
Pulling new studs in shouldn't be a problem, as long as you've room to start them in the hole from the back side. The interference fit is only a few thousands and the holes have been pulled(pressed) once. The serrations at the base of the stud just keep it from turning when you tighten the nuts. The strength to hold the wheel on is the "head" on the stud.
It went really well. I started by heating the old nuts with a propane torch and trying to remove them. They didn't want to come off, so I really pulled on that wrench. Broke them both right off. It was OK though, because I had planned to replace them anyway.
I pounded the old stud out, and the new ones were easy to put in. I took a bunch of pictures along the way and will probably post what I did.
Men. And also, men. Then again, I'm very irritated today by men. And, men.
(disclaimer: this is not to say I hate men nor am I from the Island of Lesbos. I think men, as a gender, are freaking awesome. But you know...sometimes: GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!)
I am so tired of having to convince people who can't be convinced. Just this week:
Idiot #1 (not even talking about my kid): "She just eats so much cucumber, and cauliflower, and green beans, and squash, and all these fruits, and almost no meat at all... we're really concerned about her nutrition."
Idiot #2: "But what do you do for calcium?!"
Me: "What do you do for Vitamin A?"
Idiot #2: "Well... I dunno, I'm just pretty sure that's not as important as calcium."
Idiot #3: "Unless he's having pain with the diarrhea, I can't see any reason to treat it."
I swear to God, people's heads are so far up their asses, they're coming out of their necks again. I want to go live in a self-sustaining hippie granola commune and never come out again.
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I swear to God, people's heads are so far up their asses, they're coming out of their necks again. I want to go live in a self-sustaining hippie granola commune and never come out again.
Not all people--only the
Kleins.
V, we have a maths thread for that. ;)
Normally I get the baby/s to bed and do all the night time stuff with them, then after 6am they're Dazza's till he goes to work so I can have a sleep in, but Aden has requested a 7am - 1pm shift on Saturdays at his work, which means that both Dazza and I have to be up early on Saturday, which leaves only one day of the week for a sleep in, which doesn't divide well between two people. :( So today after Dazza got back from taking Aden to work, I went back to bed 'for an hour or so', and woke up 5 hours later! Now I'm late for everything today!
Microsoft Office 2010.
Jebus Gob...it's getting to the point that with all the freaking hoops you have to jump through to do ANYTHING it'll be easier to go back to pens, paper, and freaking calculators. Or maybe even an abacus.
"Are you SURE you want to look at this spreadsheet you just created? Really? Is that wise?"
"Your certificate for the certificate of the certified government website doesn't match the certificate of the dead gopher you ate in 1998 when you were homeless. Do you really think you should continue you security screw-up loser?"
"Ha! Who do you think you ARE?"
I already have to use a secret freaking decoder ring for my gobmint websites (I kid you not) now I have to break dance and do a jig and a plie just to get a list converted to a spreadsheet...sometimes even to view anything.
Bite me. If someone is trying so hard to look at personal data I think it would be easier, at this point, to find that person and shoot them in the fucking eye.
Thanks. I'll be here all week. Try the eggs.
Max has what I suspect is tonsilitis (off to the doc shortly), which means over the last couple of days I'm really down on sleep.
Hopefully tomorrow I can have a bit of a sleep in.
Microsoft Office 2010
I agree.
:Flush:
It's more annoying than irritating, do we even have "what's annoying you thread"? Anyways, I just got home and rather than getting ready for bed, here I am sitting here, eating crackers and drinking turmeric pills and browsing the Cellar (cuz palatalk makes it so awesomely easy to do so on my phone) because my stomach hurts. I had forgotten to eat dinner. :-/
The apps is tapatalk...lol. Apparently editing ur post is not an option. :p
Yummy yummy yummy she's got love in her tummy and was missing us so much it hurt.
Haha....well, had dinner tonite so I won't be up missing y'all
The haughty librarian hacking up a lung.
They keep the haughty ones upstairs. All the nice ones work downstairs.
My back.
The worst is sitting. And my job is sitting. It hurts so freaking much...neither PT nor meds nor time is getting rid of the base pain. It still radiates out and just doesn't feel right.
The PTist says she thinks I irritated a disc. Well you know what? I think it's something much worse than that, at this point.
Add to that (guys plug your ears if you're sensitive to women's issues) my perimenopause, which my doctor can surely no longer deny. Don't have a period for two months, then have one for a week, then a week off, then back again.
How come it all feels related? How come all I can think is my spine and innards are slowly rotting away while the whole world worries about whether I go to work or use my time off? And the good feelings I was having, the thoughts that I was going to be OK? Ha! Very funny mudderplucker. That's a good one. Say it again.
It's OK, I'll rot and die alone and it really doesn't matter in the grand scheme. I have one person in my life who actually will give me an encouraging word re: all this crap...even is she is a bully. I hate to admit it, but I guess sometimes I wish I could get a dovely coo coo, or a friendly cluck cluck, or even a there there, from my fellow hens. As is usually the case, when I finally decided to speak up, everything blew up...and when the dust settled and everyone had sung their kumbayas...LOOK...over there in the distance. It's that monkey girl. She looks so, I don't know, alone. Good, serves her right.
Did I start out about my back? Well, gee. How'd that happen?
Infi, sending out positive vibes (I'm not sure how to do the coos and clucks, but I'll try ...). Low bad pain SUCKS. It stops us in our tracks and makes the day miserable. I'm sorry yours is persisting. Pain could be due to a number of things; when it doesn't behave as 'expected', i.e. low back MSK pain, it's time to look elsewhere. Sounds like it's time for a visit to your GYN in any case. Get some workup done, figure out what's happening so that you can approach the problem together. If you've done this and been blown off, try another GYN if you can. And have your PCP keep pulling the threads together so if it's not a GYN issue (the back pain, I mean) you can keep working on that. Sorry you're still in pain. :(
Thanks. I appreciate it. I don't feel as though I deserve it, but I appreciate it.
Just feeling sorry for myself, beaten, down. This too shall pass.
I'm sure very soon I'll be my usual "I don't need anyone I don't need help I can do it all myself" which hasn't been proven to work but it serves to protect.
Ouch honey, I feel your pain.
Literally as it happens. I put my back out today doing Carrot's physio exercises with him.
Hopefully it'll pass by morning, but ya just never know with backs.
sorry about your finger infinite monkey, and your back.
I hate to admit it, but I guess sometimes I wish I could get a dovely coo coo, or a friendly cluck cluck, or even a there there, from my fellow hens. As is usually the case, when I finally decided to speak up, everything blew up...and when the dust settled and everyone had sung their kumbayas...LOOK...over there in the distance.
Fuck those old hens and fuck their clucking, too. I'm sending you a purr-purr. ;)
Thanks you guys. :o
I want to go home and take a bath and go to bed. It's that kind of day. I sure do miss my clawfoot tub though. I have a teeny tiny tub.
IM, I am not a doctor or psych-doc, and I have never played one on TV.
In fact I have only played a few things, and all on stage. In "You Can't Take It With You", I played the son and xylophonist, and in "The Crucible" I played an evil town authority.
So I am completely a lay person on this. But you have had soooo much stress in recent times. I wonder how much of your back pain AND perimenopause are actually stress-related and not an actual injury.
I know that this is not uncommon. The mind-body connection, you know, is more powerful and complicated than we think. Like when I went on psych drugs for panic, my life-long battle with irritable bowel disorder magically went away and never came back. That's some powerful mojo.
I also know that in times of stress, my body has done some damn weird-ass things to me, and back pain was a part of that, to the point where I just had to lie down flat sometimes. But it wasn't an injury. It was all muscles tightening up and eventually they caused pain.
I played the mom in "They Run In Our Family" in Jr Hi. ;)
I also play the fool in real life!
Oh, I certainly agree about the effects of stress on the body. I think my upper back spasms are most certainly related to stress. So stress affects me somatically as well as emotionally. It's just that...they tell you to listen to your body. I'm listening and it SEEMS to be saying "you need some serious doctorin'." But I know there are things they want to eliminate first, hence the physical therapy. And at some point I end up looking like a crazed hypochondriac. I have no patience because I think if it IS something serious how far will it get before we've eliminated everything else?
I may be sensitive to that, too, because I ran into an old buddy at the funeral home. She's been fighting ovarian cancer and is back in treatment and she's so wonderful and strong but that is something that scares the hell out of me.
I'd like to actually ASK for a hysterectomy. Crazy, huh?
Right now I feel like I'm on way too many meds: the ones I've been on for depression for a long time and more recently for anxiety...and now for blood pressure and hormones and temporarily for pain.
BAsically it's making me all very tired and that doesn't help. I melted down a bit yesterday and I was so very disappointed because I actually believed for a minute that maybe, just maybe, these recent events had put things into perspective. But no, I am once again having to resign myself to the chronic nature of my, well...personality. ;)
So I revert to old crappy me and then I feel badly for being crappy me.
Hey even keel folks. Can you tell me what it feels like? I can't even imagine. It has to feel really great. I am of the envy. :)
Thanks T.
Infi, you have heaps of support around here from lots of people. You need to go back and read some of the posts where people show you their love and concern just to remind yourself. There is more than one person who cares about you here and if you're honest with yourself, you must know that.
I'm really sorry you feel so low though. I hope somehow you can pull yourself out of this hole that just seems to keep getting deeper. Honestly, I'm starting to really be concerned that you wont until you hit the bedrock, and we all know it's a long way up from there. Grab onto something before you keep slipping girl. Pull yourself up by the bootstraps. Whatever cliché you need to use really. Just do it. And don't forget, you are loved. You've told us many times about your wonderful family. Don't forget they will want to help you too if you let them. xxx
Oh golly gee willickers, this shouldn't drive me batty but it does.
So there's this new chick in the office. New as in she just showed up one day, in tow of our interim "get this office in shape" woman. And new as in she's like, 12.
Very sweet girl. Very sweet. Very very sweet.
I say 'like' a lot. It's actually a conscious thing: I'm either joking or using like for the weird sort of emphasis the word gives a sentence. I'm certainly aware when I'm using it. And of course being an 80s girl valley girl wantedtobe, 'like' is not a foreign word to me.
This girl is not joking, nor is she aware of it. To top it off (and this is really the kicker) she ends every sentence with an uptick in the intonation at the end...like every sentence is a question. I know that's a young person thing. But OMG (and I say that in the most valley girl way I can) it makes me bughouse. I just heard her leave a voicemail and leave her phone number. "It's 555-555-1234?" I mean, that's how it sounds. I don't know how to convey that in a post.
It's kind of funny, but her voice carries big time, and she's only two cubes down. And, really, I don't know what her job is. One time in a staff meeting she said she was *my job title with 'analyst' taken out and 'assistant' inserted.* Whaaaaaaaaaa? I didn't know I got an assistant. Good, I could use one. In other correspondence, they call her an officer (that's the preferred term for our counselors, don't know why. Counselor was fine for me at my old job.)
I just don't know what she does? I mean, like, she seems very capable? And like, she is very sweet? And I know she will, like, be very valuable to us?
(Another cow orker, another young lady...but older than this one...who is very mature and wonderful and I really like her and all that...but she says to me she says "I think it's sweet how naive she is." I said "Oh, I know, but I'm old." But what I wanted to say was "Honey, life is gonna kick both your asses up and down the street. When you've been HALFWAY around that block, you let me know." :lol:
'Cause I'm so wise and all. *snickers*
So I'm teasing about her while teasing myself. It's all good, like, you know?
Oh, and thanks Ali for your kind words, and to anyone else I may have missed. I got all discombobulated. :)
I do know. You described it so perfectly I could hear it as a ground my teeth and my way through your post, y'know? (*squeak*)
aaauuugh!
I pity you fool. earplugs? some jean claude van-damme high kick to the trachea?
good luck. please post no audio files.
Hahahahaa! I promise I won't post audio.
I will get a little radio with earphones for those times I can hide in my spreadsheets.
Peter: Milton? Hi. Uh... Could you turn that down just a little bit?
Milton: But I was told that I could listen to the radio at a reasonable volume from 9:00 to 11:00.
Peter: Yeah. I know you're allowed to. I was just thinkin' maybe like a personal favor, you know.
Milton: Well, I-I-I told Bill if Sandra's going to listen to her headphones while she's filing, then I should be able to listen to the radio while I'm collating, so I don't see...
Peter: OK.
Milton: ...why I should have to turn down the radio.
Peter:Yeah. All right. Ok.
Milton: I enjoy listening at a reasonable volume...
Peter: Thanks.
Milton: ...from 9:00 to 11:00.
There you go. I bet there's a spot for her in the storage basement. :p:
Ohhhh C'mon IM. Send her a card. Perhaps something like this...
G'day, C-man! How are things?
They were good. Turned to shit. Nother day. Try again tomorrow.
Cheer up Classic. I still love you. :)
:(
one of these days, things will work.
I'm irritated that Dazza has been travelling a lot lately doing consulting work and not a single one of those fuckers has paid up yet. It's annoying because for one thing, he's away from all of us, so it'd be nice if they'd acknowledge that. For another thing, one of the 'jobs' he had to do recently was to be an expert witness, so he doesn't get paid for that, but those arseholes haven't even reimbursed him for his expenses such as accommodation and travel yet and it was nearly a month ago. grrrr... Dazza's testimony won them their case too. You'd think they'd show some gratitude. :angry:
It seems to me that Finance Departments work in geologic periods of time rather than using normal calendars.
It seems to me that Finance Departments work in geologic periods of time rather than using normal calendars.
I'd hit the 'like' button if we had one.
Serious question, am I misogynistic for being sick and tired of working with women? It seems like we can't get through a week without some needless drama involving pecking order (sexist language but accurate) etc... They are all mostly decent to me, but the woman on woman bitchery is just tiring.
Not yet; but, don't complain to them or you'll give them a reason to unite and you will be.
There is - or was - a feminist myth that women are cooperative and mutually supportive, and all the hierarchical bully bullshit is an essentially male trait.
I have worked in a university library, with mostly female staff, some sections all female.
I no longer believe this myth. Some sections were frankly vicious. I declined a promotion (more hours, better rate) because the all-woman team I would be joining was deeply internally hostile.
Mind you, despite the massive preponderance of women at lower and middle levels, the top two positions were held by men. Still.
(Hey, guys, you reckon we can blame the glass ceiling on women's mutual sabotage? ;) )
I've come close enough to trouble by not joining in. I would be nicely f*cked if I joined team bitchery. I don't really understand the rules so I try not to play. Guys seem better at embracing their role in a hierarchy to impress the next bigger dog, the ladies I work with are actively sabotaging one another to open up spots to climb into. Maybe it's just a sick culture, but it is a female created culture.
I think the main gender difference is whether it's a smack in the face or stab in the back.
hmm... I've had this pain between my shoulder blades.
I've worked in teams/settings in which I was the only (or very nearly) female in the room and also in settings where most of us were female and there was a sole or very few men.
In general terms I didn't notice much of a difference in the way each kind of group worked. But there were different 'rules' of interaction. The same outcome (everybody settled into a place in the hierarchy so that work could commence) was achieved through a different set of interactional tools and followed a different timeline.
[eta] Girls grow up receiving a lot of messages about what is typical female behaviour. One of the truisms about girls is that they are more psychologically and conversationally vicious than the boys. Boys will batter their enemies and once the fight is done it's done, but girls will slowly wear down their target through verbal and psychological bullying. That was my experience of girls' bullying. Though, it was also my experience of how boys bully girls.
There's been a bit of a cultural shift though. And schoolgirls who are bullied nowadays are almost as likely to be beaten up by the bully as a boy would be. Boys on the other hand have seemingly taken to the role of psychological cyberbully with great gusto.
A lot of what seems quintessentially female behaviour may be learned. Taught to us from our cradle and earliest exposure to our parents' culture. reinforced by personal experience, as everybody else plays out the same lessons.
I've come close enough to trouble by not joining in. I would be nicely f*cked if I joined team bitchery. I don't really understand the rules so I try not to play. Guys seem better at embracing their role in a hierarchy to impress the next bigger dog, the ladies I work with are actively sabotaging one another to open up spots to climb into. Maybe it's just a sick culture, but it is a female created culture.
You've just described the Nursing culture.
it's sick as fuck and the sicker/meaner you are - the higher up the ladder you go. Yeah. I'd rather work with men any day of the week. And yes, I realize how ironic and misogynistic that sounds but Dana is right. Women wear you down till you're ready to jump off a cliff'; boys just punch each other and get over it.
Chinese water torture vs. Napalm. I like a nice clean start myself so I prefer the Napalm. Get it out there, deal with it and be done. Let's not "ignore Janice" or be secretly mean to her and smile to her face until we drive her to insanity.
As a slight aside, i have to say that the one place where I'd say men are equally, if not more, vicious in those terms than women is the world of politics.
I have never met so many whiny little ballbag bitches, with their plots and gossiping in factions and fucking under the breath whispers and giggles when someone is talking in a meeting and all agreeing to blank someone when they come into a room etc etc etc.
Well, I think what we have here, is that when money, prestige, or power are at stake, a significant portion of people (regardless of gender, race, age, whatever) act like ruthless amoral sociopaths. The more power and prestige, the more ruthless pricks it attracts, and being a ruthless prick does in fact cause you to survive and prosper, at least in the short term. Politics is probably the worst for attracting such types and allowing them to prosper.
(not everyone who is in politics is like this, or for these reasons, though.)
Well said.
As I said in my earlier post, though that particularly savage psychological bullying corresponds with my childhood experience of girls, it also corresponds with my experience of being bullied by boys too. But they didn't seem to bully each other in that same way.
Actually, it seemed to me that the boys would use just enough to psychological warfare to draw the girls attention to someone then sit back and let them do the rest of the work.
This phone. I have lost two thoughtful posts because the connection is fizzling in and out again and it signs me out.
This phone is going to accidentally be under the wheel of my car today. Oops, invoking my insurance. Give me one that works.
And i cant figure out how to copy paste text. :mad:
Not really gonna run over it sigh iguess i will call again tomorrow from work
They want calls from another phone so they can trouble shoot
The thing is the phone makes me a nervous wreck and esp talking to techies. I always feel stupid. Anxiety issue for me.
Y...Women wear you down till you're ready to jump off a cliff'; boys just punch each other and get over it.
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According to that, I think I was married to a woman all those years ... :lol:
Max found a gummi pizza in the kitchen drawer. I was trying to order the groceries online so I asked Aden to open it for him. So they managed to have a yelling squealing argument over it in the kitchen.
I'm not sure which one of them irritated me the most!
That's what you get for not eating it when they weren't looking.:haha:
Yucky! I don't like gummy stuff. :(
Thank you. I thought I was the only one. Don't get the gummy thing.
Except for jellybeans and black licorice. You can keep the scandinavian fish or whatever they are. Why are they foreign fish? Don't we manufacture good Gummy in the US? Have we lost our edge in the Gummy market? Are we shipping all our Gummy jobs overseas?
I'll be here all week. Try a squishy little blue bear.
Dad.
Yes I get that he is 72 and has health issues and is currently trying to put up a blind in the bathroom.
A blind that fell down yesterday afternoon when I used it - but I swear I used it normally and if it hadn't been me it would have been the next person.
And anyway I offered twice to help because of all of the above.
But he has gone into sulk mode.
And then I had a sneezing fit.
I am still full of cold.
And I get excessive sneezing from his side of the family.
He yells out, "Did you call?"
"No" I shout back, "just sneezing!"
"Wait, wait, I missed that, hang on..... What did you say?"
"I was just sneezing Dad, not calling."
"Try getting yourself a hanky."
WHAT? Miserable old git. Having a hanky (or a tissue) would not stop me sneezing!
And this from a man who also sneezes all day long!
Still. Just told Mum the story and we had a secret little chuckle.
So I guess it's not irritating me any more.
you got 'excessive sneezing' from his side of the family? How can you possibly know this? is there a book somewhere in England that counts who sneezes what amount?????
Now I think you're just making things up.
No, honestly.
I have a
photic sneeze response.
Ste has it too, but I have it worse than either of them.
And it is inherited.
I have a feeling it is crossed with something in my mother's family.
Well, spread the blame around, why not?
No, honestly.
I have a photic sneeze response.
My ex has it; I don't. All four of our kids have it. They, and my ex, sneeze upon moving from indoors (or a car) into sunlight, or if it's cloudy and then the sun suddenly comes out. I'd say it's most likely an autosomal dominant trait.
Well...ya learn a new thing every day.
I think Sir Isaac Newton had that, too.
I've got it, but only in extreme situations, usually when exiting a movie theater mid-day.
I thought everyone had that. I have it too.
Mine is really quite extreme. For example I sneeze when I log on, or if I got back to the white Google screen.
You know how some people feel a sneeze coming on and look at a bright light? (if not, then let me assure you, some do)
I can imagine a bright light and bring on a sneeze.
My sneeziest city ever was Venice, because it's all bright sunlit squares and shadowy passageways. My husband would count from the time we came into the sunlight. He rarely got to five. If I hadn't already sneezed by then I was shaking my head slowly and breathing through my mouth, trying to ride it out.
I sneezed three times writing this.
Don't you wish there was a photic orgasm reflex?
Well, maybe not, actually.
That could be quite inconvenient. And - all sorts of things. How about an anti-photic orgasm reflex? Although that could be a problem in movie theaters ... guess we women will have to stick with the SRFO. ;)
an anti-photic orgasm reflex?
Like, when you
blink?
Exhausting.
Not quite that sensitive! I was thinking when you're plunged into persistent darkness. But still impractical.
Yeah, cuz he'd always be like, "baby, let's leave the lights on," and the chick would be all, "you selfish dick."
Blindfold for her, lights for him. Oooohhhh yeah.
There you go, all problems solved. Except that nobody would ever get any sleep.
There was some woman who recently killed herself because she had some sort of perpetual orgasm disorder/ very sad/
There you go, all problems solved. Except that nobody would ever get any sleep.
Or maybe tha's just a signal that you're not done yet.
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V, I think you have got sex and sexual assault mixed up there...
Ouch!
V, I think you have got sex and sexual assault mixed up there...
Ouch!
pure gold
Wow. I'd not heard of that before. Very sad.
I have a cold.
It is hot.
This is no longer funny.
Oh poor Zen. I hope its nothing more than a cold. My coworkers have been dropping like flies and running 102+ fevers.
My wife's been in bed for the last 2 days and today looks like it will be another one. 103 fever last night. At this point, I'm thinking it's the flu. I'm sleeping on the floor in my sons room, which is not very comfortable. Really hope the rest of us don't get sick. It's a nasty one.
*washes hands again*
I read recently that the flu pandemic of 1918 killed more people than the Black Plague.
Well there were more people to kill in 1918.
Not to mention a more mobile and interconnected world.
... that was already stressed by WWI ...
The flu kills several hundred thousand people per year every year.
We're just a mutation away from another 1918 'flu pandemic.
Get your 'flu shots (every year)!
Should you get a flu shot if you currently have a cold? Or does that risk screwing up your immune system?
I was at a scout leadership meeting last night, and out of 10 adults, 3 of them were just getting over the flu, and one was absent because she and her only child both had the flu. It's dropping folks like flies here in Arlington. 3-4 days in bed before being well enough to be shuffling weakly around. My wife is finally among the living and is talking about possibly taking a shower today after 3 days in bed.
I'm a bit nervous about getting this flu, but have lingering cold symptoms from a cold I got about a week ago. Is it dumb to be looking for a shot right now?
I have a cold.
It is hot.
This is no longer funny.
Would you feel better if it was called a 'hot' when you caught one in the summer?
I'm not fully sold on flu shots. I am a firm believer in avoiding the food at hippy pot lucks and any type of event where your snotty nosed kids are grabbing food after eating the boogers from their fingers. That's my #1 prescription for health.
Just wash your hands and avoid being infirm, very young or elderly.
And I never leave my plastic bubble.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Safe_(1995_film)
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Just wash your hands and avoid being infirm, very young or elderly.
And don't touch your eyes or your nose if you haven't just washed your hands.
I'm not fully sold on flu shots.
I was doing them religiously at work for years because they are free, but then I hardened my heart against them. Now I'm wondering about the wisdom of that.
This is what my commute is like twice a day:
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Don't know if that makes me healthier or less healthy. My immune system is exposed to a lot.
I'm not fully sold on flu shots. I am a firm believer in avoiding the food at hippy pot lucks ...
Yeah, um, I
did just get back from a week long hippy festival out in the bush. Now, I specifically didn't go to the kissing workshop, but I did [mumble, cough, mumble] with a woman who did. She's fine, flu-wise, now. Then there was new years eve/night in the chai tent...
I've never gotten a flu shot. Even when my son was in the hospital... I still refused.
I've had the flu once as an adult and that was a decade or longer ago. My daughter gets the flu shot every year - she still gets sick at least 2x over the winter.
YMMV
Yeah, um, I did just get back from a week long hippy festival out in the bush. Now, I specifically didn't go to the kissing workshop, but I did [mumble, cough, mumble] with a woman who did. She's fine, flu-wise, now. Then there was new years eve/night in the chai tent...
Woodford?
It's okay to get a flu shot if you have some cold symptoms, but better to wait if you're running a fever.
Influenza is mostly transmitted by large droplets but also via aerosols. That means that hand-washing, not touching your face, and staying six feet away from others are helpful things to do (most large droplets fall via gravity within six feet). In a crowd where someone could sneeze directly in your face, wearing a mask could protect you against large droplets. However, aerosols hang in the air for prolonged periods and masks don't stop them. That's why you can still get influenza even if you do everything 'right' and even if you haven't been directly exposed to anyone sick. All you have to do is walk into a space where someone sneezed/coughed out small droplets an hour earlier.
A 'flu shot only protects against true influenza, not against the other viral upper respiratory infections that float around. But it's worth it to avoid the worst, or even the usual, that influenza can do.
I'm in the goddamn petri dish every goddamn day. My customers have no understanding of hygiene, and no regard for any level of common courtesy regarding cough and sneeze management.
It is foul beyond foul. I cannot convey how foul it is. I wash my hands multiple times per day and internally recoil at every other person I deal with. But sometimes I realize that I have et my chicken fingers and did not wash between touching their filthy, sticky DVD cases.
~ previous to this, I was working from home and avoiding all disease vectors, except for spending every other weekend in the vicinity of a 5-year-old ~
~ if I survive without developing tuberculosis it will be due to some lottery level of luck ~
Woodford?
That's far too mainstream! (Waits for Ali to stop laughing)
Confest!
Not for profit, no paid performers, no paid workers, everything done by the attendees, no security or wristbands, clothing optional, drum circles, music jams, yoga, river swims, arse-djembe, mud-pit, tantric bondage workshops ...
Not for profit, no paid performers, no paid workers, everything done by the attendees, no security or wristbands, clothing optional, drum circles, music jams, yoga, river swims, arse-djembe, mud-pit, tantric bondage workshops ...
... sounds like a few Dead show after parties I may or may not have attended.
That's far too mainstream! (Waits for Ali to stop laughing)
Confest!
Not for profit, no paid performers, no paid workers, everything done by the attendees, no security or wristbands, clothing optional, drum circles, music jams, yoga, river swims, arse-djembe, mud-pit, tantric bondage workshops ...
Kinky bugger aren't you?
Woodford has become very mainstream as far as hippie folk festivals go. Very much a family thing these days, so you're probably right Zen, although it pains me to say it. lol
It's okay to get a flu shot if you have some cold symptoms, but better to wait if you're running a fever.
Influenza is mostly transmitted by large droplets but also via aerosols. That means that hand-washing, not touching your face, and staying six feet away from others are helpful things to do (most large droplets fall via gravity within six feet). In a crowd where someone could sneeze directly in your face, wearing a mask could protect you against large droplets. However, aerosols hang in the air for prolonged periods and masks don't stop them. That's why you can still get influenza even if you do everything 'right' and even if you haven't been directly exposed to anyone sick. All you have to do is walk into a space where someone sneezed/coughed out small droplets an hour earlier.
A 'flu shot only protects against true influenza, not against the other viral upper respiratory infections that float around. But it's worth it to avoid the worst, or even the usual, that influenza can do.
I've got one of these and I can swap out the HEPA filters (purple) with Organic Vapor / Acid Gas filters. I am an upper respiratory cooties magnet.
Wear that on the subway and see what happens!
Wear that on the subway and see what happens!
Should I also wear my tyvek suit?
My hair is falling out. Choco was complaining about it a month or so ago. I guess it's my turn to deal with it. lol
My poor drains are full of hair, and every time I comb my hair I have to pull a handful of hair out. At this rate I'll have none left before too long!
Lucky I have a nicely shaped skull!
Oh no! Hang in there, Ali (and Ali's hair!) My loss is fiiiiinally starting to slow down -- but man is my hairline thin now!
haha...we make a nice pair then. ;)
Can I make it a trio. Mine is sparse too.
Not so anyone else would notice, really. But you know your own hair and I know I am losing far more than normal and it is looking thin.
Funny how Mum used to predict all my hair dropping out because I used bright colours on it, whereas in fact it's nothing to do with that in the end. I expect it's slowing down/ will improve as this weekend marks three weeks teetotal.
I don't miss what I've never had.
Sundae, it happens after pregnancy because of a drop in oestrogen. When oestrogen drops suddenly, it does all sorts of weird things to your body, including stopping your body from producing serotonin - and we all know that's the happy drug we make ourselves - so check your moods and emotions and see if there's any correlation between hair fall and your moods.
Post pregnancy though, it's also associated with hair coming out of a 'resting period', but in a big way.
Hopefully my hair will all grow back nicely after a few months. :)
I'm sure yours will too Sundae. xx
Oh I know chick. I worked in a nursery store remember ;)
I used to envy the glossy hair of our female customers... all the while knowing it wouldn't last.
This is liver related (everything is these days of course.)
It's temporary too, now that I'm 100% teetotal.
And a bright hair colour helps!
haha...yeah. New hair colour always makes things seem brighter.
I can't wait to go get my hair cut and coloured, but just waiting for it to go a bit back to normal before I waste my money paying for something that's going to fall out. lol
It's 1:41am and I have another 135 pages to go.... Thank you PZ and f3. :eyebrow:
Don't you wish there was a photic orgasm reflex?
I saw this post again and I mis-read it as 'photgrahpic orgasm reflex' and thought 'I've got that. sometimes when I look at certain photographs I have an orgasm.'
It's probably more common than we realize.
Nice to see you're putting your x mas gift to good use :haha: ;)
Nice to see you're putting your x mas gift to good use :haha: ;)
I thought as much. I really really will post photos. I also need to get my gift in a friggin box and to the P.O.
:shame:
I smell.
According to Mum.
Since I stopped drinking.
Well of course the petty, spiteful part of me wanted to suggest I started drinking again. But she wasn't trying to be nasty. She said she knows I'm clean (bathroom and clothes evidence speak in my favour.) But she has to open the window in the spare room after I've been on the 'puter.
I asked her to describe the smell, but all she could come up with was that it wasn't pleasant. I am tempted to believe that it's payback for the reaction I have to her farts (OMG they are rank - and she lets them go without any consideration.) But I have to accept she has a very good nose and maybe I do have a new stink about me. Nothing I can do about it, I'm being as healthy as I know how.
i still love you even if i have to wear a gas mask. LOL. Seriously, could it be a medication?
Actually, that was how she introduced the conversation.
I was on anti-depressants for a while that made me smell really meaty. Luckily they also didn't work for me, so it wasn't a terrible choice to come off them.
I've been taking the same things.
Except an iron supplement. I hate it. I'm not going to buy any more once it's gone. If anything is making me smell, it's that. The taste is apparently a delicious malty orange. It's not disgusting, but it certainly isn't delicious!
Still. Apparently I was very "chatty" last night, like I always was when I was drinking. But all Mum could smell was this new smell, so when she asked if I'd been drinking and I said No, she believed me. Dad isn't so sure. This road of suspicion is one I made myself over many years I guess,
It could be detoxification. Your liver's job is to get the bad stuff out, it may have finally kicked into high gear now that it can. Stuff doesn't just filter out through pee/poop, but in sweat and breath too. If so, it's a good sign but all you can do is help your liver along. The milk thistle is supposed to be good, and you might see if your local vitamin shop carries "activated charcoal" capsules. It's good for absorbing damn near anything it comes in contact with, so take it several hours away from any medicines, and preferably on an empty stomach with lots of water.
Could be related to the hair loss -both could be hormonal. Can you get the doc to order up some blood work?
I smell.
According to Mum.
Since I stopped drinking.
Well of course the petty, spiteful part of me wanted to suggest I started drinking again. But she wasn't trying to be nasty. She said she knows I'm clean (bathroom and clothes evidence speak in my favour.) But she has to open the window in the spare room after I've been on the 'puter.
I asked her to describe the smell, but all she could come up with was that it wasn't pleasant. I am tempted to believe that it's payback for the reaction I have to her farts (OMG they are rank - and she lets them go without any consideration.) But I have to accept she has a very good nose and maybe I do have a new stink about me. Nothing I can do about it, I'm being as healthy as I know how.
I'm so sorry but I'm laughing my ass off at this. Not AT YOU but just your mom...she's so...undermining, I guess is the word. I mean no offense, Sundae, only family members can critisize OTHER family members but this is just too funny. You could become a ghost and your mother would have something negative to say about it.
"Is that moaning sound coming from Cheryl? I TOLD her not to moan about like that! It annoys the neighbors!"
I agree with clodfobble, but not in a fawning, sycophantic way. My first thought was liver is catching up and getting all Malcolm X on your ass using means necessary.
The best way to deal with mom is just to say, "I know you are, but what am I?" over and over to what aver she says. When you get tired of that you can switch to "According to you." with a little eye roll.
If she still gets on you after a few weeks you'll need to get out the big guns and answer everything she says with up turned face, clasped hands, and the solemn phrase, "In accordance with the prophesy."
Sorry, Sundae, but it reminded me of this:
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I suggest you fart in her general direction.
I was reading a book recently...have no idea which one I've been reading like a crazy person for a few months now. But the guy was saying he'd quit drinking and had started to emit a smell.
Maybe I read it in an article, but I think it was in a book.
Awwww.
I feel a bit bad for lambasting my Mum now.
But it did irritate me at the time.
Thanks for the advice and the levity, people.
Sundae, your mom sounds like my mom, so I know exactly how you feel. I'm not my worse critic, my mom is. :-/
Reading Amy Tan's books really rang a bell for me. I know you're not Chinese, neither am I.
But it's like Mum had to be hard on me to keep evil away.
When I write my bestselling book, you can be my consultant. Bri is already on board, so the split is at least three ways. As long as you can deal with that it's fine. Oh and I think we'll let you do the talk shows. Because you're so damned pretty.
I agree with clodfobble, but not in a fawning, sycophantic way.
As if. You know you fawn like a sycophant when no one is looking. :whip:
Ha! No, he fawns all the time all over the place, don't much matter none who's looking. ;)
Have you met footfootfoot? :lol:
As if. You know you fawn like a sycophant when no one is looking. :whip:
I was just gonna say that. he does nothing BUT fawn and sycophant all over yo' ass and dooood, it's like, soooooooo obvious.
He's a fawner. He likes to fawn and phant. That's why we love him, amirite? :)
I say sorry quickly just to anyone. :-/ Why the hell do I keep apologizing to my friend's receptionist just cuz she feeling bitchy? Really? I am the doctor's friend and I am the patient. She should suck it up and give me some damn respect. Geez... I didn't want to argue with her and make my visits unfriendly and put my friend in a tough spot. Anyways, my friend told me not apologize anymore. Yes, I called her and complained some, hehe. As my sister reminded me, she's the receptionist, not my friend. I need stop being so nice. I used to bring her coffee everytime I stop by the office. Anyways, just getting things off my chest. :p
I was just gonna say that. he does nothing BUT fawn and sycophant all over yo' ass and dooood, it's like, soooooooo obvious.
Well there's the pot calling the kettle black. :p:
He's a fawner. He likes to fawn and phant. That's why we love him, amirite? :)
urite, when urite, urite. amirite?
I say sorry quickly just to anyone. :-/ Why the hell do I keep apologizing to my friend's receptionist just cuz she feeling bitchy? Really? I am the doctor's friend and I am the patient. She should suck it up and give me some damn respect. Geez... I didn't want to argue with her and make my visits unfriendly and put my friend in a tough spot. Anyways, my friend told me not apologize anymore. Yes, I called her and complained some, hehe. As my sister reminded me, she's the receptionist, not my friend. I need stop being so nice. I used to bring her coffee everytime I stop by the office. Anyways, just getting things off my chest. :p
Change it to, "Sorry to hear that." Then, "Sorry to hear... that." Then, "Sorry to hear." Then, "Sorry to HEAR." Then, "Shut the fuck up." ;)
Hey! Who do I fawn and sync over?
Nobody since the Backstreet Boys broke my heart.
I don't fawn, jawn! I'm jes' tryin' to get by de best ways I knows how ta.
your mom might be your worst critic, but try to get along and enjoy your time with them. i miss my momma. she used to drive me nuts, but if i could just see her one more time. she never knew i made it home from iraq
Hey! Who do I fawn and sync over?
Nobody since the Backstreet Boys broke my heart.
I don't fawn, jawn! I'm jes' tryin' to get by de best ways I knows how ta.
So what? Are you saying that thing between us was nothing? You were just using me like some kleenex, to be tossed in the trash when you were done?
Ohhhhh, wimmen folk they DO be tricksy.
So what? Are you saying that thing between us was nothing? You were just using me like some kleenex, to be tossed in the trash when you were done?
Ohhhhh, wimmen folk they DO be tricksy.
typical man man-move: trying to make it look like it was my fault! The thing between us was pretty one-sided with me laughing at all of your lame (yes! I said it!) jokes and putting up with your flirtation with other cyber women right in front of me and everyone to see!
You SAID you liked narcissistic borderline types and that's one thing I have that Clodfobble will NEVER have!!!!!!!
I'd be very careful about eating any food today if I were you!
Men! They're just so, so....Maddening!
Men! They're just so, so....Maddening!
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You SAID you liked narcissistic borderline types and that's one thing I have that Clodfobble will NEVER have!!!!!!!
It's true; I'm really more of a high-functioning sociopath type.
foot- where do you find all these cool songs?
that reminded me of a fun night in NOLA.
Oh hooray, Asylum Street Spankers! One of my favorite bands, they are local to Austin and have been around forever. They used to do an all-ages show every Tuesday night at the Electric Lounge (before it closed,) and there were probably a dozen of us from my high school that would end up there almost every week.
My face is breaking out. Bleh, I thought I was supposed to be past this.
My face is breaking out. Bleh, I thought I was supposed to be past this.
Hormone flux? My testosterone makes my upper back & shoulders break out (not fun being 52 and experiencing teenage acne. lol)
Cool Whip.
It's strawberry season -- the grocery store is full of ripe, luscious, ruby red strawberries from about 10 miles east of here. I was going to make strawberry shortcakes last night, but was very irritated to see that Cool Whip, which I distinctly remember as being a "non-dairy whipped topping" contained milk and cream. Turns out they added them to the recipe in 2010. Sigh.
Choco, does it have to be dairy free, or can it just be lactose free?
http://www.lactofree.co.uk/That is crazy, changing now when folks are more clued in to allergens than ever before? I just checked Wegman's store brand has the same problem. I suppose you could blame those of us who, given a choice, switched to real whipped cream but we're not switching back over a reformulation...
You know, Dana, I'm not sure. The doctor says she thinks Beans will outgrow it in time, and when I wean her I can eat whatever I want again anyway. Since it's (theoretically) temporary, I haven't figured out whether it's a milk allergy or lactose intolerance. For now it's cheaper and easier to just go dairy free; if it turns out it'll be a long term problem then I'll look into the specifics.
Choco,
this stuff is the absolute best substitute there is. It ain't cheap, but it's pantry-stable, so you can get several and save them for special occasions.
Thanks for the pointer, Clod! I wonder if they'd have that at a natural foods store or if you have to order it online?
Some do carry it, but it's a newish product so it's still on the rare side. Only way to know is to call them (the store I mean, not the manufacturer.)
waiting waiting waiting...
Whatcha waitin' on, foot?
Cool Whip.
It's strawberry season -- the grocery store is full of ripe, luscious, ruby red strawberries from about 10 miles east of here. I was going to make strawberry shortcakes last night, but was very irritated to see that Cool Whip, which I distinctly remember as being a "non-dairy whipped topping" contained milk and cream. Turns out they added them to the recipe in 2010. Sigh.
Well, that's not good news to me. I've been using this on desserts when I need to serve to lactose intolerant people. :(
Incidentally, that Lactofree range is very good. I use the lactofree milk so as to reduce the amount of lactose in my diet. I also sometimes get the lactofree cheeses and spreads.
The milk tastes pretty much identical to ordinary milk as far as I can tell. Likewise the cream and cream cheese spread. The block cheese I'm less happy with, tastes a bit too processed.
1 1/2inches of rain on frozen ground = ankle deep water mud. :thepain:
water mud? I reckon that's better than, say, cow mud.
The block cheese I'm less happy with, tastes a bit too processed.
That's an odd product to sell, since the vast majority of hard cheeses are already lactose-free. Anything aged, like cheddar, gouda, parmesan, etc.
98% of the lactose is removed with the whey when it is strained, and the last 2% is converted during the fermentation process, so even a very soft cheese (i.e., no aging) will still only contain 2% of the lactose that a milk or cream product would.
Apparently some cheddars can contain up to 10 percent the lactoseof full cream milk.
It's true, just like "champagne" is supposed to be from France but it's not illegal to call other stuff champagne if you want to, there's no guarantee how a particular cheddar is made. Some cheese manufacturers try to bypass the less-profitable aging process by adding milk solids or other coagulating ingredients. I'm just saying, you're safe with anything that's been legitimately aged at least two years.
Depending how severe the intolerance, I'd have thought.
It's true, just like "champagne" is supposed to be from France but it's not illegal to call other stuff champagne if you want to...
Actually it is in the EU. And via trade agreements in some other non-EU countries.
In Australia it's not called champagne either. It has to be referred to as sparkling white wine unless it really is from champagne, or whatever the requirement is for them to use that particular word.
Next you're going to tell us that Maps of Tasmania are not printed on paper.
Some are, but not the best ones. ;)
That's an odd product to sell, since the vast majority of hard cheeses are already lactose-free. Anything aged, like cheddar, gouda, parmesan, etc.
98% of the lactose is removed with the whey when it is strained, and the last 2% is converted during the fermentation process, so even a very soft cheese (i.e., no aging) will still only contain 2% of the lactose that a milk or cream product would.
I never knew this and I'm sure a lot of people I know don't know this either. Some people would absolutely eat no cheese. And thanks Dana for the info. I'll look into that. It would help me when recipes all for milk.
It's worth noting that plenty of people have a problem with the proteins in dairy, not just the lactose, so those who call themselves "lactose-intolerant" may actually have a different problem and thus still have digestive problems with cheese.
I have a problem with cheese.
I love it so much it makes me fat.
I have a problem with cheese.
I love it so much it makes me fat.
Hahahaha.....I know how you feel. I had to stop eating so much. Well, and it's also because my cholesterol is so high too. :p
Why does a 48 year old need tonsils? It feels like someone took my tonsils out back and beat the fuck out of them. I used to get strep throat all the time when i was a kid but it was during that brief period in medical history when they wouldn't take your tonsils out because some bozo thought maybe they had some unknown divine purpose. That was between the time of ripping everyone's tonsils out for fun and the more middle ground of taking them out for recurring illness.
Just bitchin'...this ain't nothin' in the grand scheme.
Tonsilitis sucks though. I don't get it very often these days, but when i do it's usually pretty bad. I've ended up in hospital with it even, so I sympathise, and empathise with you IM. Gargle salty water. In all honesty, that's usually the best treatment for me. Seems to clean all the muck off and pave the way for healing. Tastes awful though. :(
Ali, I will have you know that you are responsible for me doing what my mom has been telling me to do all along: gargle with warm salt water. It really does provide relief...I just keep forgetting that my mom told me to do it. I don't know how, I've only heard it MY WHOLE LIFE! :)
Thanks. :)
Good for you IM. Glad it helped, if even just a little. :)
We used to gargle with Disprin (a soluble painkiller mostly used by children). I hated it. I'm sure it did make a difference, but it made me gag.
Today I was irritated by a news report on the design of a new generation of engines/ fuel that may enable us to travel further into space. Black female presenter. No issues there.. But then she takes the information given by the white male scientist and breaks it down for us dummies by showing us her hairdryer.
Does Professor Brian Cox ever demonstrate the principles of physics using his hairdryer?
Did Sir Patrick Moore ever do so when speaking about space?
Errr...... no.
I guess at least she wasn't made to make reference to weaves or curried goat.
No...but Brian definitely uses his hair to good effect...
What's irritating me is all the stuff around this body they found buried in a carpark, which is apparently the body of Richard III.
I am sick to death of hearing 'England's most notorious king'. Really? Most notorious? Because of some nonsense propoganda that has him as an infanticide? What about William the Conqueror and the Harrowing of the North? Two dead princes outweighs the wholescale slaughter and devastation of the North? What of John? Some of his tactics against the barons were truly appalling. The history of the kings and queens of England are a litany of terror tactics, murder, assassination, torture imprisonment, collective punishment of whole populations and executions of blood relatives and spouses.
I know he's the one we all know about. But what we know about him is mainly bullshit.
[eta] bullshit is perhaps a tad strong...unprovable and too muddied with propaganda to ever know for sure though. But even if he had killed the princes, even if he was every bit as much of a wrong un as he has been painted...he wasn't the worst.
You guys can find the remains of a dude who died in 1485 and us Merkins can't figure out where the fuck Jimmy Hoffa went! :lol:
I blame Shakespeare.
But then I do that when I'm late for work, go on a binge, put on weight, forget a birthday, my cakes don't rise, clocks don't strike, a cat bites, when I'm feeling sad and all that and everything.
I'm actually excited by all this.
I know I mentioned on here that I used to drink in the Last Plantagenet in Leicester. And I do know where he was found. I feel connected to this glorious son of York. And I raise a glass of fizzy water to old Tricky Dicky. Better to go down in history as a villain than never to go down at all (oo-er).
I think it's cool. How do they know it's his body anyway?
DNA, carbon dating and all that jazz.
Oh, I find it exciting. And the programmes about it are great. It's the news reports and write ups of the documentaries that are pissing me off.
I guess it's fair enough...they're writing in shorthand and aiming to sensationalise, and they're probably not medievalists :P
Any talk of cloning him? Now that would be sensational.
DNA, carbon dating and all that jazz.
That and the fact that it's in the right place. There was a priory (I think) on that site at the time, and the body was in the section they'd have expected to find royal or important burials. Given that some of the accounts talk of him being buried there, it all suggested it. They then confirmed it with other techniques including DNA testing against his descendents.
a priory or a priori?
Now they lay his body down
Sad old men who run this town
I still recall the way
He led the charge and saved the day
Blue blood and rain
I can hear the bugle playin'
[Chorus:]
We seen the last of Good King Richard
Ring out the past his name lives on
Roll out the bones and raise up your pitcher
Raise up your glass to Good King John
While he plundered far and wide
All his starving children cried
And though we sung his fame
We all went hungry just the same
He meant to shine
To the end of the line
[Chorus:]
We seen the last of Good King Richard
Ring out the past his name lives on
Roll out the bones and raise up your pitcher
Raise up your glass to Good King John
DNA, carbon dating and all that jazz.
scoliosis, bound wrists, sliced skull, sword in the backside. He's our man!
Umm...not his descendant...a descendant of his family.
Media stupidity aside, the find is pretty cool. How many missing dead kings are there? This is similar in scale to finding King Tut's tomb. I'm sure there was lots of media stupidity back when that happened, too.
a priory or a priori?
Smarty
Intellectus a posteriori.
Smart ass.
Ha!
The dust may still be settling on the astonishing find of Richard III's remains yesterday, but archaeologists are already planning to unearth the mystery surrounding another lost king.
Experts are reportedly applying for permission to dig at a spot in Winchester in the hope of finding the final resting place of Alfred the Great.
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/richard-iii-skull--could-alfred-the-great-be-next-lost-king-mystery-to-be-unearthed--122834889.htmlHa!
The dust may still be settling on the astonishing find of Richard III's remains yesterday, but archaeologists are already planning to unearth the mystery surrounding another lost king.
Experts are reportedly applying for permission to dig at a spot in Winchester in the hope of finding the [strike]final[/strike] penultimate resting place of Alfred the Great.
the possibly penultimate resting place
the possibly penultimate resting place
Good point.
Jinx had to avoid milk protien like whey and casein. You could pm her and see if she can offer advice?
You guys can find the remains of a dude who died in 1485 and us Merkins can't figure out where the fuck Jimmy Hoffa went! :lol:
Well. In our defense, they had 600 years to look. By that scale, Jimmy Hoffa just stepped out.
I like the way you think outside the box, Pete. :)
And we never did find Lord Lucan.
And we never did find Lord Lucan.
Where were you when you saw him last?
People should learn to always put things in the same place each time
... keys, glasses, cups, coats, umbrellas, crooks, princes, lords
It's hard to keep lords in one place, they do leap about so.
People should learn to always put things in the same place each time
... keys, glasses, cups, coats, umbrellas, crooks, princes, lords
It's a life skill.
It's hard to keep lords in one place, they do leap about so.
I thought that was only at Christmas?
I didn't know who Lord Lucan was until I googled him, but you all had me cracking up. IKEA. *snicker*
King Dick deffo needs a thread of his own....
I didn't know who Lord Lucan was until I googled him, but you all had me cracking up. IKEA. *snicker*
That was an excellent DanaC joke. I had to google it also.
I went to a party last night. I've been isolating myself pretty much for the past few months so I thought I better get out and have a change of scenery.
Had a few beers, not enough food (this was a problem) Then some folks went outside to have a small smoke and I joined them. Maybe for the first time in 10 years? Went back to the party, a few more beers, the next thing I knew I was going outside for some air and couldn't even stand up. I had a little lie down in the snow for about 10 minutes then managed to get back into the house. I moved everyone's guitars and mandolins off the couch and fell asleep.
I didn't drink that many beers, all told and they were over the course of hours, I didn't even feel the smoke. My best guess is that where it says on the Buproprion bottle "Do Not Use Alcohol" they actually mean it. I don't feel hungover at all, but I was profoundly and surprisingly incapacitated last night.
And somehow I bit the living shit out of the side of my tongue.
That is what is meant by :buzzkill:
I had a little lie down in the snow for about 10 minutes then managed to get back into the house.
:eek: You know that little lie-down in the snow will lead to very bad things. Glad you made it back into the house.
:eek: You know that little lie-down in the snow will lead to very bad things. Glad you made it back into the house.
You're talking about the aliens and the probes right? Yeah, yeah, I hear ya sister.
The aliens and the probes would be the least of your worries ...
maybe you were roofied?
I did wake up eyebrow shaved and with a dick drawn on my face...
No, I'm pretty sure it was the Buproprion/Beer combo and the late introduction of food.
Emotional state, alcohol, meds, and dope, I think your brain was asking for a system reboot. Be careful dude.
Yeah. Very good point. I often over look the obvious.
After ten years, the smoke mayhave hit harder than it once would have, added to alcohol...always a potentially heavy hit. Then add in tablets...
Like Griff says: be careful :p
If my blood sugars are too low, I can get seriously, deliriously drunk off one beer. Add meds into the mix... wozers. I don't smoke anything... but I can imagine that would zing me too. Its amazing what lack of food can do. Perhaps the meds lower blood sugars? Maybe thats why they say don't mix with alcohol. Glad you are ok. :) and I am glad to see you went to a party, and had some fun!
All im sayen on the matter
I have a cold. So does Max. I feel exhausted. :(
I've been working on academics since 8:30 this morning. I'm SO done, but I still have work to do.
Been fighting a fever and headache cough/cold/flu for 4 days, today no fever just a cough that wont quit. I cough so hard I feel like I'm going to pass out, or my head is going to explode in pain. My throat is so sore and my voice is gone. I'm ready for this to go away. On the twisted upside, I am still not working from the pain in my hip.. so at least I am not losing out on pay or trying to function this ill, like I would normally try to do.
Sometimes, I just really don't want to teach...
Y'know, one of those days when you just don't want to interact with other people to any great degree...when words seem to go missing from your vocabulary and everything feels like too much effort? When you feel a bit raggedy looking, hair won't do as it's told, skin unhealthy and generally a bit too self-conscious.
I'm not in the mood to teach a 1 1/2 hour seminar. I just want to go back to bed. Or play with Carrot.
Y'know, one of those days when you just don't want to interact with other people to any great degree...when words seem to go missing from your vocabulary and everything feels like too much effort? When you feel a bit raggedy looking, hair won't do as it's told, skin unhealthy and generally a bit too self-conscious
Ah! My normal!
went to the dog park yesterday (twas muddy I tells ya) and Scout had a wonderful, muddy, messy time. he seemed happy.
wait---is this the bitch thread? Ok, I'm really effing tired after all that dog stuff.
I think I may have MS. seriously. My balance is way, waaaaaay off.
Sometimes, I just really don't want to teach...
Y'know, one of those days when you just don't want to interact with other people to any great degree...when words seem to go missing from your vocabulary and everything feels like too much effort? When you feel a bit raggedy looking, hair won't do as it's told, skin unhealthy and generally a bit too self-conscious.
I'm not in the mood to teach a 1 1/2 hour seminar. I just want to go back to bed. Or play with Carrot.
I get this way but instead of fighting through an hour and a half, I have to grind through two 3 1/2 hour programs with an hour lunch/planning period between, all with humans. I keep thinking I'll acclimate...
Three midterms this week, two of them tomorrow. I need my memory back! Long-term memory and problem-solving are not an issue, so clinical work is fine. Putting hundreds of pages of notes and text into new memory and organizing the info so as to be able to write essay questions on midterms - not so good.
But on the upside, I'm not throwing up anymore. It's best to submit exams that are clean and dry. Professors prefer it.
Three midterms this week, two of them tomorrow. I need my memory back! Long-term memory and problem-solving are not an issue, so clinical work is fine. Putting hundreds of pages of notes and text into new memory and organizing the info so as to be able to write essay questions on midterms - not so good.
But on the upside, I'm not throwing up anymore. It's best to submit exams that are clean and dry. Professors prefer it.
On the contrary---I see vomiting on exams as a bold, bloodless coupe for those of us who are sick and suffering AND managing school.
And most exams would be improved by a bit of vom anyway.
have at it, woman~!
Does chemo destroy neural pathways or make your hippocampus lazy? What's the memory issue? Do things like fish oil and Gingko help? What about placebos? They are supposed to be very effective, maybe your doc can give you a scrip?
j/k
sorry about ur braincell, glad you're not feeling ill.
It's not quite clear how it does damage ... PET scans show major differences in brain function and location of activity during and after chemo. I suspect the brain has to be trained to use new pathways afterward. So forcing myself to keep at the academics is good, sort of intensive physiotherapy for the brain, but like most PT it's bloody uncomfortable. I'm definitely doing fish oil and other supplements. Hoping things come back. :(
Thanks for the good wishes.
If you end up dumb there's always blonde hair color...
Sometimes, I just really don't want to teach...
Y'know, one of those days when you just don't want to interact with other people to any great degree...when words seem to go missing from your vocabulary and everything feels like too much effort? When you feel a bit raggedy looking, hair won't do as it's told, skin unhealthy and generally a bit too self-conscious.
I'm not in the mood to teach a 1 1/2 hour seminar. I just want to go back to bed. Or play with Carrot.
Make sure your vitamin levels are ok. Especially B12, D, and Potassium - they are major players in your energy level.
Yeah...not smoking pot every day would probably also help ... and getting enough sleep...and yeah, better diet wouldn't go amiss:P
@ Tril: i think it's probably my normal too...but I only notice it when I have to interact with people at a deeper level than going to the shop. Fortunately, as it stands I only have to interact in a professional capacity a couple of days a week :p
@ Griff: 7 hours plus a lunch break with people ....*deep shudder*
Y'know, I think I am just incredibly lazy. I just really prefer to muck about at home with my dog and my interwebz. I never really fancy anything that isn't ,mucking about at home with my dog and my interwebz...even if I do end up enjoying myself when I have to...
Oh and, as is often the case whenI am really not looking forward to a class, the lesson went quite well and fair zipped past.
I still have a cold. My voice is leaving me. :( (the kids are happy)
If you end up dumb there's always blonde hair color...
And if my brainpower comes roaring back and I end up twice as smart? What color then?
I think I lost a Q-tip bud in my left ear.
:(
You only have start worrying if it comes out on the other side.
How many times do I have to tell The Sidler to stop fucking sneaking up on me?
I'm engrossed in something and he's wandering around like he does and the next thing I know he's RIGHT BEHIND ME and knocks the back of my chair or says something abruptly. I don't like that. I've told him.
Get a fucking job, Sidler Boy.
It's really goddamn cold and blowy today. Freezing my ass off as when house was built (57) nobody on earth had heard of INSULATION ffs.
How many times do I have to tell The Sidler to stop fucking sneaking up on me?
I'm engrossed in something and he's wandering around like he does and the next thing I know he's RIGHT BEHIND ME and knocks the back of my chair or says something abruptly. I don't like that. I've told him.
Get a fucking job, Sidler Boy.
That's harassment. Drop a dime on him.
I get nothing BUT harrassment here. Except sexual harrassment, which I know exactly how to deal with. :nadkick:
Free shipping.
Turns out someone/ something liked my overly sweet maple syrup cupcakes anyway.
Diz managed to scrounge a cake paper out of the bin (my fault for leaving it in there.) Given his recent ill health I had to wrestle it away from him, while he desperately tried to eat it - he loves paper and has a sweet tooth. I never let him get away with it, but I took more risks than usual this time *
OWWWWWWW!
Got in the way of a determined cat's jaws. The cowson punctuated me and didn't withdraw til I yowled and cuffed him.
Deep. It went deep. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless cat. Well, not much sharper as it turns out. I bled like... hmmmm, can't think of any tasteful similes.
I have a plaster on now. When I am confident the bleeding has stopped I will show you. Won't look like much. Until infection starts.
*NB he only got 1/4 of it in the end. Crumbs and paper and all that. But at what cost? He's lost my love and respect.
Any reasonable offer accepted.
IMHO you shouldn't cover the wound. Let the venom seep out, babeh.
but when I was doing that kind of thing (dog/cat bites) was many years ago---maybe the thing to do now IS cover them.
Please at least check it out.
Plaster off now. I had to put one on because I was bleeding everywhere.
I don't like plasters as a rule, especially on my hands, so I do take them off at the earliest opportunity.
Throbbing like a bastard though.
nausea prolly a fever as well... going to couch now
Plaster off now. I had to put one on because I was bleeding everywhere.
I don't like plasters as a rule, especially on my hands, so I do take them off at the earliest opportunity.
Throbbing like a bastard though.
Bleeding is good. Helps flush out the yuckies.
Another thing that's good for small cuts on the hands is liquid skin. Basically glue that you put over your cuts. I don't know if they have it there, but it's wonderful because it's waterproof. So doesn't interfere with washing your hands several times a day.
We do have it, but it's not advisable for a dog bite or cat scratch. Tril's quite right on that.
i might get me some though...I am forever slicing my finger on chopping knives when I wash the pots!
Speaking of "have it there", what in the heck is a plaster?
a bandaid. ;)
Their bandaids are unwieldy as heck! Very vintage.
Which ones....there a thousand different brands and kinds of bandaids here. Little slivers of sticky rapid healing gel, blister plasters, giant rolls of fabric plaster (cut to size), cartoon character plasters, round plasters, plasticky plasters, gauzy little strips of plaster...washable plasters...
We do still have vintage plasters...and actually, I mostly prefer them because they offer a lot more in the way of protection from bangs and bumps to the wound.
Us too!
(Bandaid is actually a brand name...one of those that stuck as product name, like Kleenex, around here.) :)
Us too!
(Bandaid is actually a brand name...one of those that stuck as product name, like Kleenex, around here.) :)
Punny?
Remember the singing commercial?
Punny?
Remember the singing commercial?
:D
You mean like this?
Punny?
Remember the singing commercial?
I was thinking about this and finally i get it!
I am stuck on bandaids
"Cause bandaid's stuck on me...etc.
Iconic.
:)
Eva has the same cold everyone else has already had. While its not too bad and hasnt bothered us too much, i guess she will be a bit of a pain with it for a while.
More in a few days. Probably in the pissed off or upset thread. lol
Aww, hope she feels better soon!
I am stuck on bandaids
"Cause bandaid's stuck on me...etc.
Ding ding ding. We have a winner. :D
I was mildly irritated Saturday. I went to my niece's basketball game. 4th-5th graders.
It was still at the end of the game before my niece's game. The game was between a smaller school and the Jr Hi of the town where I live. One of the girls on the opposing team (this was a tournament, played in the town where I live, where everyone is either full-on redneck or haughty country club self-important snotty people) stole the ball and was down the court for a lay-up.
No one was around her, but one little devil spawn, I mean little girl, ran up behind her, just as the other girl was getting to the basket...and put both hands out, got up behind the girl, and SHOVED her forward at her shoulders. Shoved. Her. Forward. Hard.
Besides the fact that she could have seriously injured the other girl (like smashing her teeth into the slightly padded wall behind the backboard, or falling and breaking a leg or arm) WHERE IS THE FUCKING SPORTSMANSHIP?
I was incredulous. Not one of my coaches would have ever let me get away with that kind of crap. Oh sure, they'd put me in if there was a particularly pesky player on the other team who was doing some aggressive blocking or whatnot, to take care of her...but not in that way.
I'm no fool who thinks basketball is a pretty little sport where tall guys run up and down the court, slam dunk, or shoot from the other side of the court. I do believe in playing 'tough' and not playing like a 'girl' as my mom would say. You don't skin your knee, and cry. You may run into the back wall on your own, trying to save a ball that is going out of bounds. But you don't blatantly shove people like it's a freaking football game.
The girl got a T and was put on the bench. The other girl got her 2 T shots. The benched girl didn't give a whit.
Me? That girl wouldn't be on the team. Here's an example for you, little ones: you do NOT get to be smartass little snot who push others around like you're on a playground. Smacks too much of bully crap.
She's probably the kid of one of the wannabes and no one dares kick her off the team. THose coaches are volunteering their time, I know...but even as her coach I would have her hit the proverbial showers.
If she were MY child she would have been taken home right then, right there, in front of everyone.
Then a bunch of girls in S's game got called off the court for wearing earrings. Little posts like we used to wear when we were kids; they're pretty safe for the most part. But, it's a rule, and you can't even tape them down anymore.
But let me get this straight: You can shove a girl who is running at full speed like it's the NFL but don't wear a tiny gold post because you might scratch your head.
Grrrrrrrr. I don't know how parents do it. (The good ones, I mean, not the "Johnny never does wrong" kind.)
Why come the ref can't kick her out of the game?
Why didn't everyone boo her?
What a little shit.
I booed her. I yelled something about sportsmanship. That was the thing. It didn't seem to have much of an effect on many people. I got up for a walk ('cause I was fumin') and didn't hear anything about it.
The refs weenied out, I guess. Maybe they are also on the McDonald's Mafia and Young Millionaires payroll. (Next time,that girl sleeps with the fishes.) The chick ref who made all the girls with earrings either take them out or sit on the bench, in my niece's game, probably would have booted her.
Little shit is right. I would have been so embarrassed, after a talking to by my coach (whichever one, I respected all of them) and certainly wouldn't be sitting on the bench laughing and cheering.
I booed her. I yelled something about sportsmanship. That was the thing. It didn't seem to have much of an effect on many people. I got up for a walk ('cause I was fumin') and didn't hear anything about it.
The refs weenied out, I guess. Maybe they are also on the McDonald's Mafia and Young Millionaires payroll. (Next time,that girl sleeps with the filet-o-fishes.) The chick ref who made all the girls with earrings either take them out or sit on the bench, in my niece's game, probably would have booted her.
Little shit is right. I would have been so embarrassed, after a talking to by my coach (whichever one, I respected all of them) and certainly wouldn't be sitting on the bench laughing and cheering.
;)
Infini---I watched in complete horror nearly every time my son played sports at the UNsportsmanlike behavior of both officials, parents and players but finals and high stakes games were the WORST. My son was chosen to play for the South when Ohio HS teams played North v. South and actual fist-fights broke out that the refs ignored. I also saw cheerleaders at a finals basketball game TAUNT the losing other team/parents after the game---they mingled with the losing team and sang little ditties about how the team sucked, etc. and I couldn't take it anymore. I put my foot out, tripped one on them so she landed on her face and said, loudly, "Whores!"
they were a team from Pataskala (outside Columbus) which is 98% white but ALL THE B BALL PLAYERS WERE BLACK.
made me go 'hmmmmmmmmmmm' ---- recruit much?
There are so many kids these days who have no idea what a good sport is. It's a very sad reflection of the times we live in.
I know football is a rough sport, but some of the injuries I see my kids come off the field with are definitely not from the general course of the game. Some kids are dirty dogs, and you know it because you hear their parents yelling out things like, "smash him", and "kill them", and all sorts of other awful stuff. Yeah, I encourage my boys to play hard and do their best, but I don't tell them to go out and punch someone else in the head, or scratch them in the face, or twist their balls or some of the other things I hear parents saying.
I think most of it comes down to parents being fuckheads, trying to live vicariously through their kids' sport. The parents should be sin binned too!
I've seen a lot of bad acting being a Dad of sports oriented girls. In fencing anyway there is a protocol for tossing people out. A reddit guy wrote this
article of black cards for douche baggery.
I understand they want to maintain decorum and tradition. And can as long as the school isn't hanging big bucks on them like football/basketball. But the girl in the youtube link wasn't exactly raising hell. I think they were pretty harsh to blackcard her.
If you throw your mask its pretty much automatic... Having your Russian coach jawing in the ear of the director doesn't help either. I'm guessing her day and tournament were over so the card was pretty meaningless.
I saw a kid fire his mask against a wall at a tourney one time after a clubmate of mine beat him. Out came the card. Next time I saw the kid he was a director. :)
Emotions and adrenaline run high for these youngsters when they're playing. For older sports people too, but as a youngling it's a lot to handle.
Huh. MY ex was living his life thru our son.
When my son left Toledo (erg) and a football scholarship I was so relieved. Football fucks you up, you know. Look at all the head injuries, intentional thug behavior on field and off----I was GLAD he quit. All he said was, "I was tired of getting hit," which sums it up pretty nicely. He'd been playing since pee-wee.
I see a lot more sportsmanship on football fields than I do in a lot of so-called 'non-contact' sports.
And though there are injuries, football keeps innovating padding and safety. Here's a list of penalties, if'n interested:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penalty_(gridiron_football)
Case in point: the penalty is so high for a facemask (15 yards, auto first down) because you can break someone's freaking neck!
Just like Little Miss A Lot To Learn could have done by shoving that other girl so violently.
Rugby? My brother played that too. Much more dangerous. Mom wouldn't go watch him play (wouldn't watch me skydive, either.)
My brother went to college on a football scholarship, they sent him for his master's (at a very nice school) while he was grad asst football coach.
He is highly successful, smart, and all the pieces of his head are there.
I'm glad it worked out for your brother.
I was glad my son quit.
*shrugs*
Sports will probably get my niece to the Olympics, at this rate. Maybe two or more of them with athletic AND academic achievement scholarhips.
Sports was and is important in my family...but only if you WANT to. The girls beg my brother and sissy law to practice with them. And they do. And they're good. And they have class and grace. Go figure.
FREE DOG.
Pepper (our anxiety ridden dog) chewed a hole in one of my two nursing bras. These things are expensive! Why couldn't you pick something from Target out of the laundry basket?!
*shrugs*
Sports will probably get my niece to the Olympics, at this rate. Maybe two or more of them with athletic AND academic achievement scholarhips.
Sports was and is important in my family...but only if you WANT to. The girls beg my brother and sissy law to practice with them. And they do. And they're good. And they have class and grace. Go figure.
Make up your mind, what's it gonna be - have class and grace or be an Olympic athlete? Unless I'm forgetting someone.
Nadia and Zola in a cage match?
Peggy Fleming?
Infini--I;m not making a case for pro or anti athletics. I was just telling what I saw/heard at tournaments, etc. and that I am glad my son got out because his father was the one who really pushed him from the minute he could walk to play, and he did play from pee wee up to college---football, baseball and basketball. He was good; not Olympic good and as for class and grace I'm not sure what you mean there.
There are different paths and choices===doesn't mean one is more meaningful than the other. He quit because he wanted to and I (not his dad) honored that choice and was glad for it. Your brother had a different experience...why do I get the feeling I'm being misunderstood for all the wrong reasons?
Why is this getting to be so hard and so exhausting when it used to be fun and light?
Why is everything a competition, anyway?
I'm crying again. I don't want any more.
Aww Tril, things aren't that bad. I think you are reading more into this mini debate than you should.
Why is this getting to be so hard and so exhausting when it used to be fun and light?
First, check to see if your brakes are rubbing the rims. If not, your tire pressure might be low or you are riding on hot, fresh pavement. If it's none of those things you may be dehydrated or just hungry. The sun and heat can take their toll.
Or you could just be a couch potato.
I'm reading more into everything than I should.
tonight, i feel very akin to jbk. i feel like a death star. Radioactive. Burnt wires.
I took some sleeping pills to help me. I want to lie in bed, with my palms up, and ask/want nothing. I've given up. I'm not a happy me; and I LIKED the happy me, it was work but it was worth it but now I see how silly and futile it's been. I've been a chump for fifty years believing in ghosts and love and ether. I've been wasteful and stupid.
First, check to see if your brakes are rubbing the rims. If not, your tire pressure might be low or you are riding on hot, fresh pavement. If it's none of those things you may be dehydrated or just hungry. The sun and heat can take their toll.
Or you could just be a couch potato.
thanks. Insightful.
trilby, we all have highs and lows. remember you have friends who think the world of you. smile and think of that very personal and intimate package i have mailed you. ;)
Emotions and adrenaline run high for these youngsters when they're playing. For older sports people too, but as a youngling it's a lot to handle.
Sure.
But what is the POINT of such competitions? They're not out chasing down game for the clan to eat or die without. In my opinion, there are a few reasons for sports like this. Pleasure, fun, excitement, competition. Also sportsmanship. Also discipline. Also adversity, especially how to overcome adversity. And meltdowns are not the way to handle adversity or failure. Such reactions and the consequences, both appropriate and inappropriate (even absent) consequences can be instructive. And I believe the kids are always learning, even if the lesson needs to be repeated.
It sounds like the little girl on the basketball court was given the chance to learn that such a move was ok, but needs to be toned down in order to stay on the court. She'll refine her technique, but not abandon it, sadly.
FREE DOG.
Pepper (our anxiety ridden dog) chewed a hole in one of my two nursing bras. These things are expensive! Why couldn't you pick something from Target out of the laundry basket?!
Helpful dog! Aren't nursing bras supposed to be open in the front? Now, presto!!
come to think of it... are you sure it wasn't Kitsune?
I had two choices for hair colour. I asked Mum's opinion.
Because of a showdown I have not documented here, which really broke me up but was in fact warranted.
Asking her about my hair was really brown-holing and unnecessary though. I'm about to clean the bathroom floor - that and the ironing I've done would have been enough for this afternoon.
So of course she said she liked the darker colour I had in, black/ plum sort.
I did it.
I don't like.
It drains my face. I look about 50 - which is fine if you're 50. I'm not.
AND it will take far longer to pass. Mum said (callously!) "Well you'll have it another colour next week!" No, I won't; I can't.
I'm not blaming her. I mean I bought the colour when it was on sale. I just wish I hadn't asked, then I could have chosen the bright red without snubbing her.
Sigh - live and learn.
And things are so much better here now that I am making a real contribution to the house. Like I used to, before I became obsessed with my own health worries (aka lazy.)
May goth-up for our trip to London tomorrow.
Not in defiance, just as a way of making it look better.
Sitting on Walt Whitman bridge. Haven't moved in ten minutes
Do you at least have a nice view?
I think this will do the opposite of 'help' but here you go. Ladies and Gentlemen: Walt Whitman!
“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
Also not helping, here you go. Ladies and Gentlemen: Walt Whitman's Neice!
Last night or the night before that,
I won´t say which night
A seaman friend of mine,
I´ll not say which seaman,
Walked up to a big old building,
I won´t say which building,
And would not have walked up the stairs,
not to say which stairs,
If there had not been two girls,
leaving out the names of those two girls.
I recall a door, a big long room,
I´ll not tell which room,
I remember a big blue rug,
but I can´t say which rug,
A girl took down a book of poems,
not to say which book of poems
And as she read I laid my head,
and I can´t tell which head,
Down in her lap, and I can mention which lap
My seaman buddy and girl moved off
after a couple of pages and there I was,
All night long, laying and listening
and forgetting the poems.
And as well as I could recall,
or my seaman could recollect,
My girl had told us that she was a niece
of Walt Whitman, but not which niece,
And it takes a night and a girl
and a book of this kind
A long long time to find its way back
Ladies and Gentlemen: Walt Whitman's Neice!
Love that song. I'm going to have to play that album tonight.
Sitting on Walt Whitman bridge. Haven't moved in ten minutes
Should have taken the Robert Frost causeway. I hear it's less travelled.
Or Pete Rose Way in Cincinnati, which was renamed...
I sliced my finger dumpster diving in the equipment recycling bin in the loading dock of our building. I always peer into the bin to see what they are throwing away. Usually it's just some torn apart PC cases, but today there was some sort of beautiful shiny gear in there. I had to have it. And the damn thing sliced my finger without me even realizing it. I just started noticing little spots of blood on the things I was touching.
It's kinda cool though. It's going on my bookcase in my office. It's fairly massive. Feels like it weighs 15 pounds.
But my finger got sliced, so I'm mildly irritated.
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That's worth a turbo paper cut for sure.
What are the dimensions? You could turn a handle on the lathe and make a steampunk mace.
Not sorry about ur finger, but that is a nice find! :)
I am mildly irritated that a truck driver has moved into the rental property across the road. He's very considerate and all, but it's still annoying having a massive truck parked in the street every time he's home for a sleep. I wish he'd leave his rig one block over on the road where there's no houses. Especially not my house.
That's worth a turbo paper cut for sure.
What are the dimensions? You could turn a handle on the lathe and make a steampunk mace.
That's a great idea. It's already got a threaded hole in the end for a handle attachment point. Perfect size for a mace head too. About 4-5 inches in diameter.
That would make a great door knob
... for any place you don't want anyone to enter.
There are probably many uses in other places
... whereever you want to ream out someone's body parts.
That's a great idea. It's already got a threaded hole in the end for a handle attachment point. Perfect size for a mace head too. About 4-5 inches in diameter.
If you don't already have a lathe, this is the perfect excuse to buy one!
I don't know if it would be cost effective to ship but I could dig up a cherry chunk you might be able to work into a handle.
I've got a lathe, but need to tune it up a little bit. It's vibrating too much.
Thanks for the offer of the cherry Griff, but I feel like it would put too much pressure on me to accept it. Plus, I've got some black walnut that would work too.
That's a pinion gear from a vehicle rear differential.
I could dig up a cherry chunk you might be able to work into a handle.
Excuse me!
I'm just big-boned.
That's a pinion gear from a vehicle rear differential.
I thought it might be. If I could find the exact person who needed this particular gear, I wonder what it would be worth? $50? It seems big, like it goes to a truck or heavy equipment.
But since I'd never find a buyer who needs it, it's basically worthless.
I like the mace idea, but what am I going to do with a mace? :)
What about filling in the gaps and making it a door handle (yep, liked that idea). You could use a resin or maybe some kind of shellac (which is a resin anyway isn't it?).
I've got a lathe, but need to tune it up a little bit. It's vibrating too much.
Thanks for the offer of the cherry Griff, but I feel like it would put too much pressure on me to accept it. Plus, I've got some black walnut that would work too.
Groovy. :cool: If you get the itch let me know. I'm going to attempt to carve a pair of mushroom door handles from some of it.
I thought it might be. If I could find the exact person who needed this particular gear, I wonder what it would be worth? $50? It seems big, like it goes to a truck or heavy equipment.
It has to be matched with the right ring gear, it's worthless except as a paperweight.
It may also be defective in some way, it looks too never been used to be thrown away.
You could just soften the sharp bits rather than fuss with resin, and as for what uses for a mace?
Young man, don't you have Management ambitions? How else will you [strike]instill fear[/strike] motivate your minions?
It is probably a physical exhibit from an old patent case, and that's why it was never used. You'd be amazed at the stuff we have kicking around. I've got a box full of cheesy novelty swords I need to get rid of. Crappy blades stamped out in china and meant to hang on the walls of Dungeons and Dragons wannabes.
Let toad ebay them for you! Or use them to inspire your minions.
Yeah, I checked ebay to see what they are worth. They aren't worth the trouble.
Diz is being really needy today.
Has to be held like a baby, and when he is, he licks my ear and my cheek and smacks his licky-chops really loudly.
Grrr.
I still love him.
Eugh - just shifted him round (typing one-handed) and he started licking my neck.
He goes bye-bos at 12.00. Thank goodness.
I have a bathroom to clean and photos to upload.
ETA, having taken a photo.
Of course Diz is used to the camera. As soon as I switched it on the tell-tale sound motivated him to pose.
To that big kitty litter box in the sky?
We have cat-shifts, because Diz is a bully. Sigh.
Mia is more of an outdoor cat. She comes in at about 06.30 - depends on my schedule - but if I'm working that's about right. She goes to bed about 08.30, by choice, so Diz gets the run of the house.
Diz goes to bed about 12.00.
If I am not home he's ready for it.
If I am home he's pretty much ready for it anyway as he gets half a handful of beebles and he knows it. From about 11.00 he's woawing and fussing.
Switch over again at 20.00.
Mia doesn't have as much time in the house as she is much older and she prefers to be out at night anyway. When she's in she wants to sleep.
None of us (humans) are really happy with it, but the boy can be a terror :mad:
So I finish shopping at our local chain "we carry everything" store, and go to check out.
One cashier is working (feverishly), and another is just standing there doing nothing behind her register.
Another staff comes by and asks why she is not checking.
"It won't let me sign in... it says I have to wait another 5 minutes"
MY GOD ! A computer program that won't let an employee even start work !
The only lightness was when the customers in line all began laughing or cussing, according to their own natures.
.
There's a constant, low level (or sometimes much louder!) misogynistic buzz on social media (and across the internet) with jokes about domestic violence and rape, or just disdainful about women and their sexuality, vile comments posted in reply to women blog writers and sites dedicated to distributing naked photos of ex-girlfriends with the derision in the comments flowing freely.
It just is what it is.
In some settings, sexist jokes can be funny. Like for instance, when one of you guys tell one of us girls to go make a sammich. It's funny because it's aware and plays with the boundaries we have all set for each other in humour. Likewise, I have laughed at rape jokes, depending on the joke - there are ways of being funny about that without further degrading rape victims or offering tacit acceptance of rapists.
Each joke, each picture, each slight, on its own is often not very much. But they aren't made in isolation from each other. Together they combine to make a very unpleasant bubbling undercurrent to our popular culture.
It isn't just the obvious stuff, either. It infects our mainstream media. Female politicians whose press coverage seems to consist mostly of an analysis of their hairstyles and fashion sense, newspapers covering rape stories with a prurient focus on what was done to the women, as well as a tone that implicates the victims as somehow responsible for what happened to them.
It's everywhere, all the time. Most depressingly, women engage in it too. Often as viciously. Women's magazines (mainly written by women, but often with a man at the head of the publication) are some of the worst culprits for creating a culture disdainful of women, hyper-critical of their physicality and solidly centered on assumptions of womanhood realised through male attention and approval.
Anyways...that's just a little context: what's irritating me is a post on facebook that appeared in my timeline. An old school chum I haven't spoken to for years. Posted by a woman:
a girl comes home to find her boyfriend blow drying his his willy. "what are you doing " she asks he replies "warming your dinner you ungrateful cow "!!
Seriously. What's the fucking point of anything?
Oh bollocky bollocks, here's another. Same woman:
hubby says"i fancy kinky sex,can i cum in Ur ear?"wife says"NO i might go deaf" hubby says"i been cumin in ur mouth for 20years &ur still fucking talking!!"
Was that the whole joke? Pretty lame.
If it had built up a bit, with the couple arguing about whose turn it is to cook, or about how she's out working so he should make dinner etc, and then have the punchline it could have been better.
No need to call her an ungrateful cow, tho. I think it'd come across funnier as a hopeless-male-trying-to-be-good-but-failing-dismally sort of twist.
The background static ... yeah, it's there.
Was that the whole joke? Pretty lame.
If it had built up a bit, with the couple arguing about whose turn it is to cook, or about how she's out working so he should make dinner etc, and then have the punchline it could have been better.
.
You're right. i was trying to work out why that joke irritated me, when much naughtier ones around the same theme have made me laugh. And it's the nastiness and aggressive tone of it unmitigated by a broader scene.
That second one is horrible just for the language abuse. :p
Seriously, there are times when it is right to object to that sort of thing. You don't have to cause a big scene, but let them know you don't like it.
Groups and individuals determine their guidelines about behaviour through this kind of feedback, and at least a bit, it works. We've seen it here in the last year.
tl;dr: smack that bitch down!
I suppose I should be grateful it's not the same person as the one posting a combo of crystal waving unicorn wisdom and anti-muslim humour, That's quite enough cognitive dissonance for anyone to handle.
Here's one I heard much like the first one, but much nicer.
A young couple get married and move to a different city where the husband has obtained a job. The wife who was still looking for employment got into the habit of making elaborate dinners. The husband tells the wife, "You don't have to make these elaborate dinners. We can live on Loooooove. She keeps making the dinners and he keeps telling her they can live on Looooooove.
The next night he comes home to find his wife naked, sliding down the bannister. "What are you doing honey?"
She turns to go up one more time. As she slides back down she smiles and says, "Warming dinner."
Not very funny here because you all knew what was coming.
One thing that often happens to otherwise funny jokes (misogynist background buzz aside) is that unqualified humor technicians illegally modify the jokes leaving out essential aspects in the process. This is usually the case when a humor impaired person thinks the entirety of a joke rests in the smallest part. This happens a lot when a particular turn of phrase is ignored.
For example:
An bonnie lass from Yorkshire* was visiting the United States where she heard a joke:
There was a man whose last name was Strange, and he said that when he died he wanted his tombstone left blank so people would see it and say, 'Look at that blank tombstone, isn't that strange?'
When she returned home she was having a pint at her local and she told her mate "I heard the most brilliant joke while I was in the colonies. It seems there was a man whose surname was Strange, and he requested that when he died his tombstone should be left blank so that when people saw it they'd remark, 'Look at that blank tombstone, how peculiar.'"
*Not really, just taking the piss.
And the bartender fainted.
First everything was gay, now everyone is raped.
Ask any teenager (except those who have actually been raped) and they'll tell you they heard or used the word in jest 10 times in the day.
I wonder what's next.
I've talked to my kids about misuse of words, and taking the easy way out by settling on the popular one. They're doing better. Still, it's an uphill battle. People seem to insist on taking the low road where ever possible. :(
I'm trying to renew my membership at the Experience Music Project. I don't have my old, expired membership card with my number on it. The number is a required field for the online registration doodad. I called the membership office, but could only leave a message. No call back all day.
I called a little before five pm, closing time, to reach the membership office again. Once again, I can only leave a message--screw that--I want to talk to a human. I hang up, redial the the box office. A nice young lady says, sure she can look up that number for me. A little while later, she says there are two records in their system with my name, and she settles on one of them, the most current, and gives me the number. I say thanks and hang up.
I put that number into the member number field of the renewal page and guess what.
Yup.
No record with that number exists, proclaims the error message. Of course, it's past five pm now, and the helpful lady is on a bus home.
So. I'll show up tomorrow at the box office and make them figure it out.
Dana - There's an "unfriend" option ... use it.
I've had similar experiences with old HS friends. One I even had to block, literally.
I'm going to attempt to carve a pair of mushroom door handles from some of it.
Excuse me???? I believe, as the resident amateur mycologist, I deserve some consultation here or something. ;)
Excuse me???? I believe, as the resident amateur mycologist, I deserve some consultation here or something. ;)
Dude, if you know of a real world mushroom whose appearance says cherry door handle let me know. Right now I'm thinking very stylized.
You want one with a round cap? One as if the shroom is growing out of the door (sideways) or one that is vertical in appearance as if it were upright?
I assume this will not be painted, is that correct?
I'm open to suggestions. Like I said in my pm it'll be carved from cherry. My initial thought is a sideways setup with a round cap.
That's pretty cool. Do you have anything with some ripple in the cap and less symmetrical?
Excuse me???? I believe, as the resident amateur mycologist, I deserve some consultation here or something. ;)
I did not know that. You, sir, have hidden (and clearly slightly damp) depths.
Dana...are you not a fb friend with classic? If you were, you could hardly fail to know how obsessed he is with mushrooms. lol (maybe obsessed is too harsh classic? ;) )
Obsessed would be accurate in some circles.
For example...
Tonight is "Finish it" night - whatever is in the fridge gets used to make dinner. It offers the chance to combine things one would normally not and see what happens...
We found a couple pork chops, 4 small apples, a cucumber, a can of green beans and of course some shrooms we got last fall.
I tossed the meat in a large sautee pan with some olive oil, butter & cajun spice. In a smaller pan we began the mushrooms in butter with a touch of S&P. Then we added in the apples (diced) with maple syrup, honey BBQ sauce & a touch of worcestershire.
When the pork chops were almost done in went the mushroom & apple mix simmered for 10 minutes on low to thicken the sauce. Green beans & a slice of bread on the side. Voila. dinner was served. Normally these creations end up just being odd. This one however I will repeat. It was excellent. None left, didn't even make it to pics.
Sounds yummy classic. I'm coming to your place for finish it night one day. :)
Whatever you do, do not carve it in the shape of a stinkhorn mushroom.
lol @ Choco!
That pic is the Psilocybe cyanescens. Yes, they are hallucinogenic. lol
There are others that look similar though ... Let me see if I ca find you a better image.
Here are a couple more. I also PM'd you a couple links to a few more [COLOR="Silver"]hundred [/COLOR]images.
I'm open to suggestions. Like I said in my pm it'll be carved from cherry. My initial thought is a sideways setup with a round cap.
You can do both, they grow that way, and you can make the cap as fancy as you want.
HEY! No fair. Thats ringless honey mushroom on the left is totally photoshopped.
Aw shaddap, I don't want to hear that shiitake.
Beautiful pics, although the whole concept of fungus gives me the creeps. What's the lacy one with the black edge?
shouldn't there be a mushroom thread? :yum: Morels
shouldn't there be a mushroom thread?
Yes there should, so those of us who loathe the damned things can ignore it.
Do you think we need a what's mildly infecting you today thread?
Oh, goddamnit. I hate when I do that.
Do what?
Mildly infect people?
Yea, I hate when I do that too.
I must not have opened this thread in a long time. Tapatalk takes you to the first post you have not read yet. I was replying to glatt finding that big gear and cutting his finger. I can't even find that post now.
I sliced my finger dumpster diving in the equipment recycling bin in the loading dock of our building. I always peer into the bin to see what they are throwing away. Usually it's just some torn apart PC cases, but today there was some sort of beautiful shiny gear in there. I had to have it. And the damn thing sliced my finger without me even realizing it. I just started noticing little spots of blood on the things I was touching.
It's kinda cool though. It's going on my bookcase in my office. It's fairly massive. Feels like it weighs 15 pounds.
But my finger got sliced, so I'm mildly irritated.
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Found it.... Only ten days ago...derrr deeerrreeerrrrrr
Yea, I hate when I do that too.
Exactly.If you're gonna do it, do it right. I'm talking Ebola Zaire, minimum.:p:
So long ago, the finger is healed. Just a hint of flaky skin where the cut was.
So long ago, the finger is healed. Just a hint of flaky skin where the cut was.
Now, Ebola; that's a horse of a different color...
Now, Ebola; that's a horse of a different color...
Or four horses of a different color ...
What's the lacy one with the black edge?
Its got a couple names, most common around here is the Shaggy Mane.
AKA shaggy ink cap, lawyer's wig.
Is it edible? Or are most of the pics of poisonous ones? (I know the morel is good to eat but don't know the others.)
Classic, did you ever eat at Joe's in Reading when it was there?
Is it edible? Or are most of the pics of poisonous ones? (I know the morel is good to eat but don't know the others.)
Here as in most public forums, except when I am speaking to certain groups,
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My default answer is ALL MUSHROOMS ARE POISONOUS.[/COLOR]
However, according to Wiki -
"The young mushrooms, before the gills start to turn black, are edible. The taste is mild; cooking produces a large quantity of liquid. It can sometimes be used in mushroom soup with parasol mushroom. Large quantities of microwaved-then-frozen shaggy manes are delicious when used as the liquid component of risotto, replacing the usual chicken stock.
The agent responsible for unpleasant symptoms when consumed with alcohol, coprine, which is found in Coprinopsis atramentaria, has not been isolated from C. comatus"
My problem is that thee is a fine line, check that, there is a blurry fuzzy sorta smudge when things change from "edible" to what? "Inedible"? "Poisonous"? And what does poisonous mean? Deadly? Causes stomach upset, headaches, body-aches, dizzyness ... what? At what point?
You tell me. Have I eaten them? yes. Were they worth the "maybe" nope. I've got plenty of others to choose from and I get them in huge quantities without too much effort. Sorry for that aimless rant. :3eye:
Top image - Some of what ended as 40lbs Hens harvested on my B-day. (Yes, there were other days.)
Bottom Image - Cleaned & Vacuum sealed Chickens - 13lbs.
Or four horses of a different color ...
:lol::love:
Here as in most public forums, except when I am speaking to certain groups, [COLOR="Red"]
My default answer is ALL MUSHROOMS ARE POISONOUS.[/COLOR]
However, according to Squirell Nutkin--
[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]"All mushrooms are edible. Some of them, only once."[/COLOR]
Top image - Some of what ended as 40lbs Hens harvested on my B-day. (Yes, there were other days.)
Bottom Image - Cleaned & Vacuum sealed Chickens - 13lbs.
Gotta say I share Ortho's fungal apprehension but in terms of the harvesting and vacuum sealing*, you're a man after my own heart, Classic.
*Among other great qualities.
I can get behind the harvesting and vacuum sealing, but I don't quite understand why you would go through all that trouble for fungus. Berries, sure!
This guy votes yes:
needs more badgers.
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thanks footsies....
glatt - cuz I lurve to saute. Shrooms and MEAT! Beef. chicken, pork ... you name it. And the flavor of the wild ones is similar to that of a fine wine. They taste NOTHING like those commercial "things" grown in shit. :headshake
It's one of those things I guess. I'll never know what I'm missing because you can't get 'em in stores, and I only know the commercial stuff and that makes me not want to try anything else.
My kitteh, Slick, was staring into my eyes from six inches away this morning when I woke up. Nice enough wake up most of the time. But, this morning, after showing him much more love than he deserved, I later rubbed my eyes (heartily), before washing my hands.
My eyes now look like I went a couple rounds with Roberto 'Hands of Stone' Duran. And itch like I can't describe.
Work, eyedrops, work!!
benadryl.
Don't crush it up and snort it though, just take it regular, like.
That I have the worst US Senator in history, Ted Cruz! :mad:
That I have the worst US Senator in history, Ted Cruz! :mad:
I'm not the
first to recognize similarities:
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Being the "worst in history" means just there can only be one... but yours may be well on his way.
I get the impression some people around here just think I'm an idiot.
Drizzle and snow mix :mad:
I get the impression some people around here just think I'm an idiot.
Here, the cellar or here, your household?
Mildly irritating me today is Java.
I know it's supposed to be a dangerous turd, but I have several online applications that require it. It seems like about once a month, it vanishes from my machine. So I have to track it down and reinstall it. I did automatic updates for my work PC recently, and now the damn thing is gone again, but I need it to do my time sheet so I can get paid.
Had to install Java again this morning.
And you gotta remember to not get tricked into loading their stupid Ask toolbar too when you are doing it. And then restart the browser. It's mildly irritating, is what it is.
Oracle, you should be proud. What other company can mildly irritate so many?
My Java plugin has security vulnerabilities.
I gave it a hug.
A visual representation of my day today:
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Those are industrial strength, too. We have a few pairs just like that. Do you use them for noise protection from garage tools, or what?
They're also good protection from headbutts to the blindside. ;)
My concreet mojo is Gone !!!
That is all
My concreet mojo is Gone !!!
That is all
That's 'palling.
(concrete joke)
That's 'palling.
(concrete joke)
Ha! Before I met Mrs. Z, I dated a girl who worked at a concrete repair company.
My concreet mojo is Gone !!!
That is all
What happened? Or should I ask what didn't happen?
2 cementish jobs in a row that went south,
this time it was to cold and wet for the grout, after I spent 2 days busting out the old busted grout from under Some rail scale bace plates,
It sucks when you pour epoxy grout and the next morning you can push your finger into it
I am irritated because Max is just recovering from the snots again, and Eva is just starting. I swear it's only because yesterday I dared to think that maybe she wouldn't get it. That was obviously a fools hope.
Yeah, those are Kitsune's ear muffs for his garage workshop. Anna was just having a miserable day -- screaming, yanking my hair, pulling my glasses off, scratching my nostrils -- so I grabbed the ear muffs to stage a photo.
Zip -- Im sorry about ur mojo!
Ali -- hope the kiddos are all in good health soon!
2 cementish jobs in a row that went south,
this time it was to cold and wet for the grout, after I spent 2 days busting out the old busted grout from under Some rail scale bace plates,
It sucks when you pour epoxy grout and the next morning you can push your finger into it
Next time you have to remember to make a sacrifice to the concrete gods. Don't mess with them.
Was the epoxy out of date or too cold or what?
To cold feetz , I put a heater down in the scale pit , one of the grout beds actualy set up ,when I took the forms off it was perfect , the other one as the form wascomeing off this shit was flowing out, untill it stoped th3 center is Solid. Wtf ?????????
Chocko I used have a pair of those for sleeping I a squad bay full of guys back in the day
There was probably enough heat from the chemical reaction for the center to set, but chilled before the outside could cure too.
Thats what I suspect as well, we shall see
Chocko I used have a pair of those for sleeping I a squad bay full of guys back in the day
Minifobette sleeps in them every night, too. :)
Epoxy sets up faster and generates a lot of heat when it's all pooled together, when it's spread thin it takes longer. When I was glassing my canoe I put the scrapings into a quart plastic container, when it got to be about 3/4 full it suddenly set up and got too hot to hold. I dropped it and watched it foam up like mad and melt the plastic container to nothing. What a fucking mess.
Sucks to have to redo a job like that, Zip.
Epoxy sets up faster and generates a lot of heat when it's all pooled together, when it's spread thin it takes longer. When I was glassing my canoe I put the scrapings into a quart plastic container, when it got to be about 3/4 full it suddenly set up and got too hot to hold. I dropped it and watched it foam up like mad and melt the plastic container to nothing. What a fucking mess.
Ha ha ha, don't I know. I was building a fiberglass roof on my van, so I took a plastic bucket, dumped in a gallon of resin, stirred in the hardener for about 5 seconds and started for the scaffolding to slop it on. Three steps and the bottom fell out of the bucket. :haha:
There was a short lived instant coffee drink in a can that had some pull tab that you manipulated and a separate chamber of the can that contained a product like cement that quickly heated up and heated the coffee in the other part of the can. It never really took off because you had these big cans that were mostly cement with a little separate pocket of coffee at the top. They also weren't very green.
edit: like this
http://www.hotboxfood.co.uk/content/11-drinks-soupsPretty much everything, but specifically, sick midgets, and my ex husband being a dick about the big boys pending visit. He fucked up the dates to begin with, but he's now not acknowledging that Aden has a lot of study to do (probably because he's not educated himself) so Aden and he are bitching at each other.
It's nice that he hasn't seen them for over 2 years, but wants to fucking argue before he even sees them.
Fucking moron.
I think he's actually pissing me off. Not irritating me.
my android had an update. now the alarm sucks...there is no longer the ascending alarm option...and caps don't work. auto caps don't work and shift doesn't work. stoopid phone.
My motto is never, ever update if you are fine with the way things are working for you.
I've had to rollback too many times to ever fall for that update BS again.
Chrome doesn't always make it obvious that you are updating.
Agreed.
I'd still be writing in MS Word 5.1 (100k) if it would just run on my newest Mac (OS 10.4.11)
I don't know how to take it back, though.
I've not had a lot of luck with this phone, after being very pleased with the Droid and my Verizon service for years. I don't think it's Verizon, though. Last I talked to them they helped me cut my bill down based on usage. I think I just got a gimp phone. Of course. There could be 197 boxes of Cheez-its at the market and I'm going to pick the one where they forgot to enclose the Cheez-arific flavor. You Cheez-it Eaters know of what I speak.
When will I NOT come into the office to a huge 'issue' from 3 years ago that I will get blamed for though the responsibility rests surely in the lap of my ex-boss, The Great Evader?
Stay tuned for the next episode of...The Fake and the Phony!
Oh, and when will it not be 90 degrees below zero every morning?
KBR appears to have made $39.5 Billion on the conflict started by their man Cheney. Nice. On a completely related note, Head Start didn't accept our strategy for keeping kids in program so administration is scrambling, more layoffs likely with fewer kids/families served.
When will you bleeding heart liberals get with the program and back the winners?
Take the gloves off, peeps. This is a streetfight.
I suppose Kathleen Sebelius could use her insider status to fire up an undeclared war on inner-city America, then we shoot all the adults and swoop in to save the day with our 501c. Getting on that.:3eye:
I knew I could count on you.
Someone taught you how to count? You must be old, then.
Dang it, we were going to go walking this morning, and then I was going to go pick up the last batch of stones at Home Depot and finish this neverending rock wall project in the front yard... and now it's raining.
Bummer. It sucks when stones get wet.
I am so sleepy. It's cold and rainy and I would love to be home right now, cuddled on the couch, reading and dozing.
"Stakeholders"
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"Peel back the layers of the onion"
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Oh, go suck an egg. Find some new buzzwords and phrases. Please. For the good of humanity.
I mean, are you sending an email or cooking dinner?
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:lol: I'm writing a health policy term paper full of references to stakeholders - maybe I should slip in a 'steakholder'. If I knew the prof well enough, I'd do it ...
Writing this paper (for a useful course) and pulling a PowerPoint project together for the MOST useless course in the world. Have to have both done by Friday afternoon, as the weekend will be devoted to my 3rd son's graduation. I am SO ready for this semester to be over.
"A Savings of"
Savings is a fucking plural, people. that is all. (for now)
"You can save up to 400 to 600 dollars!"
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"A Savings of"
Savings is a fucking plural, people. that is all. (for now)
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Usage Note: Traditionalists state that one should use the form a saving when referring to an amount of money that is saved. Indeed, that is the form English speakers outside of the United States normally use. In the United States the plural form a savings is widely used with a singular verb (as in A savings of $50 is most welcome); nonetheless, 57 percent of the Usage Panel find it unacceptable.
It was ten dollars, but I got it for seven - a saving of three dollars.
My savings are in a bank account.
"A savings is" indeed. Harrumph. You might as well say "a Lego".
Or rewrite the sentence, "It was ten dollars, but I got it for seven, saving three dollars."
A savings of two words! ;)
We are in the middle of our kitchen redo and had already decided to replace the stove cooktop but keep the GE double oven which is 12 years old but seemed to be working fine.... then it died.
On the good side, it allows me to redesign the cabinets I am going to build to take a wider 30 inch model, I just wasn't expecting to have to shell out another $2400 or so for new ovens. :thepain:
It can be repaired for a fraction of that if you like it. If you lived in this area, I could give you the number of a fantastic appliance repair guy. But if you're looking for an excuse to upgrade...
Actually, I had it looked at once before when it did this and it will cost about $600 to replace 2 components. Last time the guy said he could do a work around but if it gave the error code F7 it would mean it was toast. It actually worked for 5 more years after he fixed it.
I figure it's not worth putting $600 into a 12 year old appliance. And as I do all the cooking I would prefer a wider oven, even with a double oven it's a challenge to do a big family holiday meal with the narrow model we have.
If you do your maths right you may be able to incur a savings of up to 6 to 800 dollars.
But his new oven will be up to 30 inches or more!
'zactly!
And I'd forgotten the 'up to.' It's the 'up to' that really sets the stage when you're imagining your saving(s).
What are the increments of saving? If you save a penny, do you have A saving? If you save 2 pennies, then your savings is more than one?
From E.B. White's Elements of Style, quoting Mencken (I think)
"Are there any news?"
"Not a new."
Mencken felt that since news had an S at the end it must be plural. The reporter he asked ran with it.
Look THAT up in your Funk & Wagnalls!
So the rescue lady asked that I write a letter to her and the board about why I'm good for Toby. I sent it last night and she texted saying she would try to read it today, but "some time must pass." What? How much more time needs to pass? I feel like she's putting me through the ringer just to say no.
So the rescue lady asked that I write a letter to her and the board about why I'm good for Toby. I sent it last night and she texted saying she would try to read it today, but "some time must pass." What? How much more time needs to pass? I feel like she's putting me through the ringer just to say no.
Sounds like it. There are some folks who just like to be in a power/control position. There are others who care for the dogs. I hope it is the latter.
And as I do all the cooking I would prefer a wider oven, even with a double oven it's a challenge to do a big family holiday meal with the narrow model we have.
Good move, sometimes it's hard to locate children small enough for that old oven, especially during the holidays. ;)
I feel like she's putting me through the ringer just to say no.
Send her a note:
Dear Resue Lady,
I forgot to mention the dog ran away.
[COLOR="White"]-----------------------[/COLOR]Bub Bye, MTP
:haha:
-----------------------[/COLOR]Bub Bye, MTP
:haha:
She has the dog :(
Ah, well that kills that idea. Hmm, have to steal it, I guess.;)
The dog will not shut the fuck up.
And, he has cause. There's a car. A bird. A person. Another person a block over. Global warming. The heartbreak of psoriasis. The echo of his own bark answering him. Must I go on? He does. jfc.
He does have one good point, the neighbor's dog comes through the hedge and tears ass around the yard, whipping my tethered dog into a sonic fucking frenzy (can you sprain your vocal chords and if so, why o why hasn't it happened yet?). I've been next door and spoken to the adult in charge. She was surprised and apologetic and brought the dog in. That time. But it's not an issue for her, the dog just disappears for awhile from her yard, so what? Over here it's all THE BRITISH ARE COMING THE BRITISH ARE COMING RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!!!!11.
omg.
It doesn't help to put him in the house, he hears stuff. The same stuff, and the same response. I could sedate him, or sedate myself, but I'm running low on triple sec and I have a little more trim work to do and it's early, so, doggy tranquilizers it will be. Maybe I'll bring the kennel in the house, put him in it and cover it with couch cushions. Then take my 3/8" drill and clean out my ears. aaaaaauuuuggghh.
Ah V, that's awful.
It would be betterer if the British really were coming; Limey & Dani have dogskilz and I'd just roll my sleeves up and put rubber gloves on and be all dominatrix-like with my accent and all.
vocal cord surgery like in Shameless.
Maybe he needs a looooooong walk v?
V, have you heard of Adaptil?
I got one of the collars for Carrot and it's chilled him out loads from what he was like before.
It uses a pheremone similar to one found naturally in mothers milk and which has a calming effect. The Dog's Trust put them onto all the dogs that come in just to get them over the first few weeks adjustment. You leave the collar on all the time and it lasts about 4 weeks. It's also available as a spray or plugin diffuser.
Might just take the edge of his excitement and allow him to hear you when you're telling him to stop :p
Or you could get an electric shock collar. ;)
It uses a pheremone similar to one found naturally in
mothers milk and which has a calming effect.
A deep bucket of milk might have the same effect. :rolleyes:
Or you could get an electric shock collar. ;)
BigV probably already has one, but it's not for animal use. ;) :eek: :shock:
Maybe I'm a cynic...I try not to be. But I see people post stuff that immediately raises my Snopes detector...and I'm seeing it more and more. I posted links to the Snopes pages on a couple of things I saw this week, but...is it really worth it? Guess it's about picking battles.
Sure, nothing wrong with correcting misinformation. It shouldn't be a problem if you're not a dick about it... you know, pointing and laughing and shit.:mock:
There is a good change that I'm going blind.
There is a good change that I'm going blind.
No, not a good change at all, so I assume you mean a good chance. I also assume this is deterioration due to a medical problem. You are seeing a doctor, yes?
No, not a good change at all, so I assume you mean a good chance. I also assume this is deterioration due to a medical problem. You are seeing a doctor, yes?
:right:
I ...
think I see what you did there.
Oh tora, I hope that you don't really go blind.
Irritating in a real sense.
FTR - this post contains ref to boobies. It is not titillating.
Now I've posted before about how my skin seems to tolerate pretty much any animal fluff - feathers, cat fur, dog hair etc. But drop a single Cherry hair on it and it starts to bother me like crazy. It seems I was always destined to hate myself, when my very skin is at war with my own hair.
So for the last couple of evenings, I've got home, switched into slobbing about clothes (which include saggy, gone to grey bra) and ended up in a frenzy of itching. I've searched my skin over and over. My right boob specifically, the itch ground zero.
Taken off my top, turned it inside out.
Checked my slightly too large bra.
Ended up taking off both top and bra (keeping half an ear out for a 'rent on the stairs.)
Tonight I found the culprit.
The bra has two layers, for support. Inside the layers was one single damned hair. It had mananged to sneak in, with about a millimetre showing inside and out.
I managed to work it out.
Of the bra I mean, you don't have to be Inspector Morse to realise that was what was itching me.
Huge relief.
Perhaps it's the chemicals in your hair.
Honestly, it's been a problem since I was a child. I used to scratch til I left visible marks and get severely upbraided by Mum (who may have had one eye on what the Nuns would say.)
I think it's more noticeable now because my hair is falling out more and my skin is more sensitive.
I thought they had discovered that was a vitamin deficiency. Or maybe that was the hair pulling thing.
Anyway, you might check with your doctor next time you're in.
vocal cord surgery like in Shameless.
I like this *SOMUCH*.!
I thought they had discovered that was a vitamin deficiency. Or maybe that was the hair pulling thing.
Anyway, you might check with your doctor next time you're in.
Hair falling out and extra sensitive skin is a liver thing. Everything is a liver thing these days, it seems.
But it's just exacerbating a problem I've always had.
Unless you were advising Big V!
Worse, even, than the Land of Limbo is the Land of Eeyore.
Everyone...EVERYONE: Sigh. Oh. Sigh. Hmmmm. Oh bother. Oh sigh. Woe is me. Woe. Me. Sigh. I work too little for my giant check. Oh sigh, you can't know. Oh Oh. Woe Woe. Sigh, the weight of the world. Woe. Sigh.
:jagoff:
And the tangled webs. I can barely read the Cellar through them.
This place is lousy with tangled webs.
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I need a new gig. Or at least some info. Can I get some 411 here, as to, um, like, er...MY FUCKING NEAR FUTURE?
You need to stop posting after you've been into the chronic.
You need to stop posting after you've been for a colonic.
I think I may have an upper respiratory infection. Stuffy nose, coughing real bad, voice is hoarse and last night I was running a 101F fever. Not good.
Get better soon MTP!
What I find annoying is people that are told with corroborating facts about a person convicted of animal cruelty and they still do dog business with her claiming there are 2 sides to every story. REALLY? How does one justify abusing and neglecting 64 animals? :mad:
Get better soon MTP!
What I find annoying is people that are told with corroborating facts about a person convicted of animal cruelty and they still do dog business with her claiming there are 2 sides to every story. REALLY? How does one justify abusing and neglecting 64 animals? :mad:
Animal abuse is more that irritating. Its down right rage-a-rific.
indeed - I wish there were more court orders forbidding contact with animals after being convicted of abuse - it really shouldn't be treated by the law any differently than child abuse.
"It's only a dog" just doesn't cut it with me
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Still not sleeping well, and now I'm all irritated by a gazillion little rose bush scratches after digging out the surprise daffodils ... I look like I've been self cutting, and I've got to shower before going into town - that'll be pleasant. Not.
Oooh, I remember when the Michael Vick dogfighting stuff came out. A certain Dwellar (who I won't name but he doesn't come here anymore anyway) was all like "They're just some dogs, man."
:right::mad2::eyebrow::mad::meanface::rar::cuss::angry::bitching:
Boy was I pissed off!
(Unrelated: I saw a hotdog cart for sale in town. Thought of our hotdog guy. Not the same guy who ate dogs though.)
In this country animal charities get more money than children's charities.
And you're better off being transported if you're an animal than a human, because they have more laws to safeguard you on your journey (inc breaks, water, maximum travelling time and space per animal.)
The again, they're generally off to the slaughterhouse.
Although aren't we all?
Soylent Green was people, people!
Sorry - should I have added a SPOILER tag to that?
If you haven't yet seen Citizen Kane, Star Wars, or Murder on the Orient Express, disregard...Never mind, if you haven't seen them by now you probably never will.
So: Reminds me of a Cheers episode. Frasier is pissed off about something and shouts the following spoilers:
Darth Vader is Luke Skywalker's father, Rosebud is the name of the sled, and in Murder on the Orient Express, everyone did it!!!!
To which Woody replied: Darth Vader can't be Luke's father, they don't even have the same last name.
Snort. Don't remember the episode but I would almost definitely have seen it.
And I can see it in my mind just from the character names and your description.
There's an advert for Netflix on at the mo.
Irritates me like a hair in my bra.
It's American (NO! Make adverts for your audience!) and the woman talks really fast. I had it on SkyPlus, so I could rewind it. And I did. And I still couldn't get everything she said. And no, it didn't work because I didn't buy.
But the premise - which was kinda fun - was that this woman looked over people's shoulders or at their purchases etc and told them the endings. Then when she got home - and there were other people there! how she manage that as such an annoying bi-atch? - she was flicking through Netflix. Seen, seen, seen, oh! not seen! Another lady in the room, who may or may not have wanted to kill her (shiv in back by the end of the night is my guess, given the blankness of her eyes) says, "Her sister is really her Mom."
Ha, ha, ha, everyone gets what they deserve. WTF?
Am still trying to work out the films and or series.
Lost is obvious. And I know I got another one but it's not coming to mind.
I'm against animal abuse, but I think that humans should be valued more under the law than animals.
I think it should go in order of assholiness, like this, from most valued to least valued:
Nice humans
Nice animals
Asshole humans
Asshole animals
I mean, good dog/boston bombers?
(makes that scale-looking body movement with arms/hands)
Good dog, every time.
Can't argue with that example.
Animal abusers are sub human wastes of skin. I was irritated with those that are not animal abusers that think one is trying to gossip instead of pass along factual information :neutral:
Ugh, I'm still a snot machine and coughing up green stuff. I'm taking myself to the doc tomorrow although I don't want to go.
I mean, good dog/boston bombers?
Sorry, but human every time. In a visceral way I'd want to
hurt and
hurt and
hurt anyone who hurt my brother.
But if I want to be part of any kind of society based on Christian values I have to accept that's my hurt and anger talking.
Ugh, I'm still a snot machine and coughing up green stuff. I'm taking myself to the doc tomorrow although I don't want to go.
Hope they pay attention.
When I was coughing up wet solids (eeeew) I was sent for an x-ray.
Good.
But after that I was left to my own devices because it wasn't a tumour.
It took four visits to get a diagnosis and the cure was... wait, rest.
I'm a moaner, but not a malingerer. They could have told me that from the offset, instead of me carrying on working with the two mile walk that entailed.
(makes that scale-looking body movement with arms/hands)
:D I just pictured you standing up and doing this.
studies show that those who abuse animals are considerably more likely than the general population to abuse people ....
Today I've been working with some people on the most recent case out of Quebec:
Translation: (Cowansville, Quebec) "We have just recovered the body of a male Pit Bull, not neutered, ears cut to a point - black and brown brindle / white. He was attached to a concrete block under the bridge by the churches on Abercorn Street.
The dog had his skull smashed with sledgehammers and there were at least two visible bullet holes to his head.
If anyone has information about this particular dog or dog fighting operations in the region of the Eastern Townships of Quebec, please contact the SPA Townships at
I find it very hard to believe that anyone who could do such a thing could ever be anywhere near a responsible human being and doesn't deserve every ton of weight the law can bring down on their heads.
Problem is most animal cruelty laws right now are pretty weak, with fairly light sentencing ... animals are still seen as property, not so much as living things. I'm not going to argue (insensibly) that an animal's life is worth more than a child's, but rather that a life is a life... and cruelty and abuse needs to be dealt with in ALL cases in the strongest possible terms
I never abuse animals, just people.
In this country animal charities get more money than children's charities.
And you're better off being transported if you're an animal than a human, because they have more laws to safeguard you on your journey (inc breaks, water, maximum travelling time and space per animal.)
The again, they're generally off to the slaughterhouse.
Although aren't we all?
Soylent Green was people, people!
Sorry - should I have added a SPOILER tag to that?
Actually, that's a myth about the animal charities. From an article about a survey from last year:
By category, "religious causes" received the largest percentage of donations, being given 17% of all money donated.
Medical research and hospitals received 15% each of all money donated, with children's charities receiving 11% and "overseas" 10%. Animal charities got 5%.
I don't know for sure about the laws regulating transport of animals versus transport of humans, but at a guess I'd say that is also more than likely a myth. A bit like the idea that the manufacturing process of animal food is more tightly regulated than human food. I also suspect that those that do exist are not great, easily bypassed and badly enforced.
:D I just pictured you standing up and doing this.
Good cause I totally did! :thumb:
Actually, that's a myth about the animal charities.
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I don't know for sure about the laws regulating transport of animals versus transport of humans, but at a guess I'd say that is also more than likely a myth. A bit like the idea that the manufacturing process of animal food is more tightly regulated than human food. I also suspect that those that do exist are not great, easily bypassed and badly enforced.
Yeah, you know I got that info from sources I usually despise, so I will hold my hands up and say it's most likely wrong.
But anyone who has been on the Tube in rush hour does think "Isn't there a law against this?!"
My first thought when the London Underground bombs hit was "Well, they'd have had more victims if they got up earlier!"
Of course as it unfolded I was distressed and sickened. Hurt badly, it brought back all the old worries and stress.
But that really was my initial thought, because they hit at 08.50.
I used to get on the Tube at 07.45.
And boarding at Leyton I couldn't get a seat until Oxford Circus.
Minifob wants to do Cub Scouts. Really, really wants to do it. I tried very hard to talk him out of it and/or distract him until the obsession passed, but it didn't work. We officially signed up tonight, and already they're trying to make us be den leaders and shit. I am dreading every aspect of this whole experience.
Maybe you could be the GFCF den?
I did think about forming our own just so we wouldn't have to deal with other people. But then it's harder to quit when Minifob (hopefully) decides he wants to drop out.
We officially signed up tonight, and already they're trying to make us be den leaders and shit.
Tell 'em you're gay. :D
I feel your pain Clod. I feel that way about most of the activities my kids are involved in, mostly because they do try to force you to do stuff you don't want to do or don't have time to do, or even object to for various reasons.
If you pay the fees, and buy the uniforms and help out when you can, that should be enough. You shouldn't have these 'goody' Mums and Dads making you feel guilty because you don't want to totally immerse your family in their particular activity of choice. Most clubs/teams have at least one parent like that who runs things. These parents are born with a built in ability to make you feel like shit for saying no. These parents should be avoided at all costs. These parents sometimes need a beat down in my opinion.
Kept having nightmares and kept tossing all night. Finally couldn't sleep anymore but I'm bored. My hands are shaky and I'm still coughing. Doc said I have a touch of bronchitis.
already they're trying to make us be den leaders and shit.
Yeah, if you find it getting harder and harder to dodge that bullet, try to get the treasurer job. It takes about 2 hours a month and then when they look to you to take on jobs you can say "No. I'm the treasurer." Do not do the den leader job. A good one will take 4 hours a week or so, and much more when there are events going on. It's a lot of work.
That's funny you say that. Their treasurer is leaving, and they were really hyping the need for a treasurer last night.
There's a chance they may expect the treasurer to also do the rechartering. Rechartering is a big job each January. It's usually done by a committee chair or the pack leader. You don't want to get stuck doing rechartering. But the regular treasurer role of writing checks and generating a monthly report is easy.
Minifob wants to do Cub Scouts. I am dreading every aspect of this whole experience.
It's not so bad. And great for him. Which I know you know, which is why you're being a good Mama and going along with it.
Tell 'em you're gay. :D
Tell them you work shifts. If you're going to lie best make it about something everyone understands. Like MONEY. (I did get the humour in Pete's response though.)
Or tell them the truth. You work freelance, have children
and stepchildren, a drinking problem that makes you incontinent in liquor stores and therefore can never guarantee your presence. No-one wants to take on someone that unreliable, right? Okay, it's not really the truth, but you gotta make your lies as close to the truth as possible.
Kept having nightmares and kept tossing all night. Finally couldn't sleep anymore but I'm bored. My hands are shaky and I'm still coughing. Doc said I have a touch of bronchitis.
Poor baby.
I know what a sledgehammer lack of sleep is. And night terrors.
I used to have "two o' clock in the morning" thoughts when I couldn't sleep and life was wretched. Thanks to addiction, withdrawal, depression - rinse, repeat - they're now "four o'clock in the morning" thoughts.
Life can be sucky when you can't even lose yourself behind your own eyelids.
Chin up, darling. This too shall pass.
I had bronchitis too. And more that just a touch. I was grateful for my diagnosis though, it went on for so long and sounded so bad I feared cancer. I cleared lifts, supermarket queues and public toilets with my fearsome phlegmy cough. And sadly was too ill to even enjoy it properly.
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Despicable little bastards. :thepain:
they are, and they're seriously harshing my mellow as I attempt to commune with nature and nuture a few fruits and vegetables
My husband. Actually, he's pissing me right off, but this thread was closer.
There could be blood spilled by the end of this day.
Now where the fuck did I put my wine!
haha...i came here to post something about Aden and saw the above post.
Dazza and I had the biggest fight we've ever had on Sunday night (about 6 hours after this post). There was yelling and threats and all sorts of stuff. Very dramatic. Since then he's been getting up early and sneaking off to work and coming home late. We haven't spoken. He's still pissing me off. lol
The issue with Aden is me talking to him this morning about a maths assignment he has due tomorrow. it got a bit heated and ended with him telling me it's my fault he doesn't study well because I should have made him study more when he was younger so he'd have better study habits now.
I pointed out that if he knows he has bad habits, then only he can change them, and since he thinks he's an adult now, then it's on him not me, so grow up and don't blame me for the fact that he'd rather play xbox.
I sent him a text that said, "I love you son. Any choices or decisions I have ever made for you have come from that. I am very sorry if you feel I have failed you. I will do better. xxx"
I am now considering confiscating his xbox and other toys and being the strict parent that he seems to think I should have been.
What do you think?
It might be less physical effort to pull the circuit breaker for the electricity to his room.
Yes, but he shares a room with his brother, so that wont work. I think I need to actually sit down and ask him what his expectations are, then write them down and stick them on his wall. If he wants me to drive him then I will, but if I do that, he is going to have to constantly remember that he's the one who's asked for it.
I have done something wrong, but I'm not sure what. I know he wants to succeed, and he definitely could do so much better than he does. He seems to just coast through by doing as little work as possible, but then he gets depressed when his marks are average. Not sure where to go from here, but I did tell him at the start of the school year that he'd live or die by his own choices because I am tired of nagging him about study.
So anyway, we'll see how grumpy he is when he gets home. My guess is very. lol
From my perspective, Ali, having had four kids go through high school ... by this time it's up to them. Yes, you can have house rules and not permit endless xbox playing etc., but you don't have to accept your son telling you it's your fault that he doesn't study well. It's HIS business to study now; it's his life that studying, or not studying, will affect. It's not your job to nag him - who will nag him in college? No one. He cannot lay this at your feet. Throw it back. Ask him what he wants out of life, what he thinks his life will look like in ten years and what he thinks it will take to get there.
Aside from self-starting his homework, he should be doing his own laundry by now and figuring out some decent cooking skills too. He could make dinner for the family once a week, for example. Not only will this allow him to survive with some reasonable health (and clean clothes) in college, it'll help you out and let him contribute to the family while he's still home. :)
Yeah, he does his own washing mostly (sometimes I do it if I'm not too busy and it's in the big kids basket waiting to be done) and he can cook and helps out around the house, and he's an awesome big brother who helps out with baby sitting etc when required.
He's not a bad kid. He's pretty freaking awesome actually. He just sucks at studying and I'm actually not sure how to motivate him any more. Mav (the next one on the list) sits down and does his when it needs doing and seems to respond well when I ask how he's going, but for some reason, Aden has a chip on his shoulder about some things lately. I know his life has not been so easy a lot of the time. Being the oldest child and witness to some pretty bad stuff in his younger years has given him a lot to process through the years, so i sort of know why he is trying to blame me in a way. I actually think that when he gets older he'll regret the things he said today and has obviously been feeling for a while, but that doesn't help now.
I need to find a way to get him on track and ready to go forward. not wallow in his little pity party he's throwing for himself.
him telling me it's my fault he doesn't study well because I should have made him study more when he was younger so he'd have better study habits now.
I'm sorry, but ... :lol:
... but seriously? reminds me of me. I was a smart kid allowed to drift along with average work habits. It was only at uni I learned how to make myself knuckle down and get shit done.
Random thought ... would he be interested in joining the army or reserve, going to uni on that? That'd whip him into shape, work habits wise.
(Side thought: bloody hell, I sound soooo middle aged.)
You are middle aged zen. lol. What do you want to sound like?
I would rather he weren't in the armed forces, just cause i am his mother. He's in a program with school where he's guaranteed entry to exercise science at griffith as long as he doesn't fail anything. I think that might be half the problem.
He didn't seem too grumpy when he got home although he did keep to himself. We will talk over the weekend i think.
I think it's a good thing, or a good stage to be going through at least. He's no longer in the youthful denial of, "I'm doing fine, I don't have to work harder to succeed." He's now able to recognize that no, his study habits aren't good, and that's the direct cause of his mediocre grades. Now he's grasping at the last few straws he can find to try to still make it not his fault--"well, maybe it's my own fault, but it's really my mom's fault for making it my fault"--and I think soon after this stage will come real acceptance of full responsibility. I hope so anyway, for your sake Ali. :) My own brother turns 30 this year, and he's still in the "I can skate by and somehow everything will surely work out" stage.
My own brother turns 30 this year, and he's still in the "I can skate by and somehow everything will surely work out" stage.
Has it worked for him so far? It kinda infuriates me that for some people, they just skate by and it works for them. Or at least appears to.
Depends on what you consider success. He lives with my mom, and she bankrolls his life for the most part. Gave him her old car, pays for all the maintenance on it. A few years ago she remodeled his room in her house to include a dark room for his photography, which he doesn't really do anymore. These days it's music, and he gets a little money from gigs--the sad thing is he is actually quite talented, but you have to be a lot more than that if you're going to make it big in Austin--but she pays ("invests" ) for the studio time to record his albums, gets him plane tickets to fly to NY to have it professionally mixed by a top-notch engineer, etc.
So yeah, he's not on the street and doesn't worry about grocery money. He's cool with sleeping on a mattress on the floor in our mother's back room, so by that standard it's working well for him so far. Thing is, he has a girlfriend now for the first time in his life. She has a good job, is completely responsible... I don't know what the hell she sees in him, but I love her. And my mom's been remodeling her entire house for several weeks now, so he's had a crash course in living with this girlfriend while there's no water in my mom's house. I can easily see the girlfriend just taking over the payments, as it were.
But she wants a baby, bad. And I think she could probably talk him into it, because he'd figure he could just make it work somehow. And between the girlfriend and my mom, they probably could after all.
Sounds like it's working for him. Maybe they will start a family and he'll be a stay at home dad. Is he responsible enough to care for a kid? Of course, maybe the girlfriend wants that role, and he'll be expected to support a family. That would be a rude awakening.
Is he responsible enough to care for a kid?
I'm pretty sure he'd rise to the occasion. He's got way too much invested in
not being like our dad, he'd have to work hard at taking care of a kid just to prove how much better of a job he could do. I think it would be a hard adjustment for him, but he would definitely want to do well. He wouldn't be shy about asking for help from me and our mother, though. I suspect he wouldn't be ashamed to outright ask me to babysit the kid every day for free, you know, since I'm already home and all. But the girlfriend would never let him ask. She's got him planning something for Mother's Day for the first time in his life, so clearly she's a good influence on him.
she's a good influence on him.
bonus!
Freaking kids are irritating me, and i am still not speaking to my husband. I am going to be posting in the drunk thread tomorrow. Tonight i am going to sleep and they can all get buggered for all i care.
Sorry Ali. That sucks. You should talk to him. Can't resolve this and put it behind you without opening the lines of communication first. Sounds like it's festering and hurting the good vibes for the whole family.
Actually, I think I'd rather divorce him at this stage and never talk to him again. I am very angry.
Actually, I think I'd rather divorce him at this stage and never talk to him again. I am very angry.
If I may ask what did he do that was so bad?
Just lots of little things fargon. If I started on the list it'd be like that episode of the simpsons where homer and marg go on that couples retreat to fix their marriage, and when marg is asked what she's upset with her husband about, she's still going on the list 3 hours later.
I suppose some of them are big things. One of them is the lack of time he seems to want to give to us, his family. He works long hours, and I don't begrudge him that, but every second he's not working or sleeping, he goes fishing. While I think it's good that he has a hobby and he enjoys it, I don't think it's too much to ask for a husband to spend a day with me and the kids every once in a while. By once in a while I would be happy with one day a month at this stage, but even that seems to be too much to ask, and I'm sick of asking. That's what sparked the argument last weekend.
Having sufferd a divorce, I don't want you to go thru one. I would suggest writing him a letter, and tell him why you are mad. See if you can get a baby sitter for a weekend to try and re connect with him(my parents did this and it seemed to work)
My own divorce was over her infidelity, and there was no going back after she moved him in and thru me out.
You owe it to your kids to try to keep your marriage together.
You're right fargon, and I wont be the one to walk away even though I'm full of big talk on here. My family means everything to me.
I am just tired of saying the same things. I'm tired of feeling like I'm nagging. I'm tired of begging. Our relationship has been pretty shitty for some time now, and his answer to that is to go fishing. My response is to cling to the kids.
We need to sort it out, but it's not the right time yet. The dust needs to settle after last weekends doozy. Anything I write to him now is not going to come across how I mean it to, and anything I write is likely to be tinged with my anger and frustration anyway, which is not going to help. I know what i need to do. I just have to wait for the right time.
I guess I'm just doing a lot of venting here. I don't usually bring this sort of stuff up on here, but it's just a bit much now. I have to get it out somewhere. Better here than having another argument I guess.
Sounds tiring and frustrating, Ali. But I reckon you're right that timing is probably key to sorting this.
Good luck with it honey, and vent when you need.
Aliantha vent all you want. We are here for you.
Sounds awfully familiar to me. He must feel the need to go fishing and be away for some reason. I think therein lies your answer, not a weekend get-a-way.
A lot of folks suggested to me/us what fargon suggested but at that point it was too late, and even then it didn't address the real problem. While a weekend spent with him may solve your problem, I don't think it addresses what's making him scarce.
No doubt this stress and irritation is taking its toll on you. I'm sorry you are going through this.
Their gradumacation day was yesterday, but the corn holing college kids at the top of my driveway haven't moved out.
Get on, now, boys, time to move on to reality.
Are you sure they all graduated? Undergrad degrees can last 5, 6, 7 years these days... especially with all that important corn-holing to get done each day.
Its not like there is work to do, may as well suspend reality until all the loans come due.
Ursinus tuition is $44,350, so mommy and daddy do have good reason to make sure nobody has a second senior year.
UT, send them this link:
http://events.ursinus.edu/index.php?com=detail&eID=2180
Or use it yourself sometime after midnight :ghost:
Go ahead and vent, Ali. Sometimes the neglect is due to a need to get away, I agree. I think in some cases it can be a manifestation of selfishness that worsens until it becomes toxic. I know a woman whose husband has gone fishing (full time) for their entire 30-year marriage. She worked two jobs and raised the kids. He admits that he does it because he can and he's happy. She's not happy, but she chooses to remain in the marriage.
I suspect that, although communication is needed, a weekend isn't likely to do it. Maybe some couples' counseling? I'm very sorry this is happening.
My husband used to live this way before we met (apparently) when we met and for quire a few.years after wbe usd to do things together and with the kids, but he has gradually gone back to his old lifestyle and he doesnt seem to think theres anything wrong with it. His personal grooming has always been an issue also, but i gave up on that a long time ago. :(
Has anyone ever thrown their phone into a river, and how did that feel?i hate this phone.
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Has anyone ever thrown their phone into a river, and how did that feel?i hate this phone.
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Probably it felt like this:
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Drama on the playground.
There's a boy in Minifob's class, we'll call him James. They were in the same class last year as well, wherein they were best friends, but not really good influences on each other. They amped each other up, as best friends tend to do. My personal assessment was that James is ADHD, and I'm pretty sure the parents medicated him halfway through the year because he made this very sudden switch from crazy-hyper-impulsive-but-friendly to never-smiling-calm-but-mean.
Anyway, I asked for them to be separated this year but it didn't happen, and now they actively hate each other. James is actually the lesser of two major reasons we were desperate to change school environments. I hear every day about how James said this mean thing, or organized the boys into rejecting him from some game, and how they fight all the time and taunt each other with the fact that neither will be invited to the other's birthday party. (James' birthday was in the fall and Minifob was indeed not invited, which was actually a relief to me.)
Now Minifob's birthday is coming up in a week, and the rhetoric about not inviting James must have reached a peak and made it home to his parents, because out of the blue, his mother is emailing me to schedule a playdate. I asked Minifob, but he has made it clear he does not want a playdate with this kid under any circumstances. Thing is, it's not impossible that this boy doesn't even really get that Minifob hates him, he seems like the type (or maybe the meds have made him the type) that figures everyone is just mean to everyone and there couldn't be any larger consequences to be derived from that...
So now I have to figure out a way to put off this mom, hopefully without telling her to her face that my kid hates hers. I used our new Cub Scout commitment as my latest excuse, since I don't know what night this week the den meeting will be yet... but that's dangerous, since the idea might make her decide to sign her kid up too. On the other hand, if James appears in his den Minifob is likely to want to quit. So that could work out for me in the long run.
Gawd, I thought girl children were supposed to be the drama queens.
No, it's always the moms. Been there, done that, thankfully almost out of that territory..... I put off unwanted playdates by boring them to tears with our schedule while allegedly trying to find 23 minutes where I could drop my child off and pick them up in time for the next gig if mom can assure me he'll be ready on the curb by precisely 3:21........ ;)
stupid kittens with more curiosity than good sense.... has gone wandering upstairs somewhere... and hasn't come back and now I have to keep the dogs separated out until the independent little cuss decides to wander on back to the cat room - so of course I'm getting sweet piss all done today worrying on the bugger
I've been getting some casual part time work from the (other) uni, which is good. Not quite enough to support myself year round, but a good start.
Over recent years, the academic support unit has been juggled through various administrative structures, and this year it started "fresh" with a new coordinator. He was told to plan a roster and not go over (or under) budget, but could never get an answer to what the budget actually was.
Turns out he guessed high, and thosetoblamefor85% have basically forced him to cut everyone's hours by a third.
With three weeks to go in first semester when it is busy as hell.
Ahh, yes, I remember his bullshit. :right:
Turns out he guessed high, and thosetoblamefor85% have basically forced him to cut everyone's hours by a third.
Sorry, that should be cut by
half, as of next semester, with a longer down time during mid year break.
Mild irritation which comes from a difference of tastes and opinions.
No advice or sympathy sought, although I'm not trying to censor comments.
The two Johns are coming up this weekend.
I know I am not invited to the meal out. I have absolutely no issue with that - three childhood friends, three long-term wives (although one is a second wife... only married 30 years the cheeky minx)
But I expected to help out with the faux-bbq the next day.
I thought Mum was rejecting my suggestions for being "too much". Which is ridiculous, because for a small lunch, an actual bbq requires far more effort and preparation. And if you are going to chuck on cheap burgers and sausages, most of them will be wasted, as will the buns.
I wanted to get some frozen salmon, defrost and marinate and cook in the oven. Ditto chicken breasts, and/ or ribs. Bake up some garlic bread and/ or serve with new potatoes in garlic butter salad. No. Too much.
Saw their shopping list today. Enough cheap burgers and sausages to feed the 5,000, ditto rolls and buns. Shop bought potato salad and coleslaw, sausage rolls, chicken drumsticks and crisps.
Now I do have a sneaky suspicion that she just doesn't want me around in case I swipe some alcohol. Which is a reasonable and deserved reaction. It won't be in case I show them up, because I never have, in front of visitors. I have been drunk in front of other people, but never in my own house.
I think it's more that she just has the idea set in her mind.
It's not a big meal!
It's not about cooking!
I don't want to spend all day preparing it!
But she just can't relax and hand it over to me.
Tcha. What was the biggest success at my 40th? Ribs I'd simply marinated and then shoved in the oven. I was lucky to get two, they went so fast. And even if they don't trust my recipes, ALL of Tesco's bbq range can be oven-cooked, because we get so few good days a year. Oh and yeah, it's going to rain Sunday.
Still. Dad's friends and her house. So I can only moan here.
I will spend the afternoon hiding in my bedroom pretending not to exist if that's what it takes for them to enjoy the day. And I don't mean that sarcastically.
Okay, update.
I was partly wrong.
Apparently one of the Johns is extremely faddy about his food.
He'd be like "Garlic bread? You're joking!? It's like garlic... and bread" (Peter Kay)
Don't see why the rest of them should suffer for it, but perhaps she's right in that marinated salmon might blow his mind.
I still disagree about the ribs.
Far cleaner to cook and I'm sure he'd manage a few.
Mum says "I don't want them to have to sit down. At least with a burger you can hold it in your hand." That, ladies and gentlemen, was where I bowed out. Because even my Mum doesn't eat a rib with a knife and fork.
I think I'm just craving ribs :yum:
Anyway, making my strawberries and cream cakes for them.
I offered all the classics. Because it is pretty traditional to have a cup of tea and a slice of cake on arrival (sure it is in many places.) So I was offering traditional cakes. Mum jumped at the cakes I made them for their anniversary, which is her right of course, and shows they were as appreciated as their swift disappearace suggested.
All I can do about the rest is enjoin her not to throw anything away until I have had a chance to look at it. Beefburgers, sausages and even buns can be frozen and reincarnated into more interesting dishes. Maybe I'll even try bread & butter pudding...
I've said my piece and will be on hand as my newly slimmed down self, cleaning and clearing and helping. Or hiding in my room pretending I don't exist. I can deal with either without rancour now I get to make some cakies :)
bread and butter pudding is dead easy, and you can put anything in that you want flavour wise. Chocolate chips go down a treat here with the kids, but they also like the traditional jam and raisins. :)
My sis in law arguing with me on fb about how men and women should behave. I'm sure some of you can see it. Most of you probably don't want to.
Me too. I just had to explain to my best mate why Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit wasn't in the TripleJ hottest 100 of the last 20 years.
Oh great. Well thank you very much for THAT, Zen. Excuse me while I go slit my old, wrinkled wrists in private.
You think that's bad? I read recently that a team of archeologists is excavating a site where Atari used to dump their unsold games. They're hoping to find a stash of about 2 million ET games.
That's right.
Archeologists are searching for the ruins of our childhood.
:crone: indeed.
Geez. I was hoping to come here and find some inspiration. All I got was confirmation. I'm a dumb old crone who's living in the past. A time when it was ok to say women should act like ladies and they might get treated like one. A time when it was ok to say women and men should be held to certain standards. Sometimes life is just a pain in the arse crack.
I refer to it as entering my geezerhood ...
If anyone tried entering my geezerhood I'm sure it would be a pain in my arse crack too.
:lol:
On my best day I couldn't go toe to toe with you, foot.
:lol:
On my best day I couldn't go toe to toe with you, foot.
See, you just did.
"Irritating" is too strong a word, but I'm suspiciously perplexed.
I don't use LinkedIn, but I'm on there, and a woman I know just extended an invitation to join her network so I ended up on the site. One of the people it suggested I might know is a former Dwellar whose name starts with R and ends with adar.
There were no shared connections, and no clues about why LinkedIn might think I know him. I've never emailed him, and I'm not connected to any other Dwellars on LinkedIn that I can recall. I'm trying to figure out how they became so clairvoyant...
1. Your friends gave LinkedIn the ability to search their mailboxes for new connections.
2. They didn't Link to him, but LinkedIn remembered the connection anyway.
3. They Linked to you.
4. Their email connections may be real connections for you in real life, LI thinks. Maybe moreso, if two or more of your Linkers have messages from him in their email boxens.
That's my theory
Ohh, it's just the NSA trying to be helpful. Why is everyone so paranoid?
Mother is a super-spiteful mode today.
I have avoided it so far, but she's really laying into Dad.
She's now told him to bin the stupid fucking roses he's planted in pots.
Not sure how they have aroused her ire, but she says she didn't ask for them, didn't want them, only wanted two to plant on the graves so they may as well be binned.
And he will. He'll put them in the bin, just because she is in a pissy mood.
SLAM goes the microwave. BANG goes the cupboard.
It honestly isn't me this time, we had a pleasant convo this morning.
I'm still going to hide though.
We'll play nicey-nicey-family later because Maureen is coming over.
I'll still hide. It's extremely rare for me to eat with them anyway as dinner is a flashpoint.
Maybe it was an email, she was on here just before me.
I must teach you to knit next time you're here. It's great for removing yourself from the immediate environment ;-)
Sent by thought transference
Removing yourself from the immediate environment is key in (abusive) these situations. Knitting is a good way. So is Zen breathing while focusing on something in the distance. Even though others will decide you're touched, you tend to get excused early.
1. Your friends gave LinkedIn the ability to search their mailboxes for new connections.
2. They didn't Link to him, but LinkedIn remembered the connection anyway.
3. They Linked to you.
4. Their email connections may be real connections for you in real life, LI thinks. Maybe moreso, if two or more of your Linkers have messages from him in their email boxens.
That's my theory
Is there any way to tell if someone legitimately wants a contact rather than just having poor information hygiene?
Is there any way to tell if someone legitimately wants a contact rather than just having poor information hygiene?
They would send you a request to be linked. Linkedin will only make suggestions as to people you might know, e.g. email contacts of emails contacts as opposed to friends of friends.
I've seen this happen with Linkedin. They asked me to let them scan my email folder for people I may know who are on linkedin. I did and then they by default check every box to be sent an invitation, you have to go through your entire list to decide who to send invites to and who not. I did this and they still sent invites to people I did not want to invite. Then I noticed a bunch of suggestions of people who are only connected to me by certain business contacts who I did not invite, leading me to assume linkedin made that decision for me.
Is LinkedIn useful for anything?
It seems to just be another way for salesmen to pester me. Maybe I'm doing it wrong.
If you're in an isolated industry, it can be helpful. When hunting for audio contracts in the past, I have scrolled through looking for the names of companies that old coworkers are now working for, because they are all small independent game outfits that you wouldn't necessarily know are in town except by word-of-mouth. But other than cold job-hunting leads like that, no, it does nothing.
I heard from The Mac Guys finally, $585.00 for a new back light. SHIT I just bought a used laptop. SHIT
Here's what you need to know: you can still sell that old Mac on eBay for a top price, in the "for parts or not working" category.
Thank You again sir. But I to them to recycle the piece of shit, I wish that I had thought of that.
If it was a 2010 MacBook Pro 15, and the only thing wrong was the backlight, you just gave away about $400-$600.
It's worth a trip back there, saying you made a terrible mistake and don't want to have it recycled. But they probably won't give it back.
On Wed (6/26) I paid for some 5 ft cedar fence pickets for @ $1.66
I took about half of the order in my pickup and trailer.
On Thurs, I took the load to the coast (85 miles) and returned for the rest of the order.
As I was checking out, I noticed a new sales flyer on the counter
for the same pickets..."starting 6/28/13" @$1.88
Great Sale... marked UP 22 cents each !
you've reduced the supply and thereby increased the scarcity, thus the increase in price.
go capitalism, go free markets.
On Wed (6/26) I paid for some 5 ft cedar fence pickets for @ $1.66
I took about half of the order in my pickup and trailer.
On Thurs, I took the load to the coast (85 miles) and returned for the rest of the order.
As I was checking out, I noticed a new sales flyer on the counter
for the same pickets..."starting 6/28/13" @$1.88
Great Sale... marked UP 22 cents each !
five footers... how wide?
Here's where I'm gonna get my cedar fence materials. you'd have to drive farther than your 85 mile stretch though... plus sales tax.
CEDAR FENCING
1x6x6' 1.09ea.
1x4x5 2 for $1.00
five footers... how wide?
@V:
Here (on line "SALE" price)
5/8" x 5 1/2" x 5 ' cedar #2
That does look like a good $ deal - if cedar is suitable quality.
Sitting in Newark airport waiting for my second flight of the day - delayed at least 2 1/2 hours. This makes 4 out of 4 late flights on this short trip to Ottawa, lots of nail-biting and running through airports like a fool only to find out my connection's delayed 2+ hours, and no advance information or updates from the airline. United, you suck. At the very least, you owe me a free drink.
Quite literally mildly irritating me today is a splash of Worcestershire Sauce.
In my eye.
Don't ask.
sounds sexy, looks painful.
and not in the good way.
Sounds sexy, but not in a good way.
After all, a little pain never hurt anyone.
A little pain can be sexy, in the right circumstances ...
But Worcestershire in the eye? Painful. Not sexy.
:lol: Freaks.
After Plthijinx's warning about not masturbating after handling jalepeno peppers, and now this, us weirdos may be opening up a new field of sexual kink: condiment related S&M.
What's next? Ladies, try a dab of wasabi in the pink zone. Chaps, raw ginger in the prostate region. Report back. :lol:
Trust me, the ladies don't need wasabi. We do just fine ...
Raw ginger in the prostate region? :eek: Report back, mates!
:lol: Freaks.
After Plthijinx's warning about not masturbating after handling jalepeno peppers, and now this, us weirdos may be opening up a new field of sexual kink: condiment related S&M.
What's next? Ladies, try a dab of wasabi in the pink zone. Chaps, raw ginger in the prostate region. Report back. :lol:
Freaks?
I prefer "sensation-junkie", thank you very much.
By the way, I doubt there's much new under the sun.
These folks put out a great spread.I went looking for an old story I saw in a JPEG of a medical juornal about a woman who went to the doctor fearing cervical cancer and found her partner of the night before had simply inserted a clove of garlic while she slept (... without waking her!).
I couldn't find the story, but "garlic vagina" returns over a million hits on google. This is totally a thing.
I am nearly at the end of Philip Pullman's trilogy and I really don't want to leave that world.
I went looking for an old story I saw in a JPEG of a medical juornal about a woman who went to the doctor fearing cervical cancer and found her partner of the night before had simply inserted a clove of garlic while she slept (... without waking her!).
I couldn't find the story, but "garlic vagina" returns over a million hits on google. This is totally a thing.
Yeah, "My partner put it up there while I slept" is the female equivalent of "I fell on it." A clove of garlic up the hoo-ha is one of many supposed home remedies for a yeast infection. I'd bet any amount of money that she stuck it up there herself, then couldn't get it back out again.
Emergency Departments frequently see women who've stuck something up themselves and then been unable to get it out. The most common thing is a tampon with a lost string, typically in place for days by the time the woman comes in.
Yeah, "My partner put it up there while I slept" is the female equivalent of "I fell on it."
The proper excuse is "I fell on it
while doing the housework in the nude". I mean, you have to come up with a believable explanation.
Ortho, that sounds like one of the less fun jobs to get in the casualty ward. I'm sure there are much, much worse.
Got the insurance payment for my kids' colonoscopy/endoscopy/pill cam procedures 6 weeks ago.
1.) My daughter's pill cam was dismissed as unapproved, despite my having an approval letter in my possession.
2.) The supposedly standard "member rates" did not match for any pair of procedures between the two kids.
3.) Apparently they think my son did not have a colonoscopy at all, but rather a "proctosigmoidosis with tumor ablation."
So I called, registered all these errors with the nice man on the phone, and everything has been sent back for review. The sad thing is, this only barely registers for the mildly irritating thread, and definitely not the upsetting thread, because this is just how this shit works. Standard Operating Procedure. Last time the kids had their scopes done, it took me 6 months to get it all processed and paid correctly. That was with a different insurance company, but that's actually pretty irrelevant, I've learned.
Has been a day of minor irritation, really.
Building and building until my brain exploded out of my ears, causing an almighty mess in the spare room, ruining the carpet and the sofa bed. I mean I was able to clean the computer and the walls but I'll never get the copper smell out of the soft furnishings.
Tried to be helpful to the 'rents and applied for a benefit that Dad is entitled to.
Online.
Kept having to go back to Mum for more and more information.
Fair enough, but imagine poor old Dad trying to apply for it with his Swiss cheese memory. While I was getting the info the system kept logging me out. Grrrrrrr. I can't be the only person who would have to consult a list or a diary or a calendar to complete the form.
Still, all done now. Mostly.
Just have to make a phone call regarding the information that has to be sent via snail mail, whether copies are acceptable and what address to send them to. You know, minor details like that which aren't given on the website and the link provided doesn't work...
Of course if it does go through it could mean an extra £200 per month for them. Talk about worthwhile. It's what he will receive as opposed to Mum getting a carer's allowance, beause she is retired. Given the amount of hospital appointments she has to get him to, and the amount of tablets she has to sort and get him to take, AND all the taxis because he gets confused by the new bus schedule, it
is a little extra jam for their bread, but it is deserved. If he didn't have Mum it would cost the State a heck of a lot more.
Then a general email went out from W, my new employers.
Including this line
As a team our aim is to enter into branch with no overdue Multimedia. Can everyone please log onto their Multimedia from home to see how much they have left to compete [sic]
and
I've included a list of everything that's overdue/ will be overdue soon
The attached list of people who needed to complete multimedia training was SO LONG that when I typed my reply I had to sit and watch each letter coming up about 5 second intervals. I felt like I was living in slo-mo. Except my frustration was in real time.
Anyway, I replied saying I was very happy to undertake additional training. Which I am! But I did also include a scan of my original communication which says
At home you will only need to complete the training programmes below
and
Any other training programmes will be completed at a later stage in Branch.
Because I don't like an email being circulated to all staff suggesting I have not completed ELEVEN modules which I was not aware I needed to. NB - my response went to the Manager that sent the email, not to the distribution list.
Response?
I should have been clearer in the email, the training is in addition to the original and is just to give us the best chance of keeping up to date when we get in to branch.
Yes. You should have been clearer. In a telling it like it actually is way.
There was something else.
I know there was.
I came on here thinking "three things I want to get off my chest".
But maybe I've just maxed out my irritation for the day.
Am calm now. Blessedly so.
I'm really hoping I can get the 'rents their benefits and I
am looking forward to doing my extra training because the truth is that the more I know before I start, the better I'll be able to do my job and the easier it will be.
Oh I was lying about my brains coming out of my ears.
In case you were worried about the carpet.
But I loved the part about the copper. ;)
Glad all is calm now, and kudos for going after the benefits for the 'rents. You are awesome.
I never think of that smell as copper--to me, it's pure [COLOR="DarkRed"]IRON[/COLOR].
Often, when I'm grocery shopping, I stop to look at some product, something not completely a 'given' like toilet paper or dishwashing liquid is.
So, as I'm looking over the tiny handheld brushes used to comb the hair of any rats I may be keeping as pets, all of a sudden four other people are in great need of tiny handheld brushes to comb the hair of any rats they are keeping as pets.
It's a metaphor, really.
The way Dwellars shit on religion every chance they get, and yet, when I say something about a certain religion you fuckers line up to tell me how fucked up I am, and how 'phobic' I am.
It fucking makes me sick. You folks absolutely disgust me sometimes.
I didn't say that the way I wanted to. I mean, I meant what I said, I just didn't express myself well.
Apologies if I twisted anyone's nipples too hard, there. Came off harsher than intended.
It's hot today, in the high eighties. I know lots of you don't think that's very hot, but it's uncomfortable in the house. I have a couple fans, they're doing their best. What's irritating to me today is in an effort to cool myself from the inside out, I went to the freezer to get some ice. I found a tray of ice cubes, sitting on an empty tray.
??
You took two ice trays out, emptied one, put the full one on top of the empty one and put the stack back in the freezer? Why?
V, i'm with you there. It shits me when people are so lazy. Happens around here a lot. :/
Remember 'eggies'? Spose to cook/hard boil your eggs in the microwave. Well, I use them for ice thingies, they ain't cubes, ya see. Fill 'em w/water, freeze 'em, and you get great big ice 'cubes'. Run a little water over them and they'll pop right out. Bigger ice lasts longer.
Tha's a good point, Gravdigr.
I use a similar strategy by taking my water bottle (Nalgene, 1 liter) and filling it partly, say, 2/3. Then I put that in the freezer, lying on it's side so I can have room to get the water in and room to swirl it about when I fill after it's frozen. Now that I think of it, I should have two of these in rotation.
One of the technical writers I regularly have to work with obviously learned English as a second language. It's bad enough that the dude is getting paid to write poorly, and I am left cleaning up his grammar on the fly as I try to record his scripts... but today, the dumbass sent me a "bug" that I didn't record one screwed-up bit exactly as written, with our boss and several coworkers CC'ed. I had to concoct a very diplomatically-worded email explaining why I assumed it was a "typing error" on the grounds that it didn't match previous scripts I have done for this client, rather than the grounds that that's not how English is spoken, you idiot.
"People learn English all the time, it aren't that hard!"
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Don't have a fing for Mum's birfday :(
I bought fings, but none have arrived yet.
I do have until 3 September. I'm just being impatient.
And I have the card, wrapping paper, ribbons etc.
Just hate paying for things and having to wait.
ETA - today's post has just arrived.
Nothing for Mum.
A replacement came for Diz's bed (it's about five years old now and he's barfed and weed in it and it's been washed & dried plenty of times.)
I bought a mini-snuggle sack from eBay. No sizes given, but as it was in the Cat Supplies section I assumed it was only "mini" in that it was for a kitten/ small cat as opposed to a Maine Coon or a dog.
No.
It is in the Cat Supplies section because it is a handy way for cats to store the mice they bring in.
It's hamster size. Even the packaging (not shown on eBay) shows a hamster living it up inside.
So that has to go back. Grrr. Cross.
For some reason I seem to have Grumpy Wednesdays.
Might be because it's the fourth day in a row of setting up the counter. And the third day I get up at 05.00.
I've bin bit.
I'm not having an allergic reaction, small itchy lump.
But when I say itchy I mean SWEET FSM IT ITCHES ALL THE TIME.
Ant bite maybe, as it's actually two or three in a small cluster.
Summer. Hey.
Ant bites are just about the worst.
Not irritating (although those bloody ant bites...!) just an update.
Got everything I ordered for Mum except a DVD.
I start wrapping tomorrow.
I'd make a lame joke like "Watch out Slim Shandy" but I'd show myself up.
Lyrics websites. One site gets the lyrics wrong (where it originates, I do not know) and the 14 billion other lyrics sites copy the same error. And don't dare try to cut and paste a smidgeon of lyric...IT IS VERBOTEN.
Bah, I miss the older, purer interwebz. Interwebz grew to mostly suck eggs. It's all ads and mistakes that perpetuate themselves.
OH, wesnet, why did you desert me?
You were slow, but I didn't know.
(Lyrics I wrote for someone to misquote and fuck up later.) ;)
Theoretical question: if your indoor-cat-who-is-always-inexplicably-outdoors were to be killed by a neighbor's dog who had broken free of its leash, would you fault the neighbor or accept it as a risk you took in letting your cat outside?
(No pets died in the making of this post. )
If the neighbors made a good faith effort to restrain the dog, and the dog broke free, then that's an accident, and I don't think they are to blame. (The law may think differently.) Allowing a cat to roam free outside is taking many risks. Safety can not be guaranteed or expected.
I'd be inclined, if I could afford it, to offer to contribute to any vet costs if the cat hadn't been killed outright. But I think legally there would be no fault. As long as the dog hasn't been allowed to roam, and doesn't attack people or other dogs.
I think it's a fairly accepted thing that dogs will chase and even attack cats without necessarily being considered 'dangerous dogs' as such.
It would also probably depend on where the dog was when it attacked. If it went into next door's garden and killed next door's cat; then the dog's owners would be liable for any costs incurred or distress caused (I think), even if the owners had gone to reasonable lengths to keep the dog contained.
I'm inclined to think it's an accident, but some friends on FB have said the dog should be put down and that they would sue the dog's owners.
Nobody euthanizes and sues a cat for killing a bird, right? Interesting to me the difference.
A friend also keeps saying that dog could attack a baby next! Which I feel is totally apples to oranges.
and that they would sue the dog's owners.
That's just ridiculous. How are they going to prove some sort of financial loss over the death of the cat? If the cat was very valuable, maybe as a breeding cat, they might have a case, but then they would be negligent to allow such an expensive cat to roam free. A coyote or fox could take the cat, or a car could hit it, or it could get trapped somewhere, or catch a disease. The cat owners are more to blame than the dog owner. And it was probably just a regular cat anyway. Loved, sure, but not of any financial value.
Dog owners are generally held responsible for the actions for their animals, so they do bear responsibility. But if the cat died, what are they supposed to do? Buy a new one?
Most dogs have a natural instinct to chase and hunt if an animal runs. A baby won't run.
Legally, I believe the dog-owner would be liable.
Loved, sure, but not of any financial value.
Like children?
But if the cat died, what are they supposed to do? Buy a new one?
They're supposed to do the same thing as if the dog dented someone's car, or chewed up their fancy plastic fence. Fix it, or replace it, and provide compensation for loss. Loss of, whatever, value, affection, appearance, performance, companionship, peace of mind...
I updated my Tapatalk app and hate the new layout. Grumble.
Thanks for the warning.
That's another update I won't be getting.
I've got the iPhone 4S and didn't do the iOS upgrade, and I've heard nothing but grumbling about it. Glad I didn't make that jump.
I updated to iOS 7 and it's different, but not causing me any problems. I rather like the interface. I also have a iPhone 4S. Ordered a 5S at the end of September; we'll see how many weeks it takes to ship. In the meantime, my 4S has signaled its impending end via a clouded screen and no sounds whatsoever unless I have the phone open and active. So I miss all my calls, texts, and emails. :mad:
Also, my 'net has been down for 3 days. I've resorted to Starbucks, which this afternoon is filled with young girls sitting together at tables, staring at their phones, and not drinking coffee or buying anything else.
Finally scored a table though, and an outlet as well! Yowza!
@Ortho
Have you tried rebooting. I had a couple of minor issues with ios7 but that fixed em.
Yes, I've rebooted the modem and router multiple times, gone into the router page and checked things, and finally called Comcast. They couldn't reboot it from their end so I get to wait for the cable guy tomorrow.
I could've saved myself all the rebooting if I'd just turned on the TV. It's conveniently displaying a giant message that says 'A problem with your connection has been detected. Please call Comcast'. :smack:
Thanks for the warning.
That's another update I won't be getting.
I've got the iPhone 4S and didn't do the iOS upgrade, and I've heard nothing but grumbling about it. Glad I didn't make that jump.
In a moment of mental abstraction, for which I never can forgive myself, I updated to IOS7.
I shan't bore you with the hideous details and fallout of that debacle, but the upshot is: if I ever meet an Apple employee I will punch them in the neck and summarily beat the shit out of them, just for being an apple employee. I don't care if they are head of marketing or the janitor, they are getting an ass kicking.
I'm not proud of this next part, but I will probably piss on them while they lie on the ground, moaning.
I hope your animosity doesn't extend to iOS7 users who don't mind it ...
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I hope your animosity doesn't extend to iOS7 users who don't mind it ...
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As long as they don't work for apple they can do whatever they like.:D
This is fairly irritating:
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No calling, no texting, no cell phone internet.:mad2:
I'm showing four bars, and a "No Service" alert. How the fuck can I have four bars and no service?
"Emergency Calls Only"
Doesn't really matter, nobody calls me much anyway.
It is a pisser though.
That's nothing compared to
this, though.
Your dad ordered a new roof for your house? :confused:
I think I'd have chosen a different color ... something that wouldn't show the mulberries. I'd be worried about your dad too, although with a little luck there won't be any need for him to get up on the new roof ... ? Sorry, grav.
IDK if you're aware, Ortho, but Momdigr & Popdigr live with me.
Nobody I've discussed this with sees why I would be upset with a free roof I didn't ask for (or even know about). So far everybody would just say 'Hey, a new roof.', and be done with it. I guess I'll eventually get there, I damn sure ain't tearing it off.
Now if I can get the old man to take some money, I'll be happier, but I don't think I'll ever be happy about this.
As for the color...:facepalm: light sand.
Maybe it'll be cooler in summer, idk.
IDK if you're aware, Ortho, but Momdigr & Popdigr live with me.
As for the color...:facepalm: light sand.
I didn't know ... sorry I posted in the other thread asking the same question.
He meant well ...... :(
Metal roofs have many advantages. They are a premium roof. I understand you think it's ugly, and that's an important consideration, but it's not like he replaced the asphalt shingle roof with an inferior product. I'd love to have a metal roof. They are cooler in the summer, shed snow better in the winter, and last longer. If there's every a fire in your neighborhood, a metal roof is much more fire resistant.
And I actually think it looks good.
Be sure to get a few sets of noise-cancelling headphones for that yearly hail storm.
IDK if you're aware, Ortho, but Momdigr & Popdigr live with me.
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Now if I can get the old man to take some money, I'll be happier,
but I don't think I'll ever be happy about this.
As for the color...:facepalm: light sand.
Grav, I've had the same experience with my Dad when he was living with us,
... and now my daughters are having those kinds of issues with me !
I believe it comes from an inevitable feeling of losing control as us old farts get older and older.
So $ becomes, some sense a way of maintaining our self-images.
We don't want to impose ourselves into the lives of our adult children,
but we have had a lifetime of being "the parent" and it's hard to give up that role.
AND, we don't want the squabbles that often come from "offering" or "suggesting" that we help out.
To us, an offer rejected or resisted by our kids is both a good thing
(showing their independence and maturity) and a bad thing
(showing they don't need us as much any more)
I'll bet your Dad had the very best of intentions of trying to "help" you,
and I doubt that, in his mind, it had anything to do with "home ownership".
A simple "Thank you, Dad" would probably do a lot more (for him), than any offer of $.
The ios7 for iphone is horrible. It has some nice additional functionality but it looks fucking horrible. Flimsy and flat, like pictures in a child's colouring book.
And the movement. Yech. All those fancy flourishes, do not need.
I told you, but would you listen?
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Smarty pants.
...but we have had a lifetime of being "the parent" and it's hard to give up that role.
There's the root, kinda. See, they owned this house, then sold it. Then, after one in-between owner and a few years, I bought it. It still feels like
their home, I'm sure. And, it is...But it's now
my house.
I'll bet your Dad had the very best of intentions
Absolutely, no doubt, whatsoever.
A simple "Thank you, Dad" would probably do a lot more (for him), than any offer of $.
It will be
hell trying to get him to take money. But, I won't be able to live with myself if I let the old man pay for a new roof. Might just buy him something.
None of my friends understand why I'm upset about this.
Friends: "Ya got a free roof, fool, STFU."
OK, tropical depression Karen remnants, you can move off into the Atlantic now. We don't need you sticking around for this 3 day weekend. Three days of heavy rain is enough already.
Maybe it is only mildly irritating, but it is pretty horrid right now.
Dinner recipe called for real onions, not red onions. I always buy red onions because they are milder, less likely to give me onion breath and they hust my eyes less.
Sweet FSM I was unprepared for the ferocity of white onions after all this time.
Wept copiously and still sore now.
Hurt worse than buggery, but with none of the delayed pleasure.
Well, maybe after 3 hours when my casserole is done, but I'm sharing it with the'rents so that similie is more inappropriate than ever.
I am all prepped, casserole in oven, hands washed and back up here. But still want to grind my fists into my eyes saying, "Ow! Ow! Stop it!"
If'n I ever get to go to a "What Scares You The Most" party (I may hold one for me & the Dizcat) I will go as a strong onion. Diz will go as Dinner Being Late, though I'm not sure how we can portray that. A very existential cat is Diz.
I've heard that if you cut them underwater then they don't bother your eyes. I wonder who first came up with that idea, and if they ever tried it. How in the world are you supposed to cut onions under water?
Oh well. Just heard Mum say, "I didn't think that much of it, not seeing she'd been cooking it since lunchtime."
1) not true, it was in the oven for 3 hours is all. I was doing sweet FA.
2) ow
3) bet Nigel Slater's Mum never said that
ETA.
Maybe I misheard.
More likely Mum was saying one thing to me and something else to Dad.
But she called upstairs to say the meat was absolutely gogeous. Which makes me think it is the latter. She may not have enjoyed the sauce or other ingredients (she did say there was far too much onion) but she loved the pigs' cheeks.
Good enough for me. Happy again.
Esp bearing in mind they were about £1.20.
Neighbors are adding a room onto their house, which they rent, how's that for a good landlord?
Sawing, hammering, and, of all things, grinding on something...ON SUNDAY. The mower should start in a hour, or so.
Inconsiderate morons...
A skunk just sprayed somewhere outside tonight and the entire house stinks.
My wife asked me to buy some Avett Brothers tickets since she doesn't have computer access at work. There is going to be a small pre-sale of 600 seats starting at 1:00pm today just for the fans on the mailing list. She sent me the email with the instructions.
So 15 minutes ago, I pull up the email to check out that I can get to the site. and it appears the tickets went on sale at noon. They were already gone.
She told me several times it was at 1:00, so I didn't read the email closely. Oh well. We'll be fighting the masses for the remaining 9000 seats in a week or two instead of the fanatics for the 600 seats today.
Sundae, contacts prevent onion eyes. So when you win the lottery and get some groovy Halloween lenses, wear them to chop. I used to cry with one eye chopping onions when I only wore one lens.
Contact lenses concentrate the irritating chemicals underneath, against the cornea. They make any irritant or toxic exposure many times worse. When someone comes in with an exposure to fumes/aerosols/gases/airborne irritants, the first thing to do is to take the contacts out.
but they work for onions.
and chlorine fumes. But don't swim in them unless you wear goggles.
oh and some people find they ease hayfever symptoms too, although others find they exacerbate them.
I'm glad your contacts work when you're cutting onions, but as a general principle, contacts concentrate any airborne chemical underneath. Typically this results in increased irritation. Chlorine fumes would definitely be concentrated, which explains your recommendation not to swim while wearing contacts unless you wear goggles.
Every airborne chemical will be concentrated between a contact lens and the cornea. Onions, chlorine, it doesn't matter.
Yeah, I'm unique. lucky me :D When I win the lottery, I'm going to buy me a set of conformity.
Yeah, I'm unique. lucky me :D
Yeah, given that everyone else is by definition not unique, you might want to hold off on recommending that they all chop onions with contact lenses in.
It's not likely to end happily, is all I'm sayin'.
This wouldn't happen if you use sweet onions. They're more expensive but no more tears.
Sundae, contacts prevent onion eyes. ...
Contact lenses concentrate the irritating chemicals underneath, against the cornea. They make any irritant or toxic exposure many times worse. ...
but they work for onions.
and chlorine fumes. But don't swim in them unless you wear goggles.
I'm glad your contacts work when you're cutting onions, but as a general principle, contacts concentrate any airborne chemical underneath. Typically this results in increased irritation. Chlorine fumes would definitely be concentrated, which explains your recommendation not to swim while wearing contacts unless you wear goggles. ...
Yeah, I'm unique. lucky me :D When I win the lottery, I'm going to buy me a set of conformity.
Yeah, given that everyone else is by definition not unique, you might want to hold off on recommending that they all chop onions with contact lenses in. ...
I'll settle this:
SUNDAE! WEAR YOUR SWIMMING GOGGLES WHILE CUTTING ONIONS!I'ma just gonna buy frozen diced onions as soon as I get my discount card at work.
Already done, not bleeding from the eyes - sorry, watering, just feels like bleeding. And always fresh.
Thanks for the contribs - I honestly can't remember if I had this problem when I wore contacts; my most frequent onion cutting escapades came after I had my eyes lasered. And no, I don't think there was any connection to that because I remember surprising my Food & Nutrition teacher at school at just how badly I could react. She literally sent me to Matron.
This new LEED certified building of ours has a fire alarm system that only goes off on the affected floor, and one above, and one below.
But if you aren't on one of those floors you can sometimes hear the distant alarm. So I'm sitting here and the alarm is going off on other floors. I'm not supposed to evacuate, but WTF? Supposedly, if it's a bad fire, or a big emergency, then the whole building will get the alarm.
I've got a trust issue with this system.
or a training issue.
how do you know the old fire alarms meant evacuate? did you ever see the building on fire? but you were *trained* to respond to a given signal in a given way. now, that's changed and the old training is what's stimulating you to act, even though it's not the same signal, and should not have the same response.
Came home to an open refrigerator tonight. fuck.
13 hours. my poor beer
As I age, I find more and more things that make me think "now THIS is what a man would be good for."
I'm trying to hang new blinds. My cheap ass cordless screwdriver wouldn't go into reverse, so I could fix what I fucked up before (attested to by the sound of blinds falling to the ground in another room.) Now I can't get it to go into forward. I have no stepping device, so I'm working in the air, and the morning sun is blinding me.
So I'm thinking of a man walking in here, power drill in a tool belt. I hear the music from The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly. The man takes the drill from his holster, twirls it a couple times, and in seconds my blinds are hanging straight and proud.
I look at him with unfettered adoration. I bat my eyes. I invite him to come to supper, but alas, the land is his girl, and he jumps on his horse, tips his hat, and turns to ride off into the sunrise.
Where have all the cowboys gone?
My dad. My dad is a cowboy. I'm so proud of how he's handled mom being sick. When they were married 53 years ago, he meant 'in sickness and in health' and he is doing stuff he never HAD to do, and he's doing great.
I called him to see what time I should come over (I hang out with mom, who is hanging steady for now, she's strong and brave, so he can get some things done...and get out of the house) and I told him about my stupid cheap screwdriver and he has one that he got as a gift from his company, a good one, that he never uses because as is typical he has state of the art everything in his shop. So he's gonna give that to me.
This is just an addendum. Of course my previous post was written with the usual hopes of recognized humor and a giggle or two. This post is to say what's making me happy about the situation. Right now, we are all taking every drop of happiness we can find.
Dads are awesome. And I'm sorry about your mom and the strain you are all dealing with. You should be proud of the role you are taking by being there too. Several hands make a lighter load.
Thanks glatt. I've never been through anything harder. And it's going to get even harder. When I saw my doctor (we discussed my medication and got me on a new regimen that I can afford) he said "you're honoring your mother and your father" and I know he's religious so to some that may seem silly but it meant so much to me. I am trying to be the strongest I can for them, to honor them, because they are the best people I know. I'm so very lucky to have them. I am going day by day, because when I think of the near future I cannot deal. Dad says I'm strong. Who'd have thunk?
Day by day is the best. Even moment by moment.
Nowt silly about honouring your Mum and Dad:) Your Doc sounds like a decent sort. Glad he's got you on a regimen that you can afford. Hopefully that will ease the pressure you're under.
Re: oddjobs and cowboys - My bro is the family handyman/problem solver/ad hoc designer/etc. He's like your dad: has all the tools, good ones at that, and knows how to use them!
Cultural note: don't know if the same applies over there, but 'cowboy' when referring to building, household repairs, craftsmanship etc means shoddy workmanship and quick fixes - a 'cowboy builder'.
Cultural note: don't know if the same applies over there, but 'cowboy' when referring to building, household repairs, craftsmanship etc means shoddy workmanship and quick fixes - a 'cowboy builder'.
Cultural reply.....no....Cowboys are seen as respected and manly heroes. When I first said our house was built by cowboys, the listener thought I meant sturdy in some special way.
IM - You don't want a cowboy. What you need is a good ole redneck who can fix anything with just duct tape or a big hammer.
Hang tough girl. Sorry about your mom
I made a bundt cake for tonight's dinner party. Haven't done one in like forever so I forgot how to take it out of the pan. I found this old pan where the middle hole and base is separate from the sides. Against my better judgement, I listened to my mom's suggestion. I flipped the pan and out came the cake in pieces. I have to make another one now. I guess I'll be making cupcakes since I've run out of time. :sigh:
You could make cake balls out of the crumbled up cake, if you haven't already thrown it out.
It sounds like you had a 'tube pan' rather than a bundt pan. Tube pans were made for angelfood cakes, and the base disconnected from the rest of the pan. The idea was to put the entire thing - cake and pan - upside down on some sort of holder, let it cool completely, and then remove the middle hole and base, and then the side section.
I only know this from reading the 1950s Betty Crocker cookbook years ago, when I would run out of reading material before the next trip to the library. Later (failed) culinary experiments suggested that 1950s Betty Crocker knew whereof she spoke.
You could make cake balls out of the crumbled up cake, if you haven't already thrown it out.
Too ugly to bring to a dinner party but still delicious enough to eat. I made cupcakes to give and ate the crumbled chocolate cake. Tasted like broken lava cake. Yummy. :D
It sounds like you had a 'tube pan' rather than a bundt pan. Tube pans were made for angelfood cakes, and the base disconnected from the rest of the pan. The idea was to put the entire thing - cake and pan - upside down on some sort of holder, let it cool completely, and then remove the middle hole and base, and then the side section.
I only know this from reading the 1950s Betty Crocker cookbook years ago, when I would run out of reading material before the next trip to the library. Later (failed) culinary experiments suggested that 1950s Betty Crocker knew whereof she spoke.
You are absolutely correct. It wasn't a bundt cake pan. I don't know where that pan came from, seriously. My mom dug it out from one of the cabinets. I think maybe she bought it a very long time ago or someone gave it to us. :p:
Also used for pound cakes, fruit cakes, per my long gone Mom.
Also used for pound cakes, fruit cakes, per my long gone Mom.
You're right. I don't recall pound cakes but I do remember seeing fruit cakes in that shape.
I have a friend who just got an esthetician license>She cracked a joke about her job being harder than most because she waxes 'vaginas' . I told her she waxed 'vulvae' and that vaginas do not grow hair. ;)
Tonite on "2 1/2 men" a character on the show was an esthetician who also claimed to 'wax vaginas' . Is this how our society is being 'dumbed' down? If someone is going to put hot wax on a body shouldn't they know what that part of the body is called? {vulva} Is it funnier to say vagina?
I have actually had someone tell me that people are dumber because there are so many guys that breed with sheep and those babies they have just can't learn like regular people... UM WHAT? :3_eyes: FSM help us all...[/vulva]
If you said 'wax your Vulva' people would hear, 'wax your Volvo'
But women don't walk into places like 'The Screamin' Peach' and ask for a car wax. Trust me.
Sorry, Nirvana, but you're right. Time to break out the old 'Our Bodies, Ourselves' books and hand out the hand mirrors. If I were in another branch of medicine I'd be doing that, but it's not my specialty anymore.
Ummm... would I be a giant asshole if I suggested that you may not be allowed to talking about dumbing down if you are tuning in to 2.5 men?
Tuning into a show like 2.5 men is a lot like staring into a nice camp fire. You're just shutting your brain off and taking a break. It's like a mini vacation.
...{vulva} Is it funnier to say vagina? ...
Reminds me of when I taught Microbiology 101.
In the lab, we had one exercise where each student would take swabs of
various areas of their own body to see what kinds of bacteria would grow out.
There were often expressions of concern on some student faces
when we read off the list of areas to sample and came to "axilla".
2.5 men was only background noise for my ebay x mas shopping. I do not have cable so I have less than 10 channels and PBS had a rerun. ;)
Reminds me of when I taught Microbiology 101.
In the lab, we had one exercise where each student would take swabs of
various areas of their own body to see what kinds of bacteria would grow out.
There were often expressions of concern on some student faces
when we read off the list of areas to sample and came to "axilla".
Lawyer: "And were you shot in the fracas?"
Defendant: "No sir, just below the fracas."
LampL I admit I googled because I did have an inkling that axilla meant armpit but I wanted to be sure :D If you have auto correct it does not recognize the word. :rolleyes:
I don't generally talk about vaginas to the general public but I have mentioned to shirt tail family members in hushed whispers that the vagina was inside not outside the body ;)
What constitutes the "pussy"? is it the combination of the two?
Pussy is the cat.
Douche is the cat-wash.
Ranch is the sauce.
And Nirvana is literally the optimist who hopes that we're not all going to end up with hairy palms.
But Nirvana, as a group we've just moved from lady-bits, or hoo-haa, to vagina.
Further break down into proper nomenclature will take some time.;)
I've popped a chub just reading all this...
2.5 men was only background noise for my ebay x mas shopping. I do not have cable so I have less than 10 channels and PBS had a rerun. ;)
:) Well played Madam.
What constitutes the "pussy"? is it the combination of the two?
"pussy" is "manguage" and I have always preferred to call mine 'Muffy' which is either an FYI or a TMI ;)
Teenagers appear to thing the Mons Pubis is the vagina :( Maybe the waxers were also similarly confused.
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For 'pussy', use instead the infinitely more appropriate term 'the end of all desire' or 'the jade palace' and you will no longer have quarantine problems, nor will you have issues with waxers. Due respect will have been paid.
...'the jade palace'...
Let's see, one of the hardest types of stone...and the color green...If I meet one like that, [shiver] I'm leaving.
With a quickness.:greenface
I'm more pissed than irritated, having lost a post in a different thread. but there's no way I'm gonna follow Sarge's loss with my trivialities.
I am having mouse problems and the cat is not interested in fixing them.
I just watched return of the jedi on tv. At the very end, when yoda, obewan, and Annakin appear... They replaced the actor that played Darth Vader unmasked with the dick head that did such a piss poor acting job in the prequels.
What the Fuck
Lucas lost his golden touch. Shouldn't have meddled with his previous work.
Lucas always sucked. You were too young to see it, with the originals.
I assure you 1000%, adolescent boys today think the new Star Wars movies are the best thing ever invented. And if we're really unlucky, Lucas will get to finish his vision and foist the final three movies on the world in another decade, and then those adolescent boys will be telling your grandchildren that Lucas lost his touch after the first six.
On the coach on the way home, which is sadness enough.
But add to that the Scottish pre-schooler several seats in front, with the super-piercing voice, and the Eastern European behind me who can't bear the sound of silence (constant phone calls and then singing!) and it's shaping up to be a long journey.
Oh and I haven' t even got started on the fact that the only toilet on the coach is blocked and we don't reach London for another five hours...
I argued my way off the coach at Preston to use the public toilets. I expect I shall do the same in Leeds. Comes to something when a bus station toilet feels like luxury.
I shall spend the rest of my journey composing a strongly worded complaint.
At least it's faster than walking.
That's about all you can say about a typical inter city bus ride.
Turns out we're travelling via Manchester, not Leeds. Have already nipped off and back with no worries. Noisy Eastern European man has got off, but new complement of passengers getting on and I have found myself in the middle of an African contingent, which is out of the frying pan and into the fire.
I don't judge people on their nationality (although previous experience is that they will be very noisy) but on their behaviour. I've already been barged about and the woman behind is already stuffing herself very VERY loudly while talking at top volume on her phone.
Disgusting.
Have to hope my earplugs are up to the job. And doubly hope I retain my double seat as this is the last stop now before London.
ETA - just pulling out of the bus station, double-seat safe!
ETA - just pulling out of the bus station, double-seat safe!
Sometimes, it's the small victories!
Have to hope my earplugs are up to the job.
An eminently sensible travel accessory.
I have a pair of same on the desk in front of me. Particularly useful when aged dad is watching TV with the volume turned up to just a shade lower than that created when Krakatoa exploded
Making fritatta out of leftover roast veges and other bits and pieces. The main thing thats bothering me is that i burnt my hand on the handle of the frypan. Also, its not setting properly. If it isnt set in another five mins, we're having scrambled eggs instead. ;)
Yech. That sucks. The toilet especially.
In the midst of my car debacle and talking to the bank about a loan for a new and used car. A longish story, but the upshot is that The payments will be about the same, but the new car will be 5 years and the used car 3 years. It seems that the peace of mind for the extra two years of payments, (the warranty will still be in effect) make it worthwhile.
more after lunch
if the rate is the same or close, take as long as theyll give you for term. you can pay faster. you cant pay slower.
if the rate is the same or close, take as long as theyll give you for term. you can pay faster. you cant pay slower.
Meaning take a 7 year term?
Part two of the story is I fucked up my credit rating this year by ignoring my student loans during a bad spell of depression and generally feeling overwhelmed by all the other crap ® I had to deal with. I have squared up with sallie mae and am suitably chastened. But my bank does not want to love me long time without my wife co-signing the loan. (There's irony in that, but another day)
So after hemming and hawing she finally agreed. This morning I got an email from her saying she'd gotten cold feet after reading about co-signing.
I reminded her that the mortgage of the house she lives in is in my name and effectively, I am co-signing THAT loan for her.
Bunch of crap. We'll see later today what will happen.
if the rate is the same, yes.
here's why:
On paper, your payment will be much lower than it would if you did a 5 year, but you can always pay them the 5 year amount and it will pay off in that 5 years. but next time you need to borrow, your DTI ( debt to income ) ratio will appear lower.
You just have to have the discipline to make that higher than required payment EVERY month.
Does the rate need to be exactly the same or can it be off by a few tenths of a percent?
Yech. That sucks. The toilet especially.
That btw, was in response to Sundae, not Ali :P
Does the rate need to be exactly the same or can it be off by a few tenths of a percent?
Calculate the 5 year payment based on the longer term rate, and if you're comfortable, then fine. Another good part is that if you do have a tough month, you can make that lower payment instead of being late if it's too high. Just be sure to only do that if you must.... And catch it up when you can.
The package I sent to sundae obviously has still not arrived. That is really annoying me. :/
This would be in the 'What's Pissing You Off' thread, but, Kanye doesn't matter enough to actually piss me off.
Somebody just shoot me a little. You can even use my gun...
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Imma let you finish, but Tommy Hilfiger had thr best t-shirt EVER.
The package I sent to sundae obviously has still not arrived. That is really annoying me. :/
NO!
No, it did arrive!
And I sent you a detailed PM about unpacking it, and how it staved off a petty row, and Mum & I bonded because it was like Katy and Clover Carr getting a Christmas box.
So I checked my sent PMs.
And it wasn't there.
I checked and checked and checked. It still wasn't there.
I'm so sorry Aliantha.
I'm going to go to the Christmas Gifts thread to acknowledge your package now.
I know you're not being shitty about it, I'm just sorry that you never even knew I'd got your lovely prizes.
The girls will back me up; I presented your home baking with a flourish. Well, what Mum and I agreed I could remove from the house anyway.
True dat!
When I read that post, I thought, hang on, I thought it had arrived...then thought maybe it was a different package.
The christmas tree biscuit was very tasty.
Imma let you finish, but Tommy Hilfiger had thr best t-shirt EVER.
Imma let you post this, but Shawnee123 had the funniest posts EVAR.
Oh well i am just glad it arrived. :)
Did your mum like the dates?
What's irritating me today? The fact that I go into Marks & Spencer to do part of the weekly food shopping, head straight for the bread section and nearly buy a bottle of Chateau Something-or-other instead of two toast loaves.
Why are they always reorganising their shelves? It drives me to distraction. Still, they're not as bad as Tesco. I've been in there before now and left without finding half the stuff I wanted in similar circumstances.
Mutter, mutter....:mad2::mad2::mad2:
PS Does Walmart, Target and Albertson's do the same?
I ask only because on my last trip to the US, immediately upon arrival I headed straight for Albertson's (Brighton CO) for some Tylenol and they were in the same place as the previous year. I always arrive with a splitting headache but don't bring my own pills lest it cause difficulties with Customs, Immigration, TSA etc. I believe Tylenol is the same as Paracetamol but that name isn't well known in the US. Might be wrong.... has been known:o
In our area, Albertson's seems to have been bought out recently,
and the new managment knows exactly what you want/need.
They are moving to one size of one brand of one kind of food item
in one spot on one shelf in one section in one aisle of every store.
Fortunately, you can still choose whichever parking space you want.
In our area, Albertson's seems to have been bought out recently,
and the new managment knows exactly what you want/need.
They are moving to one size of one brand of one kind of food item
in one spot on one shelf in one section in one aisle of every store.
Fortunately, you can still choose whichever parking space you want.
Funny that you should mention parking. In Brighton the branch was just across the road from the Comfort Inn so I walked there, but I did notice that the car park wasn't exactly oversubscribed. I think that there were more kids on skateboards than cars, and bloody lethal they were too!
The eyes of Satan staring me down in my dreams is mildly irritating me today....
just remember they are only dreams.
My grocery store has rearranged twice in the 6.5 years we've lived here. Once just a little, moving some categories of food from one aisle to another, and once in a major way, re-orienting the actual aisles themselves.
Wow. Our supermarkets seem to exist in a state of perpetual reorganisation.
People in my neighborhood were seriously up in arms about even those changes. When they moved the aisles, they actually handed out maps, and had a dozen staff members just standing at all the major junctions to help you find the stuff you were used to buying.
Our local supermarket did this recently and i cant find a damn thing. I often go to a different one now because the original one just doesnt make sense anymore. Its very irritating.
The eyes of Satan staring me down in my dreams is mildly irritating me today....
Don't worry about that dream. Remember you are cloaked in the armor of God. Plus, I believe in your strength.
I got a bad haircut last night. So. Short.
I usually tell them... Kind of like a long flat top... Like Howie Long. Well she went way too high up with the #1 clipper, but it wasn't terrible... Yet. Then she asks what I will do with my beard. I said I would trim that later, just kind of blend it down. So she says, 'I can do that.'
I go, Ok.... And before I can stop her, she runs the same clipper right down the side of my face at the sideburn, and cuts off 2.5 months of beard growth. OFF. No blending. Just swoosh.
So then she finished the top, and I end up looking like a cop.
I had to go back to a goatee.
It looks OK.... But my face is cold now, and I'm going to need a hat in this weather.
This other mom in the dance class waiting room is SO fucking annoying. She yammers at another mom the whole hour, nonstop. Today, she has mentioned that she is pregnant 23 goddamn times (I've been counting.) 14 weeks along, don't you know. Last week it was all about a slight from her in-laws.
I want to stab her.
She must be very lonely...
She can't be too lonely, she's pregnant, after all. ;)
She can't be too lonely, she's pregnant, after all. ;)
You crack me up, Infi, you really do! x
I've been over using the word yap.
I'ma liking yammer.
This may be my new word. It has connotations of hammer. Which is even more brutal than stab.
Thanks limey!
You're right, S, yammer is a scrumptious word.
for Clod:
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I have sold dogs all over the world and the payment required a money transfer or direct wire to my bank which usually took less that 2 hours. Why then does it take the place I work 1 month to set up direct deposit? No paycheck again today and the place locally is closed due to inclement weather so no 'live check' but the payroll comes from Oregon. :rolleyes:
Yap can also be mouth, as in shut yer yap. But I like pie hole better
I had to scroll back to see that you weren't telling 'vana to shut her pie hole.
Thanks limey!
You're right, S, yammer is a scrumptious word.
It's perfectly cromulent.
Maybe F3 should have ;) My check did show up 10 minutes ago in the pending column anyway :D What time is it in Oregon?
Yap can also be mouth, as in shut yer yap. But I like pie hole better
Ok... This shocked me.... My son, whom you all know to be an intelligent, thoughtful, and very respectful young man.... This is maybe a year and change ago....so he was just 14....Told me to shut my 'cock holster'. In a joking way, mind you... But that was a new one on me.
I almost wrecked the car from the tears of laughter.
I need to lay that one on someone at work next time they talk too much.
Just shut your cock holster and let the poor people say yes to the deal....
Oh, that is perfect. There is about one non-dwellar human I'd use that on... it's all cued up. I want to use it at work but women...
I keep snorting to myself. It will slip out.
Ok... This shocked me.... My son, whom you all know to be an intelligent, thoughtful, and very respectful young man.... This is maybe a year and change ago....so he was just 14....Told me to shut my 'cock holster'. In a joking way, mind you... But that was a new one on me.
I almost wrecked the car from the tears of laughter.
I need to lay that one on someone at work next time they talk too much.
Just shut your cock holster and let the poor people say yes to the deal....
He is clearly his father's son.
I had to scroll back to see that you weren't telling 'vana to shut her pie hole.
It's that damn tapatalk hiding posts from me again.
The thought of Vana's pie hole keeps me awake at night. You didn't need to bring that up Glatt. And here I thought you were the only gentleman on the cellar.
Son, I am disappoint.
OMG. Mr. Clod is going to hear the term "cock holster" in the next few days, for sure. :)
Maybe if he's lucky he'll get a demo as well.
A 20 foot long, 5 feet high snow drift at the end of the drive way sure sucks when you have to scoop it by hand. Then you have to go feed cows.... Uncle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! {the whining continues} :/
A 20 foot long, 5 feet high snow drift at the end of the drive way sure sucks when you have to scoop it by hand. Then you have to go feed cows.... Uncle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! {the whining continues} :/
Can't you persuade the cows they like snow drift, and lots of it?
Our school opens its doors at 7:30, classes start at 8:00. At 7:39, they sent a text message saying school would be delayed by 2 hours this morning due to inclement weather.
Granted, I was glad to get to turn around out of the gridlock we were sitting in due to some ice-induced accident up the road. But they couldn't have sent that message out before I spent 15 minutes de-icing the car?
perhaps the student doors were frozen shut and they found out at 7:30?
sorry, Clod. Here, they make the closing decision AFTER morning swim and polo practices have started, and we can't train them otherwise...
Ha--now they've canceled school, but not because the weather has gotten worse. It's because of "traffic conditions." Texans can't drive in this shit and there are massive accidents on every major roadway leading to the school.
I'm glad you're home safe, then. Watch SUV sales tick upward next month down there.
She lives in Texas, is that even even possible?
Nah, if anything, they'll go down. In snow, you want an SUV, but in ice, you want a smaller, more stable car. It's the tall SUVs that keep getting blown off the road, or have too much momentum to stop when the guy in front of them fishtails out of control...
Yeah, but people are ridiculous.
That's true, you can never rule out the stupidity factor.
I just gave myself a papercut... except with aluminum foil.
I am tired, and my house is messy and I have lots of stuff i should be doing, but I honestly can't get off my arse. :/
I just gave myself a papercut... except with aluminum foil.
owwwwwwwwch
Griff should know. Ask him for safety tips on safety tips for foil.
or is that épée?
It is irritating, isn't it?
Unless you just managed to buy health insurance for the first time.
I have an eye tic. Its a bit more than mildly irritating actually. I know its caused by weariness and stress. My eye might pop out by sunday night. lol
Unless you just managed to buy health insurance for the first time.
Unless your medicaid coverage was terminated and now you have to go through the whole byzantine application process again for no reason.
I'm not irritated with the healthcare act. I'm irritated with the company I chose for coverage. I go to pay, and put in my bank account numbers. They kept giving me an error message saying my routing number was wrong. Um, no it's not. I know my routing number. I checked and checked and checked again. I tried adding extraneous zeros. There's plenty of money in my account, and I've had that account about 10 years.
healthcare.gov worked just fine for me. The problem is that the insurance company won't let me PAY.
Now when I log in it says NOTHING except 'payment is in progress.' One page, with those words. That's it. No notices to my email. So, did it work or not? Did I miss the deadline because CareSource is stoopid? I have no idea. The HELP section is, as is typical, no help at all. "Here's a picture of a check. Here's where your routing number is." No shinola, Sherlock.
Yeah, I guess I need to call but I hate, I mean I HATE, the phone, and I hate talking to customer servicers or tech supporters on the phone.
Pretty mean trick to play on someone with anxiety disorder. Oh, the irony! I had to keep stepping away from the computer because it was really pissing me off. Throwing the computer through the window is no solution. Or is it? :cool:
first make a HUUUUUGE jello and place it in the trajectory..... then go for it :D
You can no longer buy a physical US savings bond and give it as a gift. You have to open an account with Treasury Direct (IIRC) buy the bond "as a gift", enter the recipient's SS#, and the recipient must have an account with Treasury Direct.
Too much hassle. Mom's not giving the grandkids bonds anymore.
Really? ? That is a big hassle. Is there an alternative thing to do?
Really? ? That is a big hassle. Is there an alternative thing to do?
She's going to send each kid a check. Now I'm going to hear about how long it takes these kids to deposit a damn check. It's always something.:banghead:
Give 'em gold.
I remember getting gold when I was young. Got no idea where they all damn go. So, no, gold may not be a good idea. Someone else, i.e. parents, may get a hold of them and you, the kid, wouldn't know better.
I had assumed savings bond or CDs increase in value, so they might be a good thing to give to a kid. He/She would get something of value when they reach 18 or so. Anyways, it's something for me to look into. My friend's husband works for a bank and deals with such stuff, but she wouldn't let me talk to him directly. I have to ask everything through her, and she's not very quick coming back with answers. :right: Gosh, insecure women can rather be annoying sometimes.
It's the mating season for Robins, and there is a stupid male Robin fighting with his reflection in one of my windows. He keeps flying up and pecking at it. First I taped pictured of hawks to the inside of the window, then on the recommendation of someone from the Pa. game commission I ran a cord with some strings hanging from it, that slowed him down a little. Finally put the screens over the windows, and now he has moved to the next window over. Any ideas, other than shooting him, Robins are a protected species, I think, and there is probably a fine.
Dress up and a female robin and lure him away.
Well, it worked for Bugs Bunny...
It's the mating season for Robins, and there is a stupid male Robin fighting with his reflection in one of my windows. He keeps flying up and pecking at it. First I taped pictured of hawks to the inside of the window, then on the recommendation of someone from the Pa. game commission I ran a cord with some strings hanging from it, that slowed him down a little. Finally put the screens over the windows, and now he has moved to the next window over. Any ideas, other than shooting him, Robins are a protected species, I think, and there is probably a fine.
No jury of cats would convict you.
I had a similar problem with some type of bird that didn't like his reflection, he would fly at the window and shit at it and or spit mud at it. After a while, he must have obliterated his reflection because he stopped. Or one of the cats got him.
No jury of cats would convict you.
I had a similar problem with some type of bird that didn't like his reflection, he would fly at the window and shit at it and or spit mud at it. After a while, he must have obliterated his reflection because he stopped. Or one of the cats got him.
And several years ago I had a similar problem with WoodPeckers, and they can do a lot more damage than a Robin. This particular bird would perch on the door of a car and attack the rear view mirror. I replaced about 6 mirrors on several cars till we started putting plastic bags over the mirror when they were parked here. The last car that is happened to, was right before the State Inspection, and the owner of the garage looked at the mirror, the replacement, and decided the cracks weren't so bad that it needed replaced. I really don't think he wanted to get involved in the amount of work needed. The car passed inspection several times like that.
We have some bird this time of year that drills on our metal chimney cap, presumably to attract a mate. Super annoying, as it reverberates through the whole house. Sounds like a little machine gun. But fortunately it's only for several minutes at a time. And then it moves on to some other place.
No jury of cats would convict you.
Well so far nothing has worked, I didn't know Robins were so persistent. If I succeed in dissuading him from attacking one window, he just moves to another window, and I have a lot of windows in my living room.
So, you're at the grocery store. You're looking for something fairly obscure, let's say garbanzo beans. Someone seems to be getting ready to go around you. But they don't, they push their cart up right next to you. Seems your interest in garbanzo beans has sparked some sort of garbanzo bean frenzy. Suddenly, everyone and their dog has an interest in garbanzo beans. The entire aisle is packed with people checking out the two kinds of garbanzo beans.
Do you look like a really sharp shopper? Do they look at you and say "wow, I don't know what she's buying but I have to have it too!"? Or is it the "No one can have something I don't have" mentality?
I mean, what is up with that?
The store was probably out of chick peas so people had to improvise.
The store was probably out of chick peas so people had to improvise.
Haggis
How did I miss this? :lol:
Anyway, today I am irritated because I feel like a crapazoid. My head hurts, my throat hurts, my hip hurts, my wrists and elbows hurt, I'm tired, but I have excessive drool syndrome (not a real syndrome. Yet.) and can't sleep because I'm afraid I'll drown. I'm always a drooler but this is ridic! I am pukey and poo-ey. Oh, and my knees and feet hurt. And I'm freezing until I put a small blanket on then I'm sweating my face off.
May have a touch of flu. I thought it might be the high pollen count, which never bothered me until this year (and there's tons of ragweed and stuffs by the river) so I don't know if it could make me feel this all around crappy. :sick2:
That's all. :blush:
Never heard of pollen causing puking.
I'm sorry about your finger, Shawnee. And everything else.
Ragweed pollen will not do that. Not to a normal person, anywho.
I know, it is my nemesis.<--From a three-season allergy sufferer.
Sounds like you have a touch of flu, or maybe a bug, or somesuch.
Hope it, ahem, passes quickly.
Sounds horrid, Inf. Get better soon chick.
Hey y'all, thanks! I just woke up. I didn't drown in drool! I did have strange dreams that I was swimming and I found a plane. (not really.)
I feel a bit better. Just a bug, I'm sure. :)
Well so far nothing has worked, I didn't know Robins were so persistent. If I succeed in dissuading him from attacking one window, he just moves to another window, and I have a lot of windows in my living room.
I think the Robin has finally given up, it has been several days since he attacked the windows. I'm really wondering if he ever got to mate with his female, spending so much time at my windows, or if another male took care of things for him? If so perhaps the offspring will not be inclined to attack their reflection.
You know what's awesome?
When you notice an old twisty fluorescent bulb in your cabinet mixed in with the LED bulbs, and you think to yourself, "Huh, I should get rid of that..." and then somehow (?) it gets knocked down (or absentmindedly placed?) into the dirty laundry basket instead of tucked neatly away where it came from, and then you casually shove everything into the washing machine, and an hour later you have a load of laundry full of tiny glass shards and mercury.
WTF is wrong with me, that I don't notice a goddamn lightbulb in my laundry basket?
Does adding a light bulb to your detergent, like, make the colors brighter?
No, it just makes them mercurial.
In our area, Albertson's seems to have been bought out recently,
and the new managment knows exactly what you want/need.
They are moving to one size of one brand of one kind of food item
in one spot on one shelf in one section in one aisle of every store.
Fortunately, you can still choose whichever parking space you want.
This is the European style grocery, before I left Texas there was a chain of them--forget the name--taking over territory. A low-cost alternative where you have fewer alternatives. Purchasing and inventory control efficiency allow them to save tons of operational costs. And if you want a can of beans, here the fuck they are--what? You wanted a different color label? lol
I go, Ok.... And before I can stop her, she runs the same clipper right down the side of my face at the sideburn, and cuts off 2.5 months of beard growth. OFF. No blending. Just swoosh.
And what did we learn? /Stewie
The Beard cannot be trusted to amateurs.
Is LinkedIn useful for anything?
Before speaking with a potential client, employer, etc. I read through their page to get an idea of their background and any conversation topics I can magically introduce which they will be impressed by. It's like an online dating profile for business relationships. This works. People love to talk about themselves and things they know about / identify with.
WTF is wrong with me, that I don't notice a goddamn lightbulb in my laundry basket?
In evolutionary terms, there is no advantage to having learned a skill designed for such an improbable occurrence. Leopard in the tree tops, yes. Light bulb in the laundry basket, WTF ?
The Beard cannot be trusted to amateurs.
It took me years to find one that could. She's a gem, but not an amateur.
No god dang way anybody is cutting any part of my beard. It's a topiary, they can't possibly get it right. That being said, how can you fuck up fading the sideburns? That's unexpected.
I have pictures. It's not attractive
I have a headache that isn't a headache. I know it's from weariness after having the flu (legit - not just a an exaggerated cold), then a huge weekend of baking and markets, followed by cleaning all day monday. Anyway, my head is just not quite turning into a headache. I really feel like a glass of wine, but I think if I have one, I really will get a headache. I took some paracetamol earlier which helped somewhat, but it's still annoying me.
Of course, there are other irritations, but the head is the one I'm telling you about today.
is it a stress/tension headache? I know they can be rough.
Tension headaches are real headaches. You can really feel them. Perhaps it's stress and you just getting over a flu. Your body is still weak. Try massaging your head and get some rest. Hope you feel better soon.
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I will be fine guys. Just having a moan. ;) It's just from being tired, so yeah, early to bed tonight I think. I have just started reading the Divergent series. Might read a chapter of that then sleep. :)
You know what's awesome?
When you notice an old twisty fluorescent bulb in your cabinet mixed in with the LED bulbs, and you think to yourself, "Huh, I should get rid of that..." and then somehow (?) it gets knocked down (or absentmindedly placed?) into the dirty laundry basket instead of tucked neatly away where it came from, and then you casually shove everything into the washing machine, and an hour later you have a load of laundry full of tiny glass shards and mercury.
WTF is wrong with me, that I don't notice a goddamn lightbulb in my laundry basket?
The glass shards will give all your clothes that "sand washed" look! There is an
infinitesimal amount of mercury in those bulbs, you'd need a few tractor trailer loads to make a filling.
this goddamned fucking twitching eyelid is mildly irritating the fuck out of me.
I hate that when that happens. I had one for 6 weeks once.
Stress try Bach's Rescue Remedy
Get the big bottle and add it to some tonic water, ice and a twist of lemon...
I tend to sit on the same bench in the park because it's far enough from the playground not to hear weary whines and grizzles (shouts and screams in fun are fine) but still in the area where dogs SHOULD BE on leads. This is a large park. Dogs are allowed to be off lead for most of it. But the area in which they are required to be on a lead (formal gardens, children's playground, weir) is continuous and well signposted from beginning to end.
Sadly 30% of dog owners who use this park can't or won't read, or don't think their dog is a dog. Or something.
The best I can say for them is that I have never once seen dog poo in a park, on a pavement or on a grass verge in Otley, so it beats Aylesbury, Leicester and London hands down.
The dogs not on leads things isn't so much me being a pedant or having an issue with dogs, it's because I often go to the park with food in my bag. I'm sat on a bench. My bag is next to me on the bench. Pretty much every time I've been there a free-running dog (in defiance of the signs) has shown interest in my bag. And on more than one occasion tried to get at the food in my bag. The owners have been up to 100 yards away.
Okay they've been little dogs, and their antics were mildly amusing. But not really.
I now have to do my trip in reverse, park first, shop later even though it doesn't work for me timewise. Just because of some idiots.
And yeah, this happened today, which is why I am moaning.
Some sort of terrier (Westie?) slobbered all over me because I had ham for my lunch in my own bag.
His owner didn't actually accuse me of being unfair, but she seemed to think the circumstances were extenuating. I was far more polite than I should have been; should have kicked her in the cunt.
You're right, there are far to many irresponsible dog owners. The dog will just act naturally unless someone trains them in the proper behavior in public. It's not fair to you, or the dog, to need someone on the spot to intervene. You have every right to smell like a ham sandwich without being molested. :yesnod:
I get a twitchy eye when I'm stressed. Not much I can do about it besides relieve the cause of the stress somehow.
Dogs who try to steal your groceries and or lunch are naughty. Their owners are pains in the arse. Both deserve a good smack on the nose imo.
I just got back from vacation! How could it be stress?
Shhh. I think it stopped.
Maybe the stress of thinking about going back to work? hahaha
Food poisoning hurt so bad yesterday, now my guts feel like someone pulled them all out ran down the road stretching them and then shoved them back in randomly :thepain:
Hope you feel better soon. That's the worst.
Been there, done that.
Feel better.
This piece about Judy Blume in the Guardian
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/jul/11/judy-blume-interview-forever-writer-children-young-adults
Judy Blume, tiny and smiley and as warmly open as befits the author of seminal novels about growing up Forever…, and Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret is sitting in a hotel in London and talking about the hate mail she has received. It comes, she says, every time she speaks out on behalf of Planned Parenthood, an American pro‑choice group for mothers.
"I went to a couple of places two years ago and I got seven hundred and something hate-mail warnings – 'We know where you are going to be and we'll be there waiting for you', that sort of thing," says Blume. "My publisher sent me with a bodyguard. He was wonderful, I loved knowing he was there. And nothing happened and probably nothing would have happened, but it was very scary."
What kind of asshat sends threats to a 76 year old?
Lovely interview though.
Somehow fucked up my recovering shoulder. Slept on it? Wanker's cramp?
Whatever, it hurts like a mother fucker and it's making clicking/catching noises. PT is hoping it is just scar tissue and not me fucking up the repair. I see the sturgeon in a few days and I can ask him.
Crap.
On the plus side, my lawn is mowed and the weeds are whacked and 40 feet (out of 200) of the slate sidewalk has been reclaimed from weeds and overgrown grass. The place is looking less and less like Boo Radley's house every day.
I see the sturgeon in a few days and I can ask him.
Ask for roe, to make it worth your while.
On the plus side, my lawn is mowed and the weeds are whacked and 40 feet (out of 200) of the slate sidewalk has been reclaimed from weeds and overgrown grass. The place is looking less and less like Boo Radley's house every day.
Have the courts determined value yet? :eyebrow:
The mortgage is currently underwater. She's decamped and realizes there is no equity in it. I am proposing that if and when the house sells we would split any gain realized at that point, maybe with a cap.
May be entirely moot if I don't find a job/start earning $ soon. Then it might be a nice "Continue to fixer-upper" for someone with good timing at the foreclosure sale. [/cynical laugh]
The person looking after Diz has suffered a series or not impossible but slightly peculiar calamaties.
First she dropped her phone so it stopped working and she lost my number.
Odd, it was working when I sent her a text at 19.30.
Also I she had my landline number, and has a paper copy of my address; I'm available via Directory Enquiries.
Then her radiator blew.
Gosh, and she runs a charity called Animal Taxi. Gosh, hope there's no emergencies today or tomorrow. Because the earliest she can get Diz back to me is Monday.
Funny, because that is the same day the hospital social worker is back.
I have a suspicion she may suggest I am in incapable of looking after an animal in my current condition.
I swear if I had a car I'll go knocking on her door and demand the porky, furry little monster,
Confused and miserable.
Obviously Cattaxi has been hypnotized by Diz, subdued and controlled.
Diz is making Cattaxi twist the knife in retaliation for your abandonment and possible attempt to throw off the shackles of Overlord Diz-Master. :unsure:
I'll bet she's renting Diz out as a mouse catcher and is stalling until the current assignment is completed so she can collect.
First she dropped her phone so it stopped working and she lost my number.
Then her radiator blew.
I bet that when she was at school the dog ate her homework on a weekly basis.
Funny, because that is the same day the hospital social worker is back.
I have a suspicion she may suggest I am in incapable of looking after an animal in my current condition.
.
Very difficult to actually make something like that stick though. He isn't underweight or showing signs of neglect or abuse - he doesn't live in a house with 20 other cats, his litter tray isn't left to overflow etc etc etc.
She tries to say you aren't capable of looking after him tell her you'll call the police. He's your cat. They would have to prove that he is suffering neglect or mistreatment to be able to legally remove him from you. And the threshold for that sort of thing is quite high.
The mortgage is currently underwater. She's decamped and realizes there is no equity in it. I am proposing that if and when the house sells we would split any gain realized at that point, maybe with a cap.
May be entirely moot if I don't find a job/start earning $ soon. Then it might be a nice "Continue to fixer-upper" for someone with good timing at the foreclosure sale. [/cynical laugh]
... is it under by a lot or a little?
back in the day....
I traded cash for equity, a gamble, and came out a winner. i had sufficient cushion to last through the shitstorm. It was a good deal, in my humble opinion.
The person looking after Diz has suffered a series or not impossible but slightly peculiar calamaties.
First she dropped her phone so it stopped working and she lost my number.
Odd, it was working when I sent her a text at 19.30.
Also I she had my landline number, and has a paper copy of my address; I'm available via Directory Enquiries.
Then her radiator blew.
Gosh, and she runs a charity called Animal Taxi. Gosh, hope there's no emergencies today or tomorrow. Because the earliest she can get Diz back to me is Monday.
Funny, because that is the same day the hospital social worker is back.
I have a suspicion she may suggest I am in incapable of looking after an animal in my current condition.
I swear if I had a car I'll go knocking on her door and demand the porky, furry little monster,
Confused and miserable.
I understand that you are miserable and wanting the company of your beloved furry, but it's the weekend and I'm guessing she's an unpaid volunteer and maybe doesn't have the funds to pay for weekend mechanic rates? And she probably feels crap about not being able to provide the taxi service if there was an emergency before Monday. And about not being able to get Diz back to you.
the dropping the phone is a little lame-sounding, but how did you find out that happened? Seems like there has been some contact -could you use that route again to express your willingness to -say- get a human taxi and collect him? At least you would be able to set your mind at rest or validate your suspicions...
But really, I think the only co-incidence in the both-coming-on-Monday thing is that it's the next 'working day" As Dana says there is no evidence of abuse. they can't take your animal on the grounds of suspected future neglect. And the social worker is not interested in your animal.
It will all be fine
I think it's paranoia after a week of ups and downs.
I sent her a text (whereas before I phoned her from my landline) to say I really did have to go out before the supermarkets closed, but would be 10 minutes tops.
I was nearly home when I got the text back re dropping the phone and losing my number and the car radiator blowing up.
The reason I connected it with social services (in my mind) was the suspicion that she didn't feel she should break the bad news herself. And she made a comment which was entered into my official notes regarding the conditions I was living in. Which I saw by accident.
I'm not claiming to be Mrs Stable right now, esp where my boy is concerned.
New meds need to kick in to kick out the ennui and the suspicion.
If they are really on the level I will volunteer/ raise money for them. Boy would be in a bad way without them.
I have had a slight tremor in my left hand all day today. I suspect it is from muscle fatigue after a couple of large projects, and possible stress too. Its very irritating though. :/
It will go away if you try and put it to good use. Like making butter or whipping cream.
It was raining to all buggery Tuesday when our team were to start their swim-a-thon. I put an over-dry plant in a pot out to get watered and it promptly cleared up. then thor won a kite and the wind disappeared too.
Ah, so you're the ones screwing up the weather. :haha:
My son decided to take a swim with his already POS phone...and the phone we were going to give him. So we went with the best route at the moment: a $100 Lumia Windows Phone.
I'm already ready to chuck it out the front door.
Where have you been? The Mrs has a 11-yo from a previous relationship.
Next, you're gonna tell me you didn't know I got divorced and remarried.
(All of this probably is news for many if not most of you.)
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I knew about the divorce and remarriage - must admit I hadn't realised you have a son now ;)
This is what happens when you're not connected to me on FB (or don't pay attention in Jim's case). ;)
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You have a step son. I thought you were casually mentioning your actual son that I never heared tell of.
Perhaps he's adopted the boy?
I'm the only dad he has ever known...he is my son.
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Ok, don't get bent. I was just saying that I knew about your step son... You can call him your uncle if that blows your skirt up.
I wasnt trying to pick nits. Dad.
All good.
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And he fell off his bike this afternoon...just found out he broke his arm. Shit...
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Bummer.
I'm irritated with myself for not taking the summer off. I have the loudest pm group evah!
Sic ...does he call you Dad? How does he feel about the whole step-parent thing? -has it been rough going or is it like a puzzle coming together?
Ummm...as a whole, it's been good. He knows I'm not his real father, but that I am his dad. He refers to me as his dad, but calls me by my name, which is fine.
Our bigger struggle is that he is ADHD and has Aspie's...we've known the former forever, but the latter has been diagnosed in the last 6 months. It's been a challenge, but I think we're making progress.
Due to a combination of absent mindedness, incompetence, ineptitude and the forces of darkness conspiring against me, I had to go to the supermarket
three times today.
As Lady Bracknell might have said, 'once is misfortune, twice is carelessness, but three times is a real embuggerance'.
Anyway, on the final visit I found myself in the checkout queue behind
John Benjamin the jewellery expert from the Antiques Roadshow.
Whilst I recognised him I think I can say, with a fair degree of confidence, that he didn't recognise me.
For a seond I read that as John Betjeman.
Which would have been a miracle.
Or the start of a zombie apocalypse.
And me already smelling of blood, tasty blood - if not brains.
I really wouldn't want to die in Tesco. But by the author of Summoned by Bells might soften the blow.
Embuggerance? What a lovely word. :D
Sounds like a synonym for fuckery.
I, too, am pleased
Embuggerance? What a lovely word. :D
Sounds like a synonym for fuckery.
I, too, am pleased
I've used it from time to time, to describe occasions when the fates seemed to have conspired to put an obstacle in my way or cause other burdens to be visited upon me.
A bit of digging around suggests that it is/was military slang dating from about 1950. It gained greater prominence back in 2007 when the author Terry Pratchett was diagnosed as having Alzheimer's Disease.
The English language is remarkably flexible and I always think that it is a bit like Linux, available to all to adopt and adapt to their own requirements.
World Wide Words: Embuggerance.
Terry PratchettFlexible, very.
Wikitionary says, UK military meaning an obstacle.
Urban Dictionary says, a very minor problem.
Collins English Dictionary says, A niggling and irritating barrier or obstacle encountered when attempting to resolve a problem.
The English Project says Terry Pratchett made is popular but "the term is thought to have been coined by a Ministry of Defence official during the Falklands War to describe his frustrations".
Line spaces just so you have a chance to decide not to read at work.
Embuggerance in my family is used to suggest an inconvenience you simply have to deal with. So not exactly anal rape, more like a little casual sodomy while in situations where there is only male company available. Literally a pain in the arse (no offense, Sheldon)
Although the phrase "like [or to] buggery" tends to mean "badly".
Burnt to buggery. Bleeding like buggery (although that could be horribly literal), smashed to buggery etc.
Do I win a prize for the most frequent resf to anal sex in one post?
PS - Sorry if this caused any problems. Pretty much all the words have already been used and I did try to be a bit hidey about it.
Also 'bugger' as a term of mock anger / affection often used for children and pets - or indeed anybody. Silly bugger.
Embuggerance? What a lovely word. :D
It's perfectly cromulent.
I say 'bugger it' all the time. It is common language over here, and is generally acceptable even for children to use. I know I don't censure mine if they say it. Even when they're little.
Much preferable to the words Eva is starting to mimic now I must say.
Another way it's used here is, "Get to buggery!". That is usually directed at the dogs during BBQs, and it basically means, get the fuck out of here, and I don't care where you go, but if you get fucked in the arse while you're at it, that's fine with me.
Much preferable to the words Eva is starting to mimic now I must say.
Oh, oh, gimme your phone number, I've got a bunch of words I can teach her. :angel:
Good buddy's gf's grandson has been spending a lot of time around them. Good buddy doesn't really care for kids, so he's been getting even with gf by teaching the kid annoying things.
The latest is whenever the kid is around, buddy makes this 'na-na-na-na-na' sound (it's the sound the 'surfer' makes in
a certain Taco Del Mar commercial). The kid adopted it right away.
The kid's driving everyone in his family nuts. He does it
all the time.
:lol2:
Just got an email from my dead aunt, recommending a website.
Think it might be spam?
I am unimpressed by Vanilla Float Dr Pepper. I wish they would quit trying to adulterate the greatest soft drink ever created.
The weekend newspapers are somewhat bulky so we leave a large red plastic box on the doorstep where they can be placed thus saving the newspaper boy time and effort pushing them through the letter box a section at a time.
This worked well until a new lad took over a few weeks ago and contrived to miss both the box and the large laminated card inside requesting that the papers be left therein.
Easily solved by taping a note above the letter box drawing his attention to the red box. All done in the most gentlemanly and civilised terms and problem solved.
Fast forward a few weeks to this morning. The tail end of Hurricane Bertha struck the country and torrential rain arrived as per forecast.
In order that the newspapers weren’t chucked into a box with half an inch of water in it, I placed a tray on top which was a perfect fit.
Rain arrived as did the papers shortly thereafter. Now, gentle reader, you’re ahead of me here, aren’t you?
Yes, the newspapers were deposited on the wet tray. Why did I bother?
The delivery lad isn’t a twelve year old on a bike, he comes by car and, assuming he has observed the formality of passing a driving test, must be at least seventeen.
That’s right, Her Majesty’s Government has seen fit to unleash a lad onto the public highway system who appears not to have the sense with which he was born.
Irritating? Yes. There’s no more to be said.
But... but... but it wasn't hinged.
And it was really Bertha's fault.
And you should know better than to order a large paper during a hurricane.
I suspect he's not doing a paper route during a hurricane because it's his first choice of employment. ;)
I go to my bank to deposit a 5 figure check. Gal at the window says to me that it may take 7 days to appear WTF? I go to another teller she says its because its an out of town bank.I take my check walk out drive 2 blocks to the "out of town bank" who could not have been nicer but unfortunately first bank f'ed up my check by writing on the back of it, so I have to go back and deposit a check at original bank but first I talk to 'ass.' branch manager who is rude condescending and nosy as hell. Asking me why I would need money before 7 days? WTF do you need my money for 7 days? >rolleyes<
Party-pooper answer: check fraud is rampant and they need the 7 days to make sure it's a legit check from the source, otherwise they put the check in, you pull the cash out, and they have to eat the loss. This is the same reason Craigslist tells you in all kinds of different fonts and colors never to accept personal checks or money orders from buyers, only cash.
Slightly more helpful answer: my dad's business relies on speed and the immediacy of the money he deposits. He closed his account at his bank over a dispute just like yours--the bank employees knew him personally and trusted him, but then a new manager came in and decided to be a stickler for the rules--and went from small bank to small bank offering them his considerable business, but only if they would put in writing that his deposits would never be delayed.
All they need is 60 seconds to verify a business insurance check that is all it took for the bank that the check was on to do. They would have cashed it immediately had my bank not f'ed it up. My bank could do the same thing Monday They are using my money and I don't get paid they suck
My buddy was here this afternoon telling me his personal and business accounts are at the same bank. Usually he deposits large business checks (often $50 to $100k) with no problem. But there are two tellers at one branch who put a hold on every check he deposits. The manager apologizes and says bring the checks to her but refuses to speak to the tellers. He's changing banks.
My husband's disability income is deposited directly into a Canuck bank. When he opened the account, he told them he wanted it to be joint. They said I had to be there in person, that he couldn't take papers home to me to sign and mail back. So to this date, it's his account alone. He's up there this week and will try to bring back papers to make it joint. Keeping in mind that we're both Canuck by birth, wtf. We have always been able to establish joint accounts by mail/fax in the US. This smacks of typical Canuck obstructionism. Just because some assistant manager can, he/she will make your life impossible. There's no way I can get to Ontario before next summer.
This sort of thing was the usual when we were there in '03-'05. Don't ever move there; just visit. It's very nice if you just visit.
At this time, bank tellers are tellers because they are one step above having to spend their days slipping on french fry grease, and bank branch managers are branch managers because they are one step above being in charge of a walk-in freezer.
The hold they put on deposited funds gives the bank that many days of float. The interest they earn is daily. Multiply your check by 400,000 other checks being held and it pays them to have that policy.
Law says you must have the funds available in your account in order to write the check. They can verify it instantly. They actually have the money the same day, as they scan your check and submit it to the source bank that day. EFT occurs overnight.
Join a credit union
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Join a credit union
Word.
The bank doesn't work for you, ever. They work for the shareholders of the bank and their mission is to generate as much income as possible. That's hunky-dory, *if* you're a shareholder.
Join a credit union; presto, you're a shareholder.
And fuckery like the above is only one good reason. There are more.
I belong to Citadel Fcu. Love them. And they love me.
http://www.thecommunitybanker.com/cu_links/
Find one near you
A good credit union, is a great idea, but not all CUs are created equal. Do some sleuthing, see if it's licensed by the state or federal because that makes a difference what rules they play by. Like anything, Google it, and hear what the really pissed off people are pissed about.
I'm cautious about the ask friend's advice because if they have/had experience with a particular CU, and they are still with that CU, they'll probably give it an OK. If they haven't, it's just hearsay. But there might be something about the operation that doesn't bother them, but would drive you nuts.
For instance all the cashiers are chummy to the point of you can't get in and out in less than 15 minutes. That would drive me up a wall, miserable prick that I am. ;)
I'm cautious to the point where I'm ready to bury my booty in the woods. Or put it under the mattress. There were years recently where I'd have been better off just to have thrown cash onto a bonfire while I danced around it.At least I'd have gotten some enjoyment out of it.
Mildly irritated today by an encounter in the grocery store, of all places, with the guy who ghosted me the second he learned I had cancer in 2012.He was all happy and wanting to hug me and 'I still have your number, I'll shoot you a text'; and I was all, 'Notice the ring on my left third finger? No? Well, I don't still have your number. So my phone will delete your text before I ever see it.'
So my phone will delete your text before I ever see it.'
Heh, my phone has a feature where the phone won't ring unless the caller is in my contact list. The missed call shows up, just doesn't ring.;) Also, works for texts, I see a text in the inbox, but if there's no name, or I don't recognize the number, I don't click it, and it doesn't get 'received' (or downloaded, I guess), therefore I don't get charged for it.:D
...with the guy who ghosted me the second he learned I had cancer in 2012.
In my neck-o-the-woods, to 'ghost' someone is to kill they ass dead.
"Next time I see Jimbo, Ima ghost that mofo."
But, I feel ya.:cool:
Irritated that the Camry failed inspection yesterday. It was a surprise to me, because I've been puttering on it and am pretty familiar with it and it's in great shape.
But it was failed for a hairline surface crack in a rubber bushing in one of the engine mounts. My wife had taken it in, and when it failed she asked how much it would cost to fix, and the guy said he could fix it for $175.
My BS detector is ringing like crazy. I looked at the paperwork he gave her, and they don't even list engine mounts as an item to be inspected. He wrote it in next to "suspension."
I can understand if a strut holding one of the wheels on is damaged, failing a car for that. Or any one of a score of other safety related items, but an engine mount? The bushing wasn't even torn. Just a hairline crack on the surface of the rubber. Even if it tore straight through, there is little danger. The bolts are still there holding it all together, it would just vibrate a bit more.
So my wife didn't get the work done. Waited for me to get home to look at it. It's a $12 part from Rock Auto and will take about 20 minutes to replace. It's right on top, so I don't even have to get under the car or anything. $175 is robbery. Assuming he charged $45 for the part and $70 for an hour's labor to do a 20 minute job, it should still only be $115.
It's too bad too, because that inspector was walking distance from our house. I need to find another guy. He had failed our other car last December for the rear drum brakes, but I knew those were getting old and worn, so that was a legitimate call. This one, I question.
Seems like a conflict that he can fail a car and then fix it right there for you so it will pass.
LJ i was already on the CU hunt since this incident. I have banked there for 30 years. Last xmas they had no 100's I wanted one for a wedding.:rolleyes: This is Wells Fargo and they actually sent me a survey asking me how I felt about my latest banking experience!!! REALLY???
UT you got that right. Every time I go in I think the employees look trashier than the local factory workers.[like me ;)] I am trying to buy a truck and this happened in the middle of the deal leaving my truck half payed. I am sure I could have gotten a line of credit using property but the least amount of business I do with this bank from now on the better. I will just wait lesson learned and car dealer will wait too...
Irritated that the Camry failed inspection yesterday. It was a surprise to me, because I've been puttering on it and am pretty familiar with it and it's in great shape.
But it was failed for a hairline surface crack in a rubber bushing in one of the engine mounts. My wife had taken it in, and when it failed she asked how much it would cost to fix, and the guy said he could fix it for $175.
My BS detector is ringing like crazy. I looked at the paperwork he gave her, and they don't even list engine mounts as an item to be inspected. He wrote it in next to "suspension."
I can understand if a strut holding one of the wheels on is damaged, failing a car for that. Or any one of a score of other safety related items, but an engine mount? The bushing wasn't even torn. Just a hairline crack on the surface of the rubber. Even if it tore straight through, there is little danger. The bolts are still there holding it all together, it would just vibrate a bit more.
So my wife didn't get the work done. Waited for me to get home to look at it. It's a $12 part from Rock Auto and will take about 20 minutes to replace. It's right on top, so I don't even have to get under the car or anything. $175 is robbery. Assuming he charged $45 for the part and $70 for an hour's labor to do a 20 minute job, it should still only be $115.
It's too bad too, because that inspector was walking distance from our house. I need to find another guy. He had failed our other car last December for the rear drum brakes, but I knew those were getting old and worn, so that was a legitimate call. This one, I question.
Seems like a conflict that he can fail a car and then fix it right there for you so it will pass.
Yah, find another guy. Don't put up with attempted fuckery.
In my neck-o-the-woods, to 'ghost' someone is to kill they ass dead.
"Next time I see Jimbo, Ima ghost that mofo."
But, I feel ya.:cool:
Ain't skeert
Dude, I totally wasn't thinking about you in particular,
I swear! I just pulled a name outta the air, and didn't think. I don't know why I didn't catch that.
Honest to God, Jim, that was a very unfortunate brainfart.
My sincerest apologies, sir.:o
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yeah, yeah... I knew that. don't fret your purdy little heid none.
He said I got a purty heid. :D
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If you run a business that makes appointments with its clients, and someone is trying to schedule a future appointment with you... the appropriate exchange goes like this:
Client: [rough approximation of a good time--mornings, Wednesdays, etc.]
Business: [specific suggestion of 2-3 spots available]
Here is how it does not go:
Client: [rough approximation of a good time]
Business: Mm-mmm, sorry.
Client: [pregnant pause]
Business: [dead silence]
Client: What do you have?
Business: [Gives a Wednesday date, four months out]
Client: There's not anything sooner?
Business: Yeah, there is.
Client: [another pregnant pause] ... And when are those appointments?
Business: [Gives a single date next week]
Client: Is that the only one?
Business: No, there are others. What time were you looking for?
I already fucking told you what I was looking for, and we established that you are the limiting factor with your heavily-booked schedule. Just tell me all the upcoming slots you have, or at least 2-3 of them, and I will pick one. Idiot.
Am I the only one that this happens to, all the fucking time? You're the one with a computer schedule in front of you, don't sit there all glassy-eyed and make me try to guess what you have available.
That's crazy clod, I'd go off on her. (assuming it's her, not sexist, but most are her)
My buddy was here this afternoon telling me his personal and business accounts are at the same bank. Usually he deposits large business checks (often $50 to $100k) with no problem. But there are two tellers at one branch who put a hold on every check he deposits. The manager apologizes and says bring the checks to her but refuses to speak to the tellers. He's changing banks.
This is Wells Fargo and they actually sent me a survey asking me how I felt about my latest banking experience!!! REALLY???
Yes, I was posting about Wells Fargo too.
Assuming he charged $45 for the part and $70 for an hour's labor to do a 20 minute job, it should still only be $115.
Plus condom, and for your sake lube.:rolleyes:
I looked it up online in the Virginia Code, and a "broken or missing" engine mount is cause for failing an inspection. I thought he was making up inspection categories, but see that it really is something they want him to inspect.
I still think it's perfectly fine though. It's not torn.
I question whether a cracked bushing and translate to broken mount. Even so, it's not unsafe, and he's really stretching it to drum up business. Even considering overhead, taxes, insurance, and possible liability, the quoted price shows a large profit motive.
That's crazy clod, I'd go off on her. (assuming it's her, not sexist, but most are her)
The thing is, this really does happen to me all the time, at a variety of businesses. Maybe I have the kind of face/voice that makes people think I want to dictate my appointments and nothing less will suffice? I almost never have people suggest appointment times they have available; they all ask what I want and then have to tell me "no" repeatedly.
Maybe your voice reminds them of the cartoons they loved and they drift off. ;)
It's beyond irritating me now. I replaced the engine mount. All proud of myself that it only took 20 minutes. I was tightening up the last bolt, using the torque wrench to do it perfectly. And the damn bolt snapped. It felt pretty tight to me, but the wrench hadn't clicked yet, so I kept tightening. Then there was a big click as the MF snapped on me.
Either the torque wrench is calibrated wrong or I'm using it wrong. But it worked perfectly on the first bolt.
So I've been to two car parts stores and one hardware store and can't find a bolt that fits. I'm pretty sure it's a non-standard M9 1.25 pitch bolt. So I finally gave in and went to the dealership to order a new bolt. It will be here Tuesday.
Four hours into this damn project so far, and the car is now disabled until the new bolt gets here.
Lesson learned: screw the torque wrench. Just follow my gut and tighten with a regular wrench.
Either the torque wrench is calibrated wrong or I'm using it wrong. But it worked perfectly on the first bolt.
Nope, can't make that assumption.
Some bolts, as designated by the manufacturer of the car, are not to be reused, the service manual should tell you which.
That bolt could have been over-torqued by the factory on anywhere along the way, causing it to be sub standard.
The bolt has been around a long time, nobody know the trouble it's see.
A burr or foreign material can cause binding which would require more force to overcome than the bolt is rated for.
Most nuts and bolts are oily enough to prevent galling, even though they look shiny clean. It can gall in a fraction of a revolution, and when it does you're generally screwed, not being able to move the bolt in either directing without breaking it.
Did you get the snapped bolt out?
Yeah. I got it out. It was sticking out the other side of the welded on nut, so I grabbed it by the threads with vice grips, which are a hand tool, ;) and was able to keep it going forward all the way out the other side. Good thing too, because it snapped inside the new mount, and I wouldn't have been able to get at it from that side.
It was hard to turn, snapped off, then the part inside didn't take a lot of torque to turn with the vicegrips (a hand tool of undetermined handedness)?
That would rule out galling and a burr or foreign material binding.
Yeah. It was very easy to turn with vice grips. I over tightened it with the torque wrench and it broke. The wrench should have prevented that from happening.
The only difference between this bolt and the first successful bolt was that this bolt was horizontal and the other was vertical.
Does a clicking torque wrench not work in some positions? Seems crazy to me.
No, any position. It can be affected buy using the off hand to support it by holding the head, but we're talking maybe a ft lb or two, nothing critical in most applications. It could be a wrench malfunction, but I'd be more inclined to suspect the bolt was defective or had been damaged somewhere along the line. At some point it might have been over torqued.
When a bolt is tightened first it stretches. On steam chest bolts we'd measure how much the cover bolts stretched until it reached a predetermined length, because it was too difficult to measure torque accurately on six inch diameter bolts.
Next the bolt reaches it's yield point. At the yield point the weakest section of the bolt stretches a little as it relieves some of the built up tension. That stretching(yielding), causes that point to grow slightly smaller in diameter. The manufacturers use some torque-to-yield bolts these days, hence bolts which can't be reused. The manuals identify those.
After it reaches the yield point, if you keep twisting, that weak point is where it will snap.
The barely dressed-up insult. Irritating. Insult me and incur my wrath or shut the fuck up. Pick a side of the fence.
And word ass. It never fails to irritate me that people will log in just to add a word to word ass.
dog
cat
rat
mouse
That's some clever fucking shit right there.
He said I got a purty heid. :D
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Do you use a lot of moisturizing lotion? It really helps later. I'm glad to see LJ is making a skin suit too
My shoulder is really hurting. Oww.
According to the xray I had a few weeks ago (forgot to mention on here at the time) I have calcific tendonitis. Which, for the uninitiated, hurts like buggery.
Currently having a flareup and it's making everything seem like harder work than it is.
About a two years ago a good buddy of mine had a mild heart attack. A bypass was done. The he began having problems with his lower leg, where they had taken the vein with which to perform the bypass. At least 3 operations on the leg, I don't know how many times he passed out because they couldn't get the blood thinner dosages right, many months off from work, pain, frustration and more pain.
The docs took his leg off three inches above the knee yesterday morning.
We all about half expected him to not let them take it. He's a very stubborn man, makes his living moving gigantic factory machinery, and the kind you might expect to choose dying over losing a leg.
His wife told me he never said but one word when they presented the scenario to him: Alright.
That's not my buddy. I'm afraid he's giving up.
Shit. I'd miss having a leg.
prayers sent for your friend, gravdigr
Thanks Sarge. I'll pass them along tomorrow morning.
That sucks, Grav. Sorry about your friend.
Very mild irritation for me.
Felt like something was crawling over my foot quite a few times today.
Looked to check for insects, flies, cotton from my trousers.
Eventually sat in the sun and there stuck in my flip flop was a little hair. And it's def mine because it's pink. Thank goodness the sun came out properly and it glinted or I'd have scratched myself raw - it had somehow got twisted round a sequin.
Sorry about your friend Grav. That's a shit deal.
I'm home from work today due to a bad cold.
There is a beep noise coming from my household. It beeps every 20-30 minutes.
I have no clue what is doing this beeping. I've ruled out several rooms, but it's difficult to triangulate from where I normally sit at my computer. I keep ruling things out: it's not the dehumidifier, it's not the laptop, it's not coming from the kitchen.
smoke detector?
carbon monoxide detector?
This is possible but shouldn't they beep every 30 seconds if they are low on battery? I tested the CO2 detector and it makes a much different sound than this beep.
for me it's usually a stopwatch or one of the kids' cellphones or ipods. old cellphone? fancy flashdrive?
Oh, man, I can't stand that shit. That would absolutely drive me insane.
Old cellphone is off, and has a dead battery as well
I bet this is going to turn out to be a dying battery issue with something that doesn't have to report a dead battery. The beep is not annoying, like smoke detectors are. It's a simple sine wave beep and is very short.
Because this house has open vents between the floors, through which the sound travels, this could be anywhere!
Because this house has open vents between the floors, through which the sound travels, this could be anywhere!
Separate utility room?
Freezer alarm or washing machine perhaps?
I switched off the washer about a half hour ago. The beep just happened as I was writing this.
Isn't the drama.... mildly irritating?
You'll prolly have to burn the house.
Sump or septic alarm?
Nope, no sump, and if there was an alarm for the septic it should have burnt out by now.
Keep the ideas comin'!
With my smoke detectors, it may initially be 10-15 minutes between "chirps" indicating a low battery. It can be a nuisance waiting for the next chirp to tell which detector it is; so, I twist them off their base mountings as I would to change the battery and I put them all next to me for awhile, some to my left and others to my right until one of them chirps again. If it continues to do the same with a fresh battery, the life of the unit's sensor is probably up and the detector needs to be replaced. Battery backup units beep intermittently when the electricity is out; but, some will also beep when their rechargeable battery is no longer holding a sufficient charge and needs to be replaced. If you have something like an APC battery backup for your cable modem and Wi-Fi router and those are in another part of the house, you might check that too.
I have ruled out two smoke detectors. I have also ruled out the entry room.
This time I made a note of when the beeps occurred
6:17
6:32
6:47
Aha. At 7:02 I hope to have another data point.
I have ruled out upstairs.
I have ruled out the tablet.
I have spent an entire weekend ruling out alarms as a beep resounded through the house every 120 seconds. I disconnected every smoke and CO alarm and the beeps continued. In the end it was a fading rechargeable battery, as sexobon suggests.
My sympathy.
Suspicions have moved to the UPS right under my feet
Ruled out. Now under suspicion is the smoke detector that was right above my head and I didn't notice it.
That's ruled out and the beep came a minute early this time.
FOUND IT. Verizon FIOS battery.
It's $50 to replace this battery. Now you have to understand what the battery is for, because this is part of this. I'm mildly annoyed, so YOU will be mildly annoyed.
In the olden days, the phone company had batteries in their central offices which would provide voltage to your phone. If your phone could ring, it had power coming to it.
But if you have FIOS coming to your house, it's fiber. It's not copper. It doesn't conduct electricity. It only carries data.
Lucky your voice can be converted to data, and it only takes a fraction of a percentage of a high speed FIOS connection to transmit the voice part. So that's what they do now, they do the conversion in a box somewhere in your house.
However this means that your old phones will no longer work, because they don't get power from the central office. The solution: put a battery in your house to provide power to your phones.
Sneakily the phone company puts a 1 year warranty on these batteries and so you will eventually have to pay that $50 for voltage these assholes used to provide gratis.
Now me, I ordered phone service and never used it, so I will cancel my phone service and remove the need for this battery. But I'll bet they won't come out to remove it. No, that would be a service call. It's too much.
I have found a youtube procedure for disconnecting the battery temporarily, and this is supposed to stop the beep for about a month.
Something just beeped in my kitchen while I was cooking. I blame you, Undertoad.
... Sneakily the phone company puts a 1 year warranty on these batteries and so you will eventually have to pay that $50 for voltage these assholes used to provide gratis. ...
Yeahbut, they gave you an
acoustic field rotator for free!
In the olden days, the phone company had batteries in their central offices which would provide voltage to your phone. If your phone could ring, it had power coming to it.
But they moved on to power coming from a transformer on the pole instead of those wimpy batteries. I ran into phone lines carrying 110VDC in Texas. What a surprise arcing that sumbitch to the aluminum trainer. :eek:
Sneakily the phone company puts a 1 year warranty on these batteries and so you will eventually have to pay that $50 for voltage these assholes used to provide gratis.
Tons of cheaper options on the net, and with clodfobble's link you can get a nice one from Amazon.
I bought one and then realized nobody calls me anyway, so it didn't get installed.;)
Eva is going through issues with bedtime the last couple of nights. Not really sure why, but she's really starting to irritate me.
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No nap for her today. Let's see how she likes them apples at bed time!
Good luck Ali. Hope it works.
Mildly irritating me this morning is that pop-up ads have made the transition to meat space. And there's no effective ad blocker. Clicking doesn't even get rid of them. You have to scrape and peel.
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Fuckin' Bezos.
I can see that would be irritating.
I don't read the newspaper very often, but, yeah, I hate that shit.
No problem at bedtime last night. Thank goodness.
Yes, it would have been terrible to have to call the police on myself. lol
My knee. Old basketball injury (not football injury as my nephew joked.) I had the meniscus cartilage removed my freshman year of college. I was informed I might have issues later with arthritis. Well, it ain't so much it's been hurting, it's just that it 'gives out' while I'm walking normally. And it sounds and feels crunchy inside, I can make it crunch by straightening it out or by pushing on my kneecap area. I think I did something while I was doing some intensive cleaning and moving furniture around (by myself, natch.)
So I bought a good stabilizer today. I'm hoping that the problem will work itself out. It's not like I haven't had some issues over the past 30 years, but it usually works itself out. I'm trying to avoid the doctor who will probably recommend some sort of surgery and I just don't want to do that. Imma DIY for a while.
The brace is helping though. I can walk around carefully and not be afraid of that 'giving out' feeling.
I need to get a job. That job is looking more and more like factory. I don't mind that. But I can't do it if I am hobbling around like some post-Annie James Caan.
Old. Old I am. And I need to drop some poundage. Maybe I should get back on the hormones.
ugh...
One of my fencing buddies, who is carrying a lot of extra weight tore his meniscus. He had some kind of procedure but the swelling is still pretty bad. Looks like he'll end up getting an MRI despite all the PT. Non-functional knees are the suck.
Big word, three syllables, ... Crepitus.
Among things you'll find by googling
crepitus knee:
Crepitus in the Knee
How to Treat Crepitus in the Knee:)
Yeah, the first doc I went to in HS, when I hurt it in basketball, said it was ligament. They pulled tons of liquid off it. That's about all he did. What a quack. When I rehurt it in college I went to another doc who was like "Oh yeah, meniscus cartilage." At that point it was all folded up. Couldn't put weight on it. I was great on crutches though. Over thanksgiving break he did arthroscopic surgery and removed it.
So I guess now the scar tissue that replaced it isn't holding up. I know part of it is weight and part of it is old age and the inevitable. I'm in denial about both, but not enough I won't try to fix the parts I can by myself. For now.
It is the suck. But I won't be 'that' old lady. I just won't.
Thanks, sexobon!
I thought 'crepitus' was a funny joke, meaning it creeps up on my old ass.
I'll look into those things in the articles you posted.
It might irritate me if I gave a shit....... WordsWithFriends on Facebook updated and suddenly my games history shows all these people I allegedly lost to and a button to start a rematch. I only ever play one person. WTF? Must be some marketing ploy. I'm not even sure I have facebook friend with those names, but they're pretty common names so I may do... spamholes
I abandoned WWF when it kept trying to up-sell in-game purchases after every turn.
Sent by thought transference
I had to read monsters post to realise you werent referring to the world wildlife fund.
I had to read monsters post to realise you werent referring to the world wildlife fund.
Likewise!
I also had to consider the possibility that it might have been the World Wrestling Federation (as was).
Big word, three syllables, ... Crepitus.
Among things you'll find by googling crepitus knee:
Crepitus in the Knee
How to Treat Crepitus in the Knee
This isn't going well. My knee is giving out more and more. I thought it was doing better and I was walking around a lot to keep it going and then POOF, out again. Then today at the library, and the grocery, I almost went down. So I'm limping like an idiot which strains my other leg. Wish I still had my crutches. I guess I'll have to go to the doc. :(
Bummer ... take it easy, wth are you out doing all day? Go get a BIG BAG of Cheetos and a 12 pack. Park your ass on the sofa and watch 80's reruns all day.
As great as that sounds, I don't think it will be helpful. I'm job hunting, and all. And it looks like I'll either end up in a factory or as an administrative assistant or customer service and I FAR FAR FAR FAR FAR prefer the factory.
My applications to be mayor or fire chief or runner of the sewage plant or court girl or assistant director of the cultural event place have all been ignored...so...
If you need crutches, go to a Salvation Army. They always have some there for cheap.
I hear ya, IM. I'm looking again also. After 3 decades of constant employment, the last couple years has been really tough. My current position is awful. I work for idiots. Its do frustrating.
Year one I caught two mice over the winter
Year two, there were three
This October: three mice so far! Is it because half the brush they used to live in has been cleared out by the uphill neighbor? Am I facing an onslaught? How shall I prepare?
Maybe you are catching more because you're getting better at it.
How shall I prepare?
Buy cheese. Or a gray tabbycat.
This as good a place as any, I guess, cuz, I am mildly irritated...
I got mail this morning. I very, very rarely receive mail (oh, I get stuff addressed to 'occupant', and 'or current resident', but never real mail).
It was from AARP.:right:
I'm 46, ya AARPy fukkers!:bitching:
I grabbed my Sharpie, and set to work. And then put their now-unpleasantly-revised form in their post-paid envelope, and promptly sent it back.
:flipbird:
Cats, Mr. Undertoad, Cats.
Adding a cat would cost me $1000 of additional security deposit.
Better make friends, then.
With the mice.:cheese:
My cats bring me mice. And voles. And shrews. And the occasional rat. Not necessarily dead.
Actually that mildly irritates me, too!
C'mon worth the money. Meet Bonny and Clyde.
Last night a Badger, or possibly Badgers, decided to excavate the back lawn.
My objection isn't so much the damage, which is easily rectified, but the fact that being nocturnal creatures they're difficult to spot.
By pure good luck, Dad looked out the back window just before 9pm one evening last month and, in the light from the house, saw one pottering about the lawn.
It didn't do any damage and we wouldn't have known that it had been there had Dad not spotted it.
Eventually, it ambled off past the honeysuckle to I know not where.
For most people the only time they see a Badger is when one has met its doom on the road. I am quite fond of the creatures so don't begrudge them their forays into the garden.
They are opportunist feeders and will take whatever is on offer. I believe that they are after Chafer grubs which seem to be in surplus at the moment. The same thing happened the Autumn before last.
Anyway, this is what it/they did...
It only took a few minutes to roll it back again.
Those look like exit wounds from a zombie birthday
I would go full Carl Spackler on those badgers.
Makes me want to get a badger and sic it on my catnapping neighbor's yard. That would be so awesome!
I would go full Carl Spackler on those badgers.
Makes me want to get a badger and sic it on my catnapping neighbor's yard. That would be so awesome!
Had to look up 'Carl Spackler'.
Badgers here are a protected species, although they are being culled in some areas where Bovine TB is a problem as they can carry the disease. That's a debate for another time.
We tend to be fond of the creatures here as they were once quite rare and seldom seen. They've made a remarkable recovery in recent years.
I've got your badger right here....
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Holey shyte. Those badgers are amazing in an irritating way. Never seen anything like that before.
Holey shyte. Those badgers are amazing in an irritating way. Never seen anything like that before.
This is what they did two years ago.
It hasn't been as bad this Autumn........ as yet!
Holey shyte. Those badgers are amazing in an irritating way. Never seen anything like that before.
Yeah, even
Shaft ain't got nothing on a badger.
Two more mice last night bringing the total to 5
Shone a torch out of the conservatory window about ten minutes ago (just before 10pm) to see that the lawn had been ripped to shreds AGAIN.
Further inspection pencilled in for first light tomorrow.
Got a call today from a company that I did an online application for as part of my unemployment requirements. The place is an hour away and they called to tell me that they wanted to talk with me about a PT position in manufacturing, i.e. machine operator. The pay is less than $10/hr. Barely worth the gas money. I was caught off guard and said Yes to a 9:00am meeting tomorrow. I already realize I won't take the job - I can't afford to.
Not sure if I want to drive all the way there to give them the news in person, is it worth it considering there may be a job in another part of the company that pays more and uses my skills? This job is relatively speaking, unskilled labor but ti requires certain perceptive abilities relating to color.
I am tempted to call in the morning and tell them, politely, to look for someone else who can work for >$10/hr.
You should go on the interview - mostly because of the unemployment requirements, but also to see what else is going on with the company.
Yeah, they have a ton of other openings and they have dozens of locations throghout the US and world. They are big. I just re-read the job description and it is 2 twelve hour shifts per week.
You should go on the interview - mostly because of the unemployment requirements, but also to see what else is going on with the company.
I took an interview today just to see what folks are up to in my extended field. It was interesting.
This as good a place as any, I guess, cuz, I am mildly irritated...
I got mail this morning. I very, very rarely receive mail (oh, I get stuff addressed to 'occupant', and 'or current resident', but never real mail).
It was from AARP.:right:
I'm 46, ya AARPy fukkers!:bitching:
I grabbed my Sharpie, and set to work. And then put their now-unpleasantly-revised form in their post-paid envelope, and promptly sent it back.
:flipbird:
i get those letters too. Don't take it personally...lol.
I am tempted to call in the morning and tell them, politely, to look for someone else who can work for >$10/hr.
No no, certainly after they meet you they'll be scrambling to find an office (with a door) worthy of your talents. :yesnod:
Helps to keep interview skills polished too.
My current interaction with nature is pretty one-sided, but a lot less damaging than Carruther's badger-frolics.
Current visitors to my window...
(ETA sorry about the size. Can't seem to get it right on the computes they have at this training centre.)
Wow! Look at squirrel nutkin coming in your window!
I'd be alarmed, but then, I think nature is great when it stays outside.
That's a great picture of the Jay. I haven't seen one as close as that for some time.
I do sometimes see a flash of colour accompanied by a raucous call when one flies to the nearest Oak when I'm walking across the fields, but that's about it.
Great pics, Sundae!
Hope things are going well.
I posted this
article about default parents on facebook yesterday with my quote:
Yes, read this. I am definitely the default parent in our household. I hope my husband bothers reading this. Especially this part.
"What's troubling is there seems to be no meaningful escape for the default parent. They don't get a break unless they physically remove themselves completely from their families... and throw their phones in a lake. Even when they do get a weekend away, they leave a detailed spreadsheet of daily activities organized by event time with notes. They arrange carpools and playdates, and leave a wrapped present for the birthday party. The non-default parent? They just leave. Incredibly, they just kiss us goodbye, and leave. Motherf***er. OK, deep breath. Serenity now. The only dream left for the default parent is to contract a highly contagious, non-life threatening virus. But even then, we know the children will find us in our quarantine tent to ask us to open a jar."
Now one of my bloody cousins has gone all, perfect couple bullshit on me telling me how people should communicate better blah blah and then there'll be no problem.
FFS, it's bloody facebook and it's half a joke, but there are some parts in the article that ring true, so it's a bit contentious, which is why I put the part that was most relevant to my situation in my comments.
It's just irritating when people give you the whole, "you're doing it wrong" talk when their own shit is far from perfect.
Ignore them Ali!
Sent by thought transference
The only dream left for the default parent is to contract a highly contagious, non-life threatening virus.
No shit, when meningitis put me in the hospital for four days it was
awesome. I wasn't just on morphine, I was on morphine and
alone. In silence.
That's why I was taken back when you talked about having more. ;)
Oh, that was long ago, and was more about me letting go of old Plans (TM) rather than a real consideration. Mr. Clod got snipped like 2 years ago.
Thank god for you guys. I was starting to wonder if i was being unreasonable. Haha. Turns out, not.
Missed that on your Fb page. Lil too accurate for me. Ms. Wonderful stopped by tonight without warning to take Dan for dinner.
Oh awesome! Hope Dan had a good time and got home in time for bed. xx
X-mas music started today. WTF?
Saw a damn lit tree in a yard today.
Maybe the lights are meant to attract turkeys for Thanksgiving.
all the shops here are full of xmas stuff. most of them started a couple of weeks ago.
One local supermarket has been quietly bringing in stocks of Christmas goods for a few weeks now.
Tins of sweets and biscuits (cookies) that are only sold at Chistmas have been appearing at the ends of aisles in ever greater volume.
There's no overt reference to Christmas as yet, but it doesn't take the detective skills of Sherlock Holmes to work out what's going on.
Maybe the lights are meant to attract turkeys for Thanksgiving.
I'm thinking the turkey put them up.
Just had a fifth interview this morning, was told this afternoon I was over qualified, the position pays significantly more than I am making now doing almost the same thing. Plus, it is much closer to home so my commute, when I go to the office, would be half of what it is now. They are concerned I would get bored and leave in six months.
Shouldn't they at least give me the opportunity to say yes?
...the position pays significantly more than I am making now doing almost the same thing.
Do they know that? Was the pay rate set before you applied?
Shouldn't they at least give me the opportunity to say yes?
In a fair world they should, but we know better don't we. Sorry, but at least you're working.
How long have you done your current job?
Do they have someone else they can hire?
If not, maybe you could split the difference between what you earn now and what they offered and suggest you work for that for 6 months and if you don't split, they pay you that plus the difference from that point
Irritating me yesterday, but I'm over it today.
So my wife and I were talking about how things have just been too much lately and how it would be awesome to take a vacation. So I started looking at winter break airfares to warm climates, and was hoping for some miracle sale or something, but of course, all the warm places I could thin of during school break are $750 per person RT just for airfare (times 4.) Too much.
So then I found direct round trip flights to St. Augustine for $164 each. Outstanding! We can afford that! Stay in some crappy motel and rent a cheap car. It seemed doable. So I mentioned it to the kids. "Hey, let's go to Florida after Christmas for a week." And they completely shot me down. They want to stay home in case their friends happen to want to get together.
I'm not one to force people to let me spend a couple grand on them taking them on vacation. So I dropped the idea. But who are these kids?
You and the wife take that week off anyway. Take yourselves a staycation. Stay the night or weekend right there in/near town in a really nice hotel. Spend a little bit of that couple grand on yerownselves. Throw the kids at some relatives/friends for the night/weekend.
I agree. When they're little, vacations are for the kids. When they're older, vacations are for the grownups. I admit it felt weird, even a little wrong, when we first decided to go on a vacation without the kids this summer. But it was awesome. And they did just fine with the Grandmas. And when it was looking like there might be a day in the middle where the Grandmas couldn't make the coverage, some friends at the church offered to stay with them if we needed. You'd be surprised how excited old people are to get to take care of kids for a couple days. :)
Chain 'em to a radiator for a week, with a blanket and some food. They'll need even less food if you turn the heat off, because their metabolism slows down in hibernation.
Oh, and a pot to piss in. :lol2:
A Badger ripped up the back lawn again last night. Generally speaking, it’s a fairly straightforward job reinstating the turf as long as it has been rolled back and is still connected to the rest of the lawn in a substantial manner. Unfortunately, the same area is excavated time after time and the turf is beginning to fragment, the consequence being that I didn’t have enough turf left to fill the holes.
I’d hoped that the worst was over as there can’t be too many of the grubs they like left.
Anyway, there’s always an entry on the credit side of the ledger to balance it out.
Post #10459Virulent hiccups AND nosebleed.
And Limes didn't even get my pics.
Bad day all round here.
Would it cheer you up at all to know I found your pink camera?
Virulent hiccups
I can't help with the bleedy noses, but, a teaspoon of sugar will knock out the hiccups.
:hug:
Post #10459
Infinite loop warning.
Virulent hiccups AND nosebleed.
And Limes didn't even get my pics.
Bad day all round here.
Got the pics! Will post 2moz.
Sent by thought transference
My cure for virulent hiccups is multiple slowww sips of water. Over and over, very slow. It seems to get the old irritable diaphragm back into order. YMMV.
day three of my man cold. I just spent $18 on Scorched Earth strength Mucinex. If swallowing the tablets won't help I'll crush them up and snort them.
Guaifenesin rulez
Just leave the goddamned door standing wide fucking open. Why bother even moving the fucking thing toward closed? Hell, it's almost forty goddamn degrees! Why do we even have fucking walls?
Also: If there was a button that could kill every blue jay on the planet, I would jump up & down on that bitch.
[COLOR=White]____________________[/COLOR]That makes me want to cry.
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Die, screechy scum, die!!
So I'm registered with two state labor job banks and have been looking now for some months. Today I searched for jobs with a min salary of 25K (~12.50/hr)
They want degrees in engineering and multiple years experience in the field.
The warehouse forklift job (min wage) only requires a HS diploma but requires a year of warehouse experience with pallet jacks and fork trucks, with NO OTJ!
Where the fuck are the jobs?
Last week I applied for a bakery job, the online app took 45min to fill out for a minimum wage job that expected three years of bakery experience AND full knowledge of health and safety codes for restaurants, determining product pricing, and ordering and maintaining inventory. Oh and also culinary school experience.
So I'm registered with two state labor job banks and have been looking now for some months. Today I searched for jobs with a min salary of 25K (~12.50/hr)
They want degrees in engineering and multiple years experience in the field.
The warehouse forklift job (min wage) only requires a HS diploma but requires a year of warehouse experience with pallet jacks and fork trucks, with NO OTJ!
Where the fuck are the jobs?
Last week I applied for a bakery job, the online app took 45min to fill out for a minimum wage job that expected three years of bakery experience AND full knowledge of health and safety codes for restaurants, determining product pricing, and ordering and maintaining inventory. Oh and also culinary school experience.
I hear ya. I've been going fast and hard for a few months now. I'm not tryin' to be Pope. Or even astronaut. But the scrutiny is really intense. No probs with the interviews or skills tests, or the background checks or the piss tests. There's always one more thing. (Columbo...but one more thing...)
It's crazy.
I have some good tugs lately but who knows if they'll pan out? Just make sure you can dance like Baryshnikov if'n you're 50 or older. It's very important you can do that.
:hugz:
Note to my downstairs neighbour.
Either get up or switch your flipping alarm off.
You had me searching the flat for MONTHS thinking it was mine. Now you've moved it, which proved it.
Now I can deal with Dana sleeping through a nuclear attack. Because I love her, she can sleep through my snoring, and anyway when we share a room in Glasgow, she's near enough to for me to brain her. [see different thread for reason I try not to share, inc sleep talking and screaming meemies - poor Limey]
So anyway, downstairs neighbour.
Switch it off or I'm sending the boys round. And that includes Carrot.
I hear you foot. Somehow we're in an economy where you have to stay on your original career path regardless. Good thing we're middle-aged white guys because we have all the advantages.
Yeah. For a long time with me, it was, why do you want to work at a cafeteria making $12? We have plenty of high school kids willing to do this job. All along I thought that, because I'm heavily overqualified, that means I automatically get any of those kinds of jobs. It turns out you always have to fit the preconceived notion of what kind of person will fit that job.
In "American Beauty", Lester can't actually get that fast food job. In "Office Space", Peter can't really get that construction job.
Part of it is they also assume that the minute you get something better, you'll leave and have wasted their time.
This is why I think I'm probably a low-level sociopath--lying would be my very first instinct in this situation, to the point that I'm confused when other people don't do it. Just say you have no job history. You never moved out of your parents' house, but now your mom has finally died and your dad has kicked you out. Act a little dumb, not a lot but slip in "ain't" and "got no" a few times. If they have a preconceived notion, all you have to do is fit it.
Sadly, that makes more than a little sense.
I'm with you on the lying 100%. Unfortunately my vocabulary gives me away; words that I think are ordinary, everyday words, are not so everyday. I highly edit my work history, especially when I realized if I mention a job I took as a stop gap they will reason I worked for 15 bucks an hour before so they'll offer me 10.
I had more to post on this topic but I'll get too angry.
"How did you get fired from the pool job Footer?"
"I told them that we needed highly delineated lines of authority to maximize productivity, and that emptying the trash liners was Ashley's bailiwick."
with you too foot. or is that three foot?
"How did you get fired from the pool job Footer?"
"I told them that we needed highly delineated lines of authority to maximize productivity, and that emptying the trash liners was Ashley's bailiwick."
:lol:
Ok, so one job is with a 'major trucking company' and the background check is brutal. "Um, we have found you farted in third grade. Since Sister Francis is dead, would you please give us another source (non-relative) who will confirm or deny your fart, and if confirmed please supply the dates and the circumstances under which you farted."
I've gotten so far with this one, but this is killing me. I can't tell you exactly what the problem is but rest assured it was a VERY long time ago. And I'm not exactly applying for some sinister double-secret undercover thing...it's entering fucking numbers into a fucking database. It ain't even gubbermint work.
Fuck 'em.
On the other hand, I rode in a Big Darkish Color (not tan or black) truck today as a seasonal helper. (Trying to avoid the Big Googly Moogly here.) It was a blast and fast paced and I was in and out of the truck the whole time and hopefully I'll be doing this every day, except weekends, through the holidays. Pretty good pay for seasonal help too. Who knows, maybe a miracle will net me a longer term position.
This. I had to turn it off 2 minutes fifteen seconds in. I was about to scream. Out loud. Really. I mean, WTGDF?! A fucking two year old can drive better. I've seen it.
Drugs. I'm just going to assume she is on drugs, of some very high-octane variety. Trippin' balls. Has to be. If I saw my mother do that, I would, literally, take the keys from her, on the spot.
When the guy comes out and moves his car, I looked down to get a spoonful of noodles, and suddenly she's now trapped between the other vehicle and the curb.
"WHAT IN THE FUCK?!?!?!?!" out loud in the room.
I was actually surprised by how mad this video made me.
I have absolutely no tolerance for this type of thing.
Anyway, the inexplicable vid:
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On the other hand, I rode in a Big Darkish Color (not tan or black) truck today as a seasonal helper. (Trying to avoid the Big Googly Moogly here.) It was a blast and fast paced and I was in and out of the truck the whole time and hopefully I'll be doing this every day, except weekends, through the holidays. Pretty good pay for seasonal help too. Who knows, maybe a miracle will net me a longer term position.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
Now where the fuck is my package? :mad: ;)
On the other hand, I rode in a Big Darkish Color (not tan or black) truck today as a seasonal helper. (Trying to avoid the Big Googly Moogly here.) It was a blast and fast paced and I was in and out of the truck the whole time and hopefully I'll be doing this every day, except weekends, through the holidays. Pretty good pay for seasonal help too. Who knows, maybe a miracle will net me a longer term position.
THAT is cool!
A fucking two year old can drive better.
THAT is pathetic. Gotta be under the influence of something.
Thanks monster and glatt. Doing a repeat of the big truck today. I am getting placed in the great white north because the other fools don't want to drive there (even people closer than I am!) but i don't mind. The driver is nice and I love those small towns (and small businesses) up there.
Did they train you on which foot to use to step into the truck for maximum efficiency? I heard they had all that stuff down to a science.
A girl, ok middle-aged white woman, I went to high school with drives for a similar organization with a different color scheme. She's been at it for a decade or so and still seems to enjoy it. It's funny because she seemed really unhappy back in school but seems quite happy with the driving gig. When I was weighing what to do at my last job change I considered the seasonal package job as a way to break in to something different. My new gig involves a lot of driving and real interactions with people living lives in their natural habitat, much better than the classroom construct for me. Good luck on the open road!
My cousin's wife was in the medical field for 30 years, and she just took a job at the service counter of a salon and couldn't be happier. I think there's a lot to be said for doing something simple and fun and not tying your self-worth up in a previous generation's concept of a successful career path.
This job I'm in now started off with a lot of stress, having long term projects that would weigh on me even in my off hours. I'd grind my damn teeth at night. But now has evolved into a never ending series of simple jobs that can be done in a couple hours or at most, a couple days. It's awesome, because I basically never think about work when I'm not there.
I can see how delivering packages and being finished with each task in a matter of a few minutes would be really nice too.
A girl, ok middle-aged white woman, I went to high school with drives for a similar organization with a different color scheme. She's been at it for a decade or so and still seems to enjoy it. It's funny because she seemed really unhappy back in school but seems quite happy with the driving gig.
That company is an amalgamation of five divisions. Rather than have employees for the home delivery division, they use contractors with designated territories. This gives drivers more flexibility and less scrutiny than the big brown drivers. Some people really thrive in that environment.
My brother's buddy has northern VT and NH, plus southern ME. He had to buy the 4-wheel drive truck they "suggested", as their busiest time collides with their nastiest weather. But he has considerable freedom as to route and time, because any inefficiency is on him.
I curse whenever I see something is coming by fedex. I live in town A, but my mail is delivered by town B. So the fedex contractor for town B gets the package but stops at the border and says, "ain't my job". No matter how many times I explain the problem to the dispatcher it doesn't help. One package came from the west coast in the fedex terminal in two days, but the ten miles to my house took eight days, in spite of talking to the dispatcher three times and the driver twice.
It seems the Amazon/USPS fling is not as good as I'd hoped.
I wasn't angling for a free/cheap shipping deal, I paid a 23% premium for shipping and handling, which Amazon has refunded.
December 5, 2014, 11:42 am, Sterling VA US Package has left seller facility and is in transit to carrier
December 5, 2014, 2:43 pm, Sterling VA US Package received by carrier
December 5, 2014, 7:35 pm, Laurel MD US Package arrived at a carrier facility
December 6, 2014, 3:14 am, Laurel MD US Package has left the carrier facility
December 6, 2014, 5:34 am, Philadelphia PA US Package arrived at a carrier facility
December 8, 2014, 1:55 am, Philadelphia PA US Package arrived at a carrier facility
December 8, 2014, 12:05 pm, Philadelphia PA US Package has been transferred to the USPS and will be
delivered by your local postal office
December 10, 2014, 12:14 pm, --- Package arrived at a carrier facility
Seems to be some contradictory data, and strange time/distance entries.
Got to Philly (10 miles from me) on the 6th and still hasn't got here
Did they train you on which foot to use to step into the truck for maximum efficiency? I heard they had all that stuff down to a science.
As a 'helper' the training was minimal but they are very adamant about certain things.
My problem is my knee. I have to move in certain ways to keep it from giving way. However, this makes me adhere to the 'three points' suggestion which is always having contact with two feet and one hand or two hands and one foot.
I limp slightly but keep moving quickly so I'm not holding anyone up. Must be doing OK I'm going with the same driver for the third day and if they don't like you they'll tell them not to send you anymore. We seem to have worked out a pretty good system. He's nice in that we can chat but there's also a lot of quiet. We seem to be a good team. I hope he thinks so too.
Well, off to suit up, brace the knee, and hope for another successful day.
p.s. Still plugging away with the trucking company who needs to know the last time I ate pasta and was it marinara or alfredo sauce, etc. They keep asking questions I keep answering.
p.p.s. Sorry these posts keep ending up in this thread but it just seems to fit with the continuation. Anyway, I created this thread, dammit, I can derail it any time I want. (Isn't that the rule? No?)
:bolt:
It's physically possible to have walked the package from Sterling to your house in that time. Would have been a long walk, and would wear you out, but doable. Only 20-25 miles a day. That's about ten hours a day of walking.
Five (hours) if you walk like a Glatt.
I just saw infinite monkey's post in there. I totally missed it as my post went up. Sorry to hear your knee is giving you pause, but pleased to hear you are keeping up.
I have an important networking event tomorrow afternoon, a presentation to the hospital Board on Monday, several site visits to regional companies early in the week, and another work event on Wednesday evening ... and my left eye has just developed a lovely case of episcleritis. My eye is red, with a big raised patch on the lateral side that looks gross, and it's painful enough to be distracting. Also, I can hardly keep it open.
I'm heading to the pharmacy to pick up some steroid and NSAID drops that I hope will settle it. Otherwise I may be wearing a holiday glitter eye patch for all these meetings and events. :right:
Hahaha! I wish ...
Although if the 'roids and ketorolac drops keep helping, I won't need to dress like either one. Hooray for 'roids!!
They'll make your testicles shrink.
I'll keep that in mind. ;)
But oh, the blessed relief! 'Roids aren't benign, but when you really need 'em, there is no substitute.
There is surely no work to be done for the rest of the xmas season, yet here I sit at my desk waiting for work to come in and be done, so that I can avoid taking valuable vacation days up during this slack period.
Eeeeeeeeasy money.
These are the good old days.
My computer just had a stroke. Locked up tight. No CTRL-ALT-DEL, nothing. Did a hard reset, everything seems ok. I think that's the first time this particular 'puter locked up in the BSOD way.
Do ya still get the Blue Screen Of Death when the computer takes the short dirt nap?
I had one tab open in Firefox (34.0.5, updated yesterday afternoon, hating the new search bar, btw) and was in GooglEarth (6.2.2.6613) StreetView looking at the Red Lobster in Times Square, when it laid down.
I updated Windows (a massive undertaking, I hate updating Windows, something always goes wrong during or after) yesterday, also. I did the FF update, then messed around, everything seemed kosher. Updated Windows, messed around a little, everything seemed fine. Updated AVG, and everything seemed fine after that, too.
Maybe the puter just decided to sneeze or something.
ETA: I was trying to determine if Billy had eaten a red lobster in Times Square, or eaten at Red Lobster in Times Square. Perhaps it was both.
... and was in GooglEarth (6.2.2.6613) StreetView looking at the Red Lobster in Times Square...
I totally did this too!
Curious minds...:rolleyes:
There is surely no work to be done for the rest of the xmas season, yet here I sit at my desk waiting for work to come in and be done, so that I can avoid taking valuable vacation days up during this slack period.
Ah well, tomorrow is another day.
Goddamn, I fucking hate glitter.
Holy shit! I just got a few more Christmas cards in the mail. The goddamned things were covered in it! Now that shit is all over. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck glitter!
I pulled glitter out of my eye this morning.
The kids are watching "Short Circuit," a bad 80s robot movie that I loved as a kid and wanted to share with them.
There is SO MUCH swearing in this thing. It's a Disney movie, for fuck's sake! We don't make a big deal about language, but it's like they're watching The Wire up there...
Dis assemble? Number 5 is alive!
Please forgive me for posting yet another picture of the damage caused by Badgers.
Generally speaking, it's an easy enough job to roll back the turf and end up with a reasonable end result without too much effort.
Unfortunately, the last visit was overnight last Saturday/Sunday after which the frost set in. It hasn't been out of the ground since then.
Under those circumstances it is impossible to even attempt a repair job. The temperature is forecast to rise over the next couple of days so I might be able to have a go on Friday.
Good job we don't have Wildebeest in this country.
You could trap them and sell them. A small sideline business, perhaps?
You could trap them and sell them. A small sideline business, perhaps?
:o:o:o
I Emailed the same picture to a mate. He offered to lend me a mouse trap. :facepalm:
Actually, I'm not going to be too harsh on the creatures. For years they were persecuted before they were afforded legal protection and the only time most people ever saw one was when it had been killed on the road.
It was rare indeed to ever see one alive, let alone have them visit your garden. Farmers aren't too keen on them as they can carry Bovine TB and experimental licensed culls have been carried out in areas where the disease is a significant problem. The outcome of the culls has been far from conclusive and feelings run high on both sides of the debate.
I'm prepared to give them the benefit of the doubt.
I like your garden. Maybe not the badger mess, but the rest is nice. Fairly large too by UK standards, isn't it?
I like your garden. Maybe not the badger mess, but the rest is nice. Fairly large too by UK standards, isn't it?
Yes, it's not a bad size, all things considered.
The bungalow is set back from the road which is an advantage but the plot is a little on the narrow side.
The back garden slopes quite markedly and then plunges steeply to a stream. Dad was a keen gardener and I suspect that I am a disappointment to him in that respect as well as several others, but I manage to keep it reasonably tidy.
Let's be honest, I'm never going to trouble the judges at the next Royal Horticultural Society Show. :eyebrow:
You have a stream? That's cool. It will come in handy during the zombie apocalypse.
:o:o:o
Actually, I'm not going to be too harsh on the creatures. For years they were persecuted before they were afforded legal protection and the only time most people ever saw one was when it had been killed on the road.
But of course, that drunk driver who ran over your children was only drunk because he's been bullied as a child which let to a series of broken marriages and losing lottery tickets. So you can't be too hard on him.
Prepared to give them(him) the benefit of the doubt?
Sir, that's how empires are lost! :eyebrow:
Let's be honest, I'm never going to trouble the judges at the next Royal Horticultural Society Show.
Well, not with an attitude like that, you won't.
:p:
Badgers? We don't need no stinkin' badgers!!
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Here in about an hour or so, Ima walk into Little Caesar's and buy every Hot 'n' Ready pizza they got.
If they got any.
ETA: I ain't really feeling it this year. I bet I'm in bed by 10.
Missed it by thirty minutes.
Nothing wrong with being alone with your penis. ;)
Good lord NFL get some professional referees.
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See, here's the thing: Benny apologized to everyone for his failure to bring the game through. But, little known fact...except as told by Benny...he had some whiplash. HE HAD SOME WHIPWHASH! But he played through, after flopping like a soccer player. Poor Benny. So it's not his fault really, but he's following his publicist's guidance. Benny needs some creds. Flop, cred, flop, cred.
It must be the referees' fault. Of course! :lol:
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It must be the referees' fault. Of course! :lol:
Nah, they played a terrible game, but the refs did take a touchdown off the board when a Raven soccer flopped to create the illusion of a hold and Miller was sent off the field by the refs to check for a concussion on a helmet to helmet tackle that somehow went without a flag.
I know you hate Ben because he is a worse person than Johnny Manziel, but he was injured on that play and should have been sidelined. How'd the Browns make out in the first round?
Re: NFL Bad Lip Reading
Never lease a cat.
:lol2:
One of the kitchen lights got re-angled o it was shining straight in my eyes when I looked up at beest in the doorway. I is blinded :(
I'm usually good with knives. I am very careful about putting them upside down in the dish drainer and such. But today I reached into the sink to grab a plate and forgot I had my most best and serrated lifetime of sharpness knife in there. I sliced the crap out of my right pinkie finger. It stopped bleeding, but it is important for typing the letter P, and for enter, and for right shifting. It's so sore! That will learn me!
Heh...thanks! That was the response I was hoping for. It's not so sore this morning.
Glad it's feeling better.
It's still sore, and getting sorer because it's right on the spot where my right pinky hits the keys when typing. But when I first did it I was worried I might need stitches so I'm glad it was just a flesh wound. I'm not at a part at work where I'm typing all the time so that's good, because I have to go slow and try not to hit the cut when shifting, ending a sentence, etc and so on. ;) (And typing the semi colon for a winkie smilie.)
Two finger typing has its merits sometimes.
Today I am being horrendously irritated by grubby people, and dog-mouths.
The grubby people aren't dirty, they just want to grub about in things. Their crinkly carrier bags, their paper bags with pasties in, crisp packets and ridiculously small bags that seem to contain their whole lives. The man next to me has just spent the best part of five minutes unpacking and he's still not done! He's now unfolding a MAP. Mate, you've just grubbed out a laptop and charger and you are sat at a computer desk.
The dog-mouths don't have smelly breath. They just make constant mouth noises. Sometimes eating noisily, sometimes just seemed to chew their own cheeks. SHUT UP. Sadly I've found when you smash their noses flat into their face (which would serve them right) they actually get noisier, so I've had to give that up.
I think my blood sugar level might have dropped.
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I think my blood sugar level might have dropped.
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I'm not sorry about your finger; I'm sorry about ur finger.
Snickers hit the long ball on that one
fuck.
I work until 7 tonight, I close. the store closes at 7, I'm likely to have to work until 7:15,
7:30, cleaning. yet. I have to go to lunch at 12:30? really?
tha's messed up.
My car wouldn't start yesterday morning. I was leaving for work really early because planned to make a few stops first. It acted like it wanted to turn over but wouldn't stay started. Then the battery was obviously pissed off because then it was doing that clicky clicky thingy. It was very cold, with wind chill of minus 8 or something.
My wonderful sister in law packed up her granddaughter, my great niece who she watches, drove up here to get me and take me to work. I just stayed an extra hour, for being 45 minutes late, then the woman I assist goes right by my house so she was able to take me home. It wasn't a big deal, just, you know...
I had planned to take it into the shop today anyway as I suspect I'm losing another engine coil...it's been running rough. But now it's gone from 'run it into the shop and have them bring me home then wait for it to be done' to 'call my insurance for roadside assistance to get either a jump or a tow.' Oh, bother.
These are the times i hate being on the lonesome, because I hate asking for help and there isn't anyone who's obligated to help just by having the sheer luck of getting to live with me. Ha! ;)
Oh well. I found out we're closed on Monday for pres day and I get paid, even as a part-timer. So, there's that! (And still loving the job and the folks I work for, which is nice.)
I'm beginning to suspect that people like you. :)
I'm happy for you, infinite monkey! Even with the car trouble, things are looking good for you. You have a job you like, you have friends, family. It's outstanding!
Thanks! I'm doing so much better at focusing on those good things.
My car insurance makes roadside assistance so easy. So I'm less irritated than before. They're sending a truck to either jump my battery or tow me in, no charge. I mean, yeah, I pay for it, but it's worth it when stuff like this happens! Thanks, Flo!
Sounds like a new battery and a bottle of dry gas might be a solution.
Or not...
Roadside assister-in-laws are also a FSMsend.
I'll find out. It was towed a while ago. I hope it isn't much more than that, but like I said it's been running rough.
Yep, definitely a FSMsend. :)
You know how you have an author that you really like, and even though someone gave you their book for Christmas, you go ahead and spend an audiobook credit on it again because it's read by the author and you want to hear it in their own voice, and because the audiobook business model means those credits steadily rack up and you can't quite spend them fast enough with your average listening habits anyway... And then you learn something horrifying about this hero of yours, this brilliant writer, who somehow has gotten this far in life pronouncing words like "jewel-er-y" and "draw-rings," and you can't help but feel disappointed at the tarnishing of a once great idol?
Or maybe that's just me.
I experienced almost this very thing with an outdoor/gun writer named David E. Petzel. I'd read him for years and years and had a notion for what he sounded like, and that's the voice I would hear when I would read his stuff.
Then I heard his actual voice. Nothing wrong with it, but, it was SO very different from what my fragile, immature mind had come up with.
[/not just you]
You know how you have an author that you really like, and even though someone gave you their book for Christmas, you go ahead and spend an audiobook credit on it again because it's read by the author and you want to hear it in their own voice, and because the audiobook business model means those credits steadily rack up and you can't quite spend them fast enough with your average listening habits anyway... And then you learn something horrifying about this hero of yours, this brilliant writer, who somehow has gotten this far in life pronouncing words like "jewel-er-y" and "draw-rings," and you can't help but feel disappointed at the tarnishing of a once great idol?
Or maybe that's just me.
Nahh, it's pretty common. So many cases of "they're beautiful until they open their mouths"
Got my car back. Battery. 130 bucks and that's no charge for labor. But it should start good from now on, hopefully. I guess I needed one. But it still doesn't run like it should so I suppose I'll hope it doesn't break again because I can't afford more repairs.
At least you have the power of self-locomotion again, that's good news. :thumbsup:
At least you have the power of self-locomotion again, that's good news. :thumbsup:
Thanks! It's funny how important that is in our lives. Even if I don't absolutely need to go anywhere, it's weird to not have transport. There isn't much public transportation to speak of here. First world problems I guess. :)
Thanks! It's funny how important that is in our lives. Even if I don't absolutely need to go anywhere, it's weird to not have transport. There isn't much public transportation to speak of here. First world problems I guess. :)
tell me about it. :( I had to turn my car over to the highschoolers. Beest takes me to work in the mornings and I walk the 3.5 miles home. It's been pretty bloody cold the last few days. Gotta stack up a few paychecks before we look for that third car, though
Losing self-locomotion has been the worst thing my father has had to come to terms with. Losing the ability to just get in the car and take himself somewhere ... for him, it's worse than death.
For some, it's a deliberate choice. At least the no driving part. SonofV will be 20 in April, but he does not have a driver's license, and is not interested in getting one. He's managed to get to where he needs to go by other means, naturally. And in Seattle, it's pretty easy to get from A to B and back via the bus.
Sure. My younger brother declined to get a driver's license until he was about 30, but he also lived in places where public transit was fantastic. For those who have always lived where no public transit exists, or who grew up when the ability to drive meant independence, it's a harder thing to give up. My father chose to give up driving, making a responsible decision as he realized his reflexes were just not what they should be, and his neurological disorder was playing havoc with his leg strength (he has also lost the ability to walk comfortably). He chose the time, but that didn't make it any easier.
And then you learn something horrifying about this hero of yours, this brilliant writer, who somehow has gotten this far in life pronouncing words like "jewel-er-y" and "draw-rings," and you can't help but feel disappointed at the tarnishing of a once great idol?
You're a smart cookie, Clod, so this question is probably redundant... But are you sure it's stupidity/ ignorance fuelling those mis-pronunciations?
In English English they are completely correct (although I was taught draw-ing not draw-ring).
I do know what you mean re authors not meeting expectations though.
It's horrible to watch interviews where they mawth and mumble when you only knew them from their wonderfully verbose creations.
The author is from Boston, which is a pretty far cry from an English accent. You guys say "jool-ry" or "jew-ELL-er-y" right? He's saying "jewler-ry," which to me ought to mean "as or like a jeweler."
Draw-ring though, that's so British as to be mockable here. Everyone knows Simon! (Sorry no embed, I couldn't find it anywhere on YouTube...)
https://screen.yahoo.com/simon-little-english-boy-000000445.htmlThere is a guy from The Armpit of Ohio who does his own jewelry store ads. He says it "jole-ree." Makes me insane.
Simon: don't look at me bum!
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which one?
Joolerry is pretty common in several of them. and droring. :/
Then again, many say Liberry and Febuary, same as many here, nothing to do with accent
The pre-made salad I just bought has an inordinate amount of carrot pieces.
Ain't nothing ever been made better by a damn carrot.
~Friend's late dad
Carrots are the Devil's favourite fruit.
No!
Of all the vegetables, carrot is the most beloved.
Terry Gross of NPR fame and training said "greezy" for greasy today. It was like being punched in the head, I'm still a little shaken by it.
That's because you live so far from the ghetto. ;)
My Community Support Worker had to cancel today, because her car broke down.
This means I missed my free lunch in Leeds.
The free lunch being my only meal as my benefits are suspended until I have a review meeting, which I missed last time because I was an in-patient in a mental health unit.
And I have to find the money to make an appointment to see the Community Mental Health Nurse in a place NOT covered by my current bus pass on the 2nd of March. And the only facility to change/ decline this invite is by phone, which I can't use because I have no money to do so. Internet at the library is free. But I can't email them.
And I can't currently get a free bus pass (although I may be entitled to one) because I'm not technically on benefits at present. Because I missed that appointment. Because I was in the nuthouse.
Round and round and round.
Shit. The benefits system is utterly failing people with mental health issues.
I knew it I knew it I knew it!
Just found out that the previous administration has a new BF. Good for her. I knew she would drag her feet about the divorce until she was in a new relataionship, now it's full steam ahead.
We have the papers from the lawyer, I think we just have to review and sign at this point.
He is a funny looking dude.
Good for you both then. Even if he is funny looking.
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Meh, fuck that funny-lookin fuck.
He deserves everything he gets.
He is a funny looking dude.
It that any way to speak of your messiah. :haha:
Having been in possession of my new phone for less than a month I received the first spam call today.
On reflection I should not have answered given that the display showed 'No Caller ID' but I did, only to hear a recorded spiel inviting me to make a claim for miss sold Payment Protection Insurance which I don't have.
No doubt my number is now listed as a 'live prospect' so I can expect more of the damned things.
As my number is known only to a very few of my highly select social circle - stop laughing you lot - and not to any commercial interests, I assume that the originators of this telephonic pestilence just work their way through blocks of numbers hoping for a bite.
New penalties were announced yesterday to punish purveyors of this nuisance and while the TV reporter was concluding her piece on the subject, her own phone rang alerting her to a spam call. What else?
your service provider probably sold the number :rolleyes: oh wait, you live somewhere with consumer protection....
The asshole behind me in line for the ferry has her brights on and her seat reclined to sleep. Asshole.
A great many of these calls originate outside the UK even if the underlying operation is based here.
Under the circumstances, it has always been difficult to pursue the offending parties.
Whether the new regulatory framework will make it easier to impose realistic penalties remains to be seen.
I think I know the answer.
I'm pretty sure we both know, Carruthers. ;)
The asshole behind me in line for the ferry has her brights on and her seat reclined to sleep. Asshole.
That's what power side mirrors are for. Aim them right back at her, if she's been asleep/eyes resting, she'll think you've blinded her.
After three years bitching and whining about getting up way before the sparrows have even thought of farting to drive her ladyship to early morning practice for swimming and polo ....today's first early of the season actually made me late for work.
(And on Thursday, beest will have to do it because I will have left for work 90 minutes earlier. :lol:)
My jeans don't fit anymore...too big, plus my belt is too big. Not buying any new clothes between now and surgery so...a good problem to have. Just the wrong time to find out...right before a trip.
Congratulations, now go cut a new hole in the belt.
Already did that...still too big...and a PITA. At this point, with it almost being summer and having nothing formal coming up, I think I'll survive with sweats and shorts until surgery in June.
The kids. I think my period must be due. I have no patience what so ever. Haha
I think my period must be due.
Thanks for the warning.
See ya in a week.
:jig:
I'm irritated that I got it in my mind that I want an oscilloscope, but those fuckers are expensive. And the affordable ones on Ebay look like they are all broken and cost a ton to ship. And I can't justify buying one for the one or two measurements I want to make. I don't even need to make them, but how cool would that be?
Somebody give me a working oscilloscope please. Kthanksbye.
(small) Thrift Stores can be good places for such things. Also, have you tried Craigslist?
I just had to call my phone/net provider - went through the automated system, pressing the right menu option, saying the nature of the problem loudly and clearly when asked etc and then on hold waiting for an advisor, listening to the usual on hold music.
I'd been holding for about 4 minutes when someone knocked at the front door - I hung up the call and went to answer my door - postman: can I take a parcel for next door. No problem.
I now have a bouncy barking, over excited bearded collie jumping about besides me wanting to know what the big papery parcel is and whether it's rippable.
Back to my desk and redial - go through the menu options (saying the nature of the problem loudly and clearly when asked, but having to do it three fucking times because Carrot times his barks to drown out my words) listen to the on-hold music for 5 mins and then: another fucking knock at the door. Neighbour back already, wanting his parcel.
#firstworldproblems
I just had to call my phone/net provider - went through the automated system, pressing the right menu option, saying the nature of the problem loudly and clearly when asked etc and then on hold waiting for an advisor, listening to the usual on hold music.
I'd been holding for about 4 minutes when someone knocked at the front door - I hung up the call and went to answer my door - postman: can I take a parcel for next door. No problem.
I now have a bouncy barking, over excited bearded collie jumping about besides me wanting to know what the big papery parcel is and whether it's rippable.
Back to my desk and redial - go through the menu options (saying the nature of the problem loudly and clearly when asked, but having to do it three fucking times because Carrot times his barks to drown out my words) listen to the on-hold music for 5 mins and then: another fucking knock at the door. Neighbour back already, wanting his parcel.
#firstworldproblems
Is it Talkmobile, by any chance?
I had problems getting into my account this morning and ended up having to reset my password.
It's working OK now, but they have been messing around with the website and didn't post a warning to the effect that problems might ensue.
I'm irritated that I got it in my mind that I want an oscilloscope, but those fuckers are expensive. And the affordable ones on Ebay look like they are all broken and cost a ton to ship. And I can't justify buying one for the one or two measurements I want to make. I don't even need to make them, but how cool would that be?
Somebody give me a working oscilloscope please. Kthanksbye.
I used to want one back when I was into scanners, shortwave, and ham radios.
I just wanted to watch the line jump up and down when the voices came through.
I'm a simple man with simple pleasures.
Day before yesterday I learned a new (to me) term for the substance known as
santorum. It ended with
--butter.
For the life of me, I cannot come up with the first part of the word.
Help, please.
somewhere between mildly irritating and annoying the living shit out of me:
I am now back on my bike (see hyped and amped, etc) and I can almost fit into my cycling shorts without my nuts getting pushed up into my never mind, maybe I should say nether mind...
So as some of you know the previous admin had a habit of being crazier than a shithouse mouse and would pack aways spring summer fall winter clothes into various boxes. That's all good in theory. In practice it didn't matter if mittens were put with boots and it didn't matter if both mittens or boots were in the same box or if there were a couple of summer items in the winter box "just to fill it up."
Maybe you can see where this is going.
Now I have one bike cleat. If I buy new cleats I need to buy clipless pedals to replace my vintage Campy super record pedals. Something that I don't really want to do.
So for now I'm riding in canvas deckshoes.
:right:
I went for a haircut this morning, and when settling up at the till I handed over the sum on the cash register and a reasonable tip.
It was only when I got outside that I realised I had been charged the 65+ rate.
I am not sixty-five plus. I am not even sixty-five.
I admit to being settled in er... middle age, but I was absolutely mortified.
I am tall, of slender build, do not move at snail's pace and still have a reasonably resplendent head of hair in a pleasing shade of steel grey, since you ask.
If I were a horse being examined for purchase, I have little doubt that the vet would certify me as being sound in wind and limb.
I was mortified. Mortified and insulted, as it happens.
I am considering both legal action and moving this post to the 'What's upsetting you today'? thread.
On the other hand I did save £4.50 ($6.70)
I was mortified. Mortified and insulted, as it happens...On the other hand I did save £4.50 ($6.70)
:D
I am so tired of migraines/headaches/pain. This might be better in a 'what's wearing you down?' thread, but I haven't the energy.
Migraines/headaches daily, nightly, in-between. Right now. I stopped all alcohol, went on a low-histamine diet, tried several other diets, various suppements - no improvement. Just the ongoing pain, like there's a slow fire inside my skull that flares up unpredictably and wakes me late at night, bolts me bolt upright in bed clutching my head. Keeps me up most nights, makes me grit my teeth and struggle through most days. I manage at work with the help of Imitrex. But it's not perfect, it makes me dozy and irritable.
This may be the spring weather change, but it's more severe than most years. It could be sinister or it could just be that I really, really hate my job and the stress of dealing with angry patients and angry staff is showing. But everyone hates their job. I know, hand me a straw.
Just mildly irritating?
That sounds majorly irritating. Migraines suck. (I don't get them but my wife and son do.)
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Rudeness.
So I went to breakfast and there were only spots at the 'bar' (not a real bar because they don't even serve alcohol but there is a bar there...think it used to be a bar place) and there was an empty chair next to me and some big-headed freak came and just took it. No, I didn't need it I'm so painfully alone but don't you fucking ASK? "Ma'am, do you mind if I take this chair? Are you waiting for someone?" Something!
Now, at the county library (I hate this place, really. So 'modern' in the 70s and it's so crap now...and has no outlets anywhere because nobody modern in the 70s ever anticipated the need for outlets...and my town's library ain't open on Sunday) so I took a tiny little round table. THere are two big tables, one with another big-headed freak sitting at it...but this creepy lady had to sit at my table. Not a big deal, but no "can I sit here and use the other outlet?" I mean, even with a nose in the air kind of attitude (and that shit pisses me right the fuck off) and now she keeps TALKING TO HERSELF AND SIGHING.
Dear Freaks of Fucking Nature,
Please to stop darkening my doorstep. kthxbai.
Miss Intolerant of Freaks of FUcking Nature.
Jesus GAWD I might hit her. Not really. However, I'm beating the fuck out of her with my mind.
:lol:
OMG now she's singing!!!!! And laughing to herself in a chuckly weird kind of psycho way. :lol2:
You can't usually get this kind of entertainment for free!
Have you considered that, perhaps, you are simply a big-headed-freak magnet?
:D
I so am! That occurred to me and I luvz ya for saying it. Too funny! :)
Can you hear my belly?
I mean really.
I know it's stress related (had two cock-uppery days) but this is beyond belief.
It gurgles.
It burbles.
It groans like a ghoul trapped in a wardrobe.
It makes strange running and dripping sounds internally. That can't be right. surely?
And my lower body feels the size of a bloated pumpkin, grown under a dark moon and unharvested, slowly rotting from the inside.
I can't be the only one listening to this symphony of me. It must be audible across the globe.
It's got to the point where I know the world is going to have to fall out of my arsehole at some point. There is too much commotion for it to end otherwise.
It won't be pleasant, but I now want it over and done with already.
Come out, come out reluctant gush,
My lav is waiting for your pebble-dash.
Ah. I wondered what the noise was.
i thought it was thunder. Carrot hid.
You're not too far from the early warning station at Fylingdales.
If you trigger that, the entire nation could be embroiled in nuclear panic before bedtime.
I know the feeling. I hope everything comes out allrite.
It's not funny.
It's got to the point where I know the world is going to have to fall out of my arsehole at some point.
IPCOLAPLTN
(I positively cackled out loud, and, possibly, longer than necessary.)
:lol2:
My best friend has the most vocal stomach in the lower 48 states.
His makes a sound like a clockspring coming unwound.
It's no longer funny in and of itself, but, occasionally, he'll outdo himself and one of us will get tickled, and then it steamrolls the other into giggles, and before long each of us is just an uncontrolled, jiggly, giggling mess.
And that's when someone decides to come in, and they're all like "WTF is going on, here?", and we be all "Aaaahhhhhh, nothing."
A relative of mine who works in NE Oregon sent me some pic's today.
Let's just say that all legal irritations regarding a collecting permit, the daily limit, and possession limits
have recently been satisfied by that relative to the satisfaction of all local authorities.
That's a pretty good haul.
Needy cuntz.
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Where the hell is my fire TV remote. I just had the damn thing. I haven't gotten my fat ass up off the sofa, and yes I've checked down the cushions and over the side.
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I lose mine on the top of the back of the sofa, sometimes.
Over the side and under the sofa turned out to be the sweet spot. If I install the app on my phone, does that mean I'll start losing my phone?
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Things I apparently need tracking devices on:
- my tweezers
- keys
- lighter (for rare candles)
- correct coloured bra for chosen outfit
- landline handset - although that's because only my Godfather ever calls me on it
- stamps
- buspass
- glasses/ prescription sunglasses
- library books
- birdfood
- appropriate footwear :o
The one thing I can always find is my umbrella, because knowing how easily I misplace things I decided to prop it up on the landing outside my flat (I'm on the top floor, so no-one uses this space but me). I've only unfurled it once since I bought it because I have short hair and prefer to wear a hat.
Boxers. Boxers have me mildly irritated today.
To wit:
In his most recent fight Floyd Moneyweather made app. $180 million bucks. For 36 minutes fight time. 2,160 seconds. $180,000,000. That's $83,333 per second.
Awesome? Not even close.
In 1988, Mike Tyson knocked out then undefeated Michael Spinks in 91 seconds. Tyson made $22 million. In 91 seconds.
That comes to $241,758 per second.
So, yeah, I'm just a little ticked rfn.
Source: June 2015 issue of AthlonSports.
oh, I thought you had an underwear malfunction issue
Sleep deprivation. I guess that's to be expected when one works two jobs at opposite ends of a day, but I am B-E-A-T BEAT today.
That's OK, I don't work the 9 am job on Friday so after I get off work at 1 a.m. tonight (tomorrow morning) I have a bottle of wine ready...then don't have to go to a job until 9 pm Friday night.
Then I have a whole weekend! I haven't had an entire weekend in a couple of months. What, oh what, will I do? The world is my salmon (I hate oysters.)
Can you sleep OK when it's time to sleep?
Usually I can...the problem is I haven't been able to lately. I used to try to take a fitful nap between jobs, then get about 5 hours at night (around 2 am to around 7 am) but the nap has been a bust and so has the sleeping at night. I don't know why. I just toss and turn. I feel pretty used to the schedule so I'm not sure why I suddenly can't sleep, when my entire life I could've won an Olympic medal in being able to sleep great almost all the time.
Weird. That sucks.
Try stretching before you sleep. Especially this stretch, with your butt right up against the wall.
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I started doing this recently and it has done wonders for my sleep. I stay in that pose for a minute or two just before climbing in to bed.
I'll try it. At night I am often pretty achy from the physical work. I don't take many pain relievers, due to the aforementioned wine, so maybe achy leg/feet/hip thing isn't helping. Maybe the stretching will help.
btw, glatt, you look totally different in that pic! Is your new name gaitlyn? ;)
Try it. It will press your lower back against the floor and decompress your spine. Obviously, if it hurts, stop doing it, but I think you will find it relaxing, and you will sleep better. It will also stretch your legs. One or two minutes only.
And don't stand up quickly after doing this or you will faint. Get up slowly and crawl into bed.
Oh, and too much wine will hurt your sleep too. It generally helps you fall asleep faster, but then disrupts the sleep later in the night. Which seems so unfair. Moderation.
Oh, I know. But I don't have time for the wine during the week! I can lounge around in the mornings on the weekends so sleep isn't an issue then. It's just the trying to sleep after working until 1 a.m. and getting some rest before the next morning.
Try it. It will press your lower back against the floor and decompress your spine. Obviously, if it hurts, stop doing it, but I think you will find it relaxing, and you will sleep better. It will also stretch your legs. One or two minutes only.
And don't stand up quickly after doing this or you will faint. Get up slowly and crawl into bed.
I'll try it.
My sleep is mostly fine, I work hard, physically, so I'm tired at the end of the day. But many times, I have cramps in various muscles in my legs that attack me when I'm just trying to roll over or shift the covers. Ho. Lee. Shit. From zero to excruciating in nothing flat. The worst is when muscles from opposing groups are both cramping--no stretching one because it exacerbates the other set. JFC. Or when both legs are cramping, just misery.
Stretches? OK! It can't be worse.
Or possibly calcium. I used to get excruciating nightly leg cramps that started during my first pregnancy, now about 95% eliminated with a hefty calcium supplement.
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UT, you crack me the hell up! Laughter, the *best* medicine.
So the other day I call me landlord's manager about an AC unit that isn't working properly, and he says he's busy and will call me back. He doesn't, I catch him again a few hours, "he'll take care of it" and hangs up, nothing... I call the next day, nothing, leave messages, he ignores... And I am on my edge, I am just about to give him the smack down about who the fuck he think he is that I need to run after him to get him to do his job, by this point I am furious, calling with the explicit plan of exploding all over his face, and then... And then he answers, and... He's bloody nice and helpful! and gives me the number of his AC guy and says he'll pay for everything and will re inverse me for some of the stuff i've paid for the apt on my own and even pay me because the other neighbor told him about me fixing the shared fence...
The nerve. Fuck that guy.
Last night, as I slept, someone came and stole my eyeballs.
I mean I know that was always a recurring fear of mine, but maybe it was actually a premonition or something.
They took them to a sandbox and kicked them around in the sand for fun.
Then they brought them back and re-inserted them.
I should be grateful that they're here. But bloody hell they hurt this morning.
Apparently, I've been sleeping with my eyes, both of them, open. I wake up and my eyes are so dry they're painful to open/close.
Maybe Sullivan and Wazowski are messing with you? ;)
You could try using an eye mask. Minifob sleeps with one every night. Black satin, very stylish. :)
Maybe Sullivan and Wazowski are messing with you? ;)
No monsters under mah bed...Momdigr checked.
Stupid phone died this morning with no warning. No charge lights, no life of any kind. Instant brick.
Fortunately I didn't have much data on there that wasn't also backed up somewhere else, just a handful of photos from the last few days and, oh, every phone contact I had added in the past two years. For some reason those had only gone to internal phone memory instead of the SIM card. So I have the number of every high school friend I haven't called in ten years, but none of the two dozen food co-op people whose numbers I will need to know at the delivery site tomorrow. Rat bastards.
On the upside, I have a new phone. On the downside, everything is different, and I hate different.
On the upside, you have a valid excuse to avoid people you don't like tomorrow. :haha:
... On the downside, everything is different, and I hate different.
Then you'd probably like me, I'm indifferent.
Stupidly, I clicked on a link from an acquaintance's email. What the heck?!!?? I never click on links from friends' email anymore. They're all spam and viruses. And this person is on vacation. Why the fudge would he email me??!!!!??? Sigh....just venting....sorry. No anti-virus program on this laptop, so I'm hoping for the best. :(
No anti-virus program on this laptop, so I'm hoping for the best.
Get a small one, like Malwarebytes, and clean that baby.
Or you could send it to me to clean, just don't remove any of the naked pictures of you and your girlfriends. :blush:
Get a small one, like Malwarebytes, and clean that baby.
Or you could send it to me to clean, just don't remove any of the naked pictures of you and your girlfriends. :blush:
Hmm....it's a macbook air. What kind of anti-virus program do I install on that? As for the
ehem pictures, I can just send you a cd of them. No need to send my laptop. ;)
I would try
Malwarebytes, but somebody familiar wit Macs may have a better idea.
Sure a CD would work, how about a dozen copies, I'll make a fortune. :lol2:
Hmm....it's a macbook air. What kind of anti-virus program do I install on that? As for the ehem pictures, I can just send you a cd of them. No need to send my laptop. ;)
Google the Mac antivirus software called "ClamXav"
It used to be free, but after today (7/31/15) it will be ~$30.
Today, it is $22.46... with a 30 free trial
It has an excellent reputation, is easy to install, and once installed it
monitors whatever drives or folders, including your emails
... whatever you wish.
ClamXav automatically gets daily updates of new viruses,
and actually runs in background without you having to do much of anything.
But then you can scan specific files, and either delete or quarantine any infected files.
So it's very low maintenance.
And it passes no judgement on ehem pictures
Hehehe.....Do you use that program, Lamplighter?
What I'm hesitating on is that I need to bring my laptop up to the store to get it fixed or looked at. Long story short, when I first got my laptop, I did something and a large chunk of the hd was partitioned off and now unusable. I've been too lazy to bring it up for the Apple people to fix it for me. Calling for an appt has been time consuming and unfruitful. I'm afraid that they may have to redo my system. If everything gets wiped out, will they put back the program for me for free?
Hehehe.....Do you use that program, Lamplighter?
What I'm hesitating on is that I need to bring my laptop up to the store to get it fixed or looked at. Long story short, when I first got my laptop, I did something and a large chunk of the hd was partitioned off and now unusable. I've been too lazy to bring it up for the Apple people to fix it for me. Calling for an appt has been time consuming and unfruitful. I'm afraid that they may have to redo my system. If everything gets wiped out, will they put back the program for me for free?
Yes, I have used it for several years.
It has detected a couple of infections in emails I received from people who roam the internet.
When this happens, it has a hand-holding routine that takes you thru acceptance of the email (NO !)
...or deleting the email, or keeping it in quarantine.
I rely on it completely, and have no other anti-virus program.
I believe your concerns about re-installing the ClamXav are negligible.
I would not hesitate to install it now, then have your Mac "repaired",
and then see if you even need to re-install.
It would be like any other application on your computer.
Even so, I believe you can re-install it at no additional cost.
(They say "any computer you own" )
Thank you! I'm going to get to it now. :)
Sure a CD would work, how about a dozen copies, I'll make a fortune. :lol2:
Ugh! I missed this post. Was going to be a personal gift, but now, NO MORE FOR YOU. :madhop:
Aw shucks. :(
Thanks Lamp, I was hoping someone with Mac smarts would know for sure. :notworthy
aww, won't you reconsider? those things wear out, y'know.
aww, won't you reconsider? those things wear out, y'know.
You mean the CD? I haven't burned it yet, so no worries. :D
Lamplighter: I forgot to thank you for your help. I downloaded the program and scanned my laptop. Everything is a-ok now. [emoji1]
I'm very glad things are going well.
If you have not already done so, I urge you to set up the "Watch Folders".
It starts via "Launch ClamXav Sentry" under the main ClamXav menu.
Then you will have an automatic barrier to future invasions.
Cheers.
Or you could send it to me to clean, just don't remove any of the naked pictures of you and your girlfriends. :blush:
Put the car in PARK! Do you mean all this time Lola has been batting for the other team? Why am I always the last person to find these things out?
Ugh! I missed this post. Was going to be a personal gift, but now, NO MORE FOR YOU. :madhop:
I would actually only need the one copy.
:blush:
Put the car in PARK! Do you mean all this time Lola has been batting for the other team?
No no, I didn't say, nor mean to infer that. Don't you know all the chicks trade naked pictures of each other, it's part of the sisterhood code. :haha:
I would actually only need the one copy.
Well me too, but I feel full disclosure to be the honorable thing to do.
No no, I didn't say, nor mean to infer that.
Hopes dashed.
Don't you know all the chicks trade naked pictures of each other, it's part of the sisterhood code. :haha:
Hopes rekindled!
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The Cellar is NOT blocked. Just the access to the New Posts search.
What?!
I am considering challenging it, but worry that they might end up blocking the whole site.
Yeah, like the occasional swear and boobies is going to bring hoardes of schoolkids into the library to get their rocks off on the Cellar.
I'm very glad things are going well.
If you have not already done so, I urge you to set up the "Watch Folders".
It starts via "Launch ClamXav Sentry" under the main ClamXav menu.
Then you will have an automatic barrier to future invasions.
Cheers.
Ok, thanks!
Wait a minute!! You mean there is a new set of nude photos of Lola Bunny???
Yes, the mention of anything nude in connection with Lola is like blood in the water to sharks.
No, I blew that deal with my greed. :o
Don't worry, we're thinking up a penance for you as we speak.
If it's any consolation, I whacked myself severely. :blush:
Does parcel tracking ever work?
I mean, EVAH?!
Maybe it's just me. Because it has never worked anywhere I've lived, and I've moved about a bit. I mean crikey me, I lived in three different addresses in London - one of the major cities in the world. Even now it's not like I live on top of remote hillside or something.
I log onto parcel tracking and the parcel is somewhere odd like Shropshire (just odd because it's not en route, not generally odd... I think) and then five minutes later I get a card through the door saying "We tried to deliver but you were out..." No, I wasn't. And you had my mobile number you gits.
Sorry. I'm waiting on lots of things at present, mostly through the post, and two about medical appointments. So I'm a little raw.
I love my post-lady to bits, but she only handles Royal Mail deliveries, so my parcel tracking beef isn't with her. And even she can't make St James' Hospital send me a date for my scan any faster.
Also I'm bruised to buggery.
It's like I fall asleep in a field of farming equipment or something.
I have no idea why being sober is more bruising than being drunk.
It's the rats, they beat you up while your sleeping. :p:
I often say that I am not surprised by the stupidity of people, however, sometimes, I am a little surprised.
Remember when the sinkhole opened up underneath The Nat'l Corvette Museum in Bowling Green, KY? Well, after some discussion of leaving the hole and putting a clear floor over it, and, ultimately deciding to repair the hole, and finally deciding to display some of the Vettes,
unrepaired, instead of restoring them all, I was gobsmacked.
I remember reading that they were considering selling jars of sinkhole dirt. I thought it was a joke.
As of the end of July, the Nat'l Corvette Museum has sold almost 2400 jars of sinkhole dirt and rocks. For $10 a pop.
It's dirt. In a jar.
Damn, people are stupid.
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But it's "special" dirt, in a jar that you can use to prompt a conversation about the sink hole, then the museum, then your Corvette, which most owners I've met would like to talk about more than anything in the universe. :rolleyes:
And the museum people sold a couple shovels full of dirt for $25,000. Their mamas didn't raise no fools.
No Shit.
Absolutely. No shit - just good honest dirt. In a jar. Completely natural, farm fresh and with no harmful chemicals, packaged for your convenience.
I was agreeing with Grav.
Probably as close as they will ever come to owning a 'vette.
"This is the dirt that could not support a Vette. Similar to myself..."
Dirt in a jar? Rank amateurs!
This is what the World needs. Fresh Shropshire air in a pot.
I was agreeing with Grav.
I know hon. I just thought it was funny given we were talking about jars of dirt :P
No, no, no, don't want air in the pot. Wrap that shit up, keep it fresh, don't let it lose it's flavor on the nightstand over night.
Wait... Wouldn't most dirt on earth contain shit? Life is pretty old, it seems very unlikely there are spots on earth that haven't been shitted on.
Pshaw....here he comes again, with his logic.
;p
Wait... Wouldn't most dirt on earth contain shit? Life is pretty old, it seems very unlikely there are spots on earth that haven't been shat upon.
FIFY.
:D
FIFY.
:D
Thank you. That's one hole in my vocabulary that desperately needed to be filled.
:rasta:
Canned shit is so 1961...
Trying to get the train tickets for Christmas sorted out.
Grrrrrr.
Mum booked them without referring to me, was tired and a bit irritable herself at the time and ended up paying £85 more than she needed to, and also without reserving me a seat (quite important on Christmas Eve).
So I talked her through cancelling and rebooking. Which was slightly laborious, given she doesn't understand the difference between a website address and putting something into Google search. But tbh that was only the beginning.
Note - I am not irritated WITH Mum, who is doing me a massive favour. I'm just irritable, and having to work the process from a couple of hundred miles away carries its own frustration.
Well, we got all the way through, with the original tickets cancelled, the new, cheaper tickets booked WITH reservations, and then her card was rejected. It's a new card, which may have something to do with it. But it left both of us speechless with the whole pain of it all.
She's going to get my brother to book it instead, then she'll pay him.
He knows she's good for the money. She knows he'll have the funds available.
And now she knows which tickets to book, which helps.
Really, I should have just said I'll leave it another few weeks and book coach tickets from my own pocket (the train being so much more expensive, that it has to be booked asap, and I can't afford it immediately).
But we're both wary of me travelling by coach, especially over Christmas, given the problems last year.
So, yes I am very irritable, frustrated and grumpy about the whole thing.
As well as feeling awful about putting Mum through extra stress when she has more than enough already.
Sick of living so far from home.
Sorry that it's been so frustrating, but how come you can book Christmas tickets at all? When I try I get the message: "We’re sorry - tickets are not available more than 13 weeks in advance. Please select an earlier date or try again nearer your travel date."
WELL.
As it turns out, the Reservation screen is some sort of little joke played by The Trainline.
It allows you to set your preferences, and says HAHAHA! Seat reservations not confirmed!
But Steven seems to think I will be able to confirm the seat reservation direct with Virgin at the 12 week mark. Bloody hope so.
And after all, I saved Mum £85, which is not to be sneezed at, and got my travel to/ from Kings Cross - Charing Cross as part of the deal.
Wait, Virgin is a train company too?
Virgin is a huge company, with fingers in so many pies it would resemble a Grimm brothers' nightmare creature if the fingers were real.
Is it weird that Richard Branson as a Grim brother's monster somehow doesn't feel surprising?
So... 1st world annoyance (In what is technically a 3rd world country): Ordered groceries online to be delivered in the 17:00-21:00 window, it's now 20:34, and I got an sms saying they might be late by up to an hour... And I need to leave for work before 22:30...
If my ice cream becomes a milkshake, I'm going to be pissed.
Next 48 hours going to be a bit hellish - I have work every other shift, separated by 8 hours each minus commuting time... Leaving very little time for sleep.
Two people were killed on live television in Roanoke, Virginia this morning and right away, people started bringing up gun control. It just seemed wrong to me to start that before the victims' bodies were even cold. I know..."When is the right time then?" Well, it certainly didn't seem right at THAT time.
When they let that guy go, a couple years ago (I think, I may be misremembering), they cleared the office, and had police come in, they were so worried about the guy doing something just like this.
Two people were killed on live television in Roanoke, Virginia this morning and right away, people started bringing up gun control. It just seemed wrong to me to start that before the victims' bodies were even cold. I know..."When is the right time then?" Well, it certainly didn't seem right at THAT time.
I understand the disgust people have with the politicizing tragedy, but I think it's a very natural fear based reaction. The first basis instinct isn't how sad it is that it happened, it's how do you stop it from happening again. This might seem tasteless and egoistical, and it is, but these are the instincts that help us survive - You mourn after the battle is over.
This gets messy when it comes to politics, because fight & flight responses are often not the wisest of solutions, as is the case here.
No, I get that, traceur. I know we all deal with tragedy differently. And I try to keep that in mind, but...
White people kill black people = racism is responsible
Black people kill black people = society is responsible
White people kill white people = guns are responsible
~ this is where we are now ~
White people kill black people = racism is responsible
Black people kill black people = society is responsible
White people kill white people = guns are responsible
~ this is where we are now ~
You can help resolve all perspectives regarding all 3 problems in one shot (Too soon?). Utilize the conflict between american gun culture and gun control to social advantage by creating lethal ammo specific gun laws, which means something like Xrep taser bullets remains legal:
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Right now these are expensive as hell (160USD a round), the trend isn't growing and there's very little competition because the market is tiny - the number of people who would own a gun but would rather not use real bullets turns out to be pretty small. But if gun control laws allow for this and other non lethal solutions like this even in no gun zones, it would create demand, justify further automation of mass production to meet a higher demand and encourage competition to reduce the cost, and perhaps even finance further improvement and development.
You want a gun to defend yourself and your family when the government isn't around to do it for you? With this, you still can. You want gun control to reduce the numbers of deaths and accidents? This will do it.
You want to generate affordable non lethal weaponry alternatives for law enforcement agencies to use and reduce the problem of police brutality and questionable cases of deaths without due process? This will take some time to do it, but a lot less time then raising a whole new generation of police officers, and in turn you might restore some of the trust between the american black communities and the local authorities which means they might actually get called when there's a problem or risks of violence within black neighborhoods.
...Alternatively, you can blame all 3 on me. Worked for my marriage.
White people kill black people = racism is responsible
Black people kill black people = society is responsible
White people kill white people = guns are responsible
~ this is where we are now ~
UT, you left out one...
Black people kill white people = Pay-back's a bitch
All 4 are BS
Black people kill white people = Pay-back's a bitch
For the standard society/media instinctive reaction? It's generally:
Black people kill white people = white person did something stupid --
"Well it's sad he died from a bullet to the head, but let's face it, he WAS in Kensington at 1 in the morning."
with an exception:
Black people kill white female under age 30 = worst tragedy in the world
Office drama...
It is amazing that an environment where there is only one employee working at a time and people only meet each other for a few minutes between shifts can actually have drama, but somehow it does.
There is a coworker...
Strike one: First time I met her actually - I came into the office early, introduced myself as the new guy... She looks at me making a face of stench, I ask her what's the problem, she complains I smell of cigarettes and asks me if I can wait outside 15 minutes.
Strike two: She comes into the office, I give her the briefing and tell her what's left to do, including getting a hold of someone who didn't answer earlier to see if he wakes up. While I am already on my way out, already a few minutes passed the time, she dials and hands me the phone over the counter to give him the information that is in the computer in front of her.
Later I discover that this is the girl who my predecessor - the girl I replaced - wouldn't speak too, and apparently even our boss doesn't like her and is annoyed by her work... I'd suggest that he'd fire her but his morals making it hard for him to fire people is one of the things I enjoy here - even with how much he says he is pleased with me it helps to know he isn't fast to lay someone off - I function a lot better without looming threats.
So at this point I think it over. To say conflict avoidance isn't my way is an understatement that would make too many people laugh their asses off, but realistically I am not in a position to change her behavior, so I don't see much of a point. I don't want to do like my predecessor and block her completely, but I would like to keep our interaction to the bare minimum - why make unpleasantness last longer then they have too? - so I write down the debriefing in details and tell her to take note of it on my way out. She shouts "Your supposed to do it orally too!"... I ignore her on the way out. To be fair, it doesn't sound like a sexual innuendo in Hebrew.
But that is still confusing - I just assumed our dislike was mutual or she wouldn't have behaved like this in the first place, why would she want to extend our time beyond the necessary? This is already annoying...
But then my boss - who is currently on vacation with his family - messages me that even though I don't like her I still need to transfer the shift professionally with her, I told him I did and explained how, but admitted I was short and to the point with her without hello's or how your doing's. He then asks "ok but try been more polite"...More polite? She hasn't even said hello to me since I joined the staff, not once, even in trying to be brief in the past I still did those. I am guessing this mostly indicates he just doesn't want her to bother him on his vacation and it would help if I don't give her reasons too.
And now I have another exchange with her in an hour and 30 minutes, and then another one 8 hours after. By now the back of my head is pretty much decided that the appropriate response is "Grrrrr".
I always related more to Coyote, though seems I am in the road runner role this time in life. I gave her the debriefing in the format of a radio news show, which made her look at me funny long enough for me to escape. I think it passed well.
Black people kill white female under age 30 = worst tragedy in the world
I didn't know until this morning that the shooter in our latest incident was black, and I didn't know the female victim was under 30. So perfect, now let us see whether the blame changes from guns.
I didn't know until this morning that the shooter in our latest incident was black, and I didn't know the female victim was under 30. So perfect, now let us see whether the blame changes from guns.
Even the earliest newscasts identified the shooter as a previous co-worker.
And although the man is Black, I don't think I heard any tv remarks about his skin color.
These killings were along the lines of a disgruntled employee going "postal",
and the uniqueness of the event happening "on camera".
Sorry, this incident doesn't fit your mindset at all.
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News doesn't mention race unless/until they find it tickles the story.
The initial reaction was to blame guns, as noted by Sycamore in post 5961.
If I'm right, blaming guns will fall off sharply now; shooter is black AND gay, so the game of "let's own the narrative" is lost.
We moved last week and intended to store some things in the attic over the garage.
Well, surprise, surprise, this attic is essentially full of cardboard boxes
nested inside of cardboard boxes, inside of ...
Some of the computer boxes go back to 1997
Our illustrious trash/recycling company wants all cardboard
neatly flattened and tied in bundles at the curb.
Our illustrious trash/recycling company will not recycle styrofoam,
but insists it be in our "trash cart".
In small amounts, this may be OK, but emptying out this attic just won't happen that way.
Here is about a third of the styrofoam from today's boxes:
Gasoline, mineral spirits, and many other liquids will make that pile virtually disappear. What remains will fit easily in your trash.
I am participating in an auction for some equipment that will ultimately go to my kids' school. I accidentally bid on the wrong thing. It's not the completely wrong thing, but there is a different lot of what appears to be roughly the same item, but which is far superior for our particular needs.
I keep refreshing the page, hoping to be outbid...
Gasoline, mineral spirits, and many other liquids will make that pile virtually disappear. What remains will fit easily in your trash.
Kaaabooom - all gone ! :D
Kaaabooom? If you want, but you can let it sit until the volatiles evaporate off. Oh wait, you're moving. OK, Kaaabooom it is then. :hedfone:
I am participating in an auction for some equipment that will ultimately go to my kids' school. I accidentally bid on the wrong thing. It's not the completely wrong thing, but there is a different lot of what appears to be roughly the same item, but which is far superior for our particular needs.
I keep refreshing the page, hoping to be outbid...
Yeah, that's why I stopped going on ebay after a few glasses of Malbec.
Turns out I got lucky--was outbid on the wrong item, then won the item I really wanted.
Now I just have to assemble the fuckers.
Fucking Bezos.
Amazon is pushing so hard to get me to buy into their Prime racket. They want me to pay the membership fee and shop more exclusively with them, and in return, they offer deals on shipping and stuff.
But the pushing is being done with a carrot and a stick. The carrot I don't mind so much. I can just turn it down. But the stick is annoying me.
I bought a replacement handle for a sink on Saturday from Amazon. It was eligible for free shipping. So they sent me a confirmation email right away that I indeed bought this thing (and they may have charged my card) and now it's Tuesday, and it's like crickets chirping. They have the item in their warehouse, and they can easily pick it up and ship it, but they are just burning time. I'm not a Prime member, so they are deliberately making me wait. When they get around to shipping it in a day or two, they will ship it with their standard two-day delivery. It costs them the exact same amount of money to process and ship my order promptly or wait a few days. But since I'm not a Prime member, they are just parking my order for a few days.
Free market and all that. I could take my business elsewhere. What they are doing is fair. But I also have the right to say Fuck You, Bezos.
Amazon ships about 3,300,000 boxes per day. Your order will be shipped in the order in which it's received(depending on how it fits efficiently into the pick/ship system), however Amazon has made a contract/commitment to the Prime members which must be honored first.
In other words, back of the bus, boy. :lol2:
I don't do a lot of shopping, but much of what I do buy comes from/through Amazon. Even so, I've avoided Prime because it annoys me about as much as Disney World's system of if you pay more you can skip to the head of the line. Capitalism was never meant to be fair. sigh
Your order will be shipped in the order in which it's received(depending on how it fits efficiently into the pick/ship system), however Amazon has made a contract/commitment to the Prime members which must be honored first.
This doesn't really make sense.
Using the Disney example, I got in line with my order. And others got in line behind me with theirs. And you're saying we proceed in order, but that Prime gets to go first. Which means we don't go in order.
What I'm saying is that there is one line. Prime members get their items and get in line. And non members get shuffled off to the side into a waiting room for a coupe days and then are released to go get in line.
Also, while I'm bitching about Amazon, "subscribe and save" sucks now. I don't know if they have removed items from subscribe and save for non Prime members or if they are doing it across the board for everyone. There used to be a real convenience having stuff shipped on a regular basis so we didn't have to keep track of it and never ran out. But they keep dropping various items, so we have to go to the store anyway to get stuff. It's gotten to the point where we are cancelling the few remaining items they carry because it's saving us no time. That doesn't make sense to me. I thought Amazon was trying to get us to go to them for all our shopping need.
What I'm saying is that there is one line. Prime members get their items and get in line. And non members get shuffled off to the side into a waiting room for a coupe days and then are released to go get in line.
Shuffled off to the side a couple days? Where did you get that from? They're shipping an average of about 3.3 million packages a day, every day, 365, and that's not an up to date number. Prime goes first, then the people who ordered two days ago, then the people that ordered yesterday, next you and the rest of the people that ordered today. Nobody gets put on hold unless there's a problem, because that fucks the efficiency. Bezos is about efficiency above all else.
You can't seriously expect the largest retailer in the world to drop everything while they find, pick, box and ship your handle? OK everyone, non-prime glatt's handle has shipped, back to the normal routine.
Capitalism, Takin' what they're givin' 'cause you're workin' for a livin'... pay up or shut up. :(
Amazon gave us a book's Pre-Publication price ($10.50) + shipping ($5.40).
A week later we sold our house and moved to a new address about 5.5 miles away.
I changed our shipping address before the Publication Date.
Along comes the Publication Date and Amazon ships... to our old address.
Pkg tracking shows carrier attempted delivery, but USPS already has our Mail-Forwarding Notice.
Pkg goes into Never-Never Land
We contact Amazon... who points finger at USPS
But Amazon ships another copy - overnight delivery - no charge.
:cheerldr:
Next day 1st book arrives after 10-day side-trip of PDX->Seattle-PDX, but now with $5.80 Postage Due.
Following day, the Postman delivers the 2nd copy, coming via Philadelphia, Sacramento, and PDX.
All this for a $10.50 book
I now have 2 copies to sell on eBay
... Buyer pays shipping - delivery not guaranteed !
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The post office is not good at contingencies. Since they've gotten into this "last mile" system, with the retailer or carrier dumping your package at the nearest major postal hub, it's added at least two days delay in shipping. Like 1.5 days from South Carolina to Philly Post Office and 6 days 9 miles to me. But that's better than fedex, 2 days from CA to the fedex depot in Exton, PA and 10 days for the 15 miles to me. After all that they dumped it in the snow at the end of the driveway. I love UPS.
I have a dodgy leg.
Two evenings ago my right foot felt like it had been in water too long, as if it was all wrinkled. I assumed that was literally it, because it was raining outside (as usual) and I hadn't been wearing waterproof shoes. But touching it I realised it was quite normal, not all shrivelled up - which also made sense, as it would have happened to both my feet.
Then yesterday my right leg felt like I had pins and needles all day. Not the painful part, just the mild tingle that suggests you should change position. But I was feeling it even when I was walking.
And today, I woke up feeling like I'd pulled my calf muscle. It's really quite sore. Enough so I have slightly altered the way I usually walk to minimise it. And yes, my foot still feels all puckered up.
None of this is scary or worth worrying about.
It's just weird and I would rather it wasn't happening.
Truce at shift change.
So... Does it still count as a truce if it turns out your the only one doing it?
No, that's not the definition of truce... unless you're Korean.
I am Israeli, that was kind of our thing too.
I bought a replacement handle for a sink on Saturday from Amazon. ... They have the item in their warehouse, and they can easily pick it up and ship it, but they are just burning time. I'm not a Prime member, so they are deliberately making me wait.
When you buy an item from Amazon, you can choose the shipping and pay more for faster shipping.
I ordered the item on Saturday. They sent a confirmation email right away. Then Thursday morning I got an email that it shipped. Friday (today) I checked the status and it's out for delivery in my town.
So they waited 5 days and then shipped the item overnight. I paid nothing for shipping, but the shipping is costing them the same as if I had paid the premium price for shipping it overnight.
I've seen the notice that the item has shipped is way after when it's actually shipped. There is often an unexplained delay there. You're making assumptions based on nothing but the timing of notices, and everyone knows those IT people are unreliable. :haha:
I've seen notices appear on the tracking page saying it was delayed, even after it displayed out for delivery. I've a feeling the tracking page is predictive rather than real time.
See if the package is marked overnight delivery, or some other rush notice. I'll bet it was shipped about Monday or Tuesday.
Looked at the shipping label on the box. No indication to my untrained eyes of when it was shipped, where it was shipped from, or the speed at which it was shipped. The only date on the thing was the arrival date. Also no indication of the carrier.
I'm awaiting an Amazon delivery this afternoon,
I placed the order mid-afternoon on Tuesday 1st Sept. and the parcel arrived at the distribution depot about 15 miles from here on Thursday at at 0539.
It remained there for two days until 1159 this morning when it was shown as 'out for delivery'.
A few years ago the Royal Mail had the contract to handle all of Amazon's stuff in the UK but they lost that and now deliveries are handled largely by by Amazon Logistics, which appears to be a mixture of sub-contracted parcels delivery firms and self-employed 'man and a van' operations.
The whole operation seems riddled by inconsistencies. I've placed orders say, on a Monday and they've been delivered on Wednesday. Perhaps I should add that I usually choose the cheapest despatch option but that doesn't seem to have too much influence on delivery times. They're consistently inconsistent.
I don't know why Royal Mail lost the contract but, as far as I could see, the arrangement worked well, not least because their massive distribution depot was next door to Amazon's facility at Ridgmont in Bedfordshire.
Anyway, it's coming up to 1450 and I await my parcel with bated breath.
Will have to calm the nervous tension by making a cup of tea for Dad and me.
ETA:
Mirabile dictu! It's just arrived at 1518.
...now deliveries are handled largely by by Amazon Logistics, which appears to be a mixture of sub-contracted parcels delivery firms and self-employed 'man and a van' operations.
That's what fedex does here, which has caused me headaches. Our town post office will sell stamps and has boxes for rent, but mail deliveries are handled from the larger post office in the adjoining County Seat. That is for everyone in town except the nine houses on my road, our mail is delivered from the next town down.
FedEx contracts with independent man/van people to geographical boundaries. Since my mail address is the next town down, the guy gets to the boundary and says, Whoa, not my job. No matter how many times I talk to the dispatcher they can't seem to fix it. I shudder every time I hear someone shipped something to me by fedex.
Some weekend, get a can of white paint and change the boundary to the other side of your house.:thumb2:
Went to pharmacy to look for bandage adhesive remover. Zoff to Brits and Aussies, apparently Uni Solve over here and not very widely used. Asked the pharmacist assistant who asked the pharmacist who came over and said "Just use Soap and Water" Aaaaaargh! Lovely assistant looked it up online and can get it by Tuesday. We could get it from Amazon same price same timeframe, but I felt she deserved the sale.
Use fucking soap? Oh yeah, duh, never thought of that, wonder if it's any good for getting other shit off? I bet it's prescription-only and not covered by my insurance :/
So I started watching Skyfall, fascinated by their artistic decision to go with lower quality older looking footage.... only to realize 20 minutes later it was just streaming on the lowest quality settings. Now it looks better but slightly less interesting :(
I bet it's prescription-only and not covered by my insurance :/
Bandage Remover? I wouldn't take that bet. If you can get it from Amazon it can't be prescription only, and I highly doubt insurance would cover that. :headshake
citra-solv gets any adhesive off and then washes off with water or soap and water.
Made from citrus peels.
and if you have very sensitive skin you may find it...mildly irritating
Rubbing alcohol.
Must be one helluva bandaid.
For many years I've been copying articles off the internet into WORD docs, enlarging the print and adding notes to explain certain terms or memes. Then I'd print them for my mother, in her 90s, at nursing home until she died last year. I still print them for my aunt in her 90s at an assisted care facility.
I saw this quip about a 1902 face-book...
At some point in the last five or so years I copied an article, as a matter of fact I think it was six or eight installments, about a couple generations of wealthy family who did this very thing at their house in the country. But the clipping is from a small British paper, and this family were Americans. But it's driving me nuts I can't remember the name of the people. The damn voices in my head are useless, they just keep telling me to do socially unacceptable shit.
If someone had copyrighted it back then, Zuckerberg might be running the grill at IHOP.
Or just call it the National Enquirer... no that's taken too. How about the LES (Life Embellishment Service), or the TTNCE (Tell The NSA and Criminals Everything Club)? :rolleyes:
Bandage Remover? I wouldn't take that bet. If you can get it from Amazon it can't be prescription only, and I highly doubt insurance would cover that. :headshake
gosh darn looks like I forgot the sarcasm font :rolleyes:
And I meant the soap.
Rubbing alcohol.
Must be one helluva bandaid.
Rubbing alcohol works, but only with a lot of friction and the skin is already tender and prone to bruising. And yes, it is. :mad:
You might try GooGone. It's a decal remover-type product.It works with citrus also, but, I've accidentally gotten it in cuts and scrapes with no irritation at all. Maybe it's not as concentrated. Or soomething.
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It's cheap, too.
I got tar on my hand a week ago, while moving old tubes of caulk. I sprayed WD-40 on a paper towel and used that to get the tar off. Then washed with soap and water. Wouldn't want to do that near an open wound though.
I don't know why, it only hurts for about 20 minutes. And it is only a little bit poisonous.
You might try GooGone. It's a decal remover-type product.It works with citrus also, but, I've accidentally gotten it in cuts and scrapes with no irritation at all. Maybe it's not as concentrated. Or soomething.
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It's cheap, too.
same stuff as citra-solv
ya thanks :rolleyes: Does this look like a suggestion thread? I paid to whinge about the stupid fucking pharmacist assuming the fucking obvious had not been tried. If all y'all are going to latch the gate after the horse is gone, I'mm'a demand a refund!:p:
Probably the accent threw him. You don't have to participate, we can still talk about sticky removal without you. :p:
If it's Wednesday, it must be grocery shopping day.
I make a point of arriving at Tesco at about 0730 in order to avoid the later crush of humanity that sweeps through the store in the manner of one of Genghis Khan's smaller, but more irascible, hordes.
It's usually a straightforward enough task as, list in hand, I tread a familiar path from one aisle to the next. However, since last week's visit they've had one of their periodic 'let's move everything around' exercises.
I believe that the objective is to get people to wander around parts of the supermarket that they wouldn't ordinarily visit, and buy extra items that they spot on the way. It doesn't work with me.
I'm likely to abandon the search for whatever it is they've moved and proceed to the next item on my list and ending up spending somewhat less than usual.
That's the Chief Executive of Tesco crossed off my Christmas Card list.
Wednesdays I avoid the supermarket, as that's the day Social Security deposits are made into peoples accounts.
They do that here too, and I also find it irritating. It's like it becomes a whole new store, which means I might as well go to a whole new store. And I sometimes do.
Aside from general redistribution, my store in particular has a habit of switching back and forth every 2 years or so: all the organic produce in one place, everything else on the other side of the room; OR all the apples here, oranges here, and if they happen to have organic apples then they go in the apple section, etc.
Now first off, I strongly prefer the first method. I am not buying strawberries, etc., unless they have organic, so when it's all mixed in I effectively have to wander through every section to see if they have what I want. And if they don't have organic strawberries, I think, "Oh, I'll get organic blueberries instead," but then I have to go to another section to see if that's an option, instead of just seeing the organic blueberries sitting out where the organic strawberries would have been, if they'd had any.
But aside from that... just fucking pick one already. We've lived in this house for 8+ years now, and they've gone back and forth between these two methods more times than I can remember.
Yep.
Tips on Increasing Grocery Store Sales
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Change Item Locations
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Drinking
Masturbating
Showering
Cooking
The 4 activities in my life I can't do at my work.
Apparently I haven't done the 2nd one in awhile, and that frustration was accumulating in the background waiting for the worst time to sneak up on me...
And now they hurt :eek::eek:
In a job one of the worst times is when you have decided fuck this place I'm gonna find a better job and then you have resumes and career websites and emails from recruiters and interviews that are promising and give you hope for a better future or at least more money
and you still have to go around in your current job as if everything is fine and nothing is happening and yes I am motivated and wow you are planning for the christmas party already and I can't wait. and yes I am very interested in this six month project although if I am here six months from now still being underpaid to support you ridiculous assholes I expect I will be drinking far too heavily to actually complete the project
And on top of all that, you can't even speak openly about it with your friends online and have to use the anonymous account so your bosses won't get wind of how you really feel.
Word.
Been there, it sucks ass. Just keep in mind, that there will come a point soon, when you've handed in your notice and are working your last weeks and everybody will know you're moving on.
Then you walk into the boss's office to tell him to take-this-job-and-shove-it, and he surprises you with a promotion at three times the money. Talk about a deer in the headlights. :haha:
So does anyone ever gets to have the head-to-head with the unfair boss in the job they hate and quit, or does everyone end up been nice to them to finish on good terms for the potential recommendation?
The latter. No point cutting off your own nose to spite your face.
I thanked my appalling no-people-skills boss in my resignation letter, even though she had been insufferable and unreasonable. I figured as a letter it would be scanned in and stay on my records for the usual five years, so while the institution would have had yet another shake-up, that letter would last longer than Susanna did.
I did f-all during my notice period though, except maybe a little filing, surf the internet and post here.
Hahahaha.
So does anyone ever gets to have the head-to-head with the unfair boss in the job they hate and quit, or does everyone end up been nice to them to finish on good terms for the potential recommendation?
When I quit/got myself fired from my last factory job, my boss & I both assured each other of our mutual disrespect, and dislike of each other. In no uncertain terms.
I was working for myself after that, so, I didn't give the first happy damn what she wrote in my file.
I've seen shouting matches and fisticuffs in one case... then there's the Post Office. :eek:
This:
Today I learned about Zion curtains.
ETA: And then, I read up on the Alcohol Laws of Utah. Interesting read.
Can Christians trying to show how biblical they are stop trying to destroy imported Hebrew words? I don't know how Tziyon became Zion, but it reads as "fuck curtains", like curtains specifically made for fucking.
At least now I know I won't be able to go to Utah without giggling like a schoolgirl.
So tired... Waiting for groceries delivery after a busy night shift... Need to stay awake.... Must.. Find... More to post about....
Looking for jackets online... Oh yea sure I'd look good with those, I'd look fantastic in anything with those abs.
God damn it I wish there was a filter to see how they look on fat people.
Can Christians trying to show how biblical they are stop trying to destroy imported Hebrew words? I don't know how Tziyon became Zion, but it reads as "fuck curtains", like curtains specifically made for fucking.
So this
[ATTACH]53372[/ATTACH]
is a sign for Mount Fuck Baptist Church?
Yes, but only for the duty of procreation. ;)
I am not sure...
Mountain of fuck? Like a hillside orgy club?
A mount that fucks? Like a horse?
Mount and fuck? Like a command? "Mount me!"?
So I bought my first ubisoft game today on steam
'nough said :(
I.... I didn't know god damn it, I DIDN'T KNOW
*pulls on the bars and shakes the jail cage*
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zion
I know, it's still sounds closer to the hebrew word for fuck then to the hebrew pronunciation of zion.
I swear to God all I do in this fucking house is turn off lights, and close doors.
I have closed the utility room door at least five times today. I've turned off the hall light at least four times today.
And it's only 12:30. The parents have been up exactly two hours.
:(
Dr. who fans who take pirate day to heart - UPLOAD FASTER GOD DAMN IT. Some of us don't have British television.
You could stream instead:
http://watchseries-online.ch/episode/doctor-who-2005-s09e01
I meant upload to streaming websites - watching it right now.
edit: And.. Holy fuck....
Thanks for the extra streaming database though, those are always useful, and
my usual one is lacking a couple of shows I had my eyes on.
Can't stop crying.
Not real soul-destroying weeping, that would be a different thread.
Just stupid eye-leaking at everything.
Bought Frozen at the carboot sale today. The first Disney film I've ever owned. Because generally I'm not a fan. But I liked "Let It Go" or whatever the song is called.
Weeping my way through it.
I mean.
Really.
Going to go and be nice to my rats.
That will probably make me cry too.
My G-D butter dish is making me cry.
Typing this is making me cry.
Need some Vaseline, stat, Otherwise I'll be chapped as well as bruised tomorrow. And trust me - you don't want to head into Winter with cracked skin on your eyebags.
In that case, I challenge you to try and watch this version without mixing a chuckle into the tears:
[YOUTUBE]2bVAoVlFYf0[/YOUTUBE]
That was super.
If I could sing lilke her I would never bother talking.
I'd sing to the minions in the park, to the bus drivers, when I went for a cheeky teacake...
That cheered me right up, thanks.
I think I was just a little over-wrought last night.
I haven't been sleeping well, or in fact eating well (eating too much, yes - but not well.)
Thngs look a little brighter today. Despite the fact it's dull and rainy.
And my butter-dish is lovely and not making me cry. Even if it's technically for Mum for Christmas, I still like looking at it.
Tatiana Maslany was robbed.
That lass still not got an Emmy?
I'm actually stunned that the Frozen translation was as good as it was. One language and then back to English, I could see. But the girl said she went through a chain of a dozen languages before getting back to English. And still she got to keep the phrase "the storm is raging" for "let the storm rage on?" That's fucking impressive, Google Translate. I remember a time when you could go to one language and back and it would be completely--and I mean completely--unintelligible.
I for one welcome our new UN overlords.
...
That's fucking impressive, Google Translate. I remember a time when you could go
to one language and back and it would be completely--and I mean completely--unintelligible.
I for one welcome our new UN overlords.
Although they may be using somewhat later versions, this is the kind of software
our Depts of State, Homeland Security, Defense,... etc are relying upon
to keep us "safe".
:eek:
So today it's been one full month since my last day off from work. Every day, sometimes 8 hours, sometimes a double shift, today was a 12 hour one... I think it is starting to get to me.
Don't get em wrong - I can't complain, this is the most comfortable job I ever had. But... After a month, I think I need at some point to just curl up and not leave bed for a day.
My laptop's charger is fucked, and it could take up to 10 business days for the replacement to arrive. Now I am on the old netbook, which is barely ok for web browsing... Can't run the phone emulators for coding, can't run any of my games, barely watchable as far as movies and tv shows go, the audio quality is so poor it's harder to listen to music or audio books, and...
/1st world problems (in a 3rd world country)
Ouch. No, seriously, ouch. I hate, hate, hate being cut off like that. I get cranky as hell if my desktop is out of action and I'm stuck on my laptop - or when my internet is barely usable (two years of that, I'm lookin' at you TalkTalk!).
Mum's even worse. Her internet went down for about a week and she was like a whole other person. Cranky doesn't even come close. Separating her from her ipad is like trying to get a cub from a bear.
That's what mind flayers are for.
or books.
or beer.
or bikes.
or other people and a deck of cards, or walking in the neighborhood or at a park or in the woods.
Being unemployed is a risk for gaining weight, I'm finding ... so easy to buy treats and treat every evening like the weekend; nibble on pumpkin loaf, pumpkin cheesecake (just a little one), apple pie (another little one), all those little treats bought to comfort oneself. A bite at a time, a pound at a time.
Well! It seems my husband has either been selfish or taken one for the team, as the cheesecake, the cookies, and pumpkin loaf have disappeared. I have to fall back on my homemade guac and my grapes for this evening. All of which is good, and I know I'll thank him tomorrow, and if he actually ate all that stuff he'll suffer for it tonight and then be able to work it off in the gym because he doesn't have arthritis ... so I will pretend I really wanted the grapes anyway. But it's mildly irritating me tonight, even though it's for the best. I hate being managed.
Maybe he just hid 'em... Hmm maybe that's worse. :unsure:
Being unemployed is a risk for gaining weight, I'm finding ... so easy to buy treats and treat every evening like the weekend; nibble on pumpkin loaf, pumpkin cheesecake (just a little one), apple pie (another little one), all those little treats bought to comfort oneself. A bite at a time, a pound at a time.
Kind of funny because I an finding the exact opposite. When I was a "stay-at-home" mom, I was running all over the place and had time t hit the gym. Now I'm working I'm stuck in an office at a computer and nibbling is so easy and I gave up my gym membership because I can never get there. And the pounds are piling on. And I mostly nibble vegetables. I need to find a way/energy to work out
The other day I had a new nickname idea I remember really liking, but no place that needed it. Now I found a place where I want a new nickname, but I can't remember.
"Where has Clodfobble been?" I hear none of you asking. (That's not what's irritating me, that's just my crappy version of an apology for being in absentia for the last week-ish.) Well, first I was taking the kids to Disney--first time on a plane for them and they had a blast, maybe I'll get around to posting pictures sometime--and since returning I have been spending all my free hours going through the relentless process of copyediting, which actually means responding to each of the thousand-plus proposed copyedits sent to me. Most of them are comma deletions or sticking a hyphen in "good-bye" or whatever, but there are a couple that have made my brain explode. In a mildly irritating manner.
I think my copyeditor must surely be Indian. This shit has
got to be outsourced. Because on the one hand, she wrote this:
...fighting relentlessly for an abstract child [strike]whom[/strike] who I knew was out there somewhere...
<<AU: “who” is actually the subject of the clause (as if you were just saying “who was out there”; “I knew” is in apposition).>>
but on the other hand, she writes things like this:
[strike]upwards of[/strike] (unclear)
<<AU: When you say “upward of,” do you mean “more than” or “as much as” or “up to”? I’m afraid this expression has never been clear to me.
[strike]The "best thing since sliced bread"[/strike] The best thing since before sliced bread
<<AU: I couldn’t wrap my mind around “the best thing since,” because you were actually talking about the time before you could buy bread already sliced. Is this change OK? I don’t think you need the quotation marks.
Bugs the shit out of me that her job is to nitpick my stuff and she doesn't know basic idioms.
the sliced bread one is unforgiveable
Bugs the shit out of me that her job is to nitpick my stuff and she doesn't know basic idioms.
Is her job to just raise a flag, or is she trying to get you to defend your work?
Early in my career I read over shit written by attorneys, and if something read funny or didn't make sense to me, or was flat out wrong, I'd flag it, and then they just did what they wanted with my flag. Sometimes they ignored it and sometime they made a change. I didn't care because they were the boss.
Who is the boss in your situation?
The project editor, who is a separate person from the copyeditor. The copyeditor flags, I respond, then the project editor reads both and makes the call. The acquisitions editor is over her, so if I really dug my heels in over something then in theory it would go up to him for arbitration. But at the end of the day, the publishing company as a whole is the boss. They bought it from me and it's theirs to do with as they please. I should probably just trust that the project editor knows what she's doing and will make the common sense call on everything.
Side note: When I want to protest a flag, the convention is for me to type STET immediately following it. This morning, I commented on something unrelated with an ironic "I'm hilarious!" and Mr. Clod immediately responded, "Stet."
That tells me Mr Clod has retained his sense of humor through your latest obsession. Good for him, and you. :thumb2:
They bought it from me and it's theirs to do with as they please.
I can see why you're irritated then. You are defending your baby from attacks with no real power behind you other than your power of persuasion.
My teeth would be ground to nothing by now.
Does that make minifob Stetson?
Does that make minifob Stetson?
:notworthy
Buses are irritating me. When I first started this part-time job, I had to set off around 7:30 to get to work for 9:10 for a 9:30 start. That gave a little leeway if a bus vanished from the schedule or I missed one of the connections on my three bus journey. I then left work a little after 2:30 and got home a little before 4pm. One time two buses vanished off the schedule and I was late, but that seemed unusual. One time I missed a bus and was late.
Then the schools went back and traffic started snarling up in the morning as I was leaving, and the journey back coincided with schools letting out. I was late to work and decided to get an earlier bus. Things were fine for a bit - then that bus was late, the next connecting bus was late and the last bus vanished - I ended up spending an extra fiver on a taxi for the last leg and was still 15 minutes late.
I started getting an earlier bus. Everything was fine - then calderdale and kirklees seemed to erupt in roadworks, positioned handily at all the major arteries in and out of the town I was travelling from and the town I was travelling to. I was late again - I ended up getting a warning for being late three times in a month.
So now, I leave my house at 6:50 for a 9:30 shift start and I get home around 4:30. I am now travelling 4 hours 40 minutes there and back for a 5 hour shift.
The distance, by a-road, from my village to the village where I work is 9.8 miles.
Sounds like you almost need a bicycle. Are there reasonable bike routes to go those 10 miles? You could save at least an hour and a half a day if you rode a bike instead.
I wouldn't be comfortable riding a bike on these roads, no. There are odd stretches with a cycle lane, but for the most part it's just you at the outer edge of a road with cars, buses and trucks. It would also be a killer of a ride - this is hill country, we don't do flat.
That's if I still rode a bike. haven't done since I was a tween and had nasty accident.
I really feel your pain. The ridiculous times I've had to set out just to ensure I was somewhere on time...
I was once told I could not stay over in Brighton on Sunday nights any more by my Line Manager because the trains were so unreliable; I'd been late about three Monday mornings. In about as many months. Bitch was able to decide to "work from home" if she woke up late.
On the Mondays the train was running well, I was in my seat, logged on, nearly an hour early. They ran every 20 minutes ostensibly, so I was already building in a stupid amount of leeway. And no-one in our little, close-knit team had any problem with me occasionally running late, given none of us took our proper breaks anyway, and on my usual commute (barring bombscares/ train crashes/ strikes) I was always at work early.
It ended the relationship with the chap in Brighton tbh. Sunday was the only day we were both free.
And made me hate her.
So the good news is I got a new job, really excited and looking forward to it. I have been at the current job for 12 years, whew. So with my level of access and position the SOP is to escort the person from the building when they give notice, apparently I am very trustworthy and can stay till the end. What is irritating about that? I start the new job Monday so have a week overlap I have to cover.
Ouch. Still, awesome news on the exciting new job front!
Tough job emotionally, likely you may have to escort some people with sob stories and/or anger, with you representing the company. Hopefully most will be happy to get out and going to something better. Don't want to be Debbie Downer, that just came to mind. But hey, congratulations on making a move you want and wish you happy trails. :thumb2:
Ugh. I am super unstable right now and it is irritating me.
It kind of ought to be in the upsetting thread, because that descriptor fits outward reality better--but that's just the idiot me, you see, then there's the real "me" on top of that who knows it's stupid and just wants me to cut it out. It's not me being upset, it's just my stupid brain.
Not gonna bore you with the details. But when you guys are all "Clodfobble's brain" this and "Mr. Clod's a lucky man" that, just know that I'm a giant pain in the ass during these times and his tolerance now is when he earns his keep tenfold. I'm only 34, but I told him in all honesty it would not surprise me if I suddenly went through menopause in the next year, because it's always been strongly tied to hormones and shit is off the rails in here. I upped my anti-seizure meds a couple months ago, and it helped, but didn't halt the general widening of the sine wave. The doc said I'm still on the low side of the therapeutic blood level and there's room to up them some more if I want. I don't really want, but I may experiment anyway, for the good of the land.
...And see, this is why I have to type shit out. Because just now, in this very minute, it occurred to me that I have continued to take my med once a day at this new higher dose, instead of half twice a day as is more common, because it's always worked better for me that way. (Full dose at night helps me sleep better, while a half-dose in the morning made me a zombie.) So maybe it helped but I'm also crashing harder with the higher dose still being all at once. I'll try splitting it before I try upping it again.
Man, thanks for all the help, you guys are great. :)
Woah. Did you guys SEE Clodfobble's brain just then?
Oh screw you guys. :)
Promises, promises.
My lack of motivation, and I know I'm going to regret it. :/
I'm sure I could motivate you if I was there to get behind you: you'd need to go back to work just to get some rest.
I know I'm going to regret it. :/
only if you ca be bothered to.....
Haha to both of you. I have finally got myself moving now. Well a while ago actually. Things are progressing. There will be cake.
Woah. Did you guys SEE Clodfobble's brain just then?
That flash, a glimpse of ... is that what that was?
Oh screw you guys. :)
Yes please. And thank you, may I have another?
Fucking Bezos.
Amazon is pushing so hard to get me to buy into their Prime racket. They want me to pay the membership fee and shop more exclusively with them, and in return, they offer deals on shipping and stuff.
But the pushing is being done with a carrot and a stick. The carrot I don't mind so much. I can just turn it down. But the stick is annoying me.
I bought a replacement handle for a sink on Saturday from Amazon. It was eligible for free shipping. So they sent me a confirmation email right away that I indeed bought this thing (and they may have charged my card) and now it's Tuesday, and it's like crickets chirping. They have the item in their warehouse, and they can easily pick it up and ship it, but they are just burning time. I'm not a Prime member, so they are deliberately making me wait. When they get around to shipping it in a day or two, they will ship it with their standard two-day delivery. It costs them the exact same amount of money to process and ship my order promptly or wait a few days. But since I'm not a Prime member, they are just parking my order for a few days.
Free market and all that. I could take my business elsewhere. What they are doing is fair. But I also have the right to say Fuck You, Bezos.
We talked about this a while ago. I'm still trying to figure Amazon out and wonder if I should be shopping elsewhere. They make it convenient, all under one roof. But other online vendors have got to be better.
My last order was for over $200. Bunch of stuff. Ordered October 26. A week and 4 days ago. 9 business days total, or 11 actual days. They still haven't shipped it yet according to their display. Nobody is that slow in 2015. Bezos is deliberately making non-Prime customers wait to get their stuff. One of the items was fulfilled by a third party and came a week ago. The Amazon stuff hasn't shipped yet.
The advice I give you is that if you are not a Prime member, and are doing any Christmas shopping on Amazon, order by about Dec. 5th. Or suck it up and pay the $100 for Prime.
They told you delivery would be between Nov. 5-7 when you ordered it, right? Or have they been changing the delivery date as it sits and waits?
They have not lied to me. They told me it would take this long.
I ran smack into a new stick, looking for something and see a product labeled, "Prime Members Only". It explained the item was in short supply and only available to Prime members until a sufficient supply was available.
Up to this point the stick has been like walking through brush, just little whacks like extra clicks and shit. But if I was seriously attempting to buy that item, that would have pissed me off to no end, the deal breaker, put them on my shitlist... and they wouldn't care.
We're talking about the largest in the world, numero uno, the big kahuna, replaced WW II as the big one. Unlike city hall, where you can't win but you can piss on the front steps and run, you can't even piss on Bezo's steps. Screwing Amazon for thousands of dollars may give you satisfaction, but they might not even notice. We've fed the puppy until it grew into a vicious untamable cur.
I ran smack into a new stick, looking for something and see a product labeled, "Prime Members Only". It explained the item was in short supply and only available to Prime members until a sufficient supply was available.
Ooh, haven't seen that one yet. That does smack of elitism. I bet within 5 years they will be a subscription-only service. Which, hey, places like Costco do, it's not unheard of. But that clearly seems to be the direction they're headed.
The package was just delivered two minutes ago by a local courier in a minivan.
customers who don't show up on time and don't let you know they're going to be late till you ask them where they are, irritate me.
and then want to stand on the footpath in 1000000% humidity with their fondant covered cake chatting about how amazing their kid is (who is having a $300 cake for their birthday). Meanwhile, the modeled Elsa crown on top starts to collapse. :/
Whyso Griff?
I think I misplayed emojos. I just found that an amusing exchange.
People who fart silently in libraries and make the rest of us look sideways at eachother wondering who dealt it.
And NO it wasn't me.
I'm having trouble with my stomach, not my bowels.
IF it was me dealing .... I'd post that in the "Mildly amusing" thread..
Damn credit card number got stolen for the second time in less than a year. Now I have to wait 10 days for a new one. It's my own fault for only maintaining one of them. I need to get a second one just so that when it inevitably goes under, I don't have to buy gas with cash for a week and a half.
The false charge that got flagged and made the card company instantly deny it and then call me? $4,000+ at a liquor store in Pennsylvania. Glad to hear that's still not considered normal, even for Pennsylvania.
It's only normal at PA liquor stores if you're a resident. ;)
i did nothing
they can prove nothing
Damn credit card number got stolen for the second time in less than a year. Now I have to wait 10 days for a new one. It's my own fault for only maintaining one of them. I need to get a second one just so that when it inevitably goes under, I don't have to buy gas with cash for a week and a half.
The false charge that got flagged and made the card company instantly deny it and then call me? $4,000+ at a liquor store in Pennsylvania. Glad to hear that's still not considered normal, even for Pennsylvania.
It's 'cause they checked the security cameras and didn't see you peeing on the floor in the aisle, so they knew it wasn't you.
I don't understand why ten days, though. Ours get overnighted, even if it's not an emergency
Same here, overnight whether I want it or not.
Mine's been stolen a few times too. But the credit card companies are getting too zealous at flagging stuff as well. I was trying to put $50 on my metro fare card earlier this year and they flagged that. I understand their motivation, but it's annoying when trying to make small normal purchases.
I don't know, this is the third or fourth time it's happened and they always tell me ten business days before the new card gets here. Realistically it usually gets here in less than that, but it's definitely never been overnighted. It's probably my credit union being lazy rather than Visa, though.
Credit card fraud is definitely irritating. We went through a period where our main card was compromised several times in one year.
My irritation today is from me and the little kids all being slightly sick. Max is going back to school today, but I still have a stuffy head and sore throat, as does Eva who also has conjunctivitis, which I have been putting drops on for 24 hours now, so hopefully mostly cleared up by tomorrow.
Oh and a couple of cake issues which are annoying me.
Never had that happen to me. Knock wood.
Your lucky. It has happened to me twice this last year. Last time it was a christian charity that got hacked. I caught the charge, and reported it the next morning. They sent me a letter telling me that they were hacked, and asked me for a new CC number. Now I don't make online purchases, or charitable giving unless they have Pay Pal. I'm sure it is only a matter of time before Pay Pal gets hacked.
passive aggressive bitching in another thread.
Family, hey! Can't live with 'em ... Can't live without 'em!
Sent by thought transference
Family, hey! Can't live with 'em ... Can't shoot 'em.
Fixed it.
:p:
Fixed it.
[emoji14]:
Glad to hear it!
Sent by thought transference
passive aggressive bitching in another thread.
Was the irony intentional here?
of course. :) Glad someone finally got it.
Went right over my head lol
My Mum bought me an online voucher for some Pieminister pies.
That's not irritating, that's lovely.
But the original plan was that the one person I know in Otley was to staore them in his freezer and I would have them at his house, with him doing the cooking and providing the rest of the meal.
Which seemed like a good deal.
However in the last few months I've eaten at his house.
Just reheated food, but it's not been hot - it's been lukewarm.
I can't eat lukewarm food. Call me Ms Picky but it turns my stomach. I can't even send it back to be reheated (privately or in a restaurant) as it is completely spoiled for me.
Also, he snorts and grunts like a warthog when eating, which disgusts me.
Now I don't know what to do with my £21 voucher. Sob.
Can you not buy them one at a time and eat immediately upon arrival?
No, sadly. They only deliver in multiples of six.
My hand hurts.
I cut the shit out of it.
I was alone in an almost empty workroom, and I was scooting my chair around back and forth as I did stuff (indexed files) on opposite sides of the room.
I pushed off backwards with a huge push and a wheel of my chair hit a recessed outlet in the floor. It stopped rolling and I went over backwards. Time slowed down and I remember being annoyed at this object that got in my way, then being amazed at how my inertia was lifting me out of my chair, then thinking "this is probably going to hurt."
It did hurt. I hit my head on the floor, but the real pain came from my hand. I looked down and saw a one inch binder clip in my palm with blood oozing all around it.
I gingerly removed the binder clip as blood made its way down each of my fingers and dripped onto the carpet. Then I folded the loose flap of skin back down to where it belonged and applied a lot of pressure. I tried to keep the blood from getting everywhere as I walked over to the first aid kit which was only ten feet away and then I stood there waiting for the bleeding to slow down before grabbing bandaging. Opened the packaging with my teeth and wrapped my hand up. I was all proud of myself until I saw the blood oozing through a second or two later, so I went into the pantry to get another first aid kit. Wrapped another one around, and it was all good. got a wet paper towel and cleaned the rest of my hand off. And then left work to take a cab to urgent care.
Urgent care was great. They cleaned it well. Gave me numbing shots, and stitched me up. 7 stitches.
I'd never had stitches before. Now I have. I would have preferred not reaching this milestone.
Ouch, that sucks. For some reason we don't want to let go of whatever's in our hand when god trips us. Usually we'd be better off if we did, like not dragging a loved one under the train with us, but there's no time to think.
Are they self-dissolving, or the mo money type stiches? Either way, keep it warm and moist. ;)
Wow, 7 stitches gives me a fair idea of the size of the cut. Pretty impressive! Right or left hand?
Ah, left I see, from the Bruises thread. Still, it's going to make using that hand hard for awhile. Good job remembering to take a picture for us before it was sewn up. :)
My Mum bought me an online voucher for some Pieminister pies.
That's not irritating, that's lovely.
But the original plan was that the one person I know in Otley was to staore them in his freezer and I would have them at his house, with him doing the cooking and providing the rest of the meal.
Which seemed like a good deal.
However in the last few months I've eaten at his house.
Just reheated food, but it's not been hot - it's been lukewarm.
I can't eat lukewarm food. Call me Ms Picky but it turns my stomach. I can't even send it back to be reheated (privately or in a restaurant) as it is completely spoiled for me.
Also, he snorts and grunts like a warthog when eating, which disgusts me.
Now I don't know what to do with my £21 voucher. Sob.
Can't you insist on heating them yourself as it's your "treat", then leave the rest of the food because you're too full of pie?
Other than that, why no go to a local shelter or old folks home and share with them. yes, you won't get to eat all six, but better than nothing?
Also, how long before the voucher expires? You might have found someone else to do a deal with by then.
Ah, left I see, from the Bruises thread. Still, it's going to make using that hand hard for awhile. Good job remembering to take a picture for us before it was sewn up. :)
Nice!
I should have taken a picture when they had the flap open. That was more dramatic and hamburgerish. But I would have felt self conscious doing that while the doc was examining it.
Also, how long before the voucher expires? You might have found someone else to do a deal with by then.
I think this is my best bet. May even get them sent to Mum's house; we can have 3 x pie meals together!
Glatt - blimey that looks sore.
I don't know how you heal, but I know if that was me the whole hand would balloon and be unusable for weeks :(
Turns out it's not that bad. I'm able to function almost normally at work. Lifting boxes of documents is not advisable, but it can be done if I'm careful.
It isn't the actual premises and certainly not the staff at my local branch who are a great bunch.
It isn't even the woman at the check out in front of me last week who appeared to have based her shopping list on the possibility of the Red Army dropping in unannounced for afternoon tea.
What really annoys me is the methods that are employed to make you spend more than you need. They would probably call it merchandising or marketing. I would call it sharp practise and chicanery.
Everyone is familiar with economies of scale. It's obviously cheaper to buy a box of one hundred teabags than two boxes of fifty. Except that it isn't on occasion, it's actually more expensive.
Similarly, two 500 gram bags of sultanas should cost more than a 1kg bag but they don't from time to time. The shopper in a hurry will just grab what should, on the face of it, be the cheaper option, and ends up paying more.
Then there's the periodic rearrangement of the whole store which means nobody can find anything. I've mentioned that one before so I won't revisit it.
There's also the practise of putting the costlier items on shelves at eye level. Look down at the lower shelves and you'll find the cheaper stuff there, but how many people bother?
It's probably the same in the US, Canada and Oz, but in the UK we have unit pricing regulations which means it should be possible to compare different size packs of the same, or similar, product for value.
Here's a couple of examples:
Not difficult to see which is the least expensive, given that the packs are the same size. But why is the unit price of one expressed in pence per 100 grams, and the other one in £ per kg?
That can be annoying when you're trying to compare packs of different sizes.
It's easy enough to shift a decimal point about, but we shouldn't have to do it.
Chicanery and sharp practise.
why is the unit price of one expressed in pence per 100 grams, and the other one in £ per kg?
Sometime here, you will see one product as cents/ounce and another as dollars/pound. It makes doing math in your head much more tricky when you have to multiply by 16 to get the answer. I'd love to just move the decimal.
... in the UK we have unit pricing regulations which means it should be possible to compare different size packs of the same, or similar, product for value.
...
Chicanery and sharp practise.
Better still when the cost of apples (in our local Co-operative) is expressed in cost per kilo for one sort, and cost per unit (apple) right next door ...
Also I always double-check the prices of the "bargain" litres of booze, sometimes these are more expensive than the standard size bottle ...
Chicanery and sharp practice indeed.
Better still when the cost of apples (in our local Co-operative) is expressed in cost per kilo for one sort, and cost per unit (apple) right next door ...
Chicanery and sharp practice indeed.
It's the same with bananas in Tesco. This morning I bought a bunch in the main store at £0.68/kg, but if I go around the corner to the mini Tesco they're on sale individually.
I can't remember what the price differential was, but it was obviously big enough to stop me from buying them there ever again.
That's a little different I think, though. If it's a different store then the prices for individual items may well be diferent anyway - as the ground rents and so on are diferent for different stores. Tins of chappie at the big tesco in Shelf are 65p, but if we go to the smaller tesco in Queensbury they're 60p.
Where it is pure chicanery is when they are side by side but differently priced in a way that obscures or misrepresents that difference.
Carruthers, look at it as a gift for people like yourself who can see passed their marketing ploys, you can feel the self satisfaction of not being fooled. Then you can giggle all smug like at the checkout, when you spot shoppers who made the mistake. :haha:
This sort of thing has become part of marketing because everyone is trying to live their life on a dead run, no time to read the EULA. We sign contracts with copious fine print, but nobody ever reads it except the lawyers when there's a dispute. LJ can probably tell you how many people buy a car, one of the big commitments in most people's lives, and sign without reading the contracts.
I went into the supermarket and right inside the door was a huge display of berries. They'd set up a stepped like bleacher seating table, covered with fabric, about 12 ft long, with blueberries, blackberries, strawberries, etc. Half a dozen large signs said, "buy one, get one free". Now this wasn't a slapped together display, it had to be designed and planned in detail. Nowhere anywhere near this display was the PRICE. Do you think they forgot? I don't think so. Since I was planning on buying blueberries anyway, I just picked up twice as many, but I'm sure their marketing people think they conned me.
That mini Tesco sounds like what we call convenience stores, WAWA is the local biggie. Park right at the door, grab something you need, pay a premium for the convenience, and on your way. These have become the regular morning on the way to work stop for millions. Coffee, maybe a pack of smokes or a pastry. Sometimes something for lunch if you know you'll be busy at lunch time. When the market has bananas for 49 cents a lb, the WAWA will charge 70 cents for one banana, but in winter you can leave your car running to warm up.
That mini Tesco sounds like what we call convenience stores, WAWA is the local biggie. Park right at the door, grab something you need, pay a premium for the convenience, and on your way. These have become the regular morning on the way to work stop for millions. Coffee, maybe a pack of smokes or a pastry. Sometimes something for lunch if you know you'll be busy at lunch time. When the market has bananas for 49 cents a lb, the WAWA will charge 70 cents for one banana, but in winter you can leave your car running to warm up.
Yep, they're convenience stores this side of the Atlantic also.
At one time they tended to be sole traders who grouped together to take advantage of the discounts available to bulk purchasers.
Others were franchise operations and were sometimes described as 'little gold mines'.
The big supermarket chains saw the opportunity to make even more money by opening their own convenience stores.
The rationale was that people would buy all the things they had run out of in between their weekly shopping trips.
Accordingly, they are often referred to in the retail trade as 'sod it' shops, as in 'sod it, we've run out of milk' although the 'on the way to work stop' that you describe no doubt generates considerable profit.
It's interesting that you mention the push to sell strawberries etc. The 'buy one, get one free' (BOGOF) model is well known here as well.
Of course what is meant by that is that each pack is half price. Sometimes you will see single packs of strawberries or raspberries being sold at supposedly 'half price'.
As far as I can tell, no-one has ever bought supermarket strawberries at full price!
Quite how they get around the various regulations to promote goods in this way is something of a mystery.
Dad gets 'Which?' magazine which is published by the Consumers' Association and I have a feeling there is an article in a recent edition exposing some of these marketing practices.
I'll dig that out and see what else they've been up to that I haven't spotted.
To the best of my recollection, I believe that there's an official enquiry going on into supermarket pricing policies.
No doubt it will take years to produce a result and although much of the sharp practice will be weeded out, the supermarkets will come up with a dazzling new array of ploys equally as sneaky as the last lot.
Yes, the on the way to work is huge because we're drivers, if there was more mass transit, these stores would take hit. The WAWA stores sell gasoline too, any store they can't add gas pumps to is closed an a brand new one with pumps is built. The smallest I've see around me is 28 pumps. For
647 stores in 6 states, 194,000,000 cups of coffee is lucrative.
It isn't the actual premises and certainly not the staff at my local branch who are a great bunch.
It isn't even the woman at the check out in front of me last week who appeared to have based her shopping list on the possibility of the Red Army dropping in unannounced for afternoon tea.
What really annoys me is the methods that are employed to make you spend more than you need. They would probably call it merchandising or marketing. I would call it sharp practise and chicanery.
Everyone is familiar with economies of scale. It's obviously cheaper to buy a box of one hundred teabags than two boxes of fifty. Except that it isn't on occasion, it's actually more expensive.
Similarly, two 500 gram bags of sultanas should cost more than a 1kg bag but they don't from time to time. The shopper in a hurry will just grab what should, on the face of it, be the cheaper option, and ends up paying more.
Then there's the periodic rearrangement of the whole store which means nobody can find anything. I've mentioned that one before so I won't revisit it.
There's also the practise of putting the costlier items on shelves at eye level. Look down at the lower shelves and you'll find the cheaper stuff there, but how many people bother?
It's probably the same in the US, Canada and Oz, but in the UK we have unit pricing regulations which means it should be possible to compare different size packs of the same, or similar, product for value.
Here's a couple of examples:
Not difficult to see which is the least expensive, given that the packs are the same size. But why is the unit price of one expressed in pence per 100 grams, and the other one in £ per kg?
That can be annoying when you're trying to compare packs of different sizes.
It's easy enough to shift a decimal point about, but we shouldn't have to do it.
WHY NOT?
Chicanery and sharp practise.
[devilsadvocate] If you are too hurried, lazy or stupid to do the math, why shouldn't you pay more? A store is a business, not a non-profit public service. [/DA]
Also, regarding the costlier items at eye-level .... A scarily large proportion of people want the name brand product (which is usually the most expensive) If they don't find it quickly, they will become frustrated and leave. So that is what is put at eye level. then they feel happy which puts them in the mood for and gives them time to look around and add more items they hadn't intended to buy to their basket.
Here's a
recent article about brand-name painkillers from the BBC
@monster
[devilsadvocate]If you are too hurried, lazy or stupid to do the math, why shouldn't you pay more? ..... [/DA]
Unit pricing is just one aspect of grocery retailing where there is less than plain dealing.
Two for one, or three for two offers rely on the products being sold at differing (higher?) prices in the preceding twenty-eight days.
They are manipulated with such byzantine complexity that it becomes impossible to determine if any savings are being made when considering a multi-buy offer.
[devilsadvocate].... A store is a business, not a non-profit public service. [/DA]
Quite so. My pension fund has holdings in the grocery retailing sector on both sides of the Atlantic so I want Tesco and Walmart to be successful.
I'd just rather they made their profits by fair means not foul.
Ah, but foul is in the eye of the beholder. Is it foul if it's standard practice on both sides of the pond? Certainly the consumer has been subjected to it continuously, so it's not a quick switch. The price in the previous 28 days is a nonstarter when it comes to produce as that's a constant supply/demand variable.
And don't forget, "If you are too hurried, lazy or stupid to do the math" is coming from a mathematician. :haha:
I was deferred from donating blood this morning. I had even
gone online and searched for info about donating eligibility if you have stitches but could find nothing. So I showed up. "Yes. I feel well." (I do.) And then at the end of the screening, when they ask if I have any questions, I ask about the stitches. Deferred.
They should put it in the literature somewhere if it means you can't donate. Wasted 30 minutes and took up a donation slot somebody else could have filled.
Apparently if I said I didn't feel well, there was a sub-menu that gave me the stitches option to check off.
Ugh. I just watched
a movie that was supposed to be a sort of dark, sort of twisted-funny, artsy-fartsy kind of thing.
Which it was. Except, like, 50 times harder on the dark bit. All the characters were bad people, and it genuinely depressed the fuck out of me worse than any "sad" story where I actually cared about the characters. Which, you know, mad props to a work of art that can make me feel so strongly against my will. That was most definitely the point of it.
You ever seen the movie
Kids? Same kind of deal. But I'd watch
Kids again before I'd watch
Happiness again.
All the characters were bad people
Oh, so it was a real life drama. :haha:
This
That would do it I'd bet. How many knuckles did you bust?
Send it back to China and get a free replacement (postage due).
Looks like a Snap-on? If so, how long was the pipe you had on the handle?
It was a Craftsman. I had gotten 20 good years out of it. I was using an adapter so it would drive a 1/2 inch drive bit. It was only 3/8" and was a little wimpy for the job.
I was removing the anode rod from our water heater. I had a four foot steel pipe slipped over the handle and was really pulling as hard as I could without busting the gas line or water pipes. The heater was full of water and weighed probably 500 lbs or so, and I had my son hugging it to try to hold it still. Still, it moved around a bit.
Good news though! When this broke, I went to Advance Auto and got a 24" breaker bar that was the correct 1/2 size for the socket and put the 4 foot pipe over that. I got the anode loose without breaking anything important.
And then this afternoon, I went to Sears and returned the broken ratchet. Got a new one, no questions asked.
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I recommend Craftsman hand tools. (non-powered.) You just pay for them once and have them for life.
Sears is good like that. I use my 1/4 inch drive sets a lot and the fine tooth ratchets let go sometimes. For awhile they were replacing the ratchet mechanisms at the register, but the repair kits were really sloppy. Last time I went I grabbed a brand new spiffy ratchet which I intended to buy along with having them repair the old one. But when I gave the guy the old one he went right to the display and gave me a new one just like the one I picked out. I bought the new one anyway and came home with two new ones. Two more and I'll have spiffy ratchets for each set. :D
All of my hand tools are Craftsman from when they were USA made and said so on the tool. Many tools branded Craftsman are now made abroad and no longer say made in the USA on them. It's been a selling point with tool dealers on eBay for a few years now.
I have 1/2", 3/8" and 1/4" drive fine tooth wrenches. Both the SAE and metric sockets are 12 pt. in the sizes 12 pt. are available and my 1/2" drive socket set size range picks up where my 1/4" drive socket set size range leaves off with a little bit of overlap. I don't have 3/8" drive sockets, just the 3/8" drive wrench and adapters for sockets of the other two drives.
Snap-On sells a 9/16 quarter inch drive socket I find very handy for things that don't take a shitload of torque. Like the nuts holding a toggle switch or pilot lamp, where a bigger set isn't needed, and might prove to be clumsy. Much better than channel-locs. :haha:
9/16" is also my largest 1/4" drive Craftsman socket. It's one of those sizes that doesn't come in the prepackaged socket sets most people buy for economy. Over the years I've added the remaining socket sizes available and have comprehensive sets in that brand for standard depth. I've only a couple of abbreviated sets in deep depth sockets.
Cashiers that can't make change. I got something that cost $11 bucks. So I give 21 bucks. Cashier, you gave me too much money, Me. Just give me 10 bucks and we'll all be happy. I have a coin thing, that you squeeze. I just hand it to cashier and say get the change out. Well at both food stores in town I did that. One store the girl dug around in it like a pet coon. Think it was for 41 cents, she found 2 quarters and gave me back 9 cents.
There was enough change in there to find 41 cents about 3 times. Same shit at other store.
Education my ass.
more pennies she can palm off on customers, less she has to count at the end of the shift. May not be as dumb as she looks ;)
Hum, could be. FWIW I've designed, and now building, on kitchen table. The navigational system for the manned flight to Mars. Yeah right.
You know how sometimes someone is described as having a bad smell under their nose?
That's me today.
I'm 99.9% sure I'm clean and fresh, and sniffed every part of myself (in private) to make sure.
But I keep getting a horrible waft of something.
Given that although I'm in a public place, other people have come and gone. Can't be them.
And I woke up smelling it - and I was nekkid then, so it's not my clothes.
It sounds like a rubbish thing to hope for, but I can only hope that the smell is up my own nose.
Because if it really is me, and I simply haven't detected it, I'm foisting this intermittent odour on everyone else in close proximity to me today.
Oh and the weather has gone from a tiny little bit of snow (good) to just wet (normal.)
BORING!
I'm fucking dreading the snow.
Some of us are softie Southerners who moved t'Naaaarth to see some real Winter and only got rain.
Trust me to chose the wrong time & place!
*chuckles*
Should have been here in 2011 ;p
You know how sometimes someone is described as having a bad smell under their nose?
That's me today.
I'm 99.9% sure I'm clean and fresh, and sniffed every part of myself (in private) to make sure.
But I keep getting a horrible waft of something.
Given that although I'm in a public place, other people have come and gone. Can't be them.
And I woke up smelling it - and I was nekkid then, so it's not my clothes.
It sounds like a rubbish thing to hope for, but I can only hope that the smell is up my own nose.
Because if it really is me, and I simply haven't detected it, I'm foisting this intermittent odour on everyone else in close proximity to me today.
Oh and the weather has gone from a tiny little bit of snow (good) to just wet (normal.)
BORING!
Sundae, I've bouts with persistent sinus infections that I could sometimes actually smell. The smell was rotten and real, also literally in my head. Twil has on occasion said that she could smell it too. That was in very close proximity. I hope you don't have the kind of sinus infection I had, it was misery.
I want gas candle lighters that aren't flipping childproof. Can't find any anywhere. My youngest child is 14, my oldest is 18 -no toddlers are likely to be around here for a while. Why can't I make that choice to live dangerously and risk the cats getting a hold of them and setting the house on fire?
Because even if you make that choice, and sign with two witnesses, if there's a fire you can sue the shit out of them.
Butane torch. Often sold as a kitchen accessory for creme brulees. Way better than those stupid fire sticks.
A little overkill and over budget for my purposes, but thanks
I bought a kitchen torch for the Evil Ex.
It was that or a nail gun.
Both useful, both hoping he'd hurt himself badly. Presents as weapons - what a very stable relationship we had...
I can't suggest anything Monster, as here we have a simple on/ off switch and then the same sort of click as a lighter. And the switch is either on OR off, it doesn't reset.
Can't even offer to send one (or suggest you get MIL to bring one) as I'm sure it's illegal to transport flammable fuel.
Any camping websites which may be of use? Surely if you can buy guns & knives, you can buy lighters? And yes - I get the difference between a gas candle lighter and a [standard cigarette] lighter. Not a dig, just seems odd on the part of both our countries. Can you get the long candle matches btw? I know that's not what you're looking for, but they do work well.
Anyway I came here to moan about Leeds Central Library's Festival of Noise.
The young man two seats down with the deaf-plugs in his eras. Or at least I hope he goes deaf soon, listening to his music at that volume.
The 30-something man next to me who is making sure no bodily fluid is wasted by snorting up his own mucus. And there are public toilets on site, so even if he came out without tissues he could still go and have a good blow.
And the older lady who obvs has mental health issues - no not me.
She can't help that, but can't someone just ask her to keep it down? She's shaking the plaster off the walls.
And finally the foreign chap behind me talking to the computer.
No, really.
It's not voice activated, he's only logged on in a normal way - no mike or anything.
This is a bloody library!
Shut up shut up shut up.
Okay I admit I spent most of the night on the toilet least night, so I'm tired, sore and grumpy. Also don't even dare to pass a little bit of sneaky wind. And I have a Drs appointment later, which I'm not looking forward to. And I'm considerately trying not to cough.
Okay - it's all me.
They could still all do with shutting up though.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B005FN0ZCK/ref=cm_sw_r_em_awd_oCoNwbH64RAXC
and oversized. :D
I want something cheap and small and I need several.
I'm just whinging. I'll find some. I had perfect ones from a dollar store but it was an indie and shut down (probably 'cause it actually sold decent stuff)
I did actually finally find some on ebay last night that were reasonable, but mail order have to ship empty so then I have to go through the hassle of buying gas and filling the stupid things
Holy run on whatever the hell that says
English professors call that "whining format", not to be confused with "Walter White" format which is similar but much faster and less nasal, more monotone.
Not today, but last night.
It was bedtime on a cold, dark, and windy night. I walked around the house, checking that all the doors were locked, and turning off the lights. Once it was dark downstairs, I could see easily out the window of our front door that the front door of the house across the street was wide open and the interior light was on. Seemed slightly strange to me, because it was so cold out. We open and immediately close ours when it's this cold. So I watched for a few seconds and the door stayed wide open, with nobody around. It was the night to take garbage cans out, and I thought the neighbor was taking the trash to the curb and left the door wide open. I wouldn't do that, but whatever.
So I stood there watching, and growing more concerned with each passing moment that this door across the street was wide open. After a few minutes went by, I imagined that the homeowner had gone outside just for a moment and slipped on a patch of ice and was lying unconscious in their dark driveway. So I stepped outside into the cold, without putting a jacket on, and peered over at their driveway. Nobody that I could see, but it was dark.
These neighbors are relatively new, and they really keep to themselves. We don't know them at all. I wouldn't even recognize them if I passed them on the street. So I didn't feel like walking up to their open door and calling in to their house. Might get shot.
So I went back inside and went up to the bedroom and looked out that window while I waited for my wife to get out of the bathroom. No movement at all over there, and the door was still WIDE OPEN. it had been about 10 minutes at this point. So my wife came into the bedroom and I pointed out the open door, and I went to go do my thing in the bathroom. Five minutes later, the door is STILL open. I grab a flashlight and walk outside and shine it across the street into their driveway and around their front yard. There was nobody unconscious and bleeding in the driveway. Nothing obviously wrong, so I went back inside.
It had been at least 20 minutes now. Very unusual. So my wife called the non-emergency number for the police. Let them check the stranger's house. I felt a little stupid calling the police over this instead of going over to the house myself, but it was late at night and I had no idea how I would be received by strangers as I approached their inner sanctum. Any normal person would feel threatened in their shoes, and maybe it would go badly. The police took all the information, including our information, and then I figured I had to stay up now and leave my shoes and clothes on, so I could talk to the cop who would be coming by.
Then there was a little movement inside the house and the stranger closed the door! Fuckers. At least 25 minutes leaving their front door wide open on the coldest day of the year. My wife called the cops back, and the lady said she would put a note in, but that the police might still show up.
So we waited around for another half hour before turning off all the lights and going to bed. Cops never came.
I wish we knew those neighbors. Could have just called them.
Go introduce yourselves in daylight soon :)
We had a shitty front door latch on our old house. It would look closed, but wasn't really, and a moderate gust of wind would blow it wide open. If we didn't happen to be in the living room, it would be awhile before the temperature in the house at large alerted us.
That, or the house across from you is haunted.
I found lighters in the dollar store! they finally restocked with non childproof ones! YAY! A good rant works wonders sometimes.
Now I'm apprehensive because the cat is sat on the back of my chair purring and occasionally licking my hair a bit. As he does. but he's also making some weird pre-barf kind of noises.
I've had the same experience with my front door described by Clodfobble.
My front door swings open if not locked.
"We're not telepathic..."
Thanks for saying that. Because I really thought you were. I honestly, genuinely thought that you would anticipate my every need and want and then provide it for me although that's not telepathy as I understand it.
When I walk away from here I will tell everyone I know, in case they are labouring under the same delusion.
What's that?
Oh what you really mean is you're being paid to hear people whine, but I'm not being paid to whine and that somehow makes you better than me?
Oh right. Sorry.
When I walk away from here I will tell everyone I know, in case they are labouring under the same delusion.
FTR - for once this isn't about me. I'm just sitting too close to the One Stop part of the library, where people come to cringe and touch their caps because of problems with their benefits. And they get the same pat reply, whether they are in fact irresponsible, confused, obviously ill, stupid or the system is actually in error.
That and Computer Says No.
Off to the park.
At least the flying rats only poop on you.
Yesterday afternoon, while I was out for a short while, Dad answered a phone call from a neighbour who was asking for me.
I wasn't in a hurry to get back to him because it usually means he's buggad up his computer and wants me to sort it out for him.
I eventually called him and listened to a tale of woe. In all honesty, it's very difficult to get a coherent description out of him as to what the problem is and how he got there.
I managed to distill enough from the explanation to fear that he'd somehow contrived to wipe the entire drive but I refrained from saying anything.
When I went to collect the laptop, I asked exactly what he'd been doing immediately prior to the thing giving up. 'Installing
Remix OS' says he.
I assumed that he'd wanted to install it alongside Windows but somehow managed to obliterate it instead.
I attempted to restore Windows but the machine just said that the hidden partition was missing so 'no can do'.
It's an Asus laptop and it's possible to obtain a recovery disc from the company. I don't know how much it will cost but the neighbour knows that all is not lost.
He's getting on in years, so in a way it's good that he still has a sense of scientific inquiry, but there's a fine line between experimenting and meddling.
He hasn't yet learned to recognise it.
You're a good guy, Carruthers
You're a good guy, Carruthers
That's very kind of you to say so, glatt!
I'm taking the laptop back in an hour or so, by which time I'm hoping that my neighbour will have decided what he wants to do next.
If he decides to buy a recovery disc, I just hope that there's nothing lurking in the electronic undergrowth which will cause further problems. :eek:
glatt is not only kind, he's accurate. Just because you're grumbling and maybe a little cursing, out of anyone's earshot, does not negate your actions. We all piss and moan at these tasks even, or maybe especially, when it's for ourselves. That's why so many people buy new units when they've screwed things up, if they have the resources... or credit.
You can't help it, even if you don't always feel it on the inside, your actions will invariably be those of a good egg.
I can't decide whether this is irritating or amusing me. So I'll decide by vote.
The setup is, my financial institution sent out a survey specifically for their female clients, either to suss out potential sexism among their (99.9% male) financial advisors, and/or to use sexism to their advantage if it turns out their female clients do statistically want something different than their average male clients.
It was a fine survey overall, but right at the end came this question, which like I said, makes me laugh but also makes me mad that they think this is a legitimate question.
If you had to choose a particular "type" in a financial advisor, which would you most prefer?
A.) Jillian Michaels - because I need a tough coach to spur me to action
B.) Obi-Wan Kenobi in Star Wars - because I need a father figure to train and encourage my progress
C.) John Keating in Dead Poets Society - because I'm looking for inspiration
D.) Kris Jenner - because I need a "momager" to make things happen
E.) Mrs. Doubtfire in Mrs. Doubtfire - because I prefer a motherly approach
I mean...
what?
And for another thing, did it really help narrow it down at all to describe her as "Mrs. Doubtfire in Mrs. Doubtfire?"
or
F. Just a professional and courteous financial expert to give me financial advice when I need it...
or
F. Just a professional and courteous financial expert to give me financial advice when I need it...
Well, now you're just being silly.
:p:
Total sexist pandering bullshit.
If you give it/them the time of day on this issue, you're being over-generous.
If the rest of the survey was ok, and this was the last question, it might have been an attempt at humor... or flushing out batshit crazies to recruit for ISIS.;)
or
F. Just a professional and courteous financial expert to give me financial advice when I need it...
or
G. Just a professional and courteous financial expert to give me financial advice when I need it, and who is paid a straightforward salary and not a huge commission in order to sign me up and rip me off.
The books I added to my Amazon order to get free shipping with Clodfobble's book have arrived, but her book has not, even though these were shipped on the release date. Fuethermore, the Scrabble Dictionary is damaged >:(
I'm run down per my clock change tradition, I can sleep in tomorrow must not get legit sick.
Frigging bats.
I guess the fireworks made one crazy inside its head and it decided to come inside and visit. Thankfully it wasn't swooping around. I heard a thunk and clatter clatter and knew that saint nick wasn't popping by for a cold one so I get up to see what kind of fucking critter has invaded.
I head down the hallway towards the sound, clunk, clatter clatter and don't see anything... except that's not a sock, WTF is that?
Frigging bat ran aground; "help me I've fallen and I can't get up!"
I go to the kitchen and get a big glass and my student loan bill and scoop it up, spider style, and toss it outside into the air with a little English on it, hoping the toss might jump start it. Otherwise one of the neighborhood's 10,000 cats will find it.
And as I toss the frigging thing I somehow manage to pull a muscle in my forearm.
Frigging bats.
does that mean you'll be batting left handed for a while?
I hope for your sake you're a switch hitter.
No good deed goes unpunished
Serves you right for throwing away perfectly good food. :p:
does that mean you'll be batting left handed for a while?
Oh the humanity...
I hope for your sake you're a switch hitter.
I'm a utility player.
No good deed goes unpunished
My thoughts, exactly, at the moment.
Serves you right for throwing away perfectly good food. :p:
In fairness, I was feeding the local cat and skunk population. I need to stay on their good sides.
Always stay on the skunk's good end--er, side.
I often say that I am not surprised by the stupidity of people, however, sometimes, I am a little surprised.
Remember when the sinkhole opened up underneath The Nat'l Corvette Museum in Bowling Green, KY? Well, after some discussion of leaving the hole and putting a clear floor over it, and, ultimately deciding to repair the hole, and finally deciding to display some of the Vettes, unrepaired, instead of restoring them all, I was gobsmacked.
I remember reading that they were considering selling jars of sinkhole dirt. I thought it was a joke.
As of the end of July, the Nat'l Corvette Museum has sold almost 2400 jars of sinkhole dirt and rocks. For $10 a pop.
It's dirt. In a jar.
Damn, people are stupid.
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Don't you hate it when you know what the outcome of a certain situation will be, but you have to let the other person realize that for themselves, because teenagers are dicks who won't listen to anyone? So you have to dutifully support them in their stupid dreams about getting hired somewhere they are in no way qualified for, until finally they've run out the clock and accept their food-service fate?
Yeah, me too.
It's called life which is another word for discovery. The best you can do is intercede when they say hold my beer and watch this.
So you have to dutifully support them in their stupid dreams about getting hired somewhere they are in no way qualified for
But it's not fair, because all youth are told that the secret to life is just forging ahead with your dream; never give up on your dream;
...without the additional understanding all adults have, but fail to communicate, that this is a feel-good sentiment, not advice on how to live out a life;
...and when their dreams fail to come about, as they have for 99.99% of us, we will be there, with additional feel-good sentiments to ease the pain;
...and a lot of them will be about how important it was that you tried your dream.
Sorry, "dream" was ambiguous. This isn't like a hopes-and-dreams thing, more of an asleep thing. Her dream is basically "I'm too good to work food service. I'm pretty sure something else will be handed to me with zero effort." But with every passing day, another sliver of ego falls by the wayside. We're down to grocery stores now, which she initially poo-pooed, and still they aren't calling her back. We'll be at food service in another two weeks, I imagine.
Typically no one is ever going to call... they wait for the person to call them again.
Its the first sign of "I actually want a job"
So you have to dutifully support them in their stupid dreams about getting hired somewhere they are in no way qualified for, until finally they've run out the clock and accept their food-service fate?
Third interview blown today, this time at a Target. We might be getting closer.
Yep. Still unlicensed as well, but making progress on that front. The military is always an option.
hmm that really is a sad state of affairs. Bagging at a grocery store is another option, I guess
has said teen looked on craigslist for summer jobs?
Bagging at a grocery store is another option, I guess
She's applied for several, none of them are interested so far. She looks halfway decent on paper, if inexperienced, hence the interviews at places that are genuinely looking to hire someone... but then the interview itself is, well, what a conversation with her is like. And they quickly change their minds.
has said teen looked on craigslist for summer jobs?
Oh yes. All the online everything, except things like physical labor. She really presents terribly in person, the social anxiety just takes over and she becomes a zombie.
she should move here. we'll hire anyone with a pulse to bag
Yeah, I'm still hoping. There are a ton of grocery stores with a ton of turnover, so really she'll never exhaust all of them, she can just reapply every few weeks or so.
Texas is short on nurses and nursing assistants. She might be able to find a free, possibly paid (training wage), 4 week CNA course in exchange for working for the sponsoring health care organization for a period of time, probably a year, at full wages. She'd have to pay the course fee if she quits earlier though. You can search for info starting with places like
this.
If she couldn't handle that amount of physical labor, she probably wouldn't make it through basic training in the military.
I've been working on a job building custom windows. My shop and all, literally all, my tools were either broken, dead, rusty or otherwise in need of rehabilitation. Spent the better part of a month repairing and rebuilding and dialing-in the shop and tools.
Got to work on cutting the parts. No problems so far, knock wood. I needed to make a spacer for my dado set so I planed a piece of wood to the desired thickness and I put a new blade on the band saw to cut the circle, I set the tracking and tension and the new blade was fantastic. I needed to re-adjust the guide block and as I was tightening it the screw didn't snug up; the %@#%& casting split at the screw hole.
No biggie, $6.00 part except... except... no one has this discontinued POS in stock.
Fuckers.
I'm going to see if I can silver solder whatever shitty pot metal they used.
0/10 Would not break this part again.
You could probably
make one of these with shit you already have in your shop. Gotta be some way to mount it to you POS guide bar.
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Texas is short on nurses and nursing assistants. She might be able to find a free, possibly paid (training wage), 4 week CNA course in exchange for working for the sponsoring health care organization for a period of time, probably a year, at full wages. She'd have to pay the course fee if she quits earlier though. You can search for info starting with places like this.
If she couldn't handle that amount of physical labor, she probably wouldn't make it through basic training in the military.
That's an interesting idea--she's extremely anti-college right now, which accurately reflects her ability to complete coursework so that's actually fine, but a short training course might be something she'd go for, 6-12 months from now.
I honestly didn't think it was really possible to fail basic training, I thought they just made you go through it again and again until you were in shape.
But as usual, it looks like my judgmental griping was unwarranted and premature. Her second interviewer emailed back today with a background check consent form, so things may be more likely on that one than she first thought.
She could be an uber driver..... :lol:
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I don't think it will come to that yet, but I've been thinking about something like that. There are a few after market set ups that range from $60 to $200, but for now, it works acceptably. It holds the cool block in place and with the saw adjusted properly there is very little lateral force on the block. (True love and tenderness still unaccounted for.)
The silver solder didn't work. I have no idea what that metal is but the solder just beaded up on the surface like water on teflon.
Back burner for now.
The silver solder didn't work. I have no idea what that metal is but the solder just beaded up on the surface like water on teflon.
J-B Weld, maybe?
Work that in real good and then file/machine the surface back down?
I don't think it will come to that yet, but I've been thinking about something like that. There are a few after market set ups that range from $60 to $200, but for now, it works acceptably. It holds the cool block in place and with the saw adjusted properly there is very little lateral force on the block. (True love and tenderness still unaccounted for.)
The silver solder didn't work. I have no idea what that metal is but the solder just beaded up on the surface like water on teflon.
Back burner for now.
What the flux?!
Oatey 94 Tinning flux.
I will try again today, and pay more attention to cleaning the joint before hand. I gave it a good spray with electrical contact cleaner, but today I'll soak in in lacquer thinner.
Plain Zinc Chloride is what the solder came with, but I'm out. Not sure if I can pick that up locally.
We are supposed to have Google Fiber available at our new house. And it will be...in January, apparently.
So I called AT&T to move U-Verse over to the new house...we're not in their service area anymore.
Which left us with Time Warner Cable or Consolidated...would you like a kick in the shin or a punch in the mouth?
I opted for the kick in the shin...c'mon Google Fiber!
So much drama at the fencing club. I'm pretty sure our coach is battling depression. So he's quit. I'm trying to organize a co-op so we'll see how it goes. People were very receptive anyway, but I'm sure we'll have to look at raising our rates.
Was the coach a volunteer? It's amazing how fast a position like that turns into a headache, and then a huge strain, even for someone who truly loved the job in the beginning. Volunteers get taken for granted so quickly. I quit a volunteer position recently because the fuckers were demanding unfair things of me left and right--and so far not one person has asked the same thing of the new lady yet. (Not saying you were demanding anything of him personally, Griff, you're the champion who's taken the helm. I'm just guessing that quitting might do a whole lot to alleviate his depression.)
I'm just guessing that quitting might do a whole lot to alleviate his depression.)
It hasn't worked for me so far...
My front door swings open if not locked.
Said the actress to the bishop.
"Unchain my heart..."
Ooh! Joe Cocker!
Went bed at two a.m., woke up at 5:30 a.m., with eyes sprung wide open.
It's gonna be a long day, Tater.[/RonWhite]
Anyone have access (likely through a University library) to The Independent Digital Archive 1986-2012? There's a rumored article from a 1987 or 1988 issue of the UK Independent that I really want to see, but it's only available to institutions of higher learning. PM me por favor.
Some public libraries here subscribe to it. Even if yours doesn't, you may be able to access it through the interlibrary network using just your local library credentials. Worth a try if an easier access route doesn't come through for you.
Dana may have connections?
If her university library access wasn't deleted after she graduated.
It may have been, but she has friends there that might help. Or hire a hacker. :blush:
Unfortunately, The Independent Digital Archive 1986-2012 is a subscription service for libraries private and public. Even if someone in the UK is a member of a university; or, public library there, they might only be able to access that particular archive from within their country. It may not help to give Clod access to their account from outside. It could be the same if she became a foreign member of a subscribed library there which is easy enough to do.
Clod may have to find someone with access to a subscribed library stateside who would let her use their account or else describe what she's looking for and have someone else do the legwork to search, find, copy and send it to her from wherever. That's why I suggested the US interlibrary network approach. Of course, I'm just guessing about all this. I see nothing, I was not here, I did not even get up this morning. [/Sgt. Schultz].
I see what you're saying, but all she wants is a copy of one article, which should be easier than access to the library.
The article, if it exists, is on a very specific topic with extremely searchable terms. Wouldn't take any digging to find it. I admit I was hoping for a "you look it up and email the digital version to me, I send you piles of cookies in the mail" kind of arrangement. I am looking into my public library, but we have had trouble in the past because we live in this weird unincorporated section of town that doesn't pay the right taxes for library use.
I'll ask the Jeebster and beyond
She says no, sorry :/ will keep asking around. is it a nutritional article?
I know the chief nutrition person at the U of M childrens hospital
Nah, it was a current events thing about a legal battle between Germany and an American company. I've exhausted American sources, and German references are hard to find because they're all in German and pre-internet to boot. But I have it on relatively good authority that it made the front page of the Independent, sometime during the case.
Since I was a kid, I have struggled with feelings of being "left out" and "forgotten about." I put these in quotes, because, to be honest, I'm not sure how much of it is rooted in reality. It certainly happened as a kid, but as an adult, it's hard for me to judge how much it happens. I suspect that, because it happened as a kid, I'm hyper-sensitive to it now...so any appearance of it happening unnerves me. I attempt to be subtle in how I address it as well...though sometimes, I'm as subtle as a bull in a china shop.
I dunno...I tend to "feel" things far more than many people. The littlest things (both happy and sad) tend to bring heightened responses to me upon recollection.
I just took a Myers-Briggs test...I've heard they're considered garbage now, but I don't care. I tend to be INFP or INFJ. Today's result: on the borderline of all 4 fields...fucking kidding me?!
Driving home this morning from the weekly grocery shop, I could see blue flashing lights on a vehicle about a quarter of a mile behind me and travelling in the same direction.
I was approaching a roundabout and worked out that the best place to move over would be the other side of the roundabout and before two lanes merged into one.
The plan worked well and several vehicles behind and one in front did likewise.
The emergency vehicle came into sight and had a clear path until... UNTIL...an Audi pulled out from the line behind me straight into the path of what turned out to be an ambulance first response car!
The Audi driver floored it and shot off down the road at about 60mph in a 30 limit.
Two possibilities occur to me. Was he so unobservant that he was completely unaware of the blue lights so just pulled out when he saw the opportunity to get past the slowing vehicles in front, or did he deliberately take advantage of the situation on a sod everybody else basis?
In rather blunt terms was he stupid or just a complete arse?
It didn't end there. A couple of minutes later, approaching another roundabout, a full size ambulance (flashing blues), travelling in the same direction as the first vehicle, came into view and everyone moved into the left lane to let it past.
Guess what happened next? Exactly. Another vehicle moved out of the slowing line of traffic to position itself for a right turn and obstructed the ambulance!
Eventually light dawned and the errant driver pulled over.
I'm fortunate in not having to drive much these days, which is just as well as it means I don't encounter the stupid and/or aggressive too often.
I do not profess to Papal infallibility, I'm only human and I make mistakes as well but some of the things you see on the road are enough to make your hair curl.
Rant mode disengaged.
Well, give them the benefit of the doubt, and assume brainfarts.
"Oooh, look everyone's moved over just for meee. That's nice, innit?"
:p:
Well, give them the benefit of the doubt, and assume brainfarts.
"Oooh, look everyone's moved over just for meee. That's nice, innit?"
:p:
Very charitable, sir! ;)
Most people are not deliberately malicious. At least not most of the time. It's more like lack of thinking.
Not to mention a lack of attention to what's going on all around. Like, you know, what's in your rear view mirror.
Which is why it's a fucking miracle more people don't die in fiery auto crashes every day.
Already on monday:
Since I changed jobs in June to look after wife and kid, I also went to get some sports classes : yoga and indoor spinning
I started in September, and with a 1h-jogging session every 1-2 weeks I dropped 3kg and feel much better.
Yoga is great, 1,5h on Monday evening. Lots of stretching, dynamic exercices and just a little bit meditation and not too much of esoterics. The Yogi was a end 50'ish man, rather strict (a little bit like a good instructor from the army). This went well until monday.
I got a flyer at the reception telling me that the yogi was not coming anymore and that there would be a replacement. Decision coming from the management. The receptionist couldn't tell more. This is quite upsetting as none of the regulars have been asked if we were satisfied or not.
The replacement was kind of ok, but too much talking and music and chanting (which I will not certainly not do)... I wouldn't say that yoga is just a form of gymnastics for me but I'm more into the effort for body and mind than the spiritual thing.
The replacement told us that she had been asked on Friday to take over the classes, so i'm "mildly" irritated that the management was not able to inform us earlier than monday evening about their decision.
Already on monday:
Since I changed jobs in June to look after wife and kid, I also went to get some sports classes : yoga and indoor spinning
I started in September, and with a 1h-jogging session every 1-2 weeks I dropped 3kg and feel much better.
Yoga is great, 1,5h on Monday evening. Lots of stretching, dynamic exercices and just a little bit meditation and not too much of esoterics. The Yogi was a end 50'ish man, rather strict (a little bit like a good instructor from the army). This went well until monday.
I got a flyer at the reception telling me that the yogi was not coming anymore and that there would be a replacement. Decision coming from the management. The receptionist couldn't tell more. This is quite upsetting as none of the regulars have been asked if we were satisfied or not.
The replacement was kind of ok, but too much talking and music and chanting (which I will not certainly not do)... I wouldn't say that yoga is just a form of gymnastics for me but I'm more into the effort for body and mind than the spiritual thing.
The replacement told us that she had been asked on Friday to take over the classes, so i'm "mildly" irritated that the management was not able to inform us earlier than monday evening about their decision.
Didn't get better yesterday. Now I know about the full moon and the impact on my stomach and we chanted (well they did) for peace and love...
I guess I have to find something else to do on Monday evenings
Pi, have you tried laughing out loud when the chanting starts?
If you're gonna quit, might as well get thrown out, I always say.:D
Yoga joints are everywhere over here, ranging from super groovy to secular corporate in style. I went to one for a while that was devoid of mystical spiritual BS and the most I had to suffer through was a Namaste with a little bow at the the end.
Maybe keep looking?
Libillies (the hillbillies who hang around the public library talking loudly, playing games on their phones loudly, and generally being rude and annoying...they're not reading or anything like that, they're just out in public with their LOOK AT ME mentality because they don't even know they elicit feelings of disgust and pity.) Isn't there a farm or a circus or a tattoo parlor somewhere where they could hang out?
Yes, it's very ungenerous of me. :right:
Libillies (the hillbillies who hang around the public library talking loudly, playing games on their phones loudly, and generally being rude and annoying...they're not reading or anything like that, they're just out in public with their LOOK AT ME mentality because they don't even know they elicit feelings of disgust and pity.) Isn't there a farm or a circus or a tattoo parlor somewhere where they could hang out?
Yes, it's very ungenerous of me. :right:
Yeah but, I totally understand. I'm in Hicksville middle Hoosierland, doncha know.
Yeah but, I totally understand. I'm in Hicksville middle Hoosierland, doncha know.
:p:
At least it's not Ohio!
Glitter in the mouse pad.
Fuck.
Hoosierland - pfff.
Buckeyesville - please.
Kentucky - Bastion of Modern Culture
:devil:
I found these neat little vases on the net.
They're 3-D printed, 10cm high, several colors, gloss and flat black, recommended for dry arrangements or stand alone, $85 each.
Then way down at the bottom, in the small print, it says all photographs are of the original ceramic pieces. :(
Some of the 3-D printed stuff I've seen is rather rough surfaced. These may not be but show me a goddamn picture of what you're selling.
If you're selling Delicious, don't show me a picture of a Granny Smith.
I (apparently) have a head cold.
Shit.
I can't complain, I guess. Momdigr's been nursing one for a week, I guess it was inevitable. Popdigr has it, too, I think. It's not too bad, really. I'm kinda thick-headed (shut yer mouth), but, no runny nose, or sinus headaches (yet). Just that weird one-side-of-my-head-is-one-pressure-the-other-side-is-another-type things, and I can't hear like I could yesterday.
Shit.
Now, who can I give this to?
Kill it with alcohol. :drool:
The little baby microwave oven at work, suitable for warming a small dish of leftovers, or a cup of coffee, etc. It's not very sophisticated, but it has a digital display and a rotating glass plate inside. That's the part that I find irritating. The programming on the damn thing is all one button and go. 1 for one minute, 2 for two minutes, etc. The thing is at low counter height so I have to lower my forearm a few inches to put the coffee mug in. Close the door and press 2 (or 1) same shit happens. It starts up, irradiating my coffee while rotating the turntable. Without exception, when I put the mug in using my right hand, the handle is at the OPTIMAL location (about 4 o'clock), at then end of the cooking cycle, it's way the fuck over at 11 or 12 or 9 or something. I have to manually scoot the turntable around, DJ scratch style to wind the handle back to me in the only place I can reach.
Why did you decide that an integer number of minutes translates to a fractional number of rotations Mr Engineer? Now, if the microwave oven itself was installed a foot higher, I could have a greater range of motion for my retrieving hand, but no. I find it irritating Every. Damn. Day.
Kill it with alcohol. :drool:
It won't die.
I just got an email from Billy saying he got my Christmas card. :( I mailed it the first week in December and it cost me close to $5. Talk about a slow boat to China, when he was in Europe it took days.
The little baby microwave oven at work, suitable for warming a small dish of leftovers, or a cup of coffee, etc. It's not very sophisticated, but it has a digital display and a rotating glass plate inside. That's the part that I find irritating. The programming on the damn thing is all one button and go. 1 for one minute, 2 for two minutes, etc. The thing is at low counter height so I have to lower my forearm a few inches to put the coffee mug in. Close the door and press 2 (or 1) same shit happens. It starts up, irradiating my coffee while rotating the turntable. Without exception, when I put the mug in using my right hand, the handle is at the OPTIMAL location (about 4 o'clock), at then end of the cooking cycle, it's way the fuck over at 11 or 12 or 9 or something. I have to manually scoot the turntable around, DJ scratch style to wind the handle back to me in the only place I can reach.
Why did you decide that an integer number of minutes translates to a fractional number of rotations Mr Engineer? Now, if the microwave oven itself was installed a foot higher, I could have a greater range of motion for my retrieving hand, but no. I find it irritating Every. Damn. Day.
Because if you are not a little annoyed you will not upgrade to the more expensive one when it blows up one week after the warranty expires. And if you are a lot annoyed, you will change brand.
Have you considered stopping it a few seconds earlier?
More accurately it's what irritated me yesterday.
I did the usual grocery shopping and, when waiting at the checkout, saw that the lady behind me only had three small items, probably for her lunch at work.
As I had a trolley load of stuff I asked if she would like to go in front of me.
She accepted and, in fairness, offered profuse thanks. They were scanned in seconds and then... and then... the fun started.
A lot of ferreting about in her purse for the number of coins required produced nothing.
Then the same exercise with folding money was similarly fruitless, so there was nothing for it but to pay by card and a search for one that she could use eventually succeeded.
However it didn't end there because a money off coupon had to be located before matters could be successfully concluded.
Tolstoy could have written one of his longer chapters in the time all this took.
I know the lady on the checkout quite well and 'knowing glances' were exchanged during this saga.
I never quite understood the phrase 'no good deed ever goes unpunished'. I do now.:headshake
Your generosity with your time caught her by surprise and discombobulated her. By the time your trolley load of stuff had been processed, she would have been ready for the cashier. It was all your doing. [/devil's advocate]
Your generosity with your time caught her by surprise and discombobulated her. By the time your trolley load of stuff had been processed, she would have been ready for the cashier. It was all your doing. [/devil's advocate]
Mea culpa! ;)
I never quite understood the phrase 'no good deed ever goes unpunished'. I do now.:headshake
Your generosity with your time caught her by surprise and discombobulated her. By the time your trolley load of stuff had been processed, she would have been ready for the cashier. It was all your doing. [/devil's advocate]
That's how it works, a good deed goes to shit and it's always your fault, hence the punishment.;)
I saw this notice...
FEB 22: Craft Beers for Pap Smears! - Camden, NJ
Wed Feb 22nd 6:00pm - 8:00pm
1 Market St #103, Camden, NJ 08102, USA
I was all fired up to see this. :blush:
But then...
Enjoy some craft beers at the Victor's Bar to help support Planned Parenthood Action Fund of New Jersey!
Tickets are just $25 per person (checks can be made payable to Planned Parenthood Action Fund of New
Jersey). Proceeds will go to help protect access to lifesaving cancer-screenings, STD testing/treatments, and birth control.
Aw crap, burst my bubble, not what I pictured. :mad:
No coffee and no internet at work, on a monday morning...
Going from mildly to heavily irriated...
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Oooo, that's brutal, inhumane, and not nice. :comfort:
Although an excellent opportunity to get some work done for your employer!
More accurately it's what irritated me yesterday.
I did the usual grocery shopping and, when waiting at the checkout, saw that the lady behind me only had three small items, probably for her lunch at work.
As I had a trolley load of stuff I asked if she would like to go in front of me.
She accepted and, in fairness, offered profuse thanks. They were scanned in seconds and then... and then... the fun started.
A lot of ferreting about in her purse for the number of coins required produced nothing.
Then the same exercise with folding money was similarly fruitless, so there was nothing for it but to pay by card and a search for one that she could use eventually succeeded.
However it didn't end there because a money off coupon had to be located before matters could be successfully concluded.
Tolstoy could have written one of his longer chapters in the time all this took.
I know the lady on the checkout quite well and 'knowing glances' were exchanged during this saga.
I never quite understood the phrase 'no good deed ever goes unpunished'. I do now.:headshake
Reminds me of this Richard Brautigan story,
I have a bank account because I grew tired of burying my money in the back yard and something else happened. I was burying some money a few years ago when I came across a human skeleton.
The skeleton had the remains of a shovel in one hand and a half-dissolved coffee can in the other hand. The coffee can was filled with a kind of rustdust material that I think was once money, so now I have a bank account.
But most of the time that doesn’t work out very well either. When I wait in line there are almost always people in front of me who have complicated banking problems. I have to stand there and endure the financial cartoon crucifixions of America.
It goes something like this: There are three people in front of me. I have a little check to cash. My banking will only take a minute. The check is already endorsed. I have it in my hand, pointed in the direction of the teller.
The person just being waited on now is a woman fifty years old. She is wearing a long black coat, though it is a hot day. She appears to be very comfortable in the coat and there is a strange smell coming from her. I think about it for a few seconds and realize that this is the first sign of a complicated banking problem.
Then she reaches into the folds of her coat and removes the shadow of a refrigerator filled with sour milk and year-old carrots. She wants to put the shadow in her savings account. She’s already made out the slip.
I look up at the ceiling of the bank and pretend that it is the Sistine Chapel.
The old woman puts up quite a struggle before she’s taken away. There’s a lot of blood on the floor. She bit an ear off one of the guards.
I guess you have to admire her spunk.
The check in my hand is for ten dollars.
The next two people in line are actually one person. They are a pair of Siamese twins, but they each have their own bank books.
One of them is putting eighty-two dollars in his savings account and the other one is closing his savings account. The teller counts out 3,574 dollars for him and he puts it away in the pocket on his side of the pants.
All of this takes time. I look up at the ceiling of the bank again but I cannot pretend that it is the Sistine Chapel any more. My check is sweaty as if it had been written in 1929.
The last person between me and the teller is totally anonymous looking. He is so anonymous that he’s barely there.
He puts 237 checks down on the counter that he wants to deposit in his checking account. They are for a total of 489,000 dollars. He also has 611 checks that he wants to deposit in his savings account. They are for a total of 1,754,961 dollars.
His checks completely cover the counter like a success snow storm. The teller starts on his banking as if she were a long distance runner while I stand there thinking that the skeleton in the back yard had made the right decision after all.
"Depositing the shadow of her refrigerator" has become shorthand for all such situations in my household.
That skeleton is looking better by comparison now, isn't he?
I'd blame the bank manager for not opening a second counter.
Although an excellent opportunity to get some work done for your employer!
Having no coffee is not helping me getting some work done!
Today is better and now I know that we had a DDOS attack against state servers yesterday morning.
Reminds me of this Richard Brautigan story,
"The person just being waited on now is a woman fifty years old...
...
The [COLOR="Red"][SIZE="5"]old[/SIZE][/COLOR] woman puts up quite a struggle..."
What the hell? I'm over here trying to think that turning 50 shortly is no real big deal. This isn't helping.
There was an article in one of the Southern California papers about a rescue in the Angeles National Forest. It referred to the rescued person as an "elderly hiker", then went on to note that the person was 52.:mad: (Finds bat, goes looking for the author........)
What the hell? I'm over here trying to think that turning 50 shortly is no real big deal. This isn't helping.
Yeah, I turn 50 in ~18 months, that didn't help me either.:neutral:
When I was about to turn 40 I figured no big deal, one day older than yesterday, nothings changed. But my ex and the guy we shared the house with were making a big deal of it, and that annoyed me. For years they insisted turning 40 was traumatic for me. Yeah, because of you bastards. :rolleyes:
Forty bothered me a little bit.
I was officially old.:thepain:
Wait till you hit 70. :eyebrow:
Heh, I'll be tickled shitless to turn 70. Not really expecting it to happen, though.
Gonna be 57 this year. I still feel like I can't decide what I want to be when I grow up.
Gonna be 57 this year. I still feel like I can't decide what I want to be when I grow up.
no fucking way!
52 and no intention of adulting.
60 and no intention of growing up.
TV commercial(s)...
Even if you have bad credit, no credit, been through bankruptcy, or a recent repossession, that’s OK. There has never been a better time for people with credit problems to get a car loan than right now. Your new car, $88 down and $88 a month.
Some ads are $49 down and $149 a month. :mad:
They're obviously predators targeting people who have already shown they either don't understand, or can't handle, credit.
Right,
"never been a better time"... or worse time, or any time. You'll pay through the nose and several other orifices.
"Your new car" Yes, new to you, but it ain't going to be ones they show in the ads, likely a piece of shit that was left over because nobody bid at the Mannheim auction. After all, somebody as irresponsible as you can't be trusted with a car worth money.
All these ads, regardless of the terms, give a phone number but no location.
I guess it wouldn't be up to Mad Men standards to say Rosie's Junkyard after midnight.
This whole business model doesn't affect me in any way I know of, and most TV ads are annoying, but for some reason these ads grate more. :eyebrow:
Starlings. Those things are irritating me today. Invasive, aggressive, screechy Sturnus vulgaris, the Eurasian Common Starling. They look exactly like what they are: nasty, greasy little flying trash bags. Around here, they eat garbage any time the dumpster lids are up, then go sift the playground sand for more garbage while crapping all over the playground. They want the fruit in the tree in front of my window, which is some kind of either crabapple or dogwood near as I can tell (Botany isn't a life science field I'm good with), but so do our native robins and cedar waxwings. So I'm chasing ever-increasing numbers out of that tree and off to other ones, hoping this will be one of the years the huge waxwing flock finds the tree and strips it in 2 days :).
At least grabbing my camera gives my loony butt a reason to be out in the wet and cold, standing under a leafless tree. And running up and down our stairs is the only exercise I get until I'm back in physical therapy or rockhounding season starts (which is like June around here depending on the elevation--some great sites aren't even accessible until mid-August).
...only to have my 'gritching' (portmanteau of 'grumbling' and 'bitching) interrupted by...
(Unladylike words here) STARLINGS. Ugh. If it starts raining I'm gonna have to bust out the ancient Canon with the hitchy lens cover--not risking the big fancy camera I know little about that my dad got me a couple Christmases ago!
no fucking way!
My thoughts exactly; you took the words out of my mouth.
Gotta admit that surprised me!
He's old.
I won't be old for another ~18 months.:D
I will be 55 in 13 days.
55...:facepalm:
Hey, do senior discounts start now?
Oh, and chemo is extremely irritating.
The first 55 won't look so bad by the time you get to the end of second 55. ;)
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55...:facepalm:
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55 is awesome. that's my beer :D (low in cals and alc so I can drink more......)
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55, oh the lusty days of my youth...
Sorry about your chemo. Hopefully it is doing its job and will be worth the crap factor.
42 more days and I'll be 60.
42 more days and I'll be 60.
I am reliably informed by those in the know, that 60 is the new 40
That would mean 50 is the new 30. If only my body would agree to that...:rolleyes:
Oh, and chemo is extremely irritating.
Yeah, I've heard that about chemo.
:comfort:
Thanks Grav, that smilie is really sweet.
Cheap IP cam doesn't like my Google Fiber wifi network at 5ghz, and the stupid phone app won't forget the 5ghz network and use the 2.4.
My ovaries. We've had a pretty antagonistic relationship my entire life. I'd have broken up with them DECADES ago but Medical Science Men don't think I know what I want for my reproductive future even now that I'm in early menopause!
It was warm enough today to shut off the boiler and replace the reduction valve and relief valve. Drained the whole system and heated up the copper pipe to pull an elbow apart so I could get the valves out. Got it all back together and refilled the system to find two leaking joints. Neither of them were mine. My five joints were water tight. It was the factory joints that I assumed would be fine. Oops. Drain it all again and do it over.
Tighten it 'til it strips, then back off a hair. ;)
Just killed the first brown recluse spider of the year.
Yep. Teflon tape did it. After I spent 45 minutes draining the system again and getting it apart.
Heh heh, the fix is always the easy part.
Just killed the first brown recluse spider of the year.
If you don't like spiders, esteemed Mr G, should you really be on the web?
Groan :facepalm:
By the way, an estimated 27.5 million tons of spiders worldwide, eat 441 to 881 million tons of animal prey every year. Stick out your can, here come the garbage man.
Humans and whales each eat 400 million tons.
If you don't like spiders, esteemed Mr G, should you really be on the web?
Once he got here, he was hopelessly entangled.
Dem danged ol' Tarheels...
Apparently the child tax credit was reduced in 2016, so we owed $1k more in taxes this year.
This one is irritation by proxy, an ongoing saga that's happening to my mother...
So my grandmother died about 7 years ago, and my mom has been managing the paperwork of my awful, inept step-grandfather ever since. (They were together for 30-plus years, but NO ONE ever liked him or considered him really a part of the family--he called my grandmother "lover" and is a supposedly-professional poet who has never been paid for his poetry but also never had any other job. Dude's a loser.) Why my mother feels the need to care for people just because no one else will is a whole separate issue. Bottom line, he's massively in debt, largely because he keeps getting suckered into old-person scams, all of which have to do with either tantric sex or stock-trading tips. For real.
ANYWAY. He'd gotten it into his head that he could do this weird home-equity-refinance-not-quite-a-reverse-mortgage-but-effectively-the-same deal that some advertiser sold him on. My mom's in favor of it because it gives him money for longer than he'll live, and nobody wants his trash condo, they can just repossess it when he dies and everyone's happy.
They'd gotten all the way to closing, then when they sent the final paperwork, my mom noticed that my grandmother's name is all over everything, about how she has to sign here and there to relinquish "her half" of the condo in this process.
She calls and tells them, "No, no, she's dead. It's all his."
Well, come to find out that's not the case. You see, she died without a will, meaning it didn't go to him, by default it got split evenly between her husband, and her children outside of the marriage, of which there are four. So my mother and her three brothers all own 1/8th of this stupid condo.
First, they have to issue a new title in the name of all five of them. Then they have to officially sign paperwork deeding their part to him. Then they have to issue a new title in his name. Then he can do this deal.
One sibling lives in California. The other is in Vietnam. All sibling signatures have to be wet, meaning actually signed and mailed. Oh, and the one in Vietnam is going to have to go to the American Embassy to find an American notary to make his pages official, at a cost of $100 per page. Twice. And they can't just say "fuck it," because if he dies, his half goes to some random fucking cousin of his in West Virginia, who may or may not still be alive at all, and if they decide to, say, open a meth lab in the place, my mom and uncles are potentially liable.
Don't die without a will, people. Even if you have no kids, no spouse--just get yourself a boilerplate will online, and name a charity as the recipient of everything. But don't die without a will. It's such a huge fucking hassle.
So my mother and her three brothers all own 1/8th of this stupid condo.
I don't understand how someone could be unaware they (even collectively) own a condo.
She died with no will, they just assumed everything went to her husband.
And it would have, if he was their father--it goes down the chain. But he's not, and kids from a prior marriage are apparently on equal footing with a current spouse. Which also means if Mr. Clod died, for example, our house would by default belong half to my stepkids, not entirely to me. But he has a will.
"Condo" also implies something much nicer than it is. People get shot in this neighborhood on a regular basis, and it is currently such a hoarder-nightmare that my mother won't enter the premises anymore, he has to meet her outside if he wants her help.
Which also means if Mr. Clod died, for example, our house would by default belong half to my stepkids, not entirely to me. But he has a will.
Did you tell to make a damn will or you'd kill him? Oh, wait, that doesn't work, does it. :lol:
Did you tell to make a damn will or you'd kill him?
I bet she threatened him with no more of that over-strong Texas stuff she's got...:evil2:
Women be tricksy, they just say...
♫ Baby, oh baby
♪ My sweet baby, you're the one.
Sounds like a RT flight from Vietnam would be cheaper than $100 a page x 2 notarizing.
As it is, he has to come back once a year to renew his prescriptions, so they're just going to wait until then. Probably the summer.
I was issued a new iPhone SE 128 GB by work. Yay! A fringe benefit they haven't taken away yet.
Yesterday, I backed up my old phone on iTunes on my work desktop. I specifically chose not to back up the health data that may reside in that old phone because there were several warnings that if I did that, the files would be encrypted and I would need to create a password. The warnings even said that I should write the password down because the data could not be retrieved without it.
So I chose to save without the health data, and wasn't prompted to create a password.
I turned the old phone in to IT and brought the new phone back to my desktop. Open iTunes and select the option to restore the backup I just created.
And the fucking thing asked me for my password. I did not set a password.
So I put in my old phone passcode. Then tried my apple ID. Then tried my old apple ID.
Then I researched the issue,
and found that tons of others have had the same problem. They were only successful when they started randomly putting in passwords they used to use for all their accounts in the olden days. Apple is somehow requiring an old password. So I'm racking my brain entering every variation of old passwords I used to have. Nothing works.
I called the IT person, and she's going to not erase my old phone yet. So I'll try to get that back from her and see if I can do this again through iCloud or by encrypting the files in iTunes and actually creating a new password for this stuff.
Apple is supposed to be better than this. It should be easy. WTF?
I literally don't have time for this.
Joined the parents' facebook group for Hector's Uni ....never seen so many helicopter parents in my entire life! And the high school is full of them.
One: My son got a "p" in his senior project, what does it mean?
1) None of your damn business, he's 22 years old!
2) Take a wild freaking guess......
3) sweet baby cheesewhizzz, did you adopt him?
......and at least 4 people replied "pass". So far. Because they had to be the ones to answer, they knew the answer, no need to waste time reading other people's answers.... or something?
Apple is supposed to be better than this.
Or not.
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Yeah, that's a great bit. Burr has his moments.
'eatin some pretentious fruit like a pear'
lol
'eatin some pretentious fruit like a pear'
lol
The Doctor warns against eating pears.
I thought it was pretty funny. The Apple guy eating a pear.
What's funny about that?
The Doctor warns against eating pears.
Ohmigod, he really does.
Who do? What Doctor? I don't believe it. :headshake
Yes.
"Doctor? Doctor what?"
The new companion is shaping up OK
OK, where's the "what might drive you totally batfuckingshit Insane but there's a small chance it might be useful so you can't totally deep 666 it?" thread?
Unleash them, they are adults now........
OK, I know this isn't my first rodeo and it seems maybe I'm almost unique in that.....but I swear I wasn't like this two years ago and wouldn't have been even if there was such a forum.....
"ooh here's a great website that says you don't need to buy EVERYTHING on the dorm supply suggested list, unlike the elementary school supply list"
"Oh wow, great find ....but I'm still going to buy everything, even though my son doesn't want me to......"
Joined the parents' facebook group for Hector's Uni ....never seen so many helicopter parents in my entire life! And the high school is full of them.
One: My son got a "p" in his senior project, what does it mean?
1) None of your damn business, he's 22 years old!
2) Take a wild freaking guess......
3) sweet baby cheesewhizzz, did you adopt him?
......and at least 4 people replied "pass". So far. Because they had to be the ones to answer, they knew the answer, no need to waste time reading other people's answers.... or something?
I wonder how many helicopter parents would admit to feeling neglected by their own parents when they were children?
Monster, remember people look at things from a different perspective according to their background.
Not everyone who disagrees with you (this is important) needs killin'. :haha:
OK, where's the "what might drive you totally batfuckingshit Insane but there's a small chance it might be useful so you can't totally deep 666 it?" thread?
Unleash them, they are adults now........
OK, I know this isn't my first rodeo and it seems maybe I'm almost unique in that.....but I swear I wasn't like this two years ago and wouldn't have been even if there was such a forum.....
"ooh here's a great website that says you don't need to buy EVERYTHING on the dorm supply suggested list, unlike the elementary school supply list"
"Oh wow, great find ....but I'm still going to buy everything, even though my son doesn't want me to......"
You need to go into the past and not have done that. They will make you crazier than they are making their kids.
Not everyone who disagrees with you (this is important) needs killin'. :haha:
Nah, that's not right at all. Jus' kill 'em.
Monster, remember people look at things from a different perspective according to their background.
Not everyone who disagrees with you (this is important) needs killin'. :haha:
why don't you stop patronizing and preaching to me. go find some other unhealthy obsession, you're creeping me out.
Well there you go again, try to get your paranoia under control. :eyebrow:
Unleash them, they are adults now........
"ooh here's a great website that says you don't need to buy EVERYTHING on the dorm supply suggested list, unlike the elementary school supply list"
"Oh wow, great find ....but I'm still going to buy everything, even though my son doesn't want me to......"
here I go quoting myself again. Someone actually wrote pretty much this in the forum and all hell has broken loose :lol: :corn:
I've sleeping w/the stereo on just barely loud enough to hear for over a year now.
This morning around daylight I was lying there, trying not to get up, and successfully predicted the next song on the radio. Twice. Within ten minutes.
The first one was Back In Black, then I predicted Whole Lotta Love a couple songs later.
I can tell when my ex is stressed out by something because she gets shittier and more passive-aggressive than usual.
Got a text the other day that said: "Hi darling lover, do you have any photos of xyz..." At first I was wondering who it came from and why they thought I had photos of xyz, then I saw who it was from and I realized she 'accidentally' sent me a text meant for her BF.
Really? It's like that now?
It's always been like that. :(
I was once getting unwanted emails from someone I knew. They were being sent from the person's workplace. Rather than just deleting them, I moved them to the Junk email folder. That trains the ISP's Junk filters to recognize emails from that origin as spam and weed them out. I subsequently heard it through the grapevine that the person was having problems getting business emails through to customers. I wonder how that could have happened? I didn't hear from them anymore. :D
Wrens. Right outside the living room window.
How can so much sound (I started to call it noise, but, it's not quite noise, yet) come out of such a small package?
I was cleaning some wine glasses that got dirty because they are in a kitchen cabinet I built but haven't yet made the glass panel doors so they tend to pick up cooking grease fumes and get dirty. With company coming next week I figured I would clean them. I was scrubbing one out and actually thought to myself that I might be pushing a bit hard on the thin glass when BANG! the glass broke with my hand inside. Got a nasty gash on my pinky finger. I washed it well and it bled like a MF but I eventually got it bandaged and I guess I'll check it in the morning.
Why is it that band aid packaging is so fucking hard to open. I mean half the time you are doing it with a bleeding body part and are one handed. Crazy.
To encourage you to get someone else to apply it so you don't contaminate the pad while flopping the band aid around with one hand.
I was scrubbing one out and actually thought to myself that I might be pushing a bit hard on the thin glass when BANG!
Is any consolation you were right? ;)
I found 7 78s (records) today (All "18 TOP HITS") -- All of them were garbage (Bumps in them,noisy,etc (Not very playable)) -- I really hate people who dont take care of this beautiful analog stuff and then bring it to salvation army in shit condition.....
I was all exicted that i found that many "18 top hits" 78s @ once only to find they were all crap..... I THREW THEM OUT,I WONT DO THE SAME THING TO OTHERS!!
Im listening to the ones I got 2 years ago that thankfully are in excellent condition......
People suck!!
Ugh. Summer schedules can eat a dick.
I am currently spending 3 hours a day driving kids to and from activities, plus another 2 hours sitting and waiting in the car for them to be done with said activities. I have pickups/drop offs at 8:00, 9:00, 11:00, 12:00, 1:00, and 5:00. It's my own damn fault for wanting them enriched.
Knitting is the answer to the waiting issues, Clod.
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I always kept a mini (dollar store) dustpan and brush and a pack of cleaning wetwipes in the car and used the time cleaning it up a bit. But I just can't imagine your car being the hellhole mine was -they had to eat/snack hurredly in there several times a day.... Also reading.
Thunderboy still has 4 practices a day in the summer...... but now Goalieboy is on the hook for taxi services :D
...it gets better.... ;)
(two swim, one dive, one water polo, in case anyone wondered. Hockey is way too much hard work in he summer, but if he were on the school team, there would be that too....) :lol:
Just heard that contrary to what I thought I will not get my next advancement in October but probably only 2028...
Yes, just mildly irritated... Compared to colleagues who got that promotion at age 34 and I'll have to wait until I'm 48. And of course our pension is now calculated based on the earned money over the career.
Well that sucks. Because there are too many ahead of you who are not likely to make a vacancy/retire, or did you piss somebody off?
Yes, just mildly irritated... Compared to colleagues who got that promotion at age 34 and I'll have to wait until I'm 48. And of course our pension is now calculated based on the earned money over the career.
They promote based on age?:eyebrow:
One typically has to have a certain amount of time in service (TIS) and time in grade (TIG) to be eligible for consideration for promotion to the next higher rank. That translates into a certain age for each person, depending on at what age they entered the military, how fast they received their previous promotions, and if they had any breaks in service. The TIS-TIG requirements change with the military's need for people at a given rank.
The USA, with its large military, accommodates secondary and primary zones of consideration. Those promoted in the primary zone have met the full TIS-TIG requirements. Those promoted in the secondary zone have not; but, they received waivers (sometimes a little as half the TIS requirement) for exceptional performance. Only a small percentage of the total number of promotions authorized for a fiscal year are allotted to the secondary zone.
I missed Pi's military connection there.
official graduation/diploma ceremony photo(s) of Hector are shite There's only 1, with the principal, no individuals and there's a great white blob on his head. There was a power cut, but still.... :(
Photoshop is your friend. ;)
Sorry Pi, that's a kick in the pants.
I'm assuming monsters inc has unofficial shots?
They promote based on age?:eyebrow:
Nope, but I can only fulfill the conditions to access the grade at age 48. They passed a law that in governmental administrations you're not allowed to reach the last pay grade earlier than 12 years before retirement. And I'm in the transition phase of that law, so until a few days I thought I could make it, just like some of my lucky working colleagues before they slam the door...
On the other hand reaching your final grade at age 34 is a little bit weird.
Advancement in GovAdmin is based on years of service, arbitrary conditions (e.g. 12-years-before-retirement rule) and luck (when does the next guy leaves iot to liberate a place in the higher pay grade). It has nothing to do with education, training or doing a good job!
It has nothing to do with education, training or doing a good job!
Imma move to the Bourg.
Nope, but I can only fulfill the conditions to access the grade at age 48. They passed a law that in governmental administrations you're not allowed to reach the last pay grade earlier than 12 years before retirement. And I'm in the transition phase of that law, so until a few days I thought I could make it, just like some of my lucky working colleagues before they slam the door...
On the other hand reaching your final grade at age 34 is a little bit weird.
Advancement in GovAdmin is based on years of service, arbitrary conditions (e.g. 12-years-before-retirement rule) and luck (when does the next guy leaves iot to liberate a place in the higher pay grade). It has nothing to do with education, training or doing a good job!
I get it, now.:)
Nope, but I can only fulfill the conditions to access the grade at age 48. They passed a law that in governmental administrations you're not allowed to reach the last pay grade earlier than 12 years before retirement. And I'm in the transition phase of that law, so until a few days I thought I could make it, just like some of my lucky working colleagues before they slam the door...
On the other hand reaching your final grade at age 34 is a little bit weird.
Advancement in GovAdmin is based on years of service, arbitrary conditions (e.g. 12-years-before-retirement rule) and luck (when does the next guy leaves iot to liberate a place in the higher pay grade). It has nothing to do with education, training or doing a good job!
Hi Pi
The highlighted sentence above reminded me of my time in Scouts when we'd occasionally get an Eagle scout candidate who was, say, 14 or 15 years old. Solid scouts, but feverish overachievers. Scouts can't really *start early*, and I'm sure the same's true about Government Service. Would it be fair to characterize you as an overachiever? No offense intended, I assure you. Regardless, bravo to you for your success, despite the delay.
Probably early adopter, although he always sounded like he knew his craft well, the kind I'd want on my side along with Sexobon.
Well, that don't look suspicious at all.
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A [strike] letter [/strike] bill from the IRS. :rolleyes:
I can't decide if this goes in the pissing me off thread or here.... But childcare. It is so hard to find reliable childcare that I can afford. We don't have family that could help, and anything over $150 a week is outside our budget. Trying to fully research all options is incredibly time consuming and tedious... Researching public records, calling the facility, touring the facility.... It is awful. :thepain:
I've been told the best route is to find a stay at home mom in your social circle who has a kid about the same age and would be willing to add yours to her brood. That might be difficult so start with something easy first, like finding the Holy Grail. :rolleyes:
I've met some women who like to do this, but other than on a casual basis for close friends, doing it at home sends their insurance agent into conniptions, and the state is draconian about licensing needed to appease the insurance companies. The result is they go big or go home and going big is expensive.
I did go that route for a couple years, but it was unreliable. I went through 4 people in a year before I went with a daycare center because I couldn't take the constant stress. Was I gonna have a sitter that day? How long would this one last? What was I ever gonna do when they inevitably bailed? It was not fun. I found the problem with young mothers was that they kept having more kids... And didn't want to watch my youngin in addition to their youngins while pregnant. Go figure. :sweat:
Buy lotto ticket, but first either resolve or dissolve your marriage so you can keep the money and stay home with the kid. ;)
I like it! [emoji41]
Oh Lord, why have you made me suffer so?
I gave you the lottery to be rich and independent.
But Lord, I never got a dime from the lottery.
You didn't buy a ticket.
Doctor appt yesterday, gained 15 pounds (!!??). Short version - 7 weeks chemo/radiation last fall, 2 clear PET scans (FUCK CANCER), all good so far. Lost 42 pounds during treatment (yay!), now some is coming back (boo!). My appetite for snacking has returned, so guess I have to eat healthy and minimize the goodies. Got to keep the weight off, felt really good without the excess.
Wow!
Welcome back from that scary situation. You sound alert and aware of the food you're eating and the net effects. You're doing it right. Keep it up!
Glad to see you posting again, nowhereman. Glad you are here and not nowhere.
Snacking on veggies and eating salads has helped me lose about 20lbs and stay below 175 for the last year+. Thats the first time thats happened in a decade.
While this literally nothing in the face of NowhereMan slapping cancer in the mouth...Fuck cancer, btw.
How do you write an article (using the term
loosely) about a place named
Three Arch Bay, and not even
mention why the place is called that?
I used to work at the Three Arch Bay Shell Station. Long time ago.
Back when it was only two arches, I'll bet. :haha:
Thanks all. I am incredibly fortunate. Just have to watch the snackies. On the bright side, bottled 60 pounds of honey last night. Now I can't find my jar labels (mildly irritated).
Hospital hypocrisy sucks so bad.
"We can't tell you if any particular doctor is on shift until you check in at the ER. We can't even tell you which doctors work here."
Then explain to me the page full of ER staff names and profiles on your PUBLIC website???
Perhaps they meant they're not allowed to release that info?
Hospital hypocrisy sucks so bad.
"We can't tell you if any particular doctor is on shift until you check in at the ER. We can't even tell you which doctors work here."
Then explain to me the page full of ER staff names and profiles on your PUBLIC website???
So, she's suggesting that the hospital doesn't know who is working at the hospital.
How do they get paid?
How do they know if these people
are working?
How do they know if they're not working?
How do they schedule appointments?
How do they schedule surgeries?
How do they know if all those people walking around in scrubs and nurse uniforms are doctors and nurses, and not child molesters, mother stabbers, father rapers, kiddie fiddlers, child murderers, children who murder while disguised as cancer patients, what if, holy shit, what if some of them are rogue allergists asserting that smoke is not an allergen, x-ray techs giving everyone cancer by giving them a millionth of a rad too much radiation???:eek:
Is radiation an allergen, or an irritant?
Can one be allergic to cancer?
Oh my God, my allergist gave me cancer!
Ima hafta move.
To Botswana.
I'm already allergic to Botswana and I haven't even gotten there yet!
I hope I don't trip over my neighbors' kids' friends' sweet biker toys, fall down the stairs, which are probably too steep/bright/loud/steppy for my condition(s), and break my allergic reaction.
That might have been uncalled for.
No, they don't know because a lot of hospitals a hiring companies specializing in ER,
AND MAY NOT TAKE YOUR INSURANCE EVEN IF THE HOSPITAL DOES. You have no way of knowing until you get the bill. That's not right, that's fucked up.
It is extremely difficult for me to grasp that a company wouldn't know who worked for them.
That is fucking insane.
Their lawyers don't want them to know who works for subcontractors, helps their defense in court if the shit hits the fan. ER staff are notoriously difficult to find and keep.
Well crap. My wife got the final payout from the sale of the company she worked for the past 20 years and while the total is great her paystub shows that she has now had $315,218.23 taken out it taxes. That includes Federal, SS which she has maxed for the year and Medicare. I understand taxes and the need to pay for things for our country but 39% seems a bit excessive, especially if it's a one time deal and not some big CEO who pulls in a lot every year.
That's the trouble with those charts, they assume it's a normal pay. I would go on field trips sometimes and work 13x7 so there would be all kinds of time and a half and double time My gross would be double but the net barely budged because of those damn charts. Oh well, it'll pay for your birthday present anyway.:thumb:
Yeah, but when you get a big paycheck and they take a lot out, some will come back as a refund when you file in April.
I suppose it's puzzling more than irritating but I reserve the right to be irritated.
This morning I went off to the nearby town for the weekly grocery shop and arrived at 0745 as usual.
Traffic was light, the supermarket car park was only about ten per cent occupied and I always park in a far corner as it's convenient for the exit.
Also I have a reasonable expectation of being able to fling the car doors open without worrying about other people's paint work while I load up. Except for this morning.
Having wended my way back to the car there, wedged right up close to it, was a Nissan Juke.
There were acres of space so what in the name of sanity possessed the other party to park next to me?
I should point out that I am not car proud. I drive a 1992 (that's not a typo) VW Passat and it's USP is that it goes.
In all honesty I'm surprised that anyone would want to park next to it.
Is there some sort of primeval herd instinct at work here?
Does David Attenborough have any theories?
"I want to park in a remote corner, but not alone."
The driver of the other vehicle had made only a cursory effort to scrape the frost from his windows.
It occurs to me that he may have attempted to park in my space but somehow missed. :eek:
I got the same thing yesterday at the supermarket. Lately I've been using the handicapped spots with a large marked off space in between for side ramps, because I have to open my door all the way to get in and out for the time being. When I came out someone had parked in that marked off space, a little over a foot away, even though there was nobody in the legal space on the other side of them. :confused:
Some people are completely oblivious to things like that when they're in a hurry, fretting over something; or, talking on the phone. They might as well be wearing blinders.
they were probably using your car as a guide to where the parking spots might be, if there was snow on the ground or frost on their windscreen preventing them from seeing the markings
I suppose it's puzzling more than irritating but I reserve the right to be irritated.
This morning I went off to the nearby town for the weekly grocery shop and arrived at 0745 as usual.
Traffic was light, the supermarket car park was only about ten per cent occupied and I always park in a far corner as it's convenient for the exit.
Also I have a reasonable expectation of being able to fling the car doors open without worrying about other people's paint work while I load up. Except for this morning.
Having wended my way back to the car there, wedged right up close to it, was a Nissan Juke.
There were acres of space so what in the name of sanity possessed the other party to park next to me?
I should point out that I am not car proud. I drive a 1992 (that's not a typo) VW Passat and it's USP is that it goes.
In all honesty I'm surprised that anyone would want to park next to it.
Is there some sort of primeval herd instinct at work here?
Does David Attenborough have any theories?
Similarly, when I go on an afternoon-long errand excursion, I often grab a bite at a drive-thru fast food joint. Then I park my car in the emptiest section of the parking lot to eat my late lunch in privacy.
Invariably, someone will pull up and park right next to me, then sit in their car (not eating anything) to do I don't know what.
:eyebrow:
A few weeks ago, while minding my own business in an otherwise deserted parking lot, a fast food employee came out and stood directly in front of my car to smoke a cigarette.
WTF?
Probably enjoyed the heat radiating off your engine maybe a wind break.
My son's math teacher sent out a mass email about a test review to every student and parent... without BCC'ing the addresses.
Now a whole string of sixth-graders have replied-all to the email, spamming hundreds of adults, who are all just trying to get our work done without a bajillion versions of "we did this on Monday," "but I did this?," "yes we did this on Monday but maybe she meant for kids who are sick?????" etc. With every kid who does it, it seems another one is inspired to think that their comment is just as important, too.
It should be noted that every single one of these emails has been sent on a school computer, within no more than a few hundred feet from the teacher in question. Fucking post-Millennials.
Just overwhelmed today
Could use a handful of Fuckitol, thoroughly washed down with bourbon
I'm tired and I'm grumpy and my muscles are sore and people aren't responding to my emails and my dog keeps pooping in my son's bedroom.
aaahhh...
The dog.
Hopefully a fuller update deserves to be posted in a different thread. How is the little rascal?
Great, in general. Still very anxious around strangers outside the home, but cool with anyone who visits us. Successfully gained a couple pounds, and is totally snuggly with us and able to be left alone in the house without chewing on anything. She was basically housebroken, too--though her tiny colon has to poop four times a day--but then the last few days she's started to insist that she doesn't need to go when we let her out, and then sneak off and poop upstairs when we're not looking.
Fortunately, her poop is dry and solid and leaves no stains. Unfortunately, it is still poop.
Something may have unnerved her while pooing outside at some point.
My advice, for what it is worth:no telling off when she does it in the house - dogs aren't great at associating the lesson in the present with the action in the past. Unless you catch them in the act - in which case you then run the risk of them learning a very strong but unwelcome lesson that creates or increases anxiety around doing their business. You can inadvertently do the same thing if you pick a pup up when it starts doing its business and carry it to the mat, or outside - rather than letting them finish then picking them up and taking them to the mat or outside, or better yet anticipating when they are likely to want to do it and getting them onto the mat or outside ready for when the urge hits.
Keep taking her out and giving her the opportunity at the times she is most likely to want to do it (after a play , after waking, after a meal etc) and give her a treat if she does anything out there, whether its a piss or a poop.
And find a way if possible to block her from going to the indoor spot she has chosen.
Difficult to that stuff with consistency, particularly if you have family stuff and work to contend with as well.
If the dog is consistently pooping in the same room, try feeding the dog in that room. A dog won't usually poop where he eats if he has a choice.
That's a fucking brilliant idea
Unfortunately, moving her food is a dangerous idea because she also stops eating when she gets anxious. I had to sit on the floor and spoon feed her for the first couple of weeks until she trusted what was in the bowl.
We're having a mild battle of wills over it, at this point. I know when she needs to go--every 3-4 hours, like clockwork, and I get up at the same time every day. Plus, she absolutely understands the command to "Go potty." So the last two days, she and I have just stood outside for 20 minutes until she goes, with me endlessly and emotionlessly repeating it. (And then, of course, she gets a treat as soon as she does.) We were there once and we'll get there again, it's just cold and wet outside, and I'm impatient. :)
Sounds like you're approaching it well Clod. You'll get there.
I drove for six hours, and my laptop's charger cable broke, and I have a headache because I'm stupid and ate a pint of ice cream and a bag of potato chips for lunch, and we're going to see Black Panther tonight and I'm afraid my mood will make it less enjoyable than it would otherwise be.
Just braved the snow to go into town for a few things. On the way back, while driving down my long gravel road, a rock - A FUCKING ROCK - punctured the front tire of my pick up. It's out there right now, spitting air, and will soon be flat.
This is the fouth flat I've had in the last six months or so, all on new tires. Goddammit.
:mad2: :censored: :rar: :flipbird: :cuss: :banghead:
Just braved the snow to go into town for a few things. On the way back, while driving down my long gravel road, a rock - A FUCKING ROCK - punctured the front tire of my pick up. It's out there right now, spitting air, and will soon be flat.
This is the fouth flat I've had in the last six months or so, all on new tires. Goddammit.
:mad2: :censored: :rar: :flipbird: :cuss: :banghead:
Must be something to say about tire insurance. Ask Jim.
Must be something to say about tire insurance. Ask Jim.
I had no idea there was such a thing. Definitely have to check into that.
The good news is, I have roadside assistance with my auto insurance. The guy will be here in about half an hour. I have only once tried to change a tire on my truck by myself. I was pleased that I was able to get it done on a dark country gravel road in the middle of winter, but it took forever.
Ever tried getting the full-sized spare out from under a truck? Whoever came up with that lame
thread-the-rod-through-the-tiny-opening-in-the-undercarriage idea should be fucking shot. And the jack? Don't get me started on the jack. :banghead:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYMlf9mk36UMost tire-specialty mechanics will offer insurance for flats. They'll try to patch it, and if they can't, you get a new tire. There's new home construction in our area, which means fucking nails everywhere all the time, and I've gotten at least 6 flats repaired/replaced for free in the last 2 years. Definitely worth it.
Just braved the snow to go into town for a few things. On the way back, while driving down my long gravel road, a rock - A FUCKING ROCK - punctured the front tire of my pick up. It's out there right now, spitting air, and will soon be flat.
This is the fouth flat I've had in the last six months or so, all on new tires. Goddammit.
:mad2: :censored: :rar: :flipbird: :cuss: :banghead:
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Breathing. Too many ppl continue doing it. And I'm the worst offender. If a lot of ppl stopped, the world would be much better off. So much better off.
Ima start calling out the offenders. Walking down the street, point right at them and yell OFFENDER!!!!
Fuckin' offenders, man.
Ya oughta be able to just pull a Walter from The Dark Tower...Point at an offender and say "Stop breathing.", and when that motherfucker falls down, "Alright, alright, alright.", then go about yer day feeling refreshed.
Oh well.
Fuck 'em twice and piss on 'em. I'm going to go sit at the river in the goddamn rain. Watch the rain rundown the windshield. Smoke a great big, fat joint, enjoy a refreshing beverage. Fukkit, I ain't gotta drive nowhere. I can sit rfthere and fuck the world.
With all my friends. My appreciative, attentive friends.
Damn their souls.:sweat::lol2::biglaugha:rollhappy:jig::madhop::rotflol::mock:
:rant:
Les Schwab is your friend
Les Schwab
is a really good company (I love the fact that the service guys are required to run), but you have to purchase your tires there to take advantage of the free tire repair thing.
I get my tires through a good friend that owns an auto repair shop, at
his price. So, I save good money on tires, but have to spend $20 to have a flat fixed. I figure I'm still ahead of the game. I'd have to have another six or eight flats till I get to the break-even point, moneywise.
Besides, I like taking my business to my friend - he's a great guy with a couple of kids to support, and always gives me a good deal. :)
A pointy rock went through the tread??? You need tougher tires.
A pointy rock went through the tread??? You need tougher tires.
No, not
through the tread. A sharp, mostly flat shard (think arrowhead) went
between the treads and pierced the inner wall of the tire.
Just lucky, I guess. :neutral:
This weirdness isn't anything new. Last year a cotter pin
pierced
just the
sidewall of one of my truck tires - roughly like this:
I can't imagine how that's even physically possible, but I'm here to tell the tale. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Wow.
Inorite?
The tire gods really hate me. :(
Ladies, gentlemen, children of all ages, may I present the Glinda Tire...
Ladies, gentlemen, children of all ages, may I present the Glinda Tire...
OH yeah. Bring it! :D
They look like they would chafe.
I wanted to make a thread about my fucked up adventure in Daytona. It is already fucked up, because when I went to Nothing Land the little blue icon is not there to tap for a new thread. And why do I have to log in everytime? I was just here yesterday.
Mebbe I should step on Jim's thread. Boy I miss that dude. I can see why he makes good money. Just one weekend with him I felt like I found my long lost brother. He makes quite an impression. Anyways thats enough butt kissing.haha. I really like Jim thats my story and I am sticking to it.
Here the first of many pictures. I like to show my pics as it happens instead of next week etc.
Ok my blue thingy is back. I deleted a bunch of emails mebbe that was the problem. Later gators.
Over on the
'What's making you happy?' thread, Clod encouraged us thus...
I demand more good news from more people. The littlest things, I don't care, spit 'em out...
My offering...
My good news is that I received a letter from HMRC (the IRS's brother in arms) that I actually understood.
It took about a dozen readings and extensive use of a calculator, but understand it I did!:thumb:
Well, that did it. In this morning's post another one of those brown envelopes from HMRC landed on the mat.
This time however, I haven't got a clue as to what it all means.
I've just adopted the default view that I shall be out of pocket.
Lesson learned. A little more humility is needed when tangling with HMRC. :rolleyes:
Did you reply to the fist missive which you understood, or is this just heaped on?
Maybe rereading the first letter they realized you might understand it and sent a corrected version.
Did you try Google translate? :haha:
Did you reply to the first missive which you understood, or is this just heaped on?
Letters from HMRC tend to be of the 'diktat' variety and you reply at your peril. Resistance is futile.
The first letter related to FY 2017-18 and today's offering concerned the confiscatory delights of the year to come.
What really annoys me is that they refer to taxpayers as 'customers'. Victims would be more appropriate.
'Customers'. Give me fucking strength. I don;t object to tax as a general rule, though I reserve the right to gripe at the details - but calling us customers is ludicrous. We haven't given them our custom, nor can we take our custom elsewhere.
'Customers'. Give me fucking strength. I don;t object to tax as a general rule, though I reserve the right to gripe at the details - but calling us customers is ludicrous.
We haven't given them our custom, nor can we take our custom elsewhere.
Helping customers pay the right amount of tax on time
Unbelievable, isn't it?
John Humphrys takes exception to the term.Another day, another irritation. Like London buses, you wait ages for one then two arrive at once.
Poor old Dad's balance, mobility and reaction times are very poor these days.
Yesterday he slipped in the bathroom and grabbed hold of the towel rail.
Dad was OK but the same can't be said for the towel rail.
Yesterday afternoon I went into town and bought a much sturdier replacement to install this morning. Tools required included a 6mm drill.
I have just never got the hang of the metric system. There I've admitted it.
I used both Imperial and Metric at school and accept that calculations are far easier in metric but that's not the point.
I can look in a box of drill bits and nine times out of ten will manage to correctly pick out a quarter inch drill and not a 5/16ths one.
Can I do the same when it comes to looking for a 6mm drill?
Not a damned chance!
Er, that's it really. Rant mode to standby.
tell you what I'll mail you all the stupid imperial ones they use over here and you post me the nice metric ones and we'll both be happy :)
I volunteer making houses more functional for elderly homeowners to live in them. Age in place. We fix up one house each spring. Anyway, one of the things we do is put tons of grab bars in the bathrooms. There is a towel rack you can buy that is actually a grab bar. It comes with massive anchor bolts and is made of very sturdy material. It's a great idea. Seems to me that all towel bars should be made that way. Elderly people aren't the only ones who could use them. The towel racks in our bathroom are a little loose from people grabbing them.
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Attach the screws to a stud, or use something like
wingits, and you can do chin ups from that bar. If you're short enough.
'Customers'. Give me fucking strength. I don;t object to tax as a general rule, though I reserve the right to gripe at the details - but calling us customers is ludicrous. We haven't given them our custom, nor can we take our custom elsewhere.
Nothing in life is certain except death and taxes?
Beest's (alternate last grasp useless) chemo tablets and his blood thinners were shipped from a specialty prescription company who used to call all the time to try to persuade him to order refills. of chemo pills. I dealt with them at the weekend and -I thought- stopped them shipping more stuff, and yet again this morning he got an email to say a shipment was on the way (of more chemo pills) ......and they said they'll "try" to stop it, and that there was another shipment of a different failed chemo pill that he stopped taking last summer scheduled to come in August....... WTF? and they have the gall to refer to us as PATIENTS when we
are just customers.
tell you what I'll mail you all the stupid imperial ones they use over here and you post me the nice metric ones and we'll both be happy :)
I remember walking past a bank somewhere in Wyoming (Thermopolis?) which was being extended.
A workman was measuring some wood and called to a colleague: 'Forty seven and five eighths'. I felt quite at home. :)
I volunteer making houses more functional for elderly homeowners to live in them. Age in place.
We fix up one house each spring. Anyway, one of the things we do is put tons of grab bars in the bathrooms.
There is a towel rack you can buy that is actually a grab bar. It comes with massive anchor bolts and is made of very sturdy material. It's a great idea.
Seems to me that all towel bars should be made that way. Elderly people aren't the only ones who could use them.
The towel racks in our bathroom are a little loose from people grabbing them.
What a brilliant idea!
I remember walking past a bank somewhere in Wyoming (Thermopolis?) which was being extended.
A workman was measuring some wood and called to a colleague: 'Forty seven and five eighths'. I felt quite at home. :)
Of course you did, any civilized person would. ;)
By the way, there is a code for mounting grab bars, ANSII-ICC A117/
I'm irritated by my irritation this morning. I got up and dressed to plow the driveway but Dad was already on the job running the snowblower at low rpm and 6-8" off the ground. So he basically skimmed a few inches off the top and packed down a place to drive with his tires. No snowflakes were injured in this operation. To be fair, I'm sure he cleared the snow the plow trucks pushed into the end of the drive and 8" is better than a 3' drift in the drifting areas.
I'm done being an ungrateful shit now.
Today, I am mildly irritated by snot. Specifically, the metric butt-tons of snot that always follow an unwanted visit by the %$#@ flu bug.
For the last three days, I've been just this side of comatose. Thankfully, this morning I feel like I might have actually survived the worst of it, but now comes the weeks-long effort to clear my lungs and sinuses of the dreaded snot infestation. I'm certain I am personally increasing the stock price of Kleenex [SIZE="1"][FONT="Arial Narrow"]TM[/FONT][/SIZE].
*gurgle* :greenface
Glinda, how about your vacuum cleaner? ;)
Vacuum cleaner?
She said metric butt-ton of snot.
That calls for a dredge pump.
Happy loogie hockin', Glinda!
No, that's not a Swedish holiday.
:lol2: OMG you guys make me laugh!!! (and cough hack snort)
Thank you, I needed that. :p:
Hey, snot a problem, glad to be of service. :blush:
....set up a roadside stand selling green smoothies? They're all the rage here in hippyville.....
....set up a roadside stand selling green smoothies? They're all the rage here in hippyville.....
Hey, it's all natural, right? :sweat:
exactly. They''re not called Wheatgrass smoothies..... just green. Might want to plan for other varieties in case you get a nosebleed, though...
:lol2: OMG you guys make me laugh!!! (and cough hack snort)
Thank you, I needed that. :p:
Hey, snot a problem, glad to be of service. :blush:
If my nose was running money, I'd blow it all on you.Fuckityfuck fuck FUCK.
Two weeks ago, I spent $5000 to have my gravel road repaired. This morning, some idiot delivery guy tried to turn around in the middle of my road and got stuck in the newly rebuilt gutter that runs along one side of the road. The gutter that reroutes water from an active spring. The active spring that is now running over my newly rebuilt totally fucked-up road.
:censored: :flipbird: :angry: :cuss: :rattat:
Oh no! That's so infuriating. Surely the delivery driver's insurance has to pay?
Oh no! That's so infuriating. Surely the delivery driver's insurance has to pay?
I called the delivery company and they were very nice, told me to have my road construction people call them and they'd work it out.
But, DAMMIT.
If I told you about the months of BS I've gone through to get this road repaired . . . long story short, I'm suing my a-hole neighbor over it and there's a small war going on in the 'hood
because of this a-hole neighbor's a-holery.
[COLOR="DarkRed"]ARGH![/COLOR]
It's like I've got a target painted on my forehead. WTH?
Obviously the solution is vigilantism. ;)
Obviously the solution is vigilantism. ;)
Agreed!! :mad2:
Just got a letter in the mail from the IRS. :eek:
Turns out my folks' estate attorney had contacted them about changing the name on the trust account, so in the end it was nothing to worry about, but damn.
It's been a hell of a morning. I need a good lie-down. :neutral:
You need someone to lay with you.:blush:
You need someone to lay with you.:blush:
Also agreed. Git on yer horse and ride! ;)
I'm too old, you need a young studly type. :blush:
Feh. Younger men are waaayyy overrated.
The minute I start griping about my aching partial rotater cuff tears and my carpal tunnel pain and my IBS issues . . . pffffft. Their eyes get all big and they run out the door.
:D
Well if you want someone to compare defects with, I'm your man. :haha:
Their eyes get all big and they run out the door.
:D
Wait...You're leaving them loose?
I think I see yer prollum.:D
Well if you want someone to compare defects with, I'm your man. :haha:
Misery loves company. ;)
Truly though, this
getting old shit is for the birds. Completely unacceptable. And I'm quite outraged that it's happening to me. I mean, I did
not sign up for this.
Wait...You're leaving them loose?
I think I see yer prollum.:D
The little fuckers move pretty quick, and my knees don't work so good anymore. :p:
They fired my co-worker today for being late over and over and over again
A semi-talented dude is walking the streets cos they couldn't figure out how to get into his head and motivate him.
I could see what was needed: someone had to care a little bit, and just ask about his woes, and encourage him a little. It takes so little encouragement to get someone to do things differently. Caring is a basic human approach. Call it emotional intelligence. "Why are you *really* late, Rob? What's going on in your life?"
Lacking that skill, instead they transparently hired his replacement and waited for him to fuck up again. The trap was laid for months, all that had to happen was no change. And no change was encouraged. So they got what they apparently wanted.
In my time here so far, 3 people have been fired, 1 left "by agreement" (i.e., fired, but we're not saying that word), and 6 have left on their own. Out of 12. This means I am now amongst the senior staff. I'm here 2.5 years.
Sad. When I am habitually late, it is always because of transient life events escalating my baseline anxiety into a degenerative state of chronic stress-hormone-overload, making it prohibitively difficult to execute basic daily routines, like a functional sleep schedule.
Maybe I should just pull myself up by my bootstraps and have a more positive attitude! #wowthanksimcured
All people come with baggage, ergo all workers come with baggage. Any workplace should have a good-sized cargo area.
Well said, UT. Compartments help.
In my head, in my space, in my job.
How's the replacement doing?
Sad. When I am habitually late, it is always because of transient life events escalating my baseline anxiety into a degenerative state of chronic stress-hormone-overload, making it prohibitively difficult to execute basic daily routines, like a functional sleep schedule.
Maybe I should just pull myself up by my bootstraps and have a more positive attitude! #wowthanksimcured
May I please put this on a t-shirt?
:hug:
My work has taught me that basic kindness is lacking in homes, schools, and workplaces. I went to an invite only after hours "go away" party for a cow-orker. The old-timers were grumbling about the change in atmosphere, how they no longer believe that the boss has their back. That belief sustained them for years but losing that faith...
The replacement had to come in and be good enough for about a month before the firing could happen.
It took two months. It played out exactly as expected. It was transparent. I knew and even Rob knew. If Matthew comes in and is solid, Rob is in danger. He's now disposable. One more lateness and it's over.
He did well for a long time. Then his girlfriend started inviting another guy to Rob's apartment, to fuck in his bed.
He figured it out, and broke up with her. She then called the cops and alleged that there were drugs in his apartment.
They came the next morning and searched his apartment, and didn't allow him to make a phone call to work to say he'd be late.
I told him: it has actually worked out for you. You don't realize it right now, but you are minus two pathetic crazy bitches in your life. That will turn positive.
A semi-talented dude is walking the streets cos they couldn't figure out how to get into his head and motivate him.
"Be on time or lose your job." sounds like the strongest motivation an employer can supply.
Short of beatings when your late, and I'm not sure they can do that.
Most, (almost
all, in fact) employers like for their employees to show up. On time.
Anyone can have stuff happen that causes them to be late.
Occasionally.
You have my sympathy, for losing a good guy (sounds like) and cow orker, but, not the fired guy.
Perhaps Fired Guy's next employer will benefit from this. Maybe he'll be on time more consistently.
Wull
That's mostly true, but in software places it's usually a little different -- if you do a ton of work after hours, they generally do not care if you are around all the time during bidness hours.
Dude put in a solid year where he was super-motivated, and would check in from home and do little things that needed doing overnight. That's the team you want; where they organize around the work that needs to be done, not the HOURS that need to be worked.
Boss vs Leader: a boss is concerned with process; a leader is concerned with people. If the people are properly motivated and team-oriented, the process takes care of itself. It's way easier if you take care of the people. Because if you take care of the people, the entire staff doesn't turn over every 2 years, and all that information and experience isn't lost every 2 years.
Oh, yeah...I [strike]kinda[/strike] fergot what ya did fer a living.
May I please put this on a t-shirt?
:hug:
Go for it! The internet has made it easier for people to share their mental health experiences, and I love that.
All people come with baggage, ergo all workers come with baggage. Any workplace should have a good-sized cargo area.
Very wise words.
Go for it! The internet has made it easier for people to share their mental health deficiencies, and I love that.
FIFTROU.
Hey so I really needed the washing machine to poop out on me right now. I was looking for something needing fixing
It appears the guy two doors up has brought out the motorcycle for the year.
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That thing is a monster. I don't know just how fast it is, but, a Challenger Hellcat Demon was driving by when he revved the motor, and it cowered in fear. So...
By the by...It's 37 degrees rfn.
that's above freezing, what more do you need? Flip Flop weather
*sigh* It never ends... Minifob and I were in a big wreck today. Everyone's fine.
I was stopped at a light, one blue car opposite and facing me. Light turns green, but to the left I see a silver car coming at full highway speed, definitely not going to stop at her red light. I lean on the horn, but the guy across from me doesn't see her, pulls into the intersection and gets T-boned. His car spins violently and slams into my drivers side, where I am still sitting motionless at my green light. (Not motionless after that, of course, he knocks me into the next lane over.)
It's borderline, but I'm hoping the insurance company writes it off. With one kid moved out and another... indisposed... for many months to come, I was planning to downsize very soon from the minivan to a more compact vehicle.
That sucks, glad you're OK.
There's never an armadillo crossing the road when you need one.
Glad you're unhurt.
You'll have a few days to claim delayed onset of whiplash if the insurance company doesn't total the vehicle and you want to make a few extra bucks towards a new one.
yuck. How is Minifob holding up? fingers crossed for the write-off and a decent settlement
So far, so good. He was jazzed right after, not upset but kept asking me to explain how it happened. Then he was tic'ing a lot more than usual for the next few hours, but settled down again by dinner. He missed cello because of it, so he probably considered it a blessing. :) I expect it will stay forgotten until we have to explain what happened when we go to cello next week--that's when it will turn into a thing, if ever.
You'll have a few days to claim delayed onset of whiplash if the insurance company doesn't total the vehicle and you want to make a few extra bucks towards a new one.
Whiplash claims are for if you have whiplash. They are not for clawing back costs where this is no whiplash.
@ Clod - so glad you guys are ok. Must have been pretty unnerving to be in the middle of that.
Dang. glad everyone's okay.
@ DanaC - I was being facetious. ;)
[COLOR="White"]Injury Type
Compensation Amount
Moderate Neck Injury (III)
£6,380 – £11,110
Minor Neck Injury (I)
£3,520 – £6,380
Minor Neck Injury (II)
£1,705 – £3,520
Minor Neck Injury (III)
Up to £1,705[/COLOR]
I hope Minifob and you continue to be fine. It must have been horrifying to watch that car spin toward you while you were powerless to do anything about it.
I have a friend who was hit by a drunk a couple years ago with her young son in the car. She still has occasional post traumatic stress issues even though they are both physically ok now. Don't be hesitant to speak up if you feel it impacting you that way.
Fair enough :P
Girlfriend, I know you work in the industry now, but that industry there ain't got nothin' on the industry here.
Here we are all experts, we have to be. Everything is about insurance and the fine print and what you CAN claim, and what might inadvertently invalidate a legitimate claim. NOTHING is about what you
should claim and what the the original intention of the insurance is for. It's just a financial dance. Sanscartons might have been being facetious, but that truly is what many use a whiplash claim for. When the $$ claimed is small enough, it's not worth the $$ for the ins co to prove it's a sham, they just pay.
Dana, the relationship between the Insurance industry and their clients here is strictly confrontational. The Companies looking for loopholes the slither out with a bigger bottom line and their clients looking for any leverage to force a fair or better settlement.
There's never an armadillo crossing the road when you need one. ...
I was also being facetious about armadillos (aka Texas speed bumps). I would never wish harm upon an armadillo to slow down a driver and prevent the costly consequences of an accident. At least not when we have insurance companies to pay for it.
Armadillos carry leprosy if you hit one your extremities will fall off. :yesnod:
Armadillos have four genetically-identical babies in each litter.
*stows away factoid for god knows when*
Don't do that because it'll drive you crazy knowing you have a stored factoid but don't know what or where it is. :haha:
Armadillo is just possum-on-the-half-shell.
Wanna buy a possum?
Dana, the relationship between the Insurance industry and their clients here is strictly confrontational. The Companies looking for loopholes the slither out with a bigger bottom line and their clients looking for any leverage to force a fair or better settlement.
Some people here have a similar relationship with their insurers - in my experience, that's usually because they have bought their policy without understanding what it does - often because they've gone by comparison websites, which give a very tiny snapshot of the headline cover without giving any real sense of the kinds of exclusions which may apply.
Or they've thrown the handy booklet they got sent when they took the policy out straight into the drawer without reading it - there is a cancellation period - you look in the booklet under 'what is covered' and 'what is not covered' and read the definitions for each section.
People take out a policy and opt for accidental damage cover for their contents but don't bother to read the part about having to have the Technology and Entertainment add-on for their laptop to be covered and then get shitty with the claims team and tell all their friends the insurance company weaseled out of their claim.
Or they play with the comparison site quotes increasing and decreasing their 'voluntary excess' to see what it does to their premiums, opt for a £500 voluntary excess on top of their £100 compulsory excess and then get upset when they have £400 of damage and there's nothing we can do because it falls within their excess.
Years of legislative control and an ombudsman with teeth means companies have to make their cover very clear in the policy documents - if it's not clear, and a declined claim is challenged and goes to the ombudsman they will always err on the customer's side. Ambiguity is always decided against the writer of the contract.
That was always the case with contract law, but the regulatory system and the statutary duty to abide by a code of conduct that includes 'Treating customers fairly' has cost financial organisations a lot of money. Companies have faced fines for things like incentivising shorter call times where it has been seen to add to mis-selling of policies/ financial products.
When the policy wording comes through - it is not a case of big headlines and a bunch of fine print - it's clearly marked sections, with each exclusion stated very clearly next to the cover it is excluded from.
There are odd bits that require a little interpretation, and I totally get why those could be frustrating, but sometimes it's really obvious stuff and the customer treats it like we've strung them along and then thrown up unexpected road blocks to avoid paying out.
That can be frustrating for us :P Especially if you spend time exploring every possible avenue for them, to see if there is any way of covering the claim, or part of the claim, or even just getting them access to our suppliers as part of a claim that won't go anywhere so that they can use them with our discount. And then they always say the same thing: 'I know it's not you love, you've a job to do. But no offence, insurance companies, always do this - they don't mind taking our money every month, but the first time I make a claim and I get nothing' or words to that effect.
And I've got a booklet in front of me that they received like 4 months prior that states very clearly 'damage from ingress of water except by storm or flood is not covered' along with a whole policy exclusion in the 'Conditions and exclusions that apply to this policy' section, in bold type : '...wear and tear, or any gradually operating cause'.
So don't lecture me about shady insurance companies looking for ways not to pay because your roof got nail sickness, and the slipped roof tiles allowed a slow ingress of rainwater across several months. There is nothing I can do with that. And it's as clear as it could be without adding a flashing sign.
K. I shall dismount my hobby horse and resume my back to the beginning Agents of Shield rewatch.
Yeah, yeah, you're one on them now, with your fine print and lawyered interpretations. :lol2:
I believe you, nobody reads the fine print... or the medium print... it's I'm insured, I'm covered, I don't have to know nothing.
A good friend of mine has become an insurance adjuster. Along with passing the licencing exams, and convincing the insurance companies a woman can do the job, she runs into stuff like explaining to the client that their stove top with the melted plastic bag on it costs $400 and they have a $500 deductible, so the insurance company won't pay.
In this case she had pulled the same bonehead move herself so she could placate the client with a no cost fix. ;)
Tom Wilson is still playing hockey.
Armadillo is just possum-on-the-half-shell.
Wanna buy a possum?
Do you also have half-shells?
And glue?
The possums do not come with shells. We can put one in an armadillo shell, but, you have to pay for the whole armadillo. Possum prep is also extra.
No glue. Tape.
No glue. Tape.
Call for HappyMonkey inline upthread!
My tape experience leads me to conclude that tape on fur is only good for making cats walk funny.
My tape experience leads me to conclude that tape on fur is only good for making cats walk funny.
spoken like someone who has only leather upholstery.
Welp... three days into driving the rental car, its Check Engine light comes on. Can't risk having it die on me or getting blamed for damage, so I bring it back. The only vehicle they have on short notice is an extended cab F-150. I don't mind driving this behemoth around down, but navigating the school parking lot in it is a bitch. AND there's no AUX jack so the kids are whining.
Thinking about getting a Jeep Cherokee when they eventually admit my car's totalled.
Yesterday saw me do the weekly grocery shopping. How one's pulses raced!
I'm pretty sure that I've mentioned this before but it's a continual irritation.
Looking for a packet of chocolate biscuits for Dad, (yes REALLY) I homed in on Chocolate Fingers available in two sizes. That's the packs, not the fingers.
Ah! Economies of scale was the unspoken message. Except that it was cheaper to buy two small packs than one large one.
See for yourself:
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A cursory inspection of the shelf labels is all it took in this instance, but I have stumbled across other items available in different sizes where it isn't at all apparent which is the best value.
Doing a bit of hunter gathering in Tesco should be simpler than that.
The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made - Groucho Marx. (No relation to Karl).
I've seen a number on instances where the "Giant Economy Size" was more expensive per unit than the smaller sizes. I agree it's getting harder to figure it out because of oddball sizes.
Yesterday saw me do the weekly grocery shopping. How one's pulses raced!
I'm pretty sure that I've mentioned this before but it's a continual irritation.
Looking for a packet of chocolate biscuits for Dad, (yes REALLY) I homed in on Chocolate Fingers available in two sizes. That's the packs, not the fingers.
Ah! Economies of scale was the unspoken message. Except that it was cheaper to buy two small packs than one large one.
See for yourself:
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A cursory inspection of the shelf labels is all it took in this instance, but I have stumbled across other items available in different sizes where it isn't at all apparent which is the best value.
Doing a bit of hunter gathering in Tesco should be simpler than that.
More importantly is this Cadbury's version of a Tim Tam?
Welp... three days into driving the rental car, its Check Engine light comes on. Can't risk having it die on me or getting blamed for damage, so I bring it back. The only vehicle they have on short notice is an extended cab F-150. I don't mind driving this behemoth around down, but navigating the school parking lot in it is a bitch. AND there's no AUX jack so the kids are whining.
Thinking about getting a Jeep Cherokee when they eventually admit my car's totalled.
Back the truck into the parking space and it is easy peasy pulling out. It is not hard after all you have to back out if pulling in.
I've seen a number on instances where the "Giant Economy Size" was more expensive per unit than the smaller sizes. I agree it's getting harder to figure it out because of oddball sizes.
Occasionally I like wine vinegar on my salad. At Walmart there is the Kraft that I like for more money than the Greater Value or is it? The GV bottle is taller slimmer than the Kraft and appears to have more for less money. In fact it is shy a few ounces compared to the Kraft . If the GV brand had as much volume as the Kraft then the price would be the same. I prefer the taste of Kraft compared to that watered down shit Walmart sells.
More importantly is this Cadbury's version of a Tim Tam?
Increasing waistlines since 1897...
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Also available in white.
Wiki.Occasionally I like wine vinegar on my salad. At Walmart there is the Kraft that I like for more money than the Greater Value or is it? The GV bottle is taller slimmer than the Kraft and appears to have more for less money. In fact it is shy a few ounces compared to the Kraft . If the GV brand had as much volume as the Kraft then the price would be the same. I prefer the taste of Kraft compared to that watered down shit Walmart sells.
Plans are afoot to change the name of Heinz Salad Cream to 'Sandwich Cream'.
Supposedly 'only 14% of those who buy the sauce use it on salads, with many more preferring to use it in sandwiches'.
Their gastronomic adventurism knows no bounds.
Joel Hughes, UK sauces brand build lead at Kraft Heinz, added: "As a market leading business, Kraft Heinz continues to audit its portfolio in order to meet the needs of consumers.
"There are consumers now who haven't grown up with the brand in the household and just don't know about the iconic zingy flavour or what to eat it with."
He was paid for writing that.
LINKI've seen a number on instances where the "Giant Economy Size" was more expensive per unit than the smaller sizes. I agree it's getting harder to figure it out because of oddball sizes.
Occasionally I like wine vinegar on my salad. At Walmart there is the Kraft that I like for more money than the Greater Value or is it? The GV bottle is taller slimmer than the Kraft and appears to have more for less money. In fact it is shy a few ounces compared to the Kraft . If the GV brand had as much volume as the Kraft then the price would be the same. I prefer the taste of Kraft compared to that watered down shit Walmart sells.
Price labelling of foodstuffs in the UK is supposed to enable product comparison. What I really appreciate in our local "super"market is when there are two types of apples, one is bagged in sixes and priced at 50p/apple, and the other is bagged with eight or nine in the bag and priced at £1.40/kilo. Very helpful :headshake
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Price labelling of foodstuffs in the UK is supposed to enable product comparison. What I really appreciate in our local "super"market is when there are two types of apples, one is bagged in sixes and priced at 50p/apple, and the other is bagged with eight or nine in the bag and priced at £1.40/kilo. Very helpful :headshake
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Another bit of chicanery is the practice of using different units when comparing different sized packs of the same product.
Eg 17.5p per 100g for say a 500g pack, or £1.85 per kilo for the kilo pack.
Once again, the principle of economies of scale is shown the door.
That's not as bad as the deceivers here who offer per unit pricing on similar competitive items, pricing one per pound and the adjacent one per ounce.
I know my 10 times tables better than I know my sixteens. Grrrrrrr.
Plans are afoot to change the name of Heinz Salad Cream to 'Sandwich Cream'.
Supposedly 'only 14% of those who buy the sauce use it on salads, with many more preferring to use it in sandwiches'.
Their gastronomic adventurism knows no bounds.
He was paid for writing that.
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I guess he was paid to write that, but he has it backwards. Most grew up eating the cheap shit or doing without. Once I got my degree and a job I liked I was able to buy Kraft so I could increase my waistline.
Sandwich cream?
You mean Miracle Whip?
I thought the exact same thing, kinda.
I think it's different though.
I was thinking about this stuff:
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Kraft Sandwich Spread...
water, vinegar, sugar, soybean oil, chopped pickles, modified food starch, contains less than 2% of salt, eggs, natural flavor, mustard flour, red bell peppers, xanthan gum, potassium sorbate and calcium disodium edta (as preservatives), spice, paprika, garlic, onions, turmeric, oleoresin paprika.
Heinz Sandwich Spread is a blend of salad cream and relish popular in the Netherlands and Britain. It is classified by the manufacturer as a sauce or relish. The relish ingredients are carrots, celery, gherkins, red peppers and mustard in a finely diced spreadable form. In this respect it is similar to spreadable piccalilli, but milder in flavour. The salad cream base results in a more tart flavour than similar mayonnaise-based sandwich spreads found in the United States.
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I suppose a more accurate description would be salad dressing.
Since the nation's trendsetters are now using it as a sandwich filling, the marketing bods at Heinz wish to call it 'Sandwich Cream'.
Vinegar sandwich, vicar?
They are so missing the boat ....... package the same product twice, once as Sandwich Cream and once as Traditional Salad cream. Increased audience, increased £££
Yep. They'll probably lose some salad cream customers...
They are so missing the boat ....... package the same product twice, once as Sandwich Cream and once as Traditional Salad cream. Increased audience, increased £££
My Dad's uncle worked in a putty factory in Beverley, Yorkshire.
He said that the only difference between oak putty and elm putty was seven shillings and sixpence a barrel. :)
Another day another irritation.
When attempting to access aspendailynews.com I get this:
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Similarly, clicking on the wnep.com link in
Griff's post prompts this response:
'Sorry, this content is not available in your region'.
I thought that I'd have a go via startpage.com where a proxy can be used. No luck there either.
Once again I shall have to invoke the 'embuggerance' word.
Try right clicking on the link and going to "Incognito Window".
Try right clicking on the link and going to "Incognito Window".
Unfortunately that doesn't work. I'd concluded that IP addresses might have been the stumbling block here.
A search has come up with an article from the (UK) Evening Standard...
“We do identify EU internet protocol (IP) addresses for the purpose of determining whether to direct you to USA TODAY NETWORK’s EU Experience.”
Evening Standard.Sorry about that, I'm just waiting for that to happen here.
Ever meet a woman that everyone likes, is always smiling, never a bad word about anyone, and brightens the day of everyone she encounters?
I have. I went to her funeral today. :sniff:
The poem is pretty...
I'm sorry you're missing your friend, xoB.
(I hope I don't presume too much. The poem seems bright and hopeful. Surely she will be missed.)
Nipped out for some milk earlier this AM, (remember that 'AM', you'll need it later)
and spotted this notice in the Post Office window.
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The USP of the 24 Hour clock is that it avoids ambiguity.
4.50, unless qualified by AM or PM can be in the morning or the afternoon.
1650 can only be in the afternoon, but you knew that, didn't you?
So why 1650PM?
I didn't notice the entry for Saturday until I downloaded the pic.
12.15AM. That's 0015, isn't it? :)
I'm sorry for your loss Bruce.
I'm concerned about your school system C.
Sorry for your loss Bruce. I knew a man like that my father. I still hear from friends and relatives something he said or helped them with. As long as people remember then the deceased are still among us.
I'm sorry to hear about your friend, Bruce. You have my sympathy. Losing good people is bad enough, but really good friends are tough to lose.
Bruce's post reminds me of what Richard Petty said when Buddy Baker died:
He was the kind of person that it made ya feel good just being around him.
That's about as good as it gets, right there.
Ever meet a woman that everyone likes, is always smiling, never a bad word about anyone, and brightens the day of everyone she encounters?
I have. I went to her funeral today. :sniff:
Actually, I have.
I went to
her funeral Sept 2 last year.
Today the water heater was leaking because those damn steel nipples at the inlet and outlet, that Sears says not using voids the warranty, rust out. Of course once they are rusted enough to leak they collapse under a wrench.
My plumber buddy saved my ass but had to remove the sheet metal jacket and cut away the foam insulation. :facepalm:
"Boofing" means buttfucking. Always has. Don't @ me with your lately-edited urban dictionary links, or other trusted online sources assuring you what it means. Unless you belonged to a social group who actually used the term pre-2000, like I did, shut your trap. It means buttfucking.
Never heard of it. Class of '81 here
boffing is fucking; boofing is butffucking. Flint will Boof you in the mouth
Well, now that that's cleared up...
I heard it in the early to mid 90s in DC.
In any case, from the way it's used in the yearbook, it definitely did not mean farting.
Please excuse me, but I need to vent. :mad2: I had an entirely fucked up day.
I'm a freelance writer/editor/proofreader. Currently, I'm editing/proofing a 1300-page med school training book (25th edition). For the last six weeks or so, the project manager has sent me three chapters a week which I tweak and adjust, and then return.
On Friday afternoon, I got an email from a new (?!) project manager for this book, saying "When I reviewed the schedule, I realize we are really short on time and we'll never make the FTP date if we don't finish proofing pages before the end of October." She then asked me to (at least try to) start completing a chapter a day for the next 10 days. And once those are done, there's another 10 chapters that have to be done by the end of October. Huh. :eyebrow:
Mind you, it takes a good six to eight hours to complete one 20-25 page chapter file (40-page chapters obviously take nearly twice as long). I need to have Chapters 19 - 26 done by October 10th. Those chapters are all 35 to 45 pages long. So . . . . yeah.
Now, these chapter files are necessarily dense with medical terms and confusing procedures (i.e., medicalise), so just trying to edit/proof a single sentence is mind-numbing. These chapters are also filled with illustrations, photos, graphs, charts, and tables. My job is to check EVERYTHING (not just words) against separate files for each collection of like items. So, for each chapter I've got a gigantic pdf file of the final proof chapter, a Word file for the actual words, a Word glossary file for medical terms, a photo file (pdf), a table/chart file (excel), and two different Word style guide files (which occasionally contradict each other, btw; yay).
So last night, as I was working on Chapter 18, my poor old Dell refurbished computer had had enough. It simply would NOT save the final proof file I'd been working on. I tried everything. Couldn't save it to the computer, couldn't save it to a thumb drive, and saving it to the cloud wasn't an option. I was finally able to send it to myself in an email. But I still couldn't save it, which meant I wouldn't be able to upload it to the company's Dropbox account when I was done with it. That's why the cloud wasn't an option; I had to have an actual pdf file on my computer that I could upload, but my computer was having none of it.
Ok. *deep breath* What now?
I dragged my father's computer (much better than mine) out of the closet and hooked it up, then spent an hour or so trying to get into it (no idea what dad's passwords were). I'm freakin' amazed I finally McGivered it. Then I had to upload all sorts of files and programs that I need in order to do what I do, that (natch) weren't on dad's computer. Finally, around 3:30, I was ready to get back to editing Chapter 18. At 4:35, the power went out.
:facepalm:
Just got power back an hour ago. Please kill me now.
That's sure going to infringe on your pumpkin carving time. :comfort:
That project manager can fuck right off. (Not saying you can actually tell him/her to do so, I'm just saying it for you because it needed to be said. But seriously, why should someone else's mistake be yours to fix? That's bullshit.
At 4:35, the power went out.
Sonofa
bitch!!!Is there any financial carrot to the accelerated schedule? Or are you paid by the chapter regardless to schedule, and the stick is that you won't be paid for any chapters after the end of October?
That project manager can fuck right off. (Not saying you can actually tell him/her to do so, I'm just saying it for you because it needed to be said. But seriously, why should someone else's mistake be yours to fix? That's bullshit.
Well, that's
my feeling, but this is my first project with this company and I want there to be many future projects, so I don't want to come off as Ms. Crankypants. :neutral:
Seems clear to me that this new project manager was brought in at this late point because their own internal deadlines weren't being met by the previous PM. So I can see her position - she's there to get this thing cranked up and ready (if at all possible) by the publishing date. It's not her fault, either. Unfortunately,
I'm the guy left holding the bag because I'm the last person that can make changes before the book goes to print.
Is there any financial carrot to the accelerated schedule? Or are you paid by the chapter regardless to schedule, and the stick is that you won't be paid for any chapters after the end of October?
The deal was that I would be paid $2500 for the whole job, which was due to be finished by end of the month. Of course, until last week I had only been given a few chapters a week to complete, so I can't be faulted for not moving faster because the chapters just weren't available to me. I was notified on Friday that all the chapters I hadn't yet been given (about 20 of them) were suddenly now available.
No "bonus" has been offered for the crazy accelerated schedule, but I do plan to bring this up once I've finished most of the chapters. I figure, if I can make this BS happen for them, they'll be beholden to me and will give real consideration to additional compensation. At the moment, though, it's still a toss-up whether or not I'll be able to finish roughly a chapter a day for the rest of the month. *
sigh*
Well, now that that's cleared up...
that'll be the antibiotics...
boffing is fucking; boofing is butffucking. Flint will Boof you in the mouth
boofing is definitely butt-ƒucking. confirmed 100%
Went to a gathering last weekend and was disappointed at friend from Canada didn't show up. Seems last year in advance of pot legalization he bought stock in one of the Canadian companies gearing up to serve the demand.
Trump's U.S. Customs and Border Protection had already declared workers in the pot business would not be allowed in, now investors are put in the same category as a drug dealer or for a drug cartel. :facepalm:
Went to a gathering last weekend and was disappointed at friend from Canada didn't show up. Seems last year in advance of pot legalization he bought stock in one of the Canadian companies gearing up to serve the demand.
Trump's U.S. Customs and Border Protection had already declared workers in the pot business would not be allowed in, now investors are put in the same category as a drug dealer or for a drug cartel. :facepalm:
:eyebrow: FFS.
As of today, investors, businessmen, etc. involved in that industry in Canada *may* travel to the United States, for personal trips, but not business trips. And carrying marijuana across the border will still get you in federal trouble.
If they want to travel to a free country they need to learn to submit to authority.
38 degrees F (3.33 C) this morning, and frost tomorrow morning. :(
I heard NOAA give an extended forecast for my area yesterday, and they used the phrase "...areas of frost during the day..."
I'd never heard that one before.
Ugh. I went to my 20th reunion. It was a mistake.
Ugh. I went to my 20th reunion. It was a mistake.
I went to a halloween party last night. also a mistake.
Ugh. I went to my 20th reunion. It was a mistake.
Believe that.
Humans are weird. I prefer the company of dogs, bikes, and saws, which I'm told were actually invented by humans.
As I get older, everything seems to be to damn loud.
I thought I was supposed to go deef in m'dotage.
Neighbors are having a pool put in. On the one hand, it's kind of cool to watch, and the hole they've got so far provided a very clear object lesson to the kids about why we don't have basements in Texas: there's about 18 inches of dirt, and after that, it's solid limestone. But that means I've had to listen to a steady soundtrack of jackhammering for the last two days. Really hope today's the last day.
...and hell no you can't use the pool!!
Psh... Don't need to. We have 3 neighborhood pools within walking distance, and another 4 that are just a few minutes by car. If it's raining and you don't mind paying, you have your choice of 8-10 indoor pools within a 15-minute radius. It's not a luxury item around here, just a home insurance hazard.
Damn. I'm not aware of any public pools. Do wave pools count?
Ya got no pool, and you wanna swim around here, ya go to a motel. One that has a pool.;)
ETA: Or the creek.
Really hope today's the last day.
Reader, it wasn't.
Reader, it wasn't.
Do they hit ground water too?
Do they hit ground water too?
Not in this part of town. There are areas of central Austin that you theoretically could, within the basin of the
Edwards Aquifer. There are warning signs all over town about the dangers of dumping there.
That looks like a great resource, but vulnerable.
With the recent torrential rains, the water treatment facilities were overwhelmed and Austin was put on a "boil water" notice for over a week. That's never happened before that I can recall. I kept thinking that this is how the apocalypse starts: something mundane that just... keeps... going, and suddenly you're a month without clean water and the next shipment of bottled water from the north doesn't arrive and it's instant chaos.
With the recent torrential rains, the water treatment facilities were overwhelmed and Austin was put on a "boil water" notice for over a week. That's never happened before that I can recall. I kept thinking that this is how the apocalypse starts: something mundane that just... keeps... going, and suddenly you're a month without clean water and the next shipment of bottled water from the north doesn't arrive and it's instant chaos.
That reminded me of the maxim that we're only ever four meals away from anarchy, at least on this side of the Atlantic. Read on:
Riots: Remember the Four Meal Rule
Britain is only ever four meals away from anarchy. So says MI5 and they know a thing or two about public order.
It's a powerful maxim and one that reminds us that lurking in the inner recesses of the minds of many of the people who might pass us every day in the street is the thought that given half a chance, they'd change all this.
Most of the time, most people don't riot. Regular meals, satellite TV, reasonable prospects and faint hope keep anarchic feelings at bay. Rioting takes effort and planning.
But apparent calm can change all too quickly. Witness the behaviour after a cargo ship spewed up its contents on the south coast of England a few years ago.
Within hours, apparently respectable people could be seen carting off consumer goods. One chap trundled off with a motorbike.
Other people's behaviour often determines our own. We make think we're individuals but given the right circumstances, many of us could behave badly.
LinkWe should all stand in awe that things always seems to work so well, and that the infrastructure issues that fail us are rare.
Instead we appear to be cynical and mistrustful of the systems, both public and private, that make it all happen.
That's because we only remember when they don't.
The sole item in this morning's post was a brown envelope marked 'HM Revenue & Customs'.
Most Brits will be familiar with the feeling that the cold, clammy hand of the tax inspector has just gripped them on the back of the neck when such a letter lands.
True to form it seems that I owe them some money. They've kindly agreed to extract it from me over the twelve months of the next tax year.
There's a lot of taxation about the place, but representation seems in devilishly short supply.
Anyway, I'm not going to start dumping tea in a convenient harbour.
I do have some standards. ;)
They've kindly agreed to extract it from me over the twelve months of the next tax year.
Extract it? They take it, or expect you to remit it per their schedule?
Anyway, I'm not going to start dumping tea in a convenient harbour.
I do have some standards. ;)
Meh, it worked for us.
Extract it? They take it, or expect you to remit it per their schedule?
Extract it... well, it's akin to dentistry. :eek:
A code is sent to employer or pension company by HMRC so that tax is paid at source.
You get what's left. :mad:
So you can't pay it with money you win with bar bets, card games, or playing pool. Better start uploading backyard critter video and hope it goes viral then you make more money that a stock photo of an egg. :thumb:
So you can't pay it with money you win with bar bets, card games, or playing pool.
It would probably be OK to send them a cheque and discharge your liabilities.
I think Dad did that on one occasion a few years ago.
My worry would be that not only would they cash the cheque they'd
still collect payment at source.
HMRC is not an organisation noted for efficiency and getting a refund isn't a task for the faint hearted.
Yeah, I went through that shit with the IRS. I'd cashed in one of my pensions, it wasn't very big but they withheld $300 in tax. But when I filed my taxes the IRS couldn't find any record of that $300. I didn't want to argue because that would have triggered an audit so I just paid the $300.
Three years later they sent me a letter saying they found the $300, and sign one of the four enclosed forms and we'll send you a check. The first form said I'm sorry I fucked up but I'm cool now. The other three forms were similar but they all said it was my fault. I refused to sign any of they because it definitely wasn't my fault. I'd give them $300 to make them go away, but I would not take the blame for their malfeasance. That's the way I roll.
They sent me a check anyway but when I opened it the damn thing was for over $400. I thought if I cash this damn thing they're going to nail my hide to a wall. But when I investigated it was interest of a little over $100 on $300 for three years. Interest rates were sky high at the time, I saw mortgages of 16 and 18%. Ouch
The saga goes on.
Four weeks and two days since my last letter from HMRC, the curse of the tax inspector has struck again. It's a notice of coding for the FY 2019-20.
It seems that I shall being contributing more to the public purse next time round. Who would have thought that?
The letter states 'Please check the information below. If it's right, you don't need to do anything'.
And that, dear reader, is just the problem. If I could say that it is correct I'd be a tax lawyer working for a firm registered in the Cayman Islands.
I think I can say in all honesty that I'm reasonably financially astute but I find HMRC's methods absolutely baffling.
I'm not a betting man, but I'd be willing to wager a fiver that there'll be another letter once the new FY has bedded in. Mid May is my guess.
Yours sincerely,
Baffled of Buckinghamshire
Usual Wednesday grocery run this morning.
The first thing I saw on entering Tesco was large pallet loads of Rowntree and Cadbury chocolate tubs. You know, the sort of thing you have at Christmas.
There was nothing to indicate that they are part of the usual Christmas 'stuff' but they will be continually in stock until then.
Priced at £4 now they will increase to £5 in a few weeks time and remain so if previous years are anything to go by.
It's another eighteen weeks to Christmas, it's a beautiful summer's day, half the country is on holiday and the schools don't go back for another fortnight or so, yet they're shoving the festering season at us already.
And don't start me on the way people dispose of their trolleys/carts...
BTW £1 = $1.21.
Don't you do Halloween?
Unfortunately, yes!
However, the tubs of chocolates have been, for many years, associated with Christmas which seems to start earlier every year.
The usual pattern is for them to appear just inside the entrance at Tesco and eventually they'll move to the ends of aisles close to all the other seasonal delights complete with Christmas merchandising.
I suppose it's a comparatively low key start to the annual binge but more seasoned shoppers recognise it for what it is.
Anyway, the temperature this weekend is forecast to rise to 29C/84F.
Melted chocolate anyone? ;)
Anyway, the temperature this weekend is forecast to rise to 29C/84F.
Average high temperatures in Philly are June - 29/84, July - 32/89, August - 31/87
We have air conditioning, it's lovely
Also, I have the A/C set at 80 F and it's 86 F outside, but when in come in the front door it's like stepping into a refrigerator because of low humidity. No shit, it's unreal.
Irritations are, almost by definition, pretty trivial so you have been warned.
(i) I recently renewed my passport and the chances of it being used for its intended purpose are about four fifths of the square root of damn all.
The trouble is that the rules surrounding financial transactions and any dealings with the dark forces of officialdom require the victim to provide umpteen different forms of identification.
It's for this reason that I go down the passport route.
The application fee, photo and tracked mail came to over £100 (c. $128) which borders on extortion.
On the other hand the chap staring out of the document no longer resembles a South American drugs lord.
No, I now look more like an international embezzler and time share salesman.
I view it as long overdue social advancement.
(ii) Why does the apparently mundane task of inserting a duvet into a cover descend into the soft furnishings version of a cage fight?
(iii) Every couple of months I receive a catalogue from Simply Home Entertainment.
I suppose that I must have bought something from them in the past but I haven't got a clue what.
There are usually a number of smaller catalogues and leaflets within and this morning's batch included ads for stairlifts, a prepaid funeral plan and various aids to living for those in their later years.
What do they know that I don't? :eek:
ETA Also included was a leaflet enquiring 'Who will look after your cat when you pass away'?
(ii) Why does the apparently mundane task of inserting a duvet into a cover descend into the soft furnishings version of a cage fight?
You probably already know this system, being from a country that believes in duvet covers instead of one-piece comforters... but this video saved me a lot of duvet-related misery (at least until I got rid of the damn thing, having only accidentally bought it in the first place.)
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Many thanks for that, Clod!
That will help enormously.
Such was the struggle I had, more than one discouraging word was heard on the range that night.
Ta! :thumb:
OK, woman in video, the thing the duvet goes on is -surprisingly enough, called a duvet. The opening should go at the foot of the bed (waits for massive cellar argument about correct placement of duvet cover opening...) and why would it have a zipper? it's sheet material.
I turn my cover inside out (if it's not still inside out from when I took it off and washed it), then put my arms inside and grab the two corners furthest from the opening one in each hand. then I shrug the cover down over my arms and over the duvet so it turns the right way around as it goes and the top two corners stay correctly positioned. But I can see how the rolling method would work too and might try it someday to see if I like it better. But the bedding is already changed and washed for this week.
A King of Queens moment:
Pointing in one guys general vicinity, the star says: ...and the wife said don't get any crumbs on the duvet.
Other guy: What's a duvet?
Star: I don't know, but she was pointing over there when she said it
On Monday an instantly recognisable letter (UK Dwellars will shudder) from HMRC landed on the mat, the latest in a saga. (Post #6604 et seq)
A few months ago my tax code was adjusted so that more tax was taken because I hadn't paid enough during FY 2018-19.
That's supposedly an arithmetical fact and not a debating point according to the taxman.
On Monday of this week I received another letter saying that I had paid too much tax for FY2018-19 and a refund would be made.
Today (Thursday) I've received yet another missive altering my tax code to take less tax for the current FY, at least I think that's what it says.
They always include a killer clause which says if the calculation is correct you don't need to do anything, but if it's wrong and I don't say anything because I don't know it's wrong, I suppose that could be held against me in the future.
Will it never end?
The tax man said my return was wrong by $300 because they couldn't find $300 that had been withheld on a pension buyout with a previous employer.
The buyout was part of a divorce action so I said screw it and paid the $300.
Three years later the found the $300 and said they would refund it plus three years interest. All I had to do is sign one of the four forms and send it back.
Each of the four forms was worded differently and described four different scenarios, but they all said it was my fault not theirs. :facepalm:
Why are dick's irritating you?
Ouchie bro, try some grease
[threaddrift] How do you wash a “one-piece comforter”? Or do you have a sheet between you and said “comforter”? [/threaddrift]
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Nowadays there are impeller washing machines (no agitator) for home use with a large enough capacity to handle them (I have a king size comforter). Otherwise, use a nearby self-service laundromat which has industrial tumbler washing machines. Those come big enough to handle several comforters. I draw the line at hand washing them in the bathtub.
Impeller vs AgitatorNowadays there are impeller washing machines (no agitator) for home use with a large enough capacity to handle them (I have a king size comforter). Otherwise, use a nearby self-service laundromat which has industrial tumbler washing machines. Those come big enough to handle several comforters. I draw the line at hand washing them in the bathtub.
Impeller vs Agitator
pretty much the same way as you would a duvet.... depends on the filling, but if the decoration is very fancy, you're pretty screwed. So generally not very often. in my experience, people do tend to put sheets between themselves and the comforter. All Hail The (non-feather) Duvet. IMO.
[threaddrift] How do you wash a “one-piece comforter”? Or do you have a sheet between you and said “comforter”? [/threaddrift]
My queen size summer-weight comforter, I just toss it in the washer and use the 'delicates' cycle, that cycle uses low agitation. It seems to work fine.
I don't use a sheet betwixt me and it. It's all I ever have on the bed, and I have no heat in my bedroom, but then again, it don't get nearly as cold here in south central Kentucky as I imagine it does in bonnie Scotland.
Wash the comforter? Good grief, next thing you'll be washing the sheets too.:eek:
Sleeping without a top sheet is insane to me. What do you do when you get hot under the comforter, but not quite so hot that you want to be completely exposed to the air?
Millennials were killing the "sheets" industry
In fact, top sheets are there to get wadded up all the way at the bottom.
What do you do when you get hot under the comforter, but not quite so hot that you want to be completely exposed to the air?
Pull it down some. Not exactly a brain sprainer...
But then the bottom half is still too hot and the top half too cold.
what is this mushy mealy abomination of an apple I am eating? It's peak apple season! Any apple you eat now should be an epicurean delight.
An apple that looks good after being handled, transported, and stored...
grown for shelf appeal, not epicurean delight.
Facebook and Youtube are censoring posts and unpublishing videos containing the name "Eric Ciaramella" -- but the name was published elsewhere in media and so it is already revealed information
I understand their instinct, but censorship doesn't work.
They're probably more concerned about being targeted for lawsuits (or worse) if anything happens to the whistleblower because he was outed.
CIA whistleblower should've known to use a dog whistle.
They're probably more concerned about being targeted for lawsuits (or worse) if anything happens to the whistleblower because he was outed.
Yeah, this. It isn't too far-fetched that he'll be targeted.
First amendment overrides.
In lawsuits perhaps (still costs to defend); but, not boycotts (or worse).
Dollars to donuts Twitters move was a business decision to get a leg up on the competition.
It's shocking to me that these companies (YouTube is Google, FFS) don't understand the Internet.
Once information is in one location, it is in all locations. That's the Internet.
Censoring legitimizes the information. We expect that the information is true and wildly important to know because the biggest sources reacted to it. It causes many people to instinctively consider that thing they don't know, and to pursue it. Streisand effect.
Twitter is permitting it
Well sure, they've got Alexa on Twitter to protect them. ;)
First amendment overrides.
Overrides what?
The ability to prosecute somebody for printing news
I understand their instinct, but censorship doesn't work.
It kind of does, in that I knew for days that the name was "out" but hadn't actually seen it until you posted it here. On the one hand, I'm not someone out looking for the information so I can whack him--that person will find it the minute it's available. On the other, there's a certain percentage of lazy internet harassers who wouldn't necessarily go to the trouble of death threats, etc. unless the information is readily available to them.
His name was going to come out eventually. I just really, really hope the guy is deeply hidden with good security detail.
This does give people more ability to whack him.
But more importantly, it gives people a critical detail that will allow them to investigate and report parts of the story previously not available to the public.
I would expect his employer to be able to protect him ~ as long as he represents their interests, that is ~
Once the whistleblower is positively ID'd, the President can revoke their security clearance. Without a security clearance, the whistleblower will lose their job. Their former employer will no longer be responsible for providing protection. The whistleblower will be dependent on local law enforcement for protection like anyone else. After a whistleblower has served people's immediate interests, that's what they could be headed for.
The questions would then be whether or not anyone would ever trust a whistleblower enough to fight for their reinstatement under a subsequent Administration and would anyone, any longer, even care.
Snitches oughta get stitches.
That's all I know about it.
In federal service there's a concept called Redress of Wrongs. In the military, it's codified as Redress Of Wrongs by the Commander. One must essentially give their boss, who they think did something wrong, a chance to take remedial action before complaining to anyone else.
If the result of the redress is unsatisfactory, then it's understood that the complainant is free to take it to anyone and everyone else. Saving your job is not generally accepted as a reason to bypass a redress. Physical harm would be.
Many have confronted Trump and lost; or, quit their jobs without being physically harmed. If the whistleblower went to the IG without having informed Trump of perceived wrongdoing, the whistleblower might never be trusted in government service again. We'll never know if the whistleblowers redress would have convinced Trump to reverse course. It seems that Presidents have reversed course on bigger decisions.
Yeah, because Trump is know for following all the traditions in government.
He hasn't whacked anyone (as far as we know). :lol:
Back in the summer I made the mistake of ordering from the boingboing store 3 womens T-shirts for $9.54 each on sale with free shipping. They were being shipped from China and one arrived with paperwork saying $10. OK, for 46 cents no big deal but where are the other two shirts? Email to Luvyle and get unintelligible gobbledygook back but in a couple weeks the other two arrive along with this...
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I asked a couple women if they wanted them and the response was, "Stockings?" with shrieking laughter.
Two days ago I got an email saying order number xxxxxx, three shirts at $9.54 each has shipped but may take 20 days.
Emailed Lucyle saying I got these in September, I don't want any more.
Got back, have shipped have a nice day.
Emailed I won't pay for more shirts.
Got back, a transcription of the entire tracking record of the September shipment + have a nice day.
But it doesn't say they didn't ship them again. :facepalm:
We used to wear panty hose when hunting the early part of deer season. It works to keep the ticks off. No, really.
There was usually one of us that issued The Plea:
If one of you bastards shoots me, peel these damn panty hose off me before you take me to the ER.
Good idea but these are only a little above the ankle high socks they call stockings.
I bought a long sleeve tick proof shit that was like $60 bucks and I imagine bottoms would be more, so using pantyhose is a smart move. :thumb:
After fishing we'd do a thorough tick check on each other. We called it playing doctor. :blush:
Not you, you, but, you'll get the idea.:D
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Not you, you, but, you'll get the idea.:D
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:jig:
have sent this to Twil a number of times. Her eyeroll muscles are getting really strong!
Ah, got an email tonight apologizing for a glitch in there system but it's all better now.
That probably means 33 shirts will arrive at some point. :smack:
I've been forced to replace the 10 four foot fluorescent fixtures in my basement as they are dying and can't get tubes for them anyway. The LED fixtures at Lowe's/Home Depot run about $45 each. A couple weeks ago I bought a 4-pak off Amazon for $48. At $12 each I didn't expect much and quite surprised they are super bright, 5' cord, hanging chains/hooks, and pull chain switch. The only thing missing was the reflector but I can use the reflector from the dead light fixtures although they don't need it.
Cool get more... this morning they're $67. :smack:
I bought a long sleeve tick proof shit
the mind boggles
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Perfect! You are mildly irritating me today.
Perfect! You are mildly irritating me today.
Mjölnir stirs...
snigger. This is mildly amusing me rn
snigger. This is mildly amusing me rn
I'm sorry, you seem to be in the wrong thread...:D
I'm irritated because my brand new truck (only 10,000 miles) has 1/2" of oil in the coolant expansion tank. Thee are several causes for this, none good or cheap to fix. I am therefore stranded at a hotel in Mechanicsburg PA until further notice. The shop kicked the repair to the dealer who kicked it to the engine manufacturer. No word on a cause or estimate for repairs. Sigh.
...in Mechanicsburg...
Quoted for irony.
I'm sorry bout ur enjun.
Sounds irritating.
My new "all season" tires for my Subaru are complete shit in the snow. Pete did the leg work on this one and they assured her that these were good in the snow even though they don't pass the eye test. This car was brilliant in the snow in her original tires. Nice job turning a great car into a piece of shit.
Mechanicsburg PA
Not Carlisle?
Anyway, my old home town. That big-ass high school on Rt 11, that was my school. And if it's really Carlisle, that McDonalds across from the Petro, I worked there and it was hilarious for a summer.
Close enough. I'm going by the terminal mailing address. I'm right by the Flying J and the ABF yard. I found out today that my truck is in York. It seems that there is a pinhole leak in the #1 cylinder. So it's being resleeved, under warranty, and should be driveable on Monday sometime. A whole week wasted. Sigh.
I honestly think they want to call it Mechanicsburg cos of the trucks...! If only Carlisle had been named Trucklisle everything would be fine.
People used to come into that McDonald's and say it was the worst McDonald's they had ever been in. We were proud. And since then I have been in ghetto McDonald's, and we were better than that, but still. Keeping a truck stoppy McD's up to snuff isn't easy.
Plus, it was the summer they were testing Chicken McNuggets out, for the first time, in Pittsburgh only. So people used to get off the turnpike and ask for McNuggets and when we told them we didn't have them, they would get all sad.
Good times
You know what happens if you go into a McDonalds and say, hey I worked here 35 years ago? They don't give a shit, is what.
You know what happens if you go into a McDonalds and say, hey I worked here 35 years ago? They don't give a shit, is what.
LOL. I can picture the exchange perfectly.
Meanwhile, the infant behind the counter looks around the register for the button for that...
Meanwhile, the infant behind the counter looks around the register for the button for that...
That just describes my work day sometimes..... *******[SIZE="1"]sigh[/SIZE]*****
You know that thing, where you're working with a group of people to get something done, and you can clearly see it isn't going to happen--not because of anything the group did, but just because outside realities make the thing the group wants impossible--but the group doesn't want to believe the thing is impossible, and are determined to waste huge amounts of time and resources fighting right up to the very bitter end? And you just have to go along with it, because you're part of the group, even though it is painfully obvious to you that this thing is 100% dead in the water?
So, yeah. That.
Just hope what the group does makes enough noise, a big enough splash, to draw people's interest so it may be possible in the future.
Not that kind of thing. This group wants a corporation to sign a legal document as a favor to the group, even though it doesn't benefit the corporation one bit and potentially is a liability for them. The risk of the liability is extremely small, but that's irrelevant--the corporation has absolutely no reason to get in the middle of it, and won't.
Suggest group spends $$/effort on getting CEO drunk?
Excellent idea, one photo of the CEO passed out, with empty bottles and several naked ladies in attendance, is very persuasive. Likely his wife won't believe it if there's more than one lady, but his peers and stockholders would.
Call it operation Bill Cosby.
TBH, more than
mildly irritating, but anyway...
Last Thursday's power cut during one of our recurrent bouts of
bad weather wasn't exactly unpredictable but UK Power Networks seems incapable of using even a smidgen of common sense.
Each winter seems to come as a surprise to them and when flying chunks of tree hit overhead lines they are faced with often very difficult repair jobs.
They never seem to expend any effort in trimming back trees which are close to power lines during the summer months. Perhaps it's cheaper to wait for the inevitable.
Surely an ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure?
Incidentally, when the supply was restored after about twelve hours, my wireless router was as dead as a Norwegian Blue.
Despite my best endeavours nothing would resurrect it so I did what I always do at moments of crisis, I went and made a cup of tea. :)
Strangely, when I wandered back into my man cave about half an hour later, it was working and has been ever since.
Perhaps your attempts to reactivate were indistinguishable from the previous power company chaos to the router, and it went into this too shall pass mode.
Heh, my routers/modems have usually gone into 'This shall not pass!!' mode...
Heh, my routers/modems have usually gone into 'This shall not pass!!' mode...
Mine is now in "Working well, leave it alone" mode. ;)
It's 0320 and I'm wide awake.
I've just been woken up by a police helicopter (distinctive sound) that hasn't moved more than a few hundred yards in the last ten minutes.
Presumably there's good reason for it to be out at this time of night, but it's still an irritating nuisance and it's getting louder again!
They're probably chasing a COVID-19 carrier who's escaped quarantine. Don't open your doors.
It's 0320 and I'm wide awake.
I've just been woken up by a police helicopter (distinctive sound) that hasn't moved more than a few hundred yards in the last ten minutes.
Presumably there's good reason for it to be out at this time of night, but it's still an irritating nuisance and it's getting louder again!
nothing like the sound of a hovering chopper to help me sleep..... well ok, boat engines, vacuum cleaners, thunderstorms, washing machines.....
can you sleep better knowing it will probably spot the bad guy before they break in to your house? what?
Or prompt him/her/them to break it to grab a hostage.
The phone rang at 0725 today.
A call before about 0900 is usually an urgent matter if not a full blown emergency.
Having rushed to answer I was greeted with the usual call centre noises associated with a scam.
It didn't take long to confirm what I suspected so I brought the call to an end PDQ.
We haven't had a great number in the last couple of weeks but I believe that this might be due to a recent edition of Panorama exposing their methods.
Spying on the Scammers
Panorama
Hundreds of thousands of people fall victim to scams in the UK every year.
Many are run from criminal call centres in India, where teams of fraudsters operate around the clock.
Now Panorama has obtained hacked CCTV footage from inside one scam call centre that shows exactly how it works.
Reporter Rajini Vaidyanathan tracks down the man behind the crime and the British victims who have been conned.
Most of the programme was based on the work of 'Jim Browning' an IT professional who invests a great deal of time and effort in exposing the scammers.
Fascinatingly, by hacking into the call centre's own CCTV system he was able to see the person he was talking to.
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I think that some of the scammers ended being rather more irritated than me.
Not before time.
LINK Not viewable outside the UK but the relevant material is all in Browning's YouTube channel.
I AM THE GREAT CORNHOLIO!!!!
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So, in the interests of maintaining a clean bunghole, I went out early this morning in search of toilet paper. At 7:00.
WalMart looked like Christmas eve. I had to park a good four hundred feet from the door. When I topped the hill coming upon WalMart, I saw the parking lot full to the gills and said 'Well, this can't be good.', and it wasn't. No paper products except plates and bowls. No tp, no tissue, no paper towels. But, they did have large rolls of bubble wrap on the ends of three aisles.:eek:
Dollar General Market wasn't open yet, but there was like 25 cars in the parking lot. I almost took a spot, thinking maybe these ppl know something I don't. I continued on.
Piggly Wiggly had three six-packs of paper towels. I took one, another guy came around the corner of the aisle and took another. He looked at them, looked at me, and said 'Close enough.' I said 'Me too.' And I went home.
The paper towels prolly won't flush well, but I got a 3 gallon bucket with a lid that may get pressed into service as a poopypaper receptacle.
And I have an emergency roll (¾) under the back seat in GrandCherokeeOne.
Close enough.
I have Cornholio still sealed in the factory packaging.
Might have to open it and use the packaging...Don't forget to grit yer teeth, because cardboard.
I'm thinking about going out to the country and picking up a bunch of corncobs...
Bear to Rabbit: Do you have problems with shit sticking to your fur?
Rabbit : Nope!
Bear :::wipes arse with rabbit:::
Fortunately I have so far managed to avoid the great bog roll brouhaha.
Some months ago it became evident that my 1992 car was unlikely to pass its MoT (annual test) so I took the plunge and ordered a new vehicle.
I knew that there would be a delay in delivery of the new car so I did a 'mega shop' before parting company with old faithful some weeks before the current panic set in. This, by great good fortune, included a fair number of loo rolls so we're OK for a while.
However, there's always a downside. I'm having to go into town by train and return burdened by bags of other shopping twice a week.
I'm finding it a bit of a struggle, to be honest.
BTW, Gravdigr's experience at Walmart was similar to mine in Tesco on Tuesday.
There was not a single loo roll, box of tissues or roll of kitchen towel to be seen.
It's a substantial aisle and normally stocked from floor to ceiling.
Anyway, onward and upward. :)
I buy toilet paper online, UPS delivers, single ply, 100% recycled, 96 rolls/case. Living alone that's good for years. I stopped at the Supermarket on the way home from the doctors yesterday, bottled water and paper roll products looked like the only thing they didn't have. Oh, and organic bananas, I don't buy them but noticed the display was empty.
My local Giant finally had some TP yesterday. Individual rolls of Scottissue in loose paper wrapping, maximum two per customer.
That's the stuff you can read the newspaper through.
That stuff's John Wayne toilet paper, won't take shit off nobody!
The (loud) music in this doctor's office waiting room is about 75% Michael Jackson. Which to me is weirder than 100% Michael Jackson. Like, "Celebration" just played in between ABCs (Jackson Five, technically, but I say it counts) and "Eat It," but when "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" slipped in about 15 minutes ago, it faded out early, unless I'm wildly misremebering how long that song is. And now we're on some B track I don't even know, but it's definitely Michael Jackson. Utterly bizarre.
.. Like, "Celebration" just played in between ABCs (Jackson Five, technically, but I say it counts) and "Eat It," ...
Wait just a Weird Al minute there young lady.
Ha! Admittedly, I know more lyrics to the Weird Al version.
Gout. In my right big toe.
Maximum sympathy brother.
I actually thought I broke my toe... In my sleep (sleep walking and kicking big rocks with my bare sleeping feet???)
I changed out the leader hose on my hose reel, and somehow shredded my right thumb and first two fingers although I can't figure out how, couldn't find any sharp bits. Son had to come help, h emerged unscathed. My skin is thin but.... :( Now eveything I touch smarts. Especially potato chips. and the mouse.
(it exploded with out warning yesterday, I happened to be sat right by it in a place I don't normally sit, and fortunately/unbelievably didn't get showered, but was able to turn the water off so we didn't wake to a flood and huge water bill ....no good luck goes unrevenged, I guess....)
I have noticed that the final syllable 'ed' seems to have disappeared from a number of words.
I have seen examples such as:
I am not bias.
He is vex.
They are prejudice.
The
Bucks Free Press, not a noted journal of record, included the headline 'Woman who text police officer to offer him drugs is jailed...'
Last but not least is 'use' as in 'I use to go'.
I do not profess papal infallibility when it comes to the use of English, either spoken or written, but atleast I try to get it right and am successful alot of the time.
I think that maybe an element of patois creeping in via the youthdem
Notice all of those words end in an S sound ("text" technically ends in a T, but I'd argue the T sound already disappeared in deference to the S sound before it a while ago.)
Anything hard to pronounce gets weeded out of language like a bad evolutionary mutation. I once did narration on an educational program with fractions, and was told to stop clearly pronouncing the words because the kids wouldn't understand. So it was "sikss" for "sixths," "fiths" for "fifths," etc. "Fourths" was already replaced everywhere with "quarters," which I found oddly infuriating.
Anything hard to pronounce gets weeded out of language like a bad evolutionary mutation.
I once did narration on an educational program with fractions, and was told to stop clearly pronouncing the words because the kids wouldn't understand.
So it was "sikss" for "sixths," "fiths" for "fifths," etc.
"Fourths" was already replaced everywhere with "quarters," which I found oddly infuriating.
I don't think that I have ever seen or heard 'fourths' used instead of quarters, on this side of the Atlantic, although it has the merit of consistency.
Just my 25c worth.
I see what you did there.
To play off of putting in one's two cents, one could also represent a quarter by saying: Just my two bits worth.
(e.g. Shave and a haircut, two bits.)
we don't want to hear about your two bits.
It was very weird to move here and hearing people use "one fourth" or "three fourths" instead of quarters. Like stepping back in time. (Then I realized that was the least of my worries in that respect).
I still won't do it. I'll even use "gotten" sometimes but I haven't sunk to saying fourth instead of quarter. Yet.
But, four quarters don't make a whole.
Four quarters makes a dollar.
:D
Four Quarters make a Hole if you leave them in your pocket long enough.
Things that sting when you have multiple tiny but bloody lacerations on your fingers and thumb:
chips/crisps
a COVID quality soapy hand wash
chopping onions
sunblock
citronella oil for torches
I don't think that I have ever seen or heard 'fourths' used instead of quarters, on this side of the Atlantic, although it has the merit of consistency.
Just my 25c worth.
What do you call the last half of the last half? Which quarter is that?
What do you call the last half of the last half? Which quarter is that?
That's the fourth quarter, not the fourth fourth.
chips/crisps
a COVID quality soapy hand wash
chopping onions
sunblock
citronella oil for torches
That looks like a really fucked up recipe.:lol2:
a COVID quality soapy hand wash
Oh, man. We finally got good toilet paper back, but we're still going through the COVID-quality paper towels. They are awful.
I saw what you did there.
You can put a link in the other thread to this one. I've gotten a few twofers that way.
It's okay. The tagline had a damn typo in it anyway.
That looks like a really fucked up recipe.:lol2:
I added raw chicken juice to the list. mmm-mmmmmhhhh
*Sigh*... There are bigger problems in the world right now, I know. But when everything is crazy and you're already on the brink all the time, sometimes the unexpected little things hit way harder than they should.
My stupid gym is going through Chapter 11, and is closing my location for good. Memberships are a minimum of one year, and they are issuing no refunds during the closure, so they still have all our money--which means they were in such a precarious financial position that three months of no new memberships was enough to put them under. Irresponsible fuckers. Of course, since a couple of their locations will theoretically re-open, they think I can just drive 20 miles south and won't be issuing any refunds for permanent closures, either.
And it's not about the money, anyway. I paid up front to get the discount, so the money's already long gone, budget-wise, and won't be a continuing drain month-to-month. It's the physical location that was key: right across the highway from my kids' school, no excuse for skipping a workout immediately after dropping them off in the mornings. The summers were a wash, but 9 months out of the year I was going 3-4 times a week and doing really well with my overall joint strength, which needs constant maintenance just to function normally. Three months into COVID, I can already feel my knees starting to fuck up again, even though I'm taking morning walks around the neighborhood, because stiff legs on hard pavement don't work out the right stabilization muscles. I can do the "right" physical-therapy approved exercises at home with stretchy bands and the like, but I don't want to. That was the whole point of the gym, to shoehorn it into my routine so I couldn't look across the room at the stretchy bands from my nice comfy chair and say "fuck it." I had a good thing going, and now I have to come up with a new plan, and it sucks.
My one glimmer of hope is that the building itself is super-specialized, including a long skinny lap pool, and maybe a new gym will take the space. I'd gladly pay double membership if it means I can get my location back if/when the schools re-open--which realistically isn't going to happen by August anyway. Texas is about to hit its real surge, and all the things that say they're re-opening in July are going to stay closed when reality comes knocking. The permanent nature of my gym's closure won't even really be a thing that matters for the rest of 2020, at least, so I was going to have to come up with a new plan regardless. I'm just tired, and mildly irritated. That's all.
Rush Limbaugh is still on the radio.
Minifobette's laptop up and died, halfway through the second day of (distance learning) school.
So I rushed to set her up on my old laptop, and 30 minutes into her next class, the speakers stopped working--prompting me to remember why exactly it was that I got a new laptop for myself way back when. >:(
So now she's on my current laptop, which means I can't do the work I'm supposed to be doing, either now or indefinitely into the future, until we get hers fixed/replaced.
That's very frustrating. I wish I could help.
Does your old laptop have Bluetooth? If so, you may be able to play it through Bluetooth headphones, speakers (Amazon Echo devices do Bluetooth connections too); or, even your smartphone speaker by linking the phone to the old laptop. It's easy to forget about built-in Bluetooth capability if you're always using Wi-Fi.
I'll have to give that a shot--I'm not actually certain whether it's the speakers themselves or the sound card that's dodgy, but she does have Bluetooth headphones that she uses regularly.
Further troubleshooting on her own laptop has revealed that the problem is her DC power jack. It's apparently become damaged inside from aggressively plugging and unplugging it all the time--we can get it to charge and power up, but only if the cord stays in one exact, precarious position. The new part is supposed to get here Thursday, and meanwhile we've got it fully charged and turned off so she can get as far as possible through the day tomorrow.
I don't think this qualifies as my bum being scorched or my groove being stoned, or whatever the phrases are, so I'll have to content myself with being mildly irritated.
I've lost count of the number of times I have recently received a phone call supposedly from Amazon's security department.
It's the usual spiel with the caller announcing his or her name followed by a kind enquiry as to my state of health and general well being.
In a moment of annoyance the phrase 'bunch of crooks' passed my lips.
There may also have been a rather immoderate qualifying adjective before those few words.
Gentle reader, I will spare you the gruesome details. ;)
We all have inquiring minds please enlighten us.
My mother-in-law received a chunk of bamboo from China, some kind of address scheme... annoying. We have enough Chinese invasive species without this kind of nonsense.
Griff, I don't understand.... She randomly got mailed some bamboo? From China? For what purpose?
And to her or her business?
I don't think this qualifies as my bum being scorched or my groove being stoned, or whatever the phrases are, so I'll have to content myself with being mildly irritated.
I've lost count of the number of times I have recently received a phone call supposedly from Amazon's security department.
It's the usual spiel with the caller announcing his or her name followed by a kind enquiry as to my state of health and general well being.
In a moment of annoyance the phrase 'bunch of crooks' passed my lips.
There may also have been a rather immoderate qualifying adjective before those few words.
Gentle reader, I will spare you the gruesome details. ;)
"Gentle reader", pffft.
Coarse busybodies want to know too.
Her home address which is her business address. There was a weird seed mailing thing from China. This may be the next iteration? The return address was an American address for Chinese shipping. I should have taken down the info. We told her to burn it.
Everything I've read indicates it's a mild form of identity theft--they ship something to your address so that you can be a "verified purchase" from their company, and then they leave a fake positive review for their company from your account. Best to change your Amazon password.
Thanks for that. I’ll pass that on to Lil’ Pete who walks Gramma through all technology issues.
Her home address which is her business address. There was a weird seed mailing thing from China. This may be the next iteration? The return address was an American address for Chinese shipping. I should have taken down the info. We told her to burn it.
Yes, way back when the inch was still very inchy I took a master gardener course via Cornell Cooperative Extension. During one of the modules they went over how US soybeans are a hella important crop and we are the only country that doesn't have soybean rust. Apparently DHS makes it their business to be sure eco terrorists don't try to bring nasty plant shit into the US. That was about 2004 0r 2005,
Her home address which is her business address. There was a weird seed mailing thing from China. This may be the next iteration? The return address was an American address for Chinese shipping. I should have taken down the info. We told her to burn it.
oh! someone mentioned that on facebook that they got unsolicited seeds from China, but they were something else. Thanks for the explanation.
I hit a nest of ground wasps with the brush hog today. Bad idea.
Yeah, sounds like a bad idea. An underground nest usually calls for napalm or liquid nitrogen.
Or a nice moderate county in a non-adjacent state.
Yeah, sounds like a bad idea. An underground nest usually calls for napalm or liquid nitrogen.
I read squid nitrogen....
(I'm tired and chilling...... that's what the ghost of my stroke does in such circs....) :D
I got moles.
No, in the yard. How do you get rid of these?
well, i know one way to flush out a mole, at least:
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I got moles.
No, in the yard. How do you get rid of these?
Caddyshack is a good training film.
I got moles.
No, in the yard. How do you get rid of these?
Border Collie
I hit a nest of ground wasps with the brush hog today. Bad idea.
Best wasp/yellow jacket/hornet killer made. Mix 50:50 with water, put in a pump sprayer and hose them down. They drop like, well, flies. Actually they drop like small rocks that can no longer fly. Fewer toxic. Unless you are a Shitty bee-wanna be.
That's what she said.
Good tip though, I've also been told vegetable oil.
I got moles.
No, in the yard. How do you get rid of these?
Ya might try moth balls in the tunnels...
Ya might try gasoline in the tunnels...
Ya might try a product called
Critter Ridder...Might work on moles.
ETA: Nice to see you back, btw.
My favorite daily logic problem site is down. I suspect it won't be coming back. earlier in the year the number of daily puzzles was reduced to a fraction of its former self :( Guess I need to get a job.....
Like maybe building a for profit puzzle site...
Moles take some patience, but you can follow their progress across turf and such. A shovel stuck in their path will stop them and then bring 'em up.
Water will bring 'em easier than it will gophers.
Throw 'em in a bucket and toss in a nasty neighbor's place.
Dogs and cats only take one bite for some reason.
My favorite daily logic problem site is down. I suspect it won't be coming back. earlier in the year the number of daily puzzles was reduced to a fraction of its former self :( Guess I need to get a job.....
It's back :D
yay!
.... wait.. maybe you should try to solve the question as to why it was down. y'know, for extra credit.
yay!
.... wait.. maybe you should try to solve the question as to why it was down. y'know, for extra credit.
I did :) (try that is) ;)
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