What is pissing you off this time?
ok, I'll bite - politicians!
lol - ain't that the truth
footityfootfoot, but he can just join the club today
Are you having a bad day my little duckling? ;)
You just need to think happy thoughts and they will manifest themselves. It says to in The Secret.
Or go have a secret fuck? :D
States all around us pay ~ $22,000/yr in-state tuition at their state university. University of Illinois is $32,000/yr. It will actually be cheaper to pay out-of-state tuition at some other state U.
It's pissing me off. What a fucked up state.
I am having a hard time wrapping my head around those numbers, Pete. The inflation in health care is getting whomped by the inflation in education costs.
[SIZE=1][COLOR=Wheat] [COLOR=LemonChiffon]Another reason I'm glad I don't have kids.[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SIZE]
Another friend with breast cancer. WTF is it with this fucking disease? Every time a woman in her 40s get it, they are told they are "so young" and yet... all the women I know who've been diagnosed recently are in their 40s. with kids my age. In a school of 400 children, there have been t least 8 moms diagnosed in the past 5 years -and these are moms of the kids I know -my kids' peers, so it's probably more like only 200 children. Over 5% of families. Is that ridiculously high? or does it just seemlike it. I don't remember anyone's mom having breast cancer when i was a kid, but maybe it just wasn't talked about and they wore wigs :(
We're hitting that age where health becomes a thing.
I shop at Whole Foods on occasion, because they have things that I like. I just wish that fewer douchebags shopped there. Every time, it seems like the place is full of...mental midgets.
(Ha! I've missed that word.)
but maybe it just wasn't talked about and they wore wigs :(
They also didn't always have the screening options we have; many died quickly and brutally. The lady who would have been my mother-in-law (had she lived) was diagnosed in late September. She was dead by mid-December. She didn't 'believe' in doctors, you see.
I'm sorry about your friend, Monnie. Help her get through this.
I wish they'd stop lying and saying 40s is young. It's not. Seems to be the prime age, especially for the non chemo-reacting type.You're probably right, Pie, about the screening. But I didn't know anyone whose mom died either. Her poor daughter is 11/12, only child. awful. She's already had surgery, just starting chemo. ugh.
Sorry, I know I'm banging on, but if I can't here, where can I?
Fuck it.
My flood insurance jumped from $361 last year, to $1577 this year. :mad:
My flood insurance jumped from $361 last year, to $1577 this year. :mad:
That's what you get for building an Ark where everyone can see it, Bruce Almighty....
...oh wait....that were Evan Almighty, weren't it?
seriously, though....
did you file a claim or something?
Trolls. Godda** Trolls!! Arrrgh!
Boss and Coworkers , that is ALL at THIS Time
That's what you get for building an Ark where everyone can see it, Bruce Almighty....
...oh wait....that were Evan Almighty, weren't it?
seriously, though....
did you file a claim or something?
He retired. Now they're worried he's going to piss about so much it'll raise the water table.
My flood insurance jumped from $361 last year, to $1577 this year. :mad:
How did that happen? geez
That sucks, Bruce. I think they've been moving the flood zones around here and talking about fixing some of the levees. I don't know what my parents pay...they live off one of the main canals that empties into the Mississippi River.
My immediate and urgent ability to procrastinate.
My immediate and urgent ability to procrastinate.
Me too! Me too!
My immediate and urgent ability to procrastinate.
I was gonna say that, but I put it off...and now you've beat me to it.
Dude at work tells me "X" about a student's family two weeks ago. I think nothing of it, "X" is odd but well within the parameters of modern low SES life. I go to important meeting about student with his therapist. Dude skips meeting hmmm.... odd but we carry on. Over course of meeting "X" becomes known through bits of info from myself, therapist, and others around table. Due to previously unknown legal issue, Student now in danger of being dropped from program if "X" is what it appears to be. Bad things are now happening to kid because "X" can't be allowed to continue. Dude tells my supervisor that he wishes I had informed him of "X" before any of this occurred, so he could have helped out.
Dear Dude, Fuck You.
ASSSSSSSSSSSSSS
HOOOOOOOOOOOLE
Today we began our mission of only communicating with Dude through email so everything would be time-stamped. My co-teacher popped him an email about a child issue we discussed with him last week. He called and said we never informed him last week. <insert Lords name in vain here> Dude needs a puncture. Now I wonder how much he's been shitting on us at work since we're in a satellite location and he is 10 feet from our boss.
Here's to his timely downfall.
can we help to defame his character in any way?
have gay porn mags mailed to him at his work address?
That might be cleansing. I'll let you know if I need to up the ante.
Does it count as a grudge when the person continues to renew the stuff that pisses you off? You know, like once you are over it, they go and do something else shitty to you?
What's pissing me off? When I click on this thread, and Jinx's, "Good question", is the first post on the page. Now I have to back up a page to find out what the question was. :lol:
Does it count as a grudge when the person continues to renew the stuff that pisses you off? You know, like once you are over it, they go and do something else shitty to you?
I've got a bad feeling that I'll be considering this question down the road.
"There's an old saying in Tennessee — I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee — that says, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can't get fooled again."
Our plans for a secluded week's holiday for our wedding anniversary have just
gone tits up ...
You know what's worse than being at work until 12AM and running like a rented mule?
having some cocksucker waiting for you when you get back to work at 9 am the next morning.
you know what's worse than that?
another one right after that.
I hate today
You know what's worse? Tossing and turning all night because you're so exited about picking up your new car first thing in the morning, then having to wait for the damn finance dude to show up.:p:
kidding, but really.
fuck you
Getting Written up for some thing a Co worker has been doing for a Year or more,
Forgetting my laptop this Morning ,
Installing a scale at a customer site with a Custom Program ,
having Problems with said Program and having the Programmer tell me its in yer Email box ( Yo Butt head !!!! My Laptop is 2+ hrs away !!!!)
Its Monday , Just fucking Monday !
YUP - I hear ya Zip. Similar shit here...
I just took the hit for my immediate boss with the owner/asshole - AGAIN.
Got a good 5 minute non-stop screaming at which the entire office could hear. . .
That is STRIKE TWO. I am so close to the edge - so VERY VERY very effing close.
closer even than this ----><----
I dunno, if you're too dumb to do part of a process that is a part of the process that says you understand that part of the process, perhaps you are too dumb to take out money from that process.
*all process names were changed to protect the innocent processes, and to keep my name off any googlable processes...I don't think we're supposed to call people stupid. But they are. :(
It's even worse when your emails to other staff regarding the new process for the process are ignored, then everyone is like "WHAT new website?" Uh, that one I sent you three emails about. With a big red exclamation point.
Sigh...
Classic...I'm telling you, I'll rent you half the Unabomber Cabin, if you choose to go that route. ;)
We had to sign my mom up with Comcrap, since FIOS isn't available in her neighborhood yet. It will be available -- two months too late.
Unfortunately, I think we have a two-year commitment to the assholes over at comcast. :angry:
Classic...I'm telling you, I'll rent you half the Unabomber Cabin, if you choose to go that route. ;)
That may be too expense already ...
Unfortunately, I think we have a two-year commitment to the assholes over at comcast. :angry:
Double check with them - They have unknown short-term plans. Tell them you are renting the place for 2 months ...
Classic...I'm telling you, I'll rent you half the Unabomber Cabin, if you choose to go that route. ;)
That may be too expense already ...
Don't *rent* the Unabomber cabin when
the Amish will make one for you cheap - and deliver it to your custom location!
shhh, I was gonna buy the Unabomber Cabin, and charge c-man 20 bucks a week to sleep out behind it. How much could it cost to buy outright?
Though I do love me some Amish constructions. Actually, I already have one of those 'mini-barn' sheds depicted on the page. :blush: Well, and I don't think Amish made it.
Planning committee meetings.
I quite like planning overall. But sometimes it just goes on too fecking long. Session 1 started at 14:30 and went on til 17:10. Then broke for tea in the canteen. Session 2 started at 17:50 and went on til 21:30.
Wrangling over bloody wind turbines and change of usage on extant planning permissions. And because it's election time, every bloody ward councillor wants to come and speak for or against applications, and every damned application seems to bring a crowd of public observers and petitions.
Two hours is my limit in meetings. Then I start to get really grumpy and I wonder why everyone doesn't just shut the hell up!
:)
Dealing with a meta-client (client of a client, that is) who has no idea about any sense of personal respect and decency.
When I was doing contracting work we had a client who would sleep late and walk around half dressed for a few hours while we tried to work. It was distressing to some of the more delicate constitutions. There is a huge difference between a 25 year old buff nugget doing that and a mid 60s person with an extra 80-90 pounds.
Frickin' frackin' frackin' frickin' muscle spasm in my shoulder...AGAIN. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...
This means 3 days of pain, even when the spasm subsides. I get this about every couple months. It pisses me right the hell off.
The administrative assistant does no assisting.
The best bull calf we had died today :( Don't know why yet, most drop dead out of nowhere, means heart problem. Its always the best ones too... :(
Aww... that's really sad. Sorry vana.
Thats terrible to hear. How do you find out what happened? Do they run some tests or something?
Necropsy in the AM they will look for heart probs or bowel obstructions.The calf was not sick.
Dead calf> Bowel obstruction the intestine was twisted just a freak occurrence. :(
Everything on the screen has GONE LARGE.
I now have to scroll across to read things.
Especially annoying on eBay.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Everything on the screen has GONE LARGE.
I now have to scroll across to read things.
Especially annoying on eBay.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
hold down the ctrl key and press 0
Twisted Girl Throws Puppies in River
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**This video contains scenes of repeated animal cruelty**[/COLOR]
I fookin' hate more & more people all the time.
Not getting a call from Meijer to let me know if I've got a second interview. I'm getting doubtful now.
I hate it when I tease my neighbor's gila monster, and the cookie monster sneaks up and steals all my 2X4s.
You're not the only one...
Another coincidence:
NYTimes articledealing with morans (joke) who don't know that 3x7 cannot equal 6x3, even if you reverse the numbers.
And then being told that we're going to let them pay for 3x4 since it is cheaper than trying to explain to them that 3x4 (what they want to pay for) cannot contain 3x7, or 7x3 (which, eerily enough is the same!)
Then being told by the sales rep that I am "too complicated and technical"
Is the world populated by mentally deficient people? Did I go to some secret governmental experimental school where they did brain experiments on me and taught me basic math concepts? I mean I SUCK AT MATH. (I've told about this) But I know that 3x7, or 6x3 cannot ever equal 3x4.
The sales rep began to tell me what I need to do in order to be able to speak with the clients on their level, I interrupted her and suggested that I smoke a ton of pot and have a stroke.
FFS.
I am glad to be working though. And I'll be even gladder to be paid.
Is the world populated by mentally deficient people?
Yes.
And they are mean, too. Some stupid bitch was throwing puppies off a bridge.
I want to throw HER off a bridge.
Some stupid bitch was throwing puppies off a bridge.
I want to throw HER off a bridge.
Another one or are you referring to post #75?
Another one or are you referring to post #75?
Post #75. I didn't read it - I can't take any more cruelty to animals posts/pics.
Oh - DO NOT then. I now feel the same way - after seeing the damn thing.
Twisted Girl Throws Puppies in River
[COLOR="Red"]**This video contains scenes of repeated animal cruelty**[/COLOR]
I fookin' hate more & more people all the time.
First, to get the harsh comment out of the way ... I thought it was customary to put them in a bag first.
I can't decide who is more fucked up, the girl, or the person behind the camera who thought it would be cool to film the event.
My car is broken.. the wheel and everything attached to it PAST us whiel we were driving down the street. I can not afford this!
Is that the same car you banged into your house?
Yes, but the bang into the garage door barely even scratched the paint on my plastic bumper. The passanger back wheel is what came off while my husband was driving. The two are totally unrelated except for the fact they happened 30 min appart!
Right now,
this
It's like Google giving you an electroretinogram
It will not stop fucking raining! Our back porch has a couple inches of standing water already. Nevermind that we were supposed to get to take the kids out on a boat the day after tomorrow, at this point I'm starting to worry about flooding through the back door...
I'm glad that tornado missed you.:eek:
I'm not really pissed...just...I dunno...just wish I had a better timeframe.
Basically, I will be out in Kansas City until at least the end of this month, but possibly until December. Don't get me wrong...I volunteered to stay as long as necessary. I think the bosses in St. Louis could have a better idea though.
Based on how things have been going, I'd say maybe by the middle of next month, things should be stabilized.
Another week until I get paid!! That means I havent been paid for the past 2 weeks, the move cost me $1k more than I bargained for and I am paying rent and mortgage :::massive sad face:::
I am paying rent and mortgage :::massive sad face:::
Can definitely sympathise. Have you found tenants for your old place?
It will not stop fucking raining! Our back porch has a couple inches of standing water already. Nevermind that we were supposed to get to take the kids out on a boat the day after tomorrow, at this point I'm starting to worry about flooding through the back door...
If the rain keeps up, you may not get to take the kids out on a boat the day after tomorrow, you may
have to take the kids out on a boat the day after tomorrow.;)
Can definitely sympathise. Have you found tenants for your old place?
Yeah, they move in this weekend!
Im sooooo broke...but I will get through it without sponging off the dude or my parents.
Yeah, they move in this weekend!
Im sooooo broke...but I will get through it without sponging off the dude or my parents.
If it gets desperate, we can send you a casserole (or something)...
was just thinking if we were in Japan, we could send you food that needs to refrigerated via Koorubin which is the cold store postage. The vans were yellow and had a huge pelican on the side. It made me smile everytime I walked past one. The normal postage was called Yukokubin (if I remember correctly)and was written in more difficult to understand hiragana and kanji.
I'll tell you what's pissing me off this time.
My FARKING neighbour who has been burning off fuck knows what for the last two days. I'm about ready to go hose him down!
I'll tell you what's pissing me off this time.
My FARKING neighbour who has been burning off fuck knows what for the last two days. I'm about ready to go hose him down!
Ohhh, is that illegal up there? Apparently it is down here....
Before I moved, I thought I would burn the rose clippings and grass clippings in my little burn pile....woke up at 5am, so got it going before daylight and as I was standing out watching it around 8am (being responsible :) ), I heard the fire alarm ...thought to myself...they are doing their usual testing as it stopped pretty quickly....I keep poking the smouldering heap and heard a fair amount of traffic noise in the street.
Poke my head around the corner of the house and BAM!!! theres 2 fire trucks, and 10 fireman out the front...they all growled at me and told me I could be fined $265 for burning in my back yard and took my details.
Apparently my neighbours complained about "toxic smoke", I dragged one of the firemen back to show him what was causing the toxic smoke, but they still growled at me.
Casi - Thank you :) I have plenty of food, fuel is a bit of an issue, but I found a $10 note in my jeans (Woot!) so we should survive until Friday and I get paid.
I found a $10 note in my jeans (Woot!) so we should survive until Friday and I get paid.
Excellent!
It was the least I could do. :blush:
Ohhh, is that illegal up there? Apparently it is down here....
Yep it's illegal, but the cops don't seem to care too much as long as no one complains. They're just on the next street, so they would have been able to smell it.
They're not doing it today, so that's a blessing. I think they were burning a stump out although I'm not sure. Anyway, hopefully it's all done now.
Let me know if you need any help Ducky. I know moving is very expensive and I feel your pain. xo
That's just how they dispose of their hobos.
By the way, where's Shawnee?
That's just how they dispose of their hobos.
By the way, where's Shawnee?
Eaten by hobos.
Thanks guys :) and Bruce for the tip.
I've gotten to a place in my life where I'm knowing I will not look at the video, just won't put up with a viewing like that...now, if somebody filmed the "twisted girl" being tossed in a sack and dropped in the drink, then I'd be a lot more willing to watch...
Welcome sr. Yep, I skipped this one too... I used to watch everything the Internet threw up, but comes a time...
The cat just projectile barfed in a spectacular manner under the kitchen table and on my shoes. and a piece of paper I hope was not important. Fortunately for me, beest will be home in a minute to clean it up (I don't do cat puke), so I threw the cats out so neither of them will eat it, which would make me want to blow chunks. I did rinse off the shoe. fucking cats.
fucking cats.
Perhaps that is the problem.
(I don't do cat puke),
whoever sees the cat puke first, or witnesses it is responsible for cleaning it up.
whoever sees the cat puke first, or witnesses it is responsible for cleaning it up.
Not round here........ There's like a 5 second rule only it's about 10 minutes. I was very happy beest was already on his way home as i was already traumatized from the witnessization.
A happy marriage is based on rules both parties can live with.
whoever sees the cat puke first, or witnesses it is responsible for cleaning it up.
"Really? The cat puked. Where? Huh, must have been something it ate."totally, f3, once the ten minute rule has expired :lol:.
but last night's barfage was so loud I reckon beest heard it from a couple of miles away anyway. feigning ignorance would have been pushing it. it's still echoing in my memory.....
I am this -->| |<-- fucking close to kicking both my parents outta my house over a fucking meat tenderizing hammer.
It puts the hammer in the drawer,
Or else it gets homeless some more.
What's so goddamned hard about that?
Someone has probably posted this before. But I just can't help myself.
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No frigging deer. I know it late in the season but hell.....
We did see a herd of pigs we put out in the wild a while back and a single boar that most likely got kicked out of the herd when he went after the big boy for a place at the top.
Someone has probably posted this before. But I just can't help myself.
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That! was fucking great!!!!! That's the coolest thing I've seen this week.
Someone making assumptions because they're an asshole. I really shouldn't be upset, what they did is very minor, but frankly they can just suck my dick.
^ Open mouthed emoticon. Freudian slip?
Someone making assumptions because they're an asshole. I really shouldn't be upset, what they did is very minor, but frankly they can just suck my dick.
Just watched "The Long Kiss Goodnight" again.
"When you make an assumption, you make and ass out of you and umption."
That's a great movie - and very true.
You've got her beat hands down. And neck up.
Merc - I've only killed one deer this season & that was just to put it down after it had been hit by a car. Nice 7 point, probably 3 years old.
"Pissing" me off indeed... one of Minifobette's therapists thought it would be a fantastic idea to teach her how to take off her pants, in anticipation of her potty-training.
No, you dumb bitch, you potty-train her in anticipation of the day she can take off her own pants! Now I have to cinch her pants up with a tight belt just to keep her from pissing on the floor every 10 minutes.
I had a Nice warm INSIDE All day job lined up for today , But NOOO !!
Boss called , I got to Spend the DAY in COLD ( I Think it MAY have hit 30 today ) wet , Nasty ( fertalizer plant ) working on a RUSTED Out piece pf SHIT Truck scale , found a Bad part , I thought Well we need to Order said part , But NOO ! The customer had one , so I got to spend 2-3 hrs Putting it In .
Fucken Fuckers Fucken FUUUUUCCCCKKK !!!
Sorry I feel better Now
Sorry I feel better Now
Just be glad you're not in Chicago. Current temp is 6F. I think we had a high of 9F. Lots of wind too, just to make things perfect.
Dude I walked a fence in IceLand for a year once , this was Cold but I seen WAAAAY Colder !!!
Dude I walked a fence in IceLand for a year once , this was Cold but I seen WAAAAY Colder !!!
Oh man. This is as cold as I ever want to be.
"Discussion boards" that refuse to allow actual discussion.
There's a certain forum I visit that, from time to time, has a member -- usually a new person -- bring up something mildly controversial about the subject being "discussed." The topic is generally really interesting and could foster a deeper understanding, but oh no, the board moderators always get offended and shut it down saying the poster is being disrespectful.
Makes me crazy. But whatcha gonna do? You play in someone's sandbox, gotta play by their rules. :(
Kick sand in their faces.
I am trying to be all "brick and mortar" support the mom and pop stores and all that shit. So i had my doc send my scrip to the local pharmacy instead of the big box pharmacy. So they fucked up my doc's ID number somehow and they think she is not covered under my insurance and they are too busy to figure out how to fix the problem right now but will get on it in a few hours. This is after me calling them yesterday and them saying they hadn't gotten it when my doc told me she had sent it to them.
Fucksticks.
It's not like taking it right now will make any difference (it takes 2 weeks to start working) it's just the principle of it all. I know I could send it to big box and they would not have this problem. The main thing I suspect is that this mom and pop operation is running on commodore 64 computers and dial-up-- if they even have a computer.
Isn't the point of the mom and pop store that you get more personalized customer service? Maybe this is the personalized customer service that one gets when they hate you.
Hey foot, what scrip did you get? (You don't have to answer if you don't want.)
Hey foot, what scrip did you get? (You don't have to answer if you don't want.)
generic Celexa, with a possible add in of welbutrin
Ahh. Hope it helps.
Pissing me off? So-called 'friends.' Friends like that who needs enemas?
Isn't the point of the mom and pop store that you get more personalized customer service?
Personalized doesn't necessarily mean accurate or high quality.
No, personalized means personal. As in personal. It doesn't mean anything else but personal. So stop using that word even though we knew exactly what you meant. kthx.
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Personally I don't care which word you use. By that I mean I don't care in any way except that it's personal. I dont' mean my not caring is efficient or my lack of compassion is state of the art. It just means that, in a personal way, you can use whatever word suits you personally. Our word use is, well, it's personal.
So do all transitive verbs piss you, personally, off? Myself, it's the intransitive ones. ;)
ALL transitive verbs. I see NO reason why verbs have to dress like the opposite sex and traipse and sashay around the paragraph like they ain't got no shame. Hmmph. They's goin' to hell, you know, them transitives.
Alls I know is that when I go to use my transitive verbs they better not have some of a subject, and they better not have most of a subject, They better have ALL of a subject.
You're not being very objective.
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the VP is such a VIP, shouldn't we keep the PC on the QT? 'Cause if it leaks to the VC he could end up MIA, and then we'd all be put on KP
The cow-orker idjit I put in a box last year escaped today...
uh oh. should we break out the tranquilizer guns?
I just spilled maggotty dog food water down my legs lifting the old dog food bin into the rubbish bin for collection today. A job my much stronger and taller son was supposed to do last night! He's got hell to pay when he gets home.
eta: it was the dogs dry food bin, and was about 20 yrs old (yes it's seen a few dogs come and go) and it had developed a small rust hole on the bottom and a layer of dry food had solidified on it, and on top of that, Max made off with the lid and we'll be buggered if we can find it. So anyway, we'd decided to replace it and Aden was supposed to dispose of it all a few days ago, but instead it got left out in the rain, so the flies got into all the slop and laid eggs, and then the sun has been blazing for the last couple of days, so the eggs have hatched. Hence, maggotty watery sloppy dog food. Fucking disgusting!
Oh Jr done Messed UP !!!!
that is downright nasty! maggots are disgustingly creepy. i hope i never get bitten by a brown recluse spider cuz they use them to gnaw away the dead flesh. among other
medical uses. :eek:
Oh it's about 20 miles past nasty! It was enough to make me barf!
i bet so. my gag reflex sucks. i know i;d be dry heaving like nothing else.
If my son is very lucky, it will pour down with rain before he gets home and that'll help clean up the mess.
nah, give him chop sticks and tell him to enjoy dinner! :vomit:
Yeuch!!!! Aden, you are in TROUBLE!
Blockage at 4am. I'm sick, tired, and cranky.
Nose? Bowels? Arteries? Traffic? Sewer? What, man, WHAT???
If my son is very lucky, it will pour down with rain before he gets home and that'll help clean up the mess.
Did it?
Oh it's about 20 miles past nasty! It was enough to make me barf!
Just reading about it was enough to make me feel sick.
Nose? Bowels? Arteries? Traffic? Sewer? What, man, WHAT???
Blockage in the small intestine. Years of Crohn's disease has built up scar tissue. Even a small amount of roughage can cause a blockage.
Shallow people with dubious (read: self-interested only) causes.
Oh, and pasty fat old white hillbilly men.
And gas prices.
Shallow people with dubious (read: self-interested only) causes.
Oh, and pasty fat old white hillbilly men.
And gas prices.
Oh, so now I'm a hillbilly?
And gas prices.
Plenty of free gas round here today....
Did it?
Nope
Just reading about it was enough to make me feel sick.
I'm glad I'm not the only one! lol
Oh, so now I'm a hillbilly?
well, you
do have a magical bird clock...
My new upstairs neighbors...are obviously not used to living in multi-family quarters...I think they are actually a spastic rhinoceros couple...
spastic rhinoceros sex ??
My new upstairs neighbors...are obviously not used to living in multi-family quarters...I think they are actually a spastic rhinoceros couple...
This is why I always lived on the top floor - 4 separate times in fact.
homegirl threw away a letter with a $50 bill in it.
"I didn't see it."
There was one sheet of paper folded around a 50. How could you not see it?
already at the dump.
Found $625 worth of checks in unopened envelopes...
You probably didn't want to pay that $50 bill anyway.
You can't even drink diet pop anymore, without someone getting all up in your grill. Ooooh, they drink Diet Coke, let's make them feel guilty about that too! I'm so scared now, what all this soda is doing to me. The horrors! What is wrong with me? Why can't I say "no"? Why am I such a horrible addict? I'm so weak. I'm so beaten down. I need help. I need a 12 pack program like AA. Did I say pack? I meant step.
http://www.cnn.com/2011/HEALTH/03/01/diet.soda.health/index.html?hpt=T2#
Factors besides caffeine are likely at work. Although diet soda clearly isn't as addictive as a drug like nicotine, experts say the rituals that surround diet soda and the artificial sweeteners it contains can make some people psychologically -- and even physically -- dependent on it in ways that mimic more serious addictions. And unlike sugared soda, which will make you gain weight if you drink too much of it, zero-calorie soda doesn't seem to have an immediate downside that prevents people from overindulging.
In other words: so fucking what?
And I got news for those folks: 6 cans a day? Freaking lightweight. I'll see your six cans and raise you 8 or 9 more. Put that in your glass and drink it.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go smoke a cigarette, drink another pop, and get some pizza for lunch. If I could I'd burn one, and have some beer too.
:rolleyes:
and, end rant.
The insurance people for the summer pool. I started typing out the whole story but they're just not worth the effort. They're pissing me off. Contact me urgently it's overdue (then they don't answer) yada yada yada ...and this is like the fourth sequel....
I have lost my camera.
In this house.*
I wanted to upload pictures of my costume.
Bloody hell, it's NOT a big place!
And 90% of things are in the correct place here (the exception being my room, but I've searched that pretty well).
WHERE IS MY BLOODY CAMERA?????!!!!!
Pissed off.
* Both Dad and I took pics after I got back from school, so I know it's here. And I was the last one to use it.
If you were Diz, where would you put it?
Sounds like you have a camera obscura.
I found my camera.
But I've just had such a trauma uploading the photos I am in no mood to put them on here.
Seriously.
I shouted so hard at this stupid machine that I scared Diz off.
(the 'rents are out of course)
Good thinking though, Clod.
It looks like I had the camera on the arm of the sofa, and it's highly likely that Mr Diz knocked it off. It's where I usually find the remote, my phone and my glasses after all. I just couldn't remember where I'd last had the camera, which is why I wasn't checking the floor.
Oh and on a side note - heard my Mum telling my sister that she would have to come with her when she had an appointment with the Social Worker about Grandad. To back her up and support her. Why Laura? Who helped her look after Grandad these last few years? Who was sole carer when she was away on holiday and house-sitting? Who went to get his lunch form town, his shopping from Tesco - despite not having a car? Who washed his cock and balls when he had diarrhea? Who has helped with his washing and ironing. Oh, I guess it must have been Laura. With her wide view of the world and her immense experience and her high intellect and her knowledge of mental health and the NHS.
God, I know how ridiculous that sounds. It's petty, it's jealousy and I should bloody well grow up and be pleased that Mum does have another daughter she can rely on. But I'm hurt instead, and pissed off.
Deep breath, rub some dirt on it stupid.
Hell, SG, you've probably got far better experience of dealing with social workers, too ;)! But seriously, you have every right to be pissed off, IMHO!
Oh Let them deal with the shit ,
You have Done what You can do ,
and I have NO Doubt that you will keep on helping ,
Take care of YOU
Oh and on a side note - heard my Mum telling my sister that she would have to come with her when she had an appointment with the Social Worker about Grandad. To back her up and support her. Why Laura? Who helped her look after Grandad these last few years? Who was sole carer when she was away on holiday and house-sitting? Who went to get his lunch form town, his shopping from Tesco - despite not having a car? Who washed his cock and balls when he had diarrhea? Who has helped with his washing and ironing. Oh, I guess it must have been Laura. With her wide view of the world and her immense experience and her high intellect and her knowledge of mental health and the NHS.
God, I know how ridiculous that sounds. It's petty, it's jealousy and I should bloody well grow up and be pleased that Mum does have another daughter she can rely on. But I'm hurt instead, and pissed off.
Deep breath, rub some dirt on it stupid.
Life is so freaking unfair sometimes, huh? And no, you don't sound ridiculous at all. You ain't petty, and you don't need to grow up. You're already mature, and you're doing the best for your elders. Good for you! May good karma come your way. Get pissed off but only just a moment then let it go. That's how life is; it sucks. But don't let it blacken your heart. Let it go so you can laugh and smile and let your good heart shine through.
I think you should be pleased that she wanted someone else to "back her up and support her," since that sounds like a pansy job you shouldn't want anyway. My guess would be that your mom knows that you are, in fact, a more prominent caretaker than she has been, so she won't be able to get any sort of ego-stroking from you in front of the social worker, and might even look like a derelict daughter who is passing off so much work to the devoted granddaughter. Laura's ignorance might be the most important feature for your mom in this case, no?
yeah. I think so too.
I don't think I would be so good at holding up under that.
You are a strong person SG.
I confronted her last night. In the most pansy way possible of course, and trying so hard to restrain any bitterness and anger that it might have sounded like an off the cuff query.
But this morning I was convinced she was ignoring me.
Well, she DID ignore me when I came down this morning - I said "Good morning" and got no reply, but despite my sinking stomach I wasn't 100% sure that she heard me. despite her attacks on Dad/ Grandad because of their hearing, she doesn't hear as well as she thinks she does these days. Although she's said to me that sometimes she simply ignores me. Liar.
Anyway, this afternoon she offered to re-hem my trousers. Something she suggested about three weeks ago. Which is a lovely thing to offer, and makes me wonder if I was wrong this morning and in fact instead of punishing me, she was just feeling bad that she'd hurt my feelings?
Oh and the answer to the question was apparently that Laura can be a real firebrand. Well, shit, I know that. She's the only one who can control my Mum. I wouldn't call it being a firebrand, I would call it being a manipulative and selfish bitch who only has four important people in her life, and they all live at the her address. But hey.
Despite my mean words I'm nowhere near as angry about it today. It's no worse than Mum telling me I needed to get Ste to help me plan my Glasgow trip, because he knows about these things (he helped plan their Las Vegas/ Hollywood trip). Ste knows and I know that we've both been on solo holidays and both know how to use the internet. It's only Mum who thinks he has a special skill. And after all, I have no issues or jealousy when it comes to him.
FSM, I wish I didn't need constant ego-stroking. Especially from the one person who wouldn't identify it even it it dressed up in ego-stroking clothes and danced on a table singing Ego Stroking Days Are Here Again.
End of topic. Thanks for not smacking me.
So I have the day Off for Our anaverery ( 22 years , Thank You Verry Much !!!)
yesterday I was at a charcoal plant fixing their busted ass Old POS Truck scale , I get done , dude says Pull up to the doc Ill have a Fork lift load it for you , Me WTF ????
Oh yer boss called , we are swapping out Some of the bill for a Pallet of charcoal ( my Boss is on a BBQ Team ) . oh Ok
So I have this 4x4x4 Cube of Charcoal on the back of my truck ,
I call my Boss " DUDE WTF ???!!!
I have tommorow Off and have to be on a Job 8am Monday How The Hell are you going to collect this shit ??"
Oh Ill call you in the AM with instructions where to be to drop it off ,
Me Well so much for the day off ,
Him well we will just call it 1/2 day off
so 7:30 this Morning my phone starts BLOWING UP !!!!!
2 customers with problems and a Fellow tech trying to figuer out where we are going to Meet up to transfer this Pallet of charcoal , AND Go do the jobs He has to do today ,
I call the shop , My boss has taken the day off and is NOT answering his Phone ( FUCKER !!!!)
so I get 2 other techs to cover my calls , (I Bet you LUNCH they will be calling me for advice )
Drive 1.5 hrs to drop off this Pallet ( No Fork lift , so we Mexican Back hoe this shit Bag by Bag into his truck ),
Drive 1.5 hrs Back home .
What a Wounderfull day Off ,
im going to transfer My phone to the shop number !!!!!
You crack me up, zippy!
Happy anaverery! :)
yer boss sucks earthworm balls, zipper.
Happy anaverery :)
I have to wish you a happy anaverery too. 22 years is awesome! Way to go.
Happy anaverery!
Hip hip Hooray
I call the shop , My boss has taken the day off and is NOT answering his Phone ( FUCKER !!!!)
Now that is just being a total dick.
Dick.
ETA: Not you, Zip, a boss who intrudes on your day off then disappears himself.
Thanks every body :)
Only 2 calls asking advice
Then 2 calls Thanking me for said good advice
im going to transfer My phone to the shop number !!!!!
Do it!
Happy 22 years! Champion!
Was that a Catch 22 situation?
22 is a nice run!
Yeah, that's how long my second one lasted. Zip, you have to take another day off to make up for that shit. :(
The Ghetto Dump across the street has been kind of quiet and tidy lately and a friend's mom moved in recently so that is good.
However, there has also been someone there working lately who brings his crazy-ass part bull terrier part husky or malamute dog with him. The dog will go on multi-hour barking jags which is only extremely tedious.
This morning the inchling came running to the living room saying there was a dog at the door. I fugured it was one of my neighbors whose dogs occasionally get loose and roam around. I walk to the screen door to be confronted by an 80-90 pound, hackles raised, snarling and growling, Bull terrier head with two-tone eyes standing in my mud room making little lunges at me when I started to open the door.
Realizing That the mm was standing next to me and she was half a head shorter that the dog, I realized we were outgunned and I quickly slammed the solid door. The dog ran around to the back of the house and I went and shut that door too. A few minutes later the mm was shouting that the dog was back and in our yard and mrs. foot, who is a dog person and worked in shelters for dogs and was channeling St. Francis, went out to talk with the dog. (Whatever, you ride that rocket, home girl. Personally, not a fan of the teeth even if my arm were 100%)
This is the part that will really surprise you and you would never have seen coming in 1,000 years: (sarcasm alert) The owner stood about 150 feet away from his dog and repeated about 50 or 60 times a command for the dog to "come here" while the dog completely ignored him and growled at mrs. foot. I went out into the yard and the dog ran out of our yard and into the street near the owner and proceeded to cavort around the owner, ignoring his calls.
I told the owner I didn't appreciate being menaced in my own yard and he said, here's another one from left field, "The dog is very friendly and doesn't bite." and another all time classic "He got loose, he never does that."
I told him I wasn't interested in finding out the hard way if his dog was friendly or not, and it wasn't my problem that his dog slipped its leash. Finally, I told him if the dog came on my property again, he would probably never see the dog again. I am considering calling the Chief of Police and putting him on notice of my intent to put the dog down since we do not have an effective dog warden or effective dog laws in this town.
By the way, yesterday I took delivery of a Remington 870 Express and enough ammo to deal with a horde of zombie dogs.
mrs. foot, who is a dog person and worked in shelters for dogs and was channeling St. Francis, went out to talk with the dog. (Whatever, you ride that rocket, home girl. Personally, not a fan of the teeth even if my arm were 100%)
hehehe that was cute
I told the owner I didn't appreciate being menaced in my own yard and he said, here's another one from left field, "The dog is very friendly and doesn't bite." and another all time classic "He got loose, he never does that."
By the way, yesterday I took delivery of a Remington 870 Express and enough ammo to deal with a horde of zombie dogs.
humor aside, I am glad no one got bit. Very strange dog behavior to intimate a family, on their own property. Good thinking too, to shut the door to guard mm.
Not really, that is if the dog thought it was defending its territory. My husband was threatened by a similar type when he was out jogging. When he ran past its house, the dog jumped through an open screen door and chased him. My husband stopped running and yelled out to the the kid in the yard to get the dog. The mother came out and said "oh, she wont bite'. But the dog already had gotten its teeth on on my husband's fist and it was bleeding.
The dog doesn't bite
The gun isn't loaded
The check is in the mail
Mean dogs suck.
And irresponsible dog owners should be jailed
This article recently stirred up a hornets' nest here. The author finished with
"By the way, if your menacing beast, with its bad breath and muscular jaws, comes near me and my child, I will end your pet."
I see that has been removed. Apparently people misunterstood the author's intention which was not -in fact- to threaten pets.... :lol:
By the way, yesterday I took delivery of a Remington 870 Express
Very nice. Loved mine. 12ga. I assume?
12, 13 whatever it takes ;)
a household of pmsing women. :yelsick: There should be a law that only one woman can have pms at a time. :rolleyes: Oh, and according to my family, I am never allowed to have pms or have a bad day cuz everyone else is always freaking having a damn bad day.
Just to add, I dislike mean dogs too. :-/
yebbut then somebody would have it ALL the time.
I think I read that women who live together tend to end up with their cycles synchronizing. Pheromones or something.
yebbut then somebody would have it ALL the time.
Unfortunately, my mom seems to have pms every freaking day, all year long. And my sister complains day in and day out. If I remain calm and cheerful, things smooth out. But, if I get pms, things get explosive. :thepain:
I think I read that women who live together tend to end up with their cycles synchronizing. Pheromones or something.
Fuck....I'm so screwed. :greenface
I think I read that women who live together tend to end up with their cycles synchronizing. Pheromones or something.
Wait, you have two daughters and a wife, you're lucky to only think you read it. most poor sods in your position have to live with it for at least 10 years..... there no "think" involved. They KNOW
I think I read that women who live together tend to end up with their cycles synchronizing. Pheromones or something.
Period moans. I've read/heard that, as well.
Here's an article about the various studies. it calls urban myth as it's conclusion...
It's an old husband's tale.
Wait, you have two daughters and a wife, you're lucky to only think you read it. most poor sods in your position have to live with it for at least 10 years..... there no "think" involved. They KNOW
Well, I know the ebb and flow for Mrs. Z, but I think the Zings would be mortified if I started charting their calendar.
I was raised by my Mother , Big sister
Mothers best friend , and her 3 daughters
Old husbands tail MY ASS !!
They ALL synced up and it was Verry hard to be present for about a week or so
" Mom !!! hes Breathing to loud AGAIN !!!"
" What are You doing there sitting with your head down and your fingers in your ears ???!! "
Foot OO Buck will deal with said Critter
Do call the cops and for warn them ,
They May deal with it for you .
(Probably just another urban legend, but while we're on the subject...) I had been under the impression that it wasn't that women tended to sync with each other, but that women in general were more likely to sync with the cycles of the moon. Full moons bring out the crazies, you know.
Menacing dog on my property .... what dog? :eyebrow:
I had the neighbors pits[2] kill one of my Cattle dogs years ago while I was out. He was alive when I got home but died at the vets. I told the animal control that a scratch on my arm was from the pit lunging at me. She was pregnant and they PHTS. Halleluiah! I have livestock, a menacing stray dog on my property will be deceased very soon.
A teen at our church got attacked by a wandering pitbull two weeks ago. (It only bit his hand before he planted a kick it its ribs and it ran away, fortunately he's a big football-playing dude.) But apparently it got put back in its owner's yard, because animal control was unable to find it. We all said they should put up fliers urging people to turn in their pitbull-owning neighbor, but apparently the cops aren't interested.
Well, I know the ebb and flow for Mrs. Z, but I think the Zings would be mortified if I started charting their calendar.
So that means you got it good because for many women it's just all too damn obvious! :lol:
I think I read that women who live together tend to end up with their cycles synchronizing. Pheromones or something.
I just remembered something. I recall hearing that husbands tend to get "pms" when the wives get it. Pheromones or something. ;) This is the first time I've heard of women's cycles synchronizing. Just something that came to mind.
So that means you got it good because for many women it's just all too damn obvious! :lol:
My friend told me that she once chased a friend with a knife because he made a joke. Uh...yeah....some women's pms are obvious.
Try pms'ing and quitting smoking at the same time.
It wasn't pretty. Or safe for bystanders.
I'm so glad I'm done with both.
That's why there aren't any "how many women with PMS does it take..." jokes.
Classic gets it because he pms's on this site regularly. :p:
That's why there aren't any "how many women with PMS does it take..." jokes.
how many mystery writers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Hell, I heard men have pms too. Joke all you want, guys. You know you get them. :eyebrow:
how many mystery writers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
How many? :p:
When I was weeding and watering the vege garden, I discovered that Max has pulled almost every single almost ready to ripen tomato off the vines and thrown them out on the footpath. I almost turned the hose on him when I saw that we'll barely get anything from them.
Time to put up some jars of pickled green tomatoes.
When I was weeding and watering the vege garden, I discovered that Max has pulled almost every single almost ready to ripen tomato off the vines and thrown them out on the footpath. I almost turned on him with the hose when I saw that we'll barely get anything from them.
Kid has no idea how close he came to a beating. :D
You're not wrong there Zen. I was pretty pissed off.
Time to put up some jars of pickled green tomatoes.
Got a good recipe?
yesterday afternoon i was driving along and heard this sound ,
A desideedly NOT Good sound from the rear end of my truck ,
Stopped , Looked underneath ,
Shit the seal where the drive shaft enters the rear end had Blown , slinging grease , oil and Rear end parts All over the underside of the truck ,
I Just heard from the Ford dealer , the Rear end is TOAST !!!
Boss Man is NOT a Happy camper !!!
Got a good recipe?
Unfortunately, no. Your post just reminded me that my parents pickled green tomatoes from the garden when I was a kid and I couldn't get enough of them. :yum:
yesterday afternoon i was driving along and heard this sound ,
A desideedly NOT Good sound from the rear end of my truck ,
Stopped , Looked underneath ,
Shit the seal where the drive shaft enters the rear end had Blown , slinging grease , oil and Rear end parts All over the underside of the truck ,
I Just heard from the Ford dealer , the Rear end is TOAST !!!
Boss Man is NOT a Happy camper !!!
"Oh, that sounded expensive..."
[YOUTUBE]McHViMSzQdI&start=398s[/YOUTUBE]
Zippy - is it your truck or your boss's? As in, who pays for the repairs?
So, Zippy, if I'm hearing you right - you blew a seal?
Yep ,
And My Rear end exploded ;)
Zen its a Co truck
So, Zippy, if I'm hearing you right - you blew a seal?
Nah, that's just vanilla ice cream.
zip--sorry about ur shaft
footfootfoot--Nice clip. I love that show. back at most recent employer the PHB had one of those (and a stable of other ... four wheeled penile prosthetics). I never did score a ride in one dammit. anyway... did the driver say that the red devil was only descending at 30 miles per hour?! he could *ALMOST* land it at 30mph. wow.
Nah, that's just vanilla ice cream.
didn't deserve to be ignored
zip--sorry about ur shaft
footfootfoot--Nice clip. I love that show. back at most recent employer the PHB had one of those (and a stable of other ... four wheeled penile prosthetics). I never did score a ride in one dammit. anyway... did the driver say that the red devil was only descending at 30 miles per hour?! he could *ALMOST* land it at 30mph. wow.
30 mph dropping, 100mph forward = let's open the chute this time.
didn't deserve to be ignored
Thanks. I knew I could count on you.
Damn gawker blockers. Bring four lanes of traffic to a standstill so you can take a peek at the accident pulled over to the side of the road. :mad2:
I think for the most part, rubbernecking is a myth.
I think people slow down because those in front of them slow down. And the first people slowed down for a legitimate reason, like they were trying to avoid smashing into someone.
I think it's at least partially real--in Arizona, they have these things that they deploy whenever there's an accident or stalled car. They're like giant unfoldable walls that are about 15 feet high, and they just stand them up around the entire accident so there's absolutely no way you can see what's going on. Traffic just zips right by.
Edit: I say Arizona, but actually, the only place I saw them was in Phoenix when I was visiting. Could just be a local thing.
Damn gawker blockers.
I think for the most part, rubbernecking is a myth.
Wait, aren't we supposed to move over and slow down in response to wrecks or emergency vehicles on the shoulder? I'm pretty sure in Texas it is illegal not to slow down 10 miles per hour. After all, what's the sense in some poor guy getting his brains scattered across the highway, right in front of his wife and kids, just because he was trying to change a tire, adjacent to the lane that "more important people" have reserved for oh-so important 80mph cruising in their sweet Mustang while chatting on the cell phone about last night's episode of American Idol.
[/Devil's Advocate]
I have been in 4 car accidents in my whole life. 3 of them were rear enders in Chicago. All were before cell phones and all because the dumb ass was gawking at an accident. I know your pain Pete! In Chicago it is also customary to drive like a bat out of hell until you get to stopped traffic. ;)
My whole family is sick. The big boys have been off school all week, and Max is snuffling and coughing all over the joint too. Dazza has a cough he can't shake and I just keep almost getting better then getting sick again over night.
It really sux and I'm sick of it. Please God or anyone else who can help, make us all better!
The fucking right click on my mouse is working erratically. My everyday printer has clogged pores or arteries or whatever.
Too little time to spend in the shop. And when I do get in there, I usually need to build a tool or something tangential to what I want to be doing.
effing insomnia. Two nights in a row now.
Yesterday afternoon, I pulled out the trash bag to throw out when the bottom let out and half of the stinky content fell back into the trash can. ARGHHH!!! Some, including the chicken bones, fell out and scattered onto the floor around the area. My sister brought a new bag for me, but she left because the stench would make her gag. I was on my own dumping the nasty trash out and picking the ones to put into the new bag. :thepain3: I have a dull sense of smell so I can handle nasty smell pretty well, but I almost gagged this time. Sigh....I ended up cleaning up the tall trash can, meaning I had to stick my head into the can to clean, clean the kitchen floor, scrub the kitchen slippers, and while I was at it, I cleaned the toilet, bathtub, bathroom sink and floor. Everything is clean now, which is good. But the foul smell put me in a really nasty mood. :greenface
Ungrateful bitchy child.
Oh and (former) Swim team having pool rental raised from $3,000 to $44,000 effective immediately without warning. Oh and being asked for my input/advice when they got the ominous "we need to talk about pool rental" and then not being thanked for my input or included on the bad news/results of the "we need to talk" That's just downright rude.
Ungrateful bitchy child.
Oh and (former) Swim team having pool rental raised from $3,000 to $44,000 effective immediately without warning. Oh and being asked for my input/advice when they got the ominous "we need to talk about pool rental" and then not being thanked for my input or included on the bad news/results of the "we need to talk" That's just downright rude.
$3,000 to $44,000!? What an enormous jump!
Been waiting for a book for two weeks now.
Okay it was 99p.
Okay I chose free shipping.
But I'm sure it should have been here by now!!
No post on Sunday and yesterday was a Bank Holiday (no post) so I was sure it must arrive today.
Nope.
It's like waiting for a toy from a ceral packet to arrive...
Except I'd generally lost interest in them by the time they turned up, and I will still devour this book.
It's just SO LONG COMING!!!
If I had more belief in myself as the centre of the universe, I'd think it was taking so long because I spent every day wishing for it.
But I'm too old for such nonsense, and know it will get here some time after it was posted, wishing or not.
Fingers crossed it's tomorrow!
What is it with you and the mail?
Fucking Madden 2010!
I finally have a breakout game with my superstar, Helmy...#44... 181yrds and a td ...an 86yard Td, btw.... And the goddamn xbox freezes up and I can't save the cockforsaken game! FAQUE!!!
So, should I buy Madden 12? It looks kinda cool...
please god not another xbox tantrum...
FUCKING GLITCH1!!!
where's my bourbon?
it's not you.
SonofV has a new, very new game. Deus Ex, humanity somethng something... he's been stuck for a couple hours. Cockforsaken is about right. goooooood grief.
and. the game's so new, there are no walk throughs.. walk intos, suuuure. but he's at the goddamn frontier, how will he get this door open?????? srsly, like a couple hours. no.. a day of work.. and he may need to restart from the git go.
What is it with you and the mail?
I'm an impatient bitch, is what it is.
Mum, Dad and I were all out of the house at the same time today. Probably the first time in a month.
What happened?
They tried to deliver something that didn't fit through the letterbox.
I have to wait until 14.30 to collect it.
So something is waiting for me - exciting.
But I'm STILL waiting - bloody hell!
This is maybe more likely what's frosting me today, I just discovered I am about $200 overdrawn. I made a transfer into mrs foot's account to cover a big check she wrote and forgot (after checking) to leave enough $ to cover my outstanding checks.
Fuck
Silly things, silly things.
My sis contacted me today asking if we'd thought about getting a card from Grandad to Mum.
Good for her - we hadn't.
Grandad is not out of the woods yet, still laid low with a chest infection.
So off I skipped on my second trip to town today to get one.
Came home to find a card on the mantlepiece - 4 days early.
Turns out one of the staff at the home had bought one and filled it out - Grandad managed the two kisses at the bottom.
That was lovely, and really kind. But means the really nice £4 card I bought was worthless. Never mind - I owed dad £4 change from £10 he gave me to buy something yesterday, and he's sucked it up.
So why is it in this thread?
Apparently, Mum was whinging to one of the staff yesterday that this year would be the first she hadn't received a card from her father HINT HINT. Oh how sad, a birthday without a Special Daughter card HINT HINT.
Now Dad has bought said cards for 5-6 years. Okay we did need a reminder from Laura, but we were on it. Someone in the family realised and remembered.
Never mind Mum. Your massive hints got you what you wanted - a card chosen by a member of staff and delivered way before your birthday is now your prize possession.
She has also told everyone in the world (what, not you? just wait) about how her surprise birthday evening was screwed up.
A friend invited her for dinner, saying it was nothing special, and she'd just throw whatever she could find into a pie. The date was the night before her birthday.
Then another friend forwarded an email to the whole group, and at the bottom wrote "See you on Sheila's Birthday Night!"
So now she knows, but hasn't admitted she knows.
Except to everyone else in the County, in a really woeful voice, as if by finding out, someone ran over her kitten or something.
The thing is, Mum hates surprises. She's said to us (in this house) that she was relieved to find out - what if she hadn't dressed up, she'd be SO embarrassed.
Meh.
I won't do anything at all next year.
She'll have the pleasure of complaining all the way through until Christmas.
Damn rabbits and deer in my garden....ok, GAME ON!
I confess it's not pissing me off, just the opposite in fact....
Good to see you around capnhowdy!
foot - I feel for ya. I was overdrawn yesterday. Thank goddess they only charged me 27.00 for a check they would have covered anyway. :(
stugots!
I'm peeved at my two sons. Son number one came down to help me paint a bedroom. Thing is, he's so busy socializing that there is no time to paint. Or do anything. Except eat, sleep and shower.
Same goes for son number two who lives here full time now his father has kicked him out of his nest. I feel like an unappreciated slave/maid. I really do. If they would just HELP OUT once in a fooking blue moon....grrrrrrrrr! I canNOT wait until they have their own places (college house doesn't count as a 'place') so then I can go over and throw all their shite about and devour their food, stop up their toilets and fart on their couches.
Then I'll ask for some 'spending money' and peel out of their driveway - hopefully taking out their rosebush on the way.
jerks.
I'm going through the same thing with my 21 yr stepson. He's not paying rent and he doesn't help out unless asked...and asked..and then cajoled. And then also feels its his right to give lip when he doesn't want to do something. Dad doesn't want to rock the boat so mostly just ignores the situation until I get so fed up I start bitchin, and then maybe the kid perks up. But then the whole cycle just repeats itself all over again after a while.
Roads across our area are being closed by flood waters, not too big a deal right? Just stay home and hole up. My FiL's high maintenance neighbor apparently talked him into driving to the old house he's been fixing up to pick up a shop vac because her basement is wet... Now he is stuck in a house with no food or water. You couldn't friggin wait to vacuum your damn basement? Sending an old man out in a flood, are you kidding me? :mad:
Stoopit animals. Wild and tame alike. Holding their cute little poses, doing awesome things. Right up to the moment I touch my finger to the shutter button on my camera.
This afternoon a crow was trying his damnedest to get into our newspaper, which was in a plastic bag in our driveway. He waited around til I got my camera, then just as I touched the shutter...flappityflappityflappity.
I hope he flies into a plate glass window.
Roads across our area are being closed by flood waters, not too big a deal right? Just stay home and hole up. My FiL's high maintenance neighbor apparently talked him into driving to the old house he's been fixing up to pick up a shop vac because her basement is wet... Now he is stuck in a house with no food or water. You couldn't friggin wait to vacuum your damn basement? Sending an old man out in a flood, are you kidding me? :mad:
OMG, the oldest excuse in the book! I'll bet she tries to seduce him, it happens all the time.
Seriously, he needs the No More Mr. Nice Guy book.
Stoopit animals. Wild and tame alike. Holding their cute little poses, doing awesome things. Right up to the moment I touch my finger to the shutter button on my camera.
That wasn't what I expected. :sniper:
Cell phone bill just went up $50 because of the 18 yr old. He had only unlimited texting on his phone because it doesn't cost us any extra; so no calling except for family members. So last month made a small switch to his phone (allowing contacts for his texting) and unbeknownst to us it meant that he could now call at will - AND HE DIDNT LET US KNOW.
He made nearly 1000 minutes worth of calls. Luckily a lot of his calls were mobile to mobile, nights, and weekend minutes, so they didn't count against us, but 200 of them did. It could have been much worse, so Im thankful for that, but damn. I gave him a scare this morning threatening to turn it all off, but later I decided that all I really need to do is teach him how to use the system...and start monitoring his usage. Like I really need that added to my agenda...Fuck.
OMG, the oldest excuse in the book! I'll bet she tries to seduce him, it happens all the time.
Seriously, he needs the No More Mr. Nice Guy book.
He found a route home.
Flood info-
http://maps.srbc.net/#Flood info-
http://maps.srbc.net/#
Looks like it could be a good resource, but the servers seem to be overwhelmed.
I was able to use it earlier, but it stalled occasionally.
Rain since Sunday:
Susquehanna River watershed:
If you can see how those two maps converge, ALL of the heavy rain is pretty much directly over the Susquehanna watershed. They track really closely. It's uncanny.
So here it goes again, I lived through two Harrisburg Susquehanna floods and I'm tired of this shit in my lifetime. People, if you are in a floody area, don't build your houses with basements, they will be full of raw sewage every 30 years.
I have a cough again. To make matters worse (I know it may be tmi) but I've got my period too, and most of the women here will probably agree that there's nothing worse than having a bad cough when you've got your period, except maybe having the runs at the same time. That'd be pretty messy!
All that on top of these withdrawal things I've been having has made my week really suck.
On the bright side, I've given the house and gardens a really good spring clean with Max's help, so at least even though I feel like shit, I'm not sitting in it.
Boss called, no work again tomorrow. This may take a while. My sister and two of my co-workers had to evacuate. I'm up high with good drainage so I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that the power grid stays intact. We're pretty well cut off from everything but "everything" is underwater so we're better off here. A lot of heavy equipment went by this morning, the town between me and New York State had people trapped by the flood waters.
http://www.wbng.com/weather
http://www.wnep.com/I had heard Binghamton schools were closed again tomorrow. It's crazy, using up your snow days for rain in the first days of the school year. I'm sick of the rain, but at least the flooding hasn't been so destructive here. Trees down here and there, and scattered flooding. We lost power last night as we slept, but I use a battery powered alarm clock, so it didn't mess me up.
We have not gotten enough rain. I wish we could have gotten more of the last TS but it passed us by. Hoping for another big ass storm to fill our ponds and water our crops.
Here's something else from me.
Last week I asked Mav to clean out the inlet filters on the tanks before we started getting the spring storms and he did one, and then I had to go out, but he said he'd do the other one while I was gone.
Anyway, I made a big thing of him doing it without any fuss and nothing more was said.
So today we got a decent bit of rain, so I went to check how much inflow we were picking up now the filters had been cleaned, so I clambered up the ladder for a peek when the rain had slowed back a bit only to find that my blasted son had not entirely cleaned out the second filter at all!
Man I am going to kick his arse when he gets home!
Here's something else from me.
Last week I asked Mav to clean out the inlet filters on the tanks before we started getting the spring storms and he did one, and then I had to go out, but he said he'd do the other one while I was gone.
Anyway, I made a big thing of him doing it without any fuss and nothing more was said.
So today we got a decent bit of rain, so I went to check how much inflow we were picking up now the filters had been cleaned, so I clambered up the ladder for a peek when the rain had slowed back a bit only to find that my blasted son had not entirely cleaned out the second filter at all!
Man I am going to kick his arse when he gets home!
You could also clean all that crap out and stick it in his bed, let him find out about it when he goes to bed. At least that's what I'd
feel like doing.
I like Foots Idea BUT ,
2 words
Christmas Present
Seems like it's flooding where it's not burning. We've had both this year. I'm just praying (if that's what you call what an atheist does when they hope something happens) that we'll get some rain.
In other news, I am probably the only atheist knifemaker.
What's pissing me off? Smoke induced respiratory issues.
You could also clean all that crap out and stick it in his bed, let him find out about it when he goes to bed. At least that's what I'd feel like doing.
I like Foots Idea BUT ,
2 words
Christmas Present
Both great ideas, but ones I'd ultimately have to deal with long term fall out over.
My plan is to make him fish out some toy cars which max has kindly dropped down into one of the drains that leads to the septic, causing the shower and bath water to back up.
That should be stinky and disgusting enough to help him remember to do the first job properly in the future. :)
starting off, i went in to work at 9 am, thinking I was off at 1pm, planning to get my shit together in the afternoon for my trip to Charlotte NC (driving). when i got there i realized i was supposed to be 1-6 pm. fuck! not really convenient to go back home and return, so i just stayed and worked...plenty to do anyway.
then, at 6, fucking Ron sells a goddamn car and keeps me there until 7:45. dick.
so, I finally get out,.... forget my bag, and have to go back for it... stop at the beer store and get myself an Anchor Brewing Single malt one hop Ale. As I am admiring it in the car.. in the 101% humidity, it slips from my grasp, and lands squarely on the console, and erupts like a fucking volcano. ....cup holders filled, phone soaked. Now my goddamned motherfucking sonofabitch phone is inoperable. ...and I'm covered in beer.
motherfucker,
So, I'm trying to get the phone to work, and driving home, and decide that I'd better stop at the King of Prussia Mall and see if they can help me, or sell me a piece of shit phone cheap so I have something for the ride down to Charlotte..... it's 8:47pm as I pull into my parking spot. For some reason, I am inspired to remove the micro SD card as I am getting out of my jeep.... and, naturally, it springs out of it's slot into the darkness.
What
The
Fuck
So I get in the Jeep, back it into the isle, and shine the headlights on the spot where I think it might have gone. (fuck you all, passersby, eat a dick) ....miraculously, after 5 minutes on my fucking knees, I find the cockforsaken thing, holy shit, that's incredible....
So, into the mall I go, sweating like a whore in church..... it's 8:57...Mall closes at 9. Where the fuck is the fucking Sprint Store!?!?!?
oh, it's a hectare away, hidden in an entrance.... you'll never get there in time, dickhole...
and I don't
so, I stop at Blue Pacific and have a beer....why not, I smell like one anyway... and a Spider Roll (fucking highlight of my day right here)
And I drive the fuck home.
drop the phone and battery in a bag of dry rice, say a prayer, and go up to Elverson to get the fucking Commander out of the shop. ( the guy locked it outside the fence so I could pick it up after hours)
....Now.... when he called to tell me it was done, he mentioned that the battery 'seemed a little weak' It's about 5 years old now, and due... but I had not noticed any slow crank, or weakness of the battery, so I told him, that I'd handle that on my own. I don't think I have to tell you what happens next.
So, off to Walmart to get the new battery at 11:30pm. The instal goes surprisingly smoothly, and only takes 15 minutes... (at this point, I'll just assume that the battery will explode some time tomorrow and kill me and those around me.....)... now drive the Green Jeep back to the house and walk the 2 miles to the dealer up and down hills to get the Commander. Return the old battery for credit, and drive back home... it's 1:50 A fucking M.
suck it, Murphy
Oh, and the lights had been left on in the commander.... Hence the dead battery. Pricks.
But, on the upside, the transmission issue seems to be fixed... And with only 48 miles left of the extended warranty I bought. Thank you Jesus.
I started laughing at about the third paragraph of post 302. Sorry. lol (still laughing)
OMG, Jim. I'm sorry. The universe owes you something seriously good after this.
Jim, you are a tenacious motherfcker. I would have packed it in a lot sooner than you did, I think.
A man on a mission. Yeah, the universe owes you a lap dance or something.
I'd settle for a steak and a bj.
How is today panning out?
Oh Dude !!!!
Thats EPPPPIC !
You survived ! And got the car home
Thats what counts
Get a Jump pac , they work , so I Hear
Oh, and the lights had been left on in the commander.... Hence the dead battery. Pricks.
But, on the upside, the transmission issue seems to be fixed... And with only 48 miles left of the extended warranty I bought. Thank you Jesus.
Wait, Murphy gets the blame and Jesus gets the credit, that doesn't seem to be an air-tight belief system.
How is today panning out?
Much more better..... er. Uneventful if long ride to Charlotte. Got a new phone and 10% off my monthly Sprint bill just for belonging to a credit union.
I can't believe you didn't get FSM's message that you were not supposed to be in Charlotte this weekend! (and that's what her husband said too)
Still, I prefer to accept that you overcame all these obstacles like a hero on a quest, and are now where you are supposed to be for the good of the universe.
You ARE a tenacious motherfucker. Right around paragraph 3 I would have crumbled into a thousand pieces, said 'fuck it' and headed home. ;)
On reflection, I'm just really happy that I thought to stop at the dealer to check the commander while I was still driving the grand Cherokee. Had I just driven the gr Cher to my house and walked out to get the commander, I would have walked twice. ...no, three times. Whew.
That's a lot of walking at the end of the day. Even just the once. I'm pretty impressed. "Just do it" can learn a thing or two from you.
Wait, Murphy gets the blame and Jesus gets the credit, that doesn't seem to be an air-tight belief system.
We've discussed this recently:
[Quote=Spexxvet]
It's funny, though. Business wants government to stay out of the way, until they want to make more profit. Then it becomes everyone else's job to help out business. "Privatize profit and socialize loss".
FTW
Isn't that in the Republican Credo? [/quote]
I fucking launch Chrome this morning and fire up gmail and it asks for my password. My SAVED password. then it asks me if I want to save it. IT IS saved motherfucker. I just checked. Then it tells me another I.P. is logged into this account. Oh really? What's the I.P. address that's logged into this account? Mine. I am not logged in.
I delete cache, cookies, dump the milk down the sink, reboot and I still get this crap. Just with gmail though. chrome is filling in my log-ins for forums and the like.
Probably some fucking auto update.
I want to watch The Draughtman's Contract this week.
I know it is on, because the Sunday magazine that comes free with my parents' paper had it listed as a Pick Of The Day.
But I didn't write down the details, and the magazine has already gone to recycling.
My big problem is I do not remember which channel it was on, OR which channel.
So I cannot search every channel on a specific date, or a specific channel for every date.
There are a lot of them out there.
I thought I had solved it - BBC2 is apparently showing it on Saturday 17 September 2011.
But having memorised that, I went downstairs to Sky Plus it, only to find a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT schedule on the planner.
W.T.F.?
Beginning to feel I've stumbled into a modern day Kafka.
ETA - my bad. It's on at 00.05 Saturday morning.
But the schedules I was lookig at had it 12.05AM Saturday.
I get confused when TV listings use 12 hour clock.
getting home at 3:15 am after a service call
mysonmysonmysonmysonmysonmysonmysonmyson
Must...not...use...fist...of...death....
What is pissing you off this time?
Just about everything and everyone.
If I had a fist of death I would already be in prison.
And mourning pretty much my entire family.
Stay strong Bri, don't use your powers for anything trivial.
Infi? Sounds like a shit day.
Weekend soon...?
mysonmysonmysonmysonmysonmysonmysonmyson
Must...not...use...fist...of...death....
But you can use the Spank Ray!
If I had a fist of death I would already be in prison.
And mourning pretty much my entire family.
Stay strong Bri, don't use your powers for anything trivial.
Infi? Sounds like a shit day.
Weekend soon...?
Ahh, yeah. I need to relax this weekend. It's been go go go and work work work and I'm just really tired.
I don't know how people with gumption do it.
I guess they just gobble that gumption down with maple syrup. Sets them up for the day.
Or is that porridge?
Or spoodge?
Prolly spooge. I could get my handz on some maple syrup, maybe even some porridge. :(
;)
Since the Bates Motel didn't give me my full paycheck, I can't pay for my internet (used the money on other things, since I was counting on the OT from Bates). Now I have to call my Internet provider and whimper for mercy. Oh, and the Bates is trying to do me out of paying for 5 hours that I worked last week in addition to all the others. :mad:
Any of that in writing Sam? Is there a time card you punch or some paperwork you fill out? Grrr - this guy is pissing ME off and I'm not even involved.
Any of that in writing Sam? Is there a time card you punch or some paperwork you fill out? Grrr - this guy is pissing ME off and I'm not even involved.
Well thanks, Classic. I knew it would be cool to be a member of your clique! ;)
The place grosses about $2,000/day, so there's no financial need to treat staff so poorly.
We fill in our time cards ourselves. I suppose buying a clock that would let us punch in officially would cost too much. Often the desk clerk is alone at the front counter, so there's no actual proof of how long we were there. Of course, Motel Maintenance Man immediately rats us out to the owner if we do something wrong. Naturally, mum's the word if we do something right. The other desk clerk could verify my hours because she was exhausted and called me to ask if I'd mind finishing her shift for her. But she's terrified of "Norman" and is a worse space cadet then I am, so...
If I just knew the computerized check-in and payment programs real motels use, I could apply to some ski resort outfits that are beginning to hire for the winter season, but true to form, all the Bates has is a manual system from the 1950's. :eyebrow:
Well thanks, Classic. I knew it would be cool to be a member of your clique! ;)
The place grosses about $2,000/day, so there's no financial need to treat staff so poorly.
We fill in our time cards ourselves. I suppose buying a clock that would let us punch in officially would cost too much. Often the desk clerk is alone at the front counter, so there's no actual proof of how long we were there. Of course, Motel Maintenance Man immediately rats us out to the owner if we do something wrong. Naturally, mum's the word if we do something right. The other desk clerk could verify my hours because she was exhausted and called me to ask if I'd mind finishing her shift for her. But she's terrified of "Norman" and is a worse space cadet then I am, so...
If I just knew the computerized check-in and payment programs real motels use, I could apply to some ski resort outfits that are beginning to hire for the winter season, but true to form, all the Bates has is a manual system from the 1950's. :eyebrow:
<Victim card> Is it about a paycheck or principle? You sure are ready to fall on your sword over principle but when it comes down to brass tacks you are just like the rest of us....
Keep a diary, then at the end of the year get together with the other staff and hit him with a class action.
That's how they do it in the movies anyway right?...
So, your friend got paid for the hours you covered?
Oh...and..3am, zip? That's tomorrow!
<Victim card> Is it about a paycheck or principle? You sure are ready to fall on your sword over principle but when it comes down to brass tacks you are just like the rest of us....
Huh? What in the world are you talking about? Are you referring to my stance on letting the Bush tax cuts expire and comparing that to getting ripped off at a job that I can't quit until I find other work? How can you compare paying a few more dollars out of one's paycheck in taxes to having no paycheck at all? :headshake
So, your friend got paid for the hours you covered?
I don't think anyone got paid for them, but maybe she did. It was her shift and she might have spaced and put down that she worked the entire thing. Hopefully Carmen can straighten it out now that she's back.
@ Aliantha: Colorado law has a statute of limitations of two years for reporting tricks like the owner is playing. I'm keeping my paperwork and check stubs. My thought is once I find something else, I'll contact the State Department of labor about the owner's little tricks. The man is such a lowlife to take advantage of the recession and the high unemployment here to cheat his employees who get paid nothing to begin with.
If I just knew the computerized check-in and payment programs real motels use, I could apply to some ski resort outfits that are beginning to hire for the winter season, but true to form, all the Bates has is a manual system from the 1950's. :eyebrow:
You're computer literate. Apply anyway and wing it. If the complete ditzes they usually hire can manage it......
Are you calling SamIam an incomplete ditz?
:lol: I guess that she depends what she does next..... ;)
An IUD may stop the periods, but it sure as fuck doesn't stop the PMS. I am a twitchy ball of agitation and I hate everyone today.
Licensing agreements for audiobooks.
Fucking annoyed I am.
Some months ago I bought the first book in a new series of books by Guillermo Del Toro (of Pan's Labyrinth fame) called The Strain. It was very good. Both myself and Mum really enjoyed it. At that point only the first was available on audio.
I checked audible for new releases as is my habit, and there was the third instalment of The Strain Trilogy. Ok, interesting, must have missed the second right?
Wrong. The second book (The Fall) is available on the US site, but not the Uk site.
I phoned customer service and was told about how sometimes the publisher will change midway through a series, or maybe it's an error, but he;d look into it.
I just got an amail from them thanking me for my enquiry and explaining that audiobooks are licensed by region. Apparently, I should log into the site rather than browse as a guest because that way i won't be troubled by listings for books that are not licensed to my region.
That was not the point of my complaint. Having books 1 and 3, but not book 2 was my complaint.
So, I just went checking anyway, and it turns out that all three books are the same publisher. So wtf?
not 1, not 2, but THREE sets of customers just walked in at 8:30.
what
the
fuck
Who do you think you are, expecting to have some kind of life?
You exist to work, drone.
Leaving on his own volition or have you just had enough, Bri?
Ugh. Hope it gets better.
If it was of his own volition, it wouldn't be in this thread.
not 1, not 2, but THREE sets of customers just walked in at 8:30.
what
the
fuck
Well you don't close until 9. Where's the problem?
:stickpoke
I kid.
I feel like my life is the Wonderful One-Hoss Shay.
The Refrigerator is not so cold any longer...
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay,
That was built in such a logical way
It ran a hundred years to a day,
And then of a sudden it — ah, but stay,
I’ll tell you what happened without delay,
Scaring the parson into fits,
Frightening people out of their wits, –
Have you ever heard of that, I say?
Seventeen hundred and fifty-five.
Georgius Secundus was then alive, –
Snuffy old drone from the German hive.
That was the year when Lisbon-town
Saw the earth open and gulp her down,
And Braddock’s army was done so brown,
Left without a scalp to its crown.
It was on that terrible Earthquake-day
That the Deacon finished the one-hoss shay.
Now in building of shaises, I tell you what,
There is always a weakest spot, –
In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill,
In pannel or crossbar, or floor, or sill,
In screw, bolt, throughbrace, — lurking still,
Find it somewhere you must and will, –
Above or below, or within or without, –
And that’s the reason, beyond a doubt,
That a chaise breaks down, but doesn’t wear out.
But the Deacon swore (as deacons do,
With an "I dew vum," or an "I tell yeou")
He would build one shay to beat the taown
‘n’ the keounty ‘n’ all the kentry raoun’;
It should be so built that it couldn’ break daown:
"Fer," said the Deacon, "’t's mighty plain
Thut the weakes’ place mus’ stan’ the strain;
‘n’ the way t’ fix it, uz I maintain, is only jest
‘T’ make that place uz strong uz the rest."
So the Deacon inquired of the village folk
Where he could find the strongest oak,
That couldn’t be split nor bent nor broke, –
That was for spokes and floor and sills;
He sent for lancewood to make the thills;
The crossbars were ash, from the the straightest trees
The pannels of whitewood, that cuts like cheese,
But lasts like iron for things like these;
The hubs of logs from the "Settler’s ellum," –
Last of its timber, — they couldn’t sell ‘em,
Never no axe had seen their chips,
And the wedges flew from between their lips,
Their blunt ends frizzled like celery-tips;
Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw,
Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too,
Steel of the finest, bright and blue;
Throughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide;
Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide
Found in the pit when the tanner died.
That was the way he "put her through,"
"There!" said the Deacon, "naow she’ll dew!"
Do! I tell you, I rather guess
She was a wonder, and nothing less!
Colts grew horses, beards turned gray,
Deacon and deaconess dropped away,
Children and grandchildren — where were they?
But there stood the stout old one-hoss shay
As fresh as on Lisbon-earthquake-day!
EIGHTEEN HUNDRED; — it came and found
The Deacon’s masterpiece strong and sound.
Eighteen hindred increased by ten; –
"Hahnsum kerridge" they called it then.
Eighteen hundred and twenty came; –
Running as usual; much the same.
Thirty and forty at last arive,
And then come fifty and FIFTY-FIVE.
Little of of all we value here
Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year
Without both feeling and looking queer.
In fact, there’s nothing that keeps its youth,
So far as I know, but a tree and truth.
(This is a moral that runs at large;
Take it. — You’re welcome. — No extra charge.)
FIRST OF NOVEMBER, — the Earthquake-day, –
There are traces of age in the one-hoss shay,
A general flavor of mild decay,
But nothing local, as one may say.
There couldn’t be, — for the Deacon’s art
Had made it so like in every part
That there wasn’t a chance for one to start.
For the wheels were just as strong as the thills
And the floor was just as strong as the sills,
And the panels just as strong as the floor,
And the whippletree neither less or more,
And the back-crossbar as strong as the fore,
And the spring and axle and hub encore.
And yet, as a whole, it is past a doubt
In another hour it will be worn out!
First of November, fifty-five!
This morning the parson takes a drive.
Now, small boys get out of the way!
Here comes the wonderful one-hoss shay,
Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay.
"Huddup!" said the parson. — Off went they.
The parson was working his Sunday’s text, –
Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed
At what the — Moses — was coming next.
All at once the horse stood still,
Close by the meet’n'-house on the hill.
First a shiver, and then a thrill,
Then something decidedly like a spill, –
And the parson was sitting upon a rock,
At half past nine by the meet’n'-house clock, –
Just the hour of the earthquake shock!
What do you think the parson found,
When he got up and stared around?
The poor old chaise in a heap or mound,
As if it had been to the mill and ground!
You see, of course, if you’re not a dunce,
How it went to pieces all at once, –
All at once, and nothing first, –
Just as bubbles do when they burst.
End of the wonderful one-hoss shay.
Logic is logic. That’s all I say.
In my parents' day, school kids had to memorize long poems,
and the deacon's shay was one my Mom knew by heart.
In reading through, some of the lines were familiar to me.
But somehow it seems there were a some other lines...
something about "...a hundred years to the day...neary a man is still alive..."
Oh well, it's a very nice post... and they don't make shays like that anymore.
I got last minute tickets to the cowboys game..... Half way there there is an accident on the schuylkill expressway. I deal with this god damn s*** every morning on my way to work. the guy that has my tickets will be going inside at 8 pm. I'm sure he will come out and give me my ticket if I am late but this is really pissing me off.
I just cleared the accident! yahoo...
The house I rent, the wonderful, 4 bedroom, two story, hot tub upstairs, in the right school district, so close to work and the gym and my son's house, the house I'd planned to live in for the next 4 years, yeah that house...is being put on the market by the owner as a short sale. :thepain:
So now I have to find another house. With at least 3 bedrooms and a den/office and two car garage, close to work, in an A or B graded school district. In my price range. That takes pets. That isn't in foreclosure. :mad:
And I get to deal with a parade of potential buyers and strangers tramping through my house and yard and poking their noses into my stuff and dealing with a listing agent who didn't even bother to read both sentences of the email I sent her, including the one that said I am at work, please call me at on my cell after 6:00. I know she didn't read both sentences because she called me 2 minutes after I sent the email. At work. :mad2:
I haven't even hung my pictures from the last move a year ago. So now I have to pack up a 4 bedroom house YET AGAIN. :scream:
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That sucks. You only signed a 1 year lease? Or does the lease say they can kick you out any time?
Moving sucks. Sorry Stormie. :(
It was a one year lease - standard residential lease. Expires the end of November, which means it's month-to-month after that. We each can give 30 days notice at that point.
I made it clear to the landlord when we moved in that we planned to stay put for 5 years, until our youngest was finished with elementary school. At that point, my oldest two would be out and our financial plan called for us to buy a 2 bedroom condo to hold us through until retirement.
Gotta redo the whole plan now, dammit. Plus we're planning a vacation to the Smoky's in 2 weeks, plus Christmas next month, so coming up with moving-to-a-new-house money will be a big strain unless we dip into savings.
That's strange, they must be desperate for the money. Usually an owner would be thrilled with a steady renter who wasn't tearing the place up, they would just jack the rent up if they weren't making ends meet.
I always want to be somewhere else, but I hate moving so much that I've remained here (so far). My dream is to just throw some clothes in the truck and a few of my favorite books - along with the cats, of course - and just drive off in the middle of the night, never to return.
Good luck, Stormie. Your current situation sucks. Oh, and happy holidays. The people who own the house are jerks!
Maybe the people who own the house desperately need the money from the sale.
Not making less of the situation Stormie is in, and it'd piss me off too, but when it all comes down to it, the owner does have the right to sell if there's no lease obligation.
Maybe it wont sell too quickly Stormie, or maybe you'll find somewhere even better. Either way, I hope you come up trumps. xx
For what it's worth, Stormie--it's perhaps unethical, but you do have the ability to influence whether the owner finds a buyer. We walked through two houses that had a current renter who didn't want to move out, and both of them chose to be right there and in the way the whole time. One actually went to the bathroom with the door open while we were there. Though I'm not sure his behavior was necessarily planned, I think he may have just been a genuinely horrible person.
Lots of really unscrupulous things happen with rental properties.
The landlord may be collecting rent, but not making mortage payments.
The landlord may not be disclosing to prospective tenants the property status.
If looky-lu's are a problem, the lease should identify the tenants rights.
a few such could be:
minimum of 24 hour notice to tenant
tenant's right to refuse entry ("Oh, it's not convenient right now")
tenant's right to set date/time of inspection
After end of lease period:
tenant may be able to renegotiate lease
tenant gets new 30-day rental agreement, or
tenant must get 30-day notice to vacate
last resort: tenant purchase of the property
Stormie, can you buy the house?
not 1, not 2, but THREE sets of customers just walked in at 8:30.
what
the
fuck
Notice to all consumers: when you do this, we hate you.
@Aliantha - they're not going to make any money on the sale. A short sale means the owner has a hardship and cannot keep up with his mortgage, so the mortgage holder has agreed to a sale for less than the mortgage. The owner gets to walk away without ruining his credit but he doesn't keep a dime.
@Spexxvet and Lamp - I don't want to buy the house. I have no ues for a 4 bedroom house after my oldest daughter moves out, which will probably be in the next couple of years. My financial plan calls for the purchase of a 2 bedroom condo/townhouse with a 15yr mortgage at a certain dollar amount, which is supposed to be paid off when I retire.
I don't blame the owner. He expressed that he really, really didn't want this. It happens all too often in this economy, I had just hoped this wouldn't happen to MY landlord.
We have 30 days notice requirements (both ways), once the lease expires the end of the month and hopefully, I can find another nice house. But it will still cost me a couple grand to get moved, unfortunately. And a lot of sweat!! A lot of people suggest I stop paying rent or not pay the last month's rent, but I won't do that. I always fulfill my legal obligations.
Good on you Stormie... if I had a place, I'd rent to you !
Ahh, I didn't know what a short sale was. Makes more sense now then. Maybe you should try and buy the house, then sell it when you're done with it? Specially if it's a good deal and you can afford it. At least then you're not at the mercy of the rent gods anymore.
Any chance the new owner would let you keep renting it?
There's always a chance of that, Zen. They can either have us sign a lease and present the property as an investment property, or leave us month-to-month to attract owner occupants.
I have weighed hanging in until the last minute, but don't want to be rushed into finding a new place to live. So think I'll quit worrying until after New Year's, and then start looking in earnest.
Notice to all consumers: when you do this, we hate you.
Yes, but you still want our money.
My son has OcD.
he refuses all treatment.
I'm just supposed to let him go about doing what he does and pay for all the soap, water, etcc. that his OcD requires.
I woke up this morning and the faucet in the bathroom was running. He had left it ON all NIGHT.
My water bill DOUBLES when he lives here and he's NOT doing his OcD thing. Now I imagine it will be TRIPLE.
I"m very upset. It's like living with an active alcoholic because his OcD rules change every day (one day it's ok to touch something and the next day it's NOT okay to touch it) he's constantly on edge and woe unto me if I run out of soap.
It's driving me fookin' crazy. I am getting desperate.
I don't have any advice, but I feel sorry for you Bri. Is there maybe a support group you could join just to learn some coping strategies or something?
Sorry but that's all I've got. :(
I don't have any advice, but I feel sorry for you Bri. Is there maybe a support group you could join just to learn some coping strategies or something?
Sorry but that's all I've got. :(
thanks, Ali.
I was thinking I could go to Al-anon (which is for the loved ones of an alcoholic - for co-dependants) because it really is like living with an active alcoholic. I feel like I have walk on eggshells around him so he doesn't freak out (which happened a few weeks ago and was NOT pretty)
ugh.
If he would at least TRY to get help but he's not at ALL interested in getting any.
I guess most of us live in denial about our problems till they get way out of hand. Does he realise he has a problem at least?
I hope you can get some help though. It must be pretty tough emotionally, let alone the financial expense.
Was he like this before you got sick? Could it have something to do with that at all? Is family counselling an option at all?
"Oi, kid.
Get help or move out."
If only it were that easy. I'm sure it's not. But I do think that is the general direction to be heading.
Afterthought. Change that or to and/or.
he refuses all treatment.
Force him to a psych once. Get the psych to give you a scrip. Agree with the son afterwards that he doesn't have to take it if he doesn't want to.
And then dose his orange juice every morning.
Side question: Has he always had OCD symptoms, or has it become worse or started up entirely in recent years?
I tried to kick him out a few weeks ago and he got physical with me (he is 6'6") and threatened harm to me and my house. (specifically kicking the TV in) Then he went to make a move like he was going to kick it in and stopped mid-swing and then came up to me in a menacing way. I said, "get out," and he said, basically, "Make me!"
when he was 13 he suffered from psychotic depression. he was on an antidepressant and risperdal (antipychotic). He was on it for a year and saw a doc regularly. He was eventually weaned off and seemed fine. This is when the ocd (handwashing and fear of certain objects becasue they were "evil") started.
Last Feb. he started to have these thoughts (evil things) again. He saw three different docs who ALL said he should be on an antidepressant. He rejects that. he thinks it makes him less than a man to take meds (this shame is from his father who thinks anyone on meds is a goddamn baby, etc.) and he refuses to talk abou it - yelling at me when I try to bring it up that talking "only makes it worse," I am also NOT to interrupt him during one of his rituals. If I say, "That's enough handwashing" I am making it worse.
He won't sleep in his room/bed so uses my living room for his bedroom. all his shit is there, he sleeps on the couch. See - something is evil about his room/bed but I'm not allowed to know what is wrong or to even allude to it. I'm just supposed to bring his clean towels, soap and hundreds of dollars in water. The other day he washed his hands for half an hour.
I'm going crazy.
MY therapist says You are Responsible for Your Own Feelings. So - what do I do?????
eta - he's 20 now. And he goes to college and he works a small job as a magician. His father has kicked him out of his home because he couldn't stand the OCD shit so the kid, who before split his time between us, now is with ME all the time.
I'm so sorry Bri. I don't know what you can do, but you've got to keep yourself safe.
Frankly, I think you need to evict him. But I'm a harsh bitch and I've never been in your situation. Change the locks while he's out, leave his stuff on the porch with a note that says "I love you but I have to do this for both of us. When you've seen a doctor and got some medication to help then we can discuss further" and call the police if he gets violent. You have to put yourself and your personal safety first. You're no help to him in hospital/the morgue.
The threatening behaviors is plenty enough to get him involuntarily committed for a few days. Maybe over the Thanksgiving break so he doesn't miss any school? :) They'll get him on meds against his will. Maybe once he's on them, he'll see the light and stay on them.
wolf is probably up to speed on the process for getting him temporarily committed.
Geez Bri. I don't know what to say, except to agree with what others have said here. Keep yourself safe, and do what it takes to make him get help. You're between a rock and a hard place. I'm thinking of you. :(
Bri, my feelings are pretty much entirely for you.
But being outside the situation I can only counter that you are dealing with a young man with problems.
If he was deaf you wouldn't shout at him.
If he was blind you wouldn't be mad if he couldn't find his way out of a room.
Living with a young man with any problem must be bloody hard, and I'm not criticising you.
Clod will have the best advice. That comment stands alone. But apart from her huge, benevolent brain, she also lives with two children with behavioural issues (as far as general society is concerned). She knows the difference between catering to a specific need and giving in, and how to choose your battles.
Despite waffling on above, I really can't offer any help.
I just send my love and hope there are better times for you and your lad.
Griff is very smart.
Wolf, ever thought of visiting Brianna for a week?
Frankly, I think you need to evict him. But I'm a harsh bitch and I've never been in your situation. Change the locks while he's out, leave his stuff on the porch with a note that says "I love you but I have to do this for both of us. When you've seen a doctor and got some medication to help then we can discuss further" and call the police if he gets violent. You have to put yourself and your personal safety first. You're no help to him in hospital/the morgue.
Bri, monster has the rite idea. It may be hard but you need peace and sanity in your life.
thanks, everyone,for your thoughts and suggestions.
I will have to do something but I will do it calmly and rationally and I won't raise my voice (I never raise my voice anyway - it's just not how I do battle)
we'll see. but, again, thanks.
Ok. Kid is (naturally) no better. I think he's getting worse. Why wouldn't he get worse? He's not being treated for a disease. Untreated diseases get worse.
There is a frosty detente in the air. I try not to bother him, he tries not to bother me. But, being the mother, I am bothered. I pick up the slack.
I'm going to go to Al-anon. I know I am responsible for my own feelings. He cannot "make" me feel any certain way.
On a purely practical level - my car still dead. We changed the alternator. Still no go.
OTOH - I watched a show about some people in Appalachia. It's not that bad here.
Yet.
This convo.
hello trish
2 hours agoTrish Williams
Hi Lagi
2 hours agoKalani [deleted]
kal was asking if we can book the boys ticket on the 13 and come back for new years there..
2 hours agoTrish Williams
I had Christmas dinner planned with them for the 16th and they are supposed to see their Aunty on the 17th. Maybe in the evening on the 17th if possible?
I will talk to the kids. What day were you planning on sending them back?
2 hours agoKalani [deleted]
kal said you didnt tell us earlier about your plansas we already plan for the boys to come over any day before christamas.. now you are telling us we dont know what to do now...
thats what kal said trish sorry but i just have to let you know that
2 hours agoTrish Williams
Better put him in front of the computer. What I'm about to say might not turn out too nice.
Originally it was from the 20th of December to the 5th of January. Those are the dates I've been working around and so have the kids, including Aden who has a job and has already organised the time off for between those dates. Just because you've once again decided you want to change the plan ie. send them home before new year, don't try and put the blame on me.
about an hour agoTrish Williams
I've been very patient with this sort of bullshit from you for years and I'm pretty sick of it. If you want to be an arsehole about it, they can just stay home. They both seem to think the onus is on you to come and visit them anyway, so they'd be just as happy not to have to leave here over Christmas.
about an hour agoKalani [deleted]
thats fine put on the boys now i want to talk to them
about an hour agoTrish Williams
Aden is at work, so you can talk to him later. He'll be home after 7pm our time.
Mav will be here in a minute
it's mav on mum's account now
about an hour agoKalani [deleted]
this dad how are you
about an hour agoTrish Williams
i'm good thanks, how are you?
about an hour agoKalani [deleted]
im fine do you know the situation of your coming over now
about an hour agoTrish Williams
yeah, mum showed me
about an hour agoKalani [deleted]
so how do you feel about it?
about an hour agoTrish Williams
i don't know
about an hour agoKalani [deleted]
get on skype i will call you now
about an hour agoTrish Williams
i don't have one. it's adens one that we used and i don't know what it's called
You missed a call from Kalani.about an hour ago
about an hour agoKalani [deleted]
i called you
about an hour agoTrish Williams
its not working
it's not working
about an hour agoKalani [deleted]
the thing is you got alll time and days with trish and this one time i ask for you and aden to come over
about an hour agoTrish Williams
i know that, but i just don't want to leave so early, and Aden has to work anyway.
about an hour agoKalani [deleted]
is there any reason why you donot want to come early? at least you get to spend some times with me n ur sister
about an hour agoTrish Williams
i just have plans with my friends and that and I don't want to fly over without aden and he can't go till the 20th because he has to work
about an hour agoKalani [deleted]
ok then i shall cal you and aden on skype then when aden comes home.
about an hour agoTrish Williams
ok
This is Trish. Do you not get that Aden has organised to work until the 19th?
Because that was the date you and the boys agreed on weeks ago.
about an hour agoKalani [deleted]
just tell your mother to watch her mouth bcause she is talking on my wifes account and that is disrespect
about an hour agoTrish Williams
Fuck you Kal. Don't be an idiot all your life. These boys are old enough to make their own decisions and they don't need to be bullied by you, and nor do I. I'm not afraid of you.
Ali,
I deleted the last name of your ex-husband's wife from your post above. It just doesn't seem right to be posting someone else's personal information like that. I hope you understand. (If you want me to delete your real name, just let me know, and I'll do that too.)
More on topic, I'm sorry you have to deal with such a jerk of an ex.
Damn it, I'm sorry to hear about so many unreliable and immature ex's on the cellar today. Sorry Ali. You're right to let the boys make their own decisions. They're old enough to know that their dad is being a douche.
I don't exactly understand who all the players are, but the other side sounds as though they are being very unreasonable. Sorry they are making your Christmas plans so difficult, Ali.
I don't exactly understand who all the players are
Yeah, me either.
Ali, he's a shithead.
It doesn't look as if Mav and Aden had any confusion about the dates, so it's all down to him.
You were prepared to allow your boys to visit a man who has not stepped up to the parenting mark on the most precious family season (in the West). Good on you. If he screws this up he will have even more bridges to build.
I dunno about his side of things.
I admit I can micromanage and hyper-organise, so it might be he would always look like the villain to me.
But changing plans with two weeks notice - especially at Christmas - is dicking about in my book.
My oh my can I relate. I interact with my ex all the time and its always just as you wrote above.
I'm dealing with the exact same thing right now over his speech. Its not enough about HER. Ferfuxache!
Just try to stay above it all.
It was rather reassuring to read the other poster's comments. I always wonder if I'm the one causing the issues even though deep down I know I'm not.
Thanks guys. I posted it here to get some feedback about whether I was being reasonable or not. He does this every single time there's an arrangement to be made, and all this on top of the fact that he owes us $600 from over a year ago that he asked for when he first married his new wife but had no money when they first came back here from Samoa. He said it was to pay a bond on a flat, and then the next thing he's in another country.
Glatt, thanks. I should have done that myself, but couldn't see properly for the steam coming out of my ears. ;) I don't care about my name. Anyone who does a half decent search around here could put that together anyway.
I have more to add here today. Cleo just jumped over the fence and bit the hand of the woman who walks her yappy poodles past our place every morning. It was just a nip, I suspect she was actually going for the yappiest one and the womans hand got in the way. By the time I got outside Cleo was cowering by the gate waiting to come back in. Fuck knows why she didn't just jump back in. Anyway, the woman who got bitten happens to be the woman who picked up every ball Max threw over the fence when he was little. She never bothered throwing them back into the yard they obviously came from. She put them in her pocket to take home for her yappy poodles.
Maybe our dogs figured it out and decided to make her pay.
So anyway, today will be spent putting trip wires up on the fence and gate out the front. The back is already done, so at least it's only about 30 metres or so to do.
Fucking eye doctors, fucking beest, fucking kids, fucking people, in fucking general. and fucking carrots.
go ahead smart-arse away.
fuck it
What is it with dogs this week?
Yesterday I took Jackson & Lucy for their normal walk on the beach, now our beach is dog friendly and has "off leash" policy.
Most of the time Jackson doesnt leave my side, he's actually obsessed with being so close to me and touching my hand....its annoying, but cute.
Yesterday, he sees a lady walking in the distance and took off, Lucy did as well. I bellowed at her and she hesitated, looked back, then went "fuck it, he's still going". So this poor lady had two quite big dogs charging towards her, and Jackson just jumps all over her!! (he doesnt jump on me because he knows its wrong, but he needs to learn that of other people as well).
I finally got Lucy to listen and she came back, Jackson just kept doing his thing, ignoring me.
Then when Lucy and I started walking in the other direction, he decided to come too. I put him on the lead and he just sat on his arse, wouldnt walk, wouldnt move. So I dragged his arse along for a good 50 metres before he decided it would be better to walk.
Now, Im worried about letting him off in case he does it again. We do training every day, he sits, he stays, he waits and wont touch his food until told...but obviously thats when he WANTS to listen.
Oh, and dude from 2 doors down yelled at Tyler last night about the Black Dog whos been hanging around. WTF? I was in the front yard, yell at me not the 8 year old, its not our fucking dog anyway and its certainly not OUR fault. Cockhead. I gave him whatfor!
I couldn't find the pawn shop that has NhocCuteGirls. I thought I might get a good deal on them this week, maybe even free shipping!
Yep, dogs gone crazy this week.
We've just been to the hardware store and bought the stuff we need to increase the height of the fence another 18 inches. If she jumps over that I'll be surprised. I'm pretty sure she would still be able to get out if she really wanted to, but I'm going to work on the premise that she'll say, "ah fuck that" when she sees the fence is now higher than her head when she puts her front feet up.
Oh Ali, I meant to comment on Kal....
Ex's are shit, all of them. All ex's should sent to a remote island where they cant do anymore damage and can all hook up.
Bit harsh of him to put Mav on the spot like that, I cant stand it when they involve the kids or use them as instruments....plus bit rude getting his missus to act as a go between and THEN tell Mav to make sure you watch your mouth.
I say kick him in the cunt :)
Damn it, I'm sorry to hear about so many unreliable and immature ex's on the cellar today. Sorry Ali. You're right to let the boys make their own decisions. They're old enough to know that their dad is being a douche.
for the record, there are several reliable and mature exes on the cellar too.
I fancy myself one. We all know others. It's just that the immature ones get the press.
Aliantha--
It seems clear to me, and to your sons as well, what is going on here. It seems to me that their Dad is putting his desires ahead of the desires of his sons. Or, you can use the phrase "best interests" if you prefer.
Sometimes that's warranted, I think it's a big and easy mistake to spoil a child. I don't say yes to everything. So, sometimes SonofV doesn't get his way. However, I do keep as my guiding principle "What is in his best interest?" Changing plans, established agreed upon plans like this very close to the action date can certainly be a problem. But to me, the greater harm is by putting them in the middle. That's straight bullshit.
They're kids. They do get to have some say in things, but making them choose, or putting them in a position where they have to say yes to one and no to another. Being in a position where the would feel responsible for letting down one of the parents is bad enough, but for a parent to put them there is inexcusable.
Pick me! says one
bullshit.
Who's the decider? Who's the adult?
I have had my share of that same shit and I hate it.
Well, they didn't really want to go right from the start, but I encouraged them to go and spend some time with their father. He is still their father even if I do think he's an arsehole a lot of the time. That's why we broke up in the first place. Because we couldn't get along.
I've told them that if they still don't really want to go, then I'm not going to have anything more to say about it, and i'll deal with their father from here on in if that's what they want. He was supposed to talk to them last night on skype, but he never showed up. What's new? So anyway, bugger him. I just feel sorry for his new family.
Hahaha, Zippy!! I love that. I may post it on facebook next time I feel that way inclined.
Well, the boys told their father they think he should come and see them and that they don't want to go to NZ at Christmas this year, so they're not going which is good as far as I'm concerned. I hope they don't regret it, but in the end, I had to let them make the call and that's what they wanted.
We've put the extension on the fence today. Looks not too bad. It was longer than I thought though. We were about 5 metres short on the wire, but it should be fine till I go out next. The bit that's not done is more for continuity than an area she's likely to jump over anyway, not to mention that the hedging trees are there and would make it a pretty broad jump anyway.
Well lets see what Dadz has to say about that !
prolly LOTS after he speaks to Wifey ,
My neighbours, talking over the back fence....
Him: "Gee, your lawns look good, how do you get them so green?"
Me: "I water them"
Him: "What? really? oh no, we cant afford to water our lawns, we have to pay for water"
Really? seems you can afford to put your 3 kids in childcare everyday even though you and the missus dont work.
Why don't they just get a tank and collect water to use on the lawns? srsly. Why doesn't everyone? They're so cheap these days, and simple to install if you have half a brain. Even basic pumps are easy to install.
Bah! In my day, running around under the sprinkler WAS child care.
Googe has changed it's home web page.
So now instead of a single click to go to Maps or Images or ...,
it takes two. Oh, that is so much better.
:right:
Googe has changed it's home web page.
So now instead of a single click to go to Maps or Images or ...,
it takes two. Oh, that is so much better.
:right:
Check in options to see if you can opt out. I'm not seeing it here, yet. Still have the menu bar on the top left. Can you post a screen capture?
If nothing else helps, just make a bookmark directly to the stuff you use most often.
Still have the menu bar on the top left. Can you post a screen capture?
Please don't take this too seriously...:D
It's more of a Steve Jobs poke at the drop down menu...
Just imagine how many millions of extra
clicks per day
this Google programmer has dumped on the computer world.
FWIW, My google page is still normal also.
Now I am pissed that Google is picking on me.:eyebrow:
Google is like the little boy in 3rd grade. Google has a HUGE crush on you but like the little boy, doesn't know quite how to express it. So Google dips your pigtails in the inkwell and pulls your skirt up on the playground and taunts you by stealing your Hostess Twinkie and running around the cafeteria with it.
Google wants to marry you and have like ten thousand of your babies.
MMMMOOOOOOFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Roto - Rooter.
268.00 and a basement lake.
IwantacondoIwantacondoIwantacondoIwantacondo.....
Look at the bright side - you got a built-in swimming pool for less than $300.
Please don't take this too seriously...:D
It's more of a Steve Jobs poke at the drop down menu...
Just imagine how many millions of extra clicks per day
this Google programmer has dumped on the computer world.
How on earth did you get a Google page like that? Mine has the choices in a menu at the top of the screen. I didn't even know they were there until I read your post and checked out my own Google.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!?!?
glad me and the ex get along! my issue with her is actually getting her to return a phone call. not so bad in retrospect of the above convo.
my apologies Ali!
whoa!! now really WTF?!?! I was posting in another thread (pissing you off thread) and it gets posted here?!?!
ETA: oops! i did post in the thread :blush: was back reading and ugh. never mind. oh i know what's wrong!!! i don't have an adult beverage in my hand! damn i'm pissed!!
OH it's not so bad as that usually plth. I have always made a huge effort to get along with him for the sake of the kids.
He just makes it awfully hard at times.
isn't that what ex's are supposed to do? :rolleyes: just kiddin hun! that's good to hear.
Please don't take this too seriously...:D
It's more of a Steve Jobs poke at the drop down menu...
Just imagine how many millions of extra clicks per day
this Google programmer has dumped on the computer world.
Looks like this is chrome specific. Are you using the Chrome browser? The work-around I found is to use this link instead of the vanilla one.
http://www.google.com/webhp?complete=0&hl=en
Did that do it for you?
As I say, please don't take this too seriously... I can endure.
Yes, your link did give me the usual default screen.
No, I am not using Chrome... it is Firefox 3.6.24 updated regularly and automatically via Comcast.net
It is a truly weird, and non-static, situation.
Sometime Google Web comes up normally,
and sometimes with the drop-down menu.
Maybe it depends on my own keystrokes or which previous application I used...
Who knows, I haven't sorted that out yet, myself.
But thanks for your efforts... I do appreciate the help.
I'm getting the same thing, Lamp. They are just "putting the tip in" to use a crude but effective metaphor for the changes they are going to be implementing, like it or not. I did reply to their request for feedback with I hate it.
As I say, please don't take this too seriously... I can endure.
Yes, your link did give me the usual default screen.
No, I am not using Chrome... it is Firefox 3.6.24 updated regularly and automatically via Comcast.net
It is a truly weird, and non-static, situation.
Sometime Google Web comes up normally,
and sometimes with the drop-down menu.
Maybe it depends on my own keystrokes or which previous application I used...
Who knows, I haven't sorted that out yet, myself.
But thanks for your efforts... I do appreciate the help.
this is WTF?
... by my reckoning, you're about FIVE major releases away from "updated". Is this Comcast's dealio? Cause, I have Firefox as well, but my version reads 8.0.
http://download.cnet.com/Mozilla-Firefox/3000-2356_4-10208569.html
I can't do that... it requires Mac Mac OS X 10.5/10.6/10.7/10.5
Upgrading to Mac OSX 10.5 or higher is now multi-$100 deal for me,
and that's not taking into account non-Apple software upgrades that would be needed too.
This is why you should buy a pc.
I thought we went through this.
Yes but, but, but...
This Mac has been running continuously since 8/11/06
with no hardware failures or repairs,
additional costs for Apple or 3rd-party software, and zero viral infestations.
Doesn't that count for something ? :yelgreedy
Oooops, I did replace the original Apple mouse with an optical mouse.
It's almost impossible to get people to change their ways.
But Merc did change at least once (that I know of) from PC to Mac :rolleyes:
.
pissing me off?
these fucking cats chewing on everything around here.
all the plastic bags and now my cables to my computer. I"ll beat the sh*t out of them if I catch them again. goddammit.
the food is OVER THERE ------------------------------>
Don't have cats, but I've heard a spray water bottle gets their attention.
I'm not keen to spray water around my computer gear.
Rubber bands work well if your aim is good.
Not sure it's a good idea, but Invisible fence does make a collar for cats.
Hey, Footfootfoot, it's a big fat woodchuck!
Why would cats chew cables? That is weird. I don't think any of my cats chewed anything like that.
I want a cat. :(
you do realize I'm not putting a return address on the package don't you?
Why post, when you could catapult?
thats why cats have tails
I've fond the most effective way to correct behaviour in a cat is hissing.
You can get cans of compressed air to do it for you, but I have a pretty effective impression anyway.
None of my cats have chewed cables, but Diz loves cardboard or paper (I have handed in numerous forms with cat teeth marks in) and Dylan used to love plastic. He would pierce the handles of my Bag For Life - lots of tiny perforations that would make the handles snap once the bag was full. Thanks babba. Damn, I still miss him.
Okay it doesn't belong in this thread because it is a success story of a kind, but I have finally trained Diz not to come and snuggle until I am ready to wake up. This is either when the alarm has gone off or when the light is on. He does chance it sometimes if he hears me stirring, but he hasn't actually woken me up for a good while now. Yay Diz!
No doubt I have jinxed this now and he will wake me up at 06.30 again tomorrow.
ETA this might have more to do with the mornings still getting darker rather than my training...
make me an offer.
Hee. I used to say, when both Taj and Gaines were still with me, I had a sale on cats going: 2 for $1.98 or 1 for $500. Jokingly. They can drive you bonkers, even as you love them.
But I'm not ready for another cat yet. Still, I see them and want want want.
yes, bonkers. yes I love them. the plastic bag/covering chewing is merely weird and annoying. biting the cables and or power cords. very not cool.
technically, they're not my cats, they were given to my BD back in the day. I told the story around here somewhere, I'm sure. The upshot is that they stayed at the natal home whilst she galavanted off to college, graduated, boomeranged home, moved out again. She insists they're her cats. Ha. Sure, they're her cats, and the poop and pee and hair and clawing and shredded chewed household is mine, but the cats are hers. Riiiight.
I dare you to come get them. I did mention that BD's graduation present from me was a Rottweiller, didn't I? :lol:
Out of my four cats, two had a plastic allergy. I found out soon when Toonces started looking like Mick Jagger, his lips so swollen from eating from his plastic bowl. Doc H told me that many cats are allergic to plastic. I bought metal dishes, or used glass.
However, same cats were attracted to plastic too (eating plastic wrappers when they found one, etc.)
Dunno if this is relevant.
Sometimes a kitteh has just got to chew, you know.
:rolleyes:
Please. Don't encourage them, m'kay?
I ordered 5 x mas gifts a week and a half ago and wondered why no shipped email etc. Well I called and was told oh yah that will ship on Jan 4th? WTF? :eyebrow: Yah no it won't, cancel that order then the lady tells me to have a nice day, again WTF? :mad2: how is that possible now grumble ^&^&^*%$
I feel your pain.
I ordered something on 04/12/11. Christmas themed baking item.
It arrived today.
I wanted it to make goodies for the staff room.
No point now, only 2 days to go and on Friday we finish at midday (ie no staff having lunch at school).
Tomorrow we'll still be eating leftovers from the buffet today, so my efforts just wouldn't be appreciated in the same way.
I contacted the company mid-week last week and was told "Oh no, our standard shipping is 7 working days." Of course I was a fool for not checking, but you'd think they'd make it a bit more obvious at this time of year at least.
So I have to sit on this for A WHOLE YEAR NOW.
I won't send back because 1) I'd have to pay postage and 2) it's paid for now, and I'll still want it next year.
Disappointed though.
You ordered it in APRIL? That's crazy!
You ordered it in APRIL? That's crazy!
Are you just arseing around or did you not know dates are written day/month/year in the UK?
Oops - I usually write dates in words to save confusion.
I can't comment on Shawnee's arse though...
Oh you wacky people!
Yeah, I did think of it later but it took me awhile. Funny how we get so used to a certain way it's hard to see it any other way. Especially when you have a day that could easily be a month (1-12) ;)
Gotcha.
Actually my ex and I ordered online in the early days of being able to do so. We were so disappointed that nothing was coming on time we never did it again. So April didn't seem too farfetched. Of course, things have completely turned around since then.
This is why we should all be using
ISO 8601 date standard.
So, we are buying house with our VA loan. Should be a simple process. The processor calles me yesterday, three days before we close and says we need to give them another 1200.00 to close and they won't approve the loan if they don't see the money to cover the amount in our accounts. I said "WHAT"?! To make a long story short, they are trying to charge me for a transfer tax that does not exist in NC. So, I have a great realtor who says horse hockey, he does this stuff all the time. USAA is fucked up and now the process may not be able to close on Friday. We have friends and trucks lined up to move..etc....there is no reason to not be able to close. Man oh man, I'm sitting here right now waiting on a call from the processer to let us know the underwriter has approved the loan and can then send it to the lawyer in time to close on Friday. If it were not for the last minute nothing would ever get done. Yes this is really pissing me off right now.
Pete just asked me why I was scowling at the computer. friggin VA. sorry Joe
One thing that is pissing me off is this shortcut keyboard that erased the post I was going to make! :mad:
Trying again...
I have a Macy's card, I have had one since 1990 and since I am nowhere near a Macy's anymore I use it to buy online. Mostly my balance is zero. In Oct I bought 2 tops for $35.
I pay my bill online and in Nov I tried for 3 days to use their online bill pay and on the 3rd day the due date of the bill I called them so I could pay the balance in full on the phone because I could not do it online.
The lady apologized and knew they were having online trouble and that the phone fee to pay would be waived and I would not be charged any late fees should they occur. Oh and she says would you like to go paperless? It safer for the environment blah blah green blah blah, so I said sure. She told me if I had a balance I would get bill payment reminders in email. I have not used this card since Oct.
Today I get a collection bill in the snail mail for $64 WTF? :eek: So I call Macy's and after waiting 10 minutes I get Shawn Hardy [really?] whose Indian accent is so thick I can barely make out what he is trying to tell me and he was not understanding me either. I am good at deciphering foreigners speaking English!
Anyway after he understood that these were a late payment that should not have been charged and then a late payment charged on the late payment charge he offered to just let me pay one late payment charge. :eyebrow:
:rolleyes:
Sucking in air I explained to him again that I should not have been charged the original late payment so NO I am not going to pay any of this. Finally the light bulb went off. One of the charges has been removed but the second has to be forwarded to higher ups to be removed.
Well we'll see....:eyebrow:
I've got colds and I'm feeling lazy. >.<
Christmas cards with the fall-off-every-where glitter shit.
Yesterday i miraclized most of the kitchen, today I'm all fired up to finish the job but there are holes in my right hand non-latex "rubber" glove. it was my last one. Everything in the stores at the moment is disposable or latex, neither of which will do the job. :( And no, you can't just turn the left one inside out.
(For those who don't know, I have chronic eczema on my hands and a severe latex allergy)
What's your position on Nitrile?
All the cool kids have switched over to
nitrile.
no endorsement of this company implied.
Nitrile is what I use -Mr Clean Nyplex but I can't get them for love or money these days. I even called their helpline and they were "oh yes, they're available from all these stores....." looks like I'mm'a have to go bulk industrial, but that won't get me any today....
http://www.uline.com/Product/Detail/S-15398M/Chemical-Resistant-Gloves/Ansell-Sol-Vex-Nitrile-Chemical-Resistant-Gloves-Medium?model=S-15398M&RootChecked=yesThe disposable ones are no use, though -they just aren't strong enough. I can ge tindustrial strength ones in the stores -but they are too thick and are usually only available in humongous sizes.
/goldilocks
Took a cab to the market this afternoon to pick up some last-minute items. Cabbie drops me off next to a parked car, but being in kind of a hurry, I'm not paying attention enough to ask him to pull up. So, of course when I open the door, I misjudge a little and it ends up lightly tapping the parked car.
And wouldn't you know, someone is sitting in the car. He pokes his head out his door and says, "Hey, thanks for hitting the car!" Me: "I'm sorry, it was an accident." Him: "Bitch!" Me, not the least bit sorry anymore: "F@#% you!"
Ah, 'tis the season! :bitching:
goldilocks my ass! :lol:
you're a trooper! manage and assess! or even go without gloves. i have a detergent allergy but if need be, i use my roommates even though it makes me itch like crazy...
Oh Beest, dear, bring Hebe, Hector and Thor to the kitchen, would you. There's some things that need doing that I would do, only I can't ...
I'd say you have got things "just right" indeed. :D Those gloves might not be available for some time ;)
or even go without gloves. i have a detergent allergy but if need be, i use my roommates even though it makes me itch like crazy...
yes, allergic to detergents too. And most raw vegetable proteins... I am a trooper, but if I do anything in the kitchen without non-latex gloves, my hands will be out of action for at least a week -occasionally it has been to the point where I can't hold a steering wheel safely. Any other part of my body -if it were able to perform the task- would not react so badly, but I have had eczema on my hands all my life, the skin is so thin from all the steroid creams, I have no barrier whatsoever and right now, it's angry, swollen and raw already. "Itch like crazy" yeah, I could handle that. But that isn't where cleaning without gloves or with latex gloves takes me. It's taken me to hospital on more than one occassion. I'm no wuss. but I'm not stupid either.
Fortunately, we found an old pair of gloves that -whilst a little nasty- had no holes. So I was able to finish the kitchen and it's wonderful.
Are people ever going to understand that if they are supposed to call someone,
they have the obligation to keep trying until they reach them.
If you want my business and you say you'll call me back,
then you better damn well keep trying til you get me.
I'm fed up with not hearing from someone when they are supposed to call me,
and if I call them they say "Oh, I called, but the line was busy" :mad2:
.
Are people ever going to understand that if they are supposed to call someone,
they have the obligation to keep trying until they reach them.
Not sure about this one. If I call and leave a message or whatever, then thats on you.
I'm not gonna keep buggin you ... unless you owe me money.
So I've been looking all over for the sinew that I processed and I can't find it anywhere. Tonight I'm down in the basement, in my laboratory, and I notice this plastic grocery bag down by the floor but jammed into the foundation. (Our foundation is from 1850 and is essentially dry stacked shale since lime and sand are not actually cement)
I reach to retrieve the bag and it's stuck into the wall, I pull and pull and it's like one of those magician's scarves. Finally I get the whole thing out and it's all chewed to shit. After a while I realize that it was the bag that had all my sinew inside. Had. The fucking critter even ate all the wax paper the sinew was wrapped in.
Fucking thing.
Of course, you know. This means war.
Elmer Fudd hats are making a fashion comeback, FFF do you wanna borrow Cashmere's for your "hunting critters" expedition? Or should I just be very very twiet? ;)
Stupid new high speed internet connection.
Lying cocksuckers....there's no high speed, there's no reliability and your unlimited plans may be wonderful....if I could ever download anything.
Fuckbags.
The latest movie by F3 -----
Revenge of the squirrell
Ah DN welcome to my internet connection 24/7 for the foreseeable future :thepain:
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an email conversation that started yesterday with my xwife has today ascelated to the point of a her threatening with a divorce war for finance and property, which i can win easily, but only by sinking to her level, and not without hurting the child in the process as i have enough material for her to plausibly loose custady of the child i took as my own and took care of for the last 18 months, but not for me to actually get custady because i am not his biological father.
i can't believe i was in love with that bitch and gave her the trust neccessry when your immigrating for someone and opening your heart to their child. how was i so blind? ok i know the answer and i am pretty sure it was good conversations and awesome sex, but still...its really hard to stop kicking my own balls for letting myself fall for her. its not like the signs weren't there, i just dismissed them instead of following what they mean about what sort of person she is.
Of course, you know. This means war.
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Elmer Fudd hats are making a fashion comeback, FFF do you wanna borrow Cashmere's for your "hunting critters" expedition? Or should I just be very very twiet?
You think I don't already have an Elmer Fudd hat?
well, that there seals the deal, footy.
I'm officially *in wuuuuuuuuuv*
:D
The hat combined with your poetic prowess is a powerful combination.
Let's go hunting together!
New insurance company.
Admittedly, the thing I'm trying to do is rare. But I've done it before and it's not that hard to understand. Rep #1 at the pre-cert department was outright belligerant from the beginning; she's either having a super shitty day or she won't be employed in customer service for long. Regardless, the answer she was giving me was incorrect, and she was not going to even check to see if she could do it my way in her system. So I called back, and got Rep #2. This one was polite, but dumb. She didn't even know how to do the thing I was asking, and told me that really I should be talking to this other department. No, I know I shouldn't, but I call them just so I can get a name of a person over there so that in the future I can say truthfully, "No, I talked to JANE over in Department X and she agreed it was your department's problem, not hers."
So I call the pre-cert department for a third time, thinking this will be the clincher... and I get the belligerant one again. (I hung up as soon as I heard her voice.) This is greatly concerning to me, because what are the chances I got the same bitch again? It makes it seem like there's only a couple of people in that room. Over the last 4 years of calling our previous insurance company an average of twice a month, I never talked to the same rep twice, and this was a good thing because it enabled my whole policy of "Just call back until you get a smart one."
Sweet Jesus I'm in trouble if my only choices from here on out are the Bitchy One and the Dumb One. On the upside, the Bitchy One stands a good chance of getting fired if she keeps it up.
Have you asked to speak to their supervisor? That usually works. Also if you can get a switchboard operator (ha ha) you can get supervisor's name from the the company directory. Best chance I think would be to get the dumb one and ask to speak to her supervisor who may know about the thing you want to do. The other option is to be such a colossal PITA with the bitch that she is glad to let her supervisor deal with you.
Not yet, because first I have to do the incorrect thing that Bitch originally told me to do before I can innocently and sweetly demonstrate that she was wrong. Supervisors always start out on the employees' side, especially when it's a customer saying they know how to do their job better than they do.
Hmm. Well, yes and no. My sister has worked in customer service at various places for years and for the most part the supervisors know excatly how stupid and or bitchy the employees are and thye keep tabs on them, listen in on their calls, log minutes per call, calls per hour etc. A lot of the time they are looking for just cause to get rid of some of the fucktards.
Good luck in any case.
Clod I know EXACTLY where you are coming from, because I used to work in a call centre.
Now I'm not saying I was sweetness and light the whole time, and I know I was snippy sometimes, but we were an internal department and were never, not ever, never supposed to get customer calls. I got at least one a week.
At which point I had to politely explain that I could not help - genuinely - they might as well have called the canteen. But I made sure that I contacted someone who COULD help, and even gave my name and department so that could come back to me. Not because I could sort out their problem, but as a gatepost if they were bounced around again.
You're on the right track. Do what you're told then come back all innocent.
If you can't get names then take times and dates. Even if they aren't recorded, they'll know who you spoke to.
Oh, I get names, dates, and what was said. It helps tremendously if you say, "What was your name again?" at the end of every call. They don't like being kept track of.
A friend of mine gets all chummy with them,
"Oh hi Darlene! How are you? What's new? It's been a while, but I was thinking about you the other day and I was telling a friend about you..." IF you do it naturally enough they will wrack or rack? their brains trying to figure out who the hell you are as you ramble along. When you finally get to your business they are usually pretty disoriented and easier to manage.
They often like it if you tell them about your recent sexual fantasies.
What are you wearing? Is a line I like to start off with.
That crittur in FFF's basement has started something it isn't going to be able to finish. :shotgun:
Oh, I've got the trapline set.
yabutt... you only get the pleasure of killing him once. he has the pleasure of wrecking an endless number of your treasures stored in your basement, with his teeth and with his piss.
It's not fair really.
heh... I remember a winter camping trip once where we stayed in a lovely cabin. There were LOTS of young scouts (cub scouts and webelos) and plenty of Dads. One of the Dads, my best friend PH, picked a spot next to the chimney, where an old stove had been removed. There was a hole in the chimney where the old stovepipe used to be plumbed into, but was now gone with the stove. This large hole let in a detectable draft, so PH took his coat, a nice Helly Hansen and stuffed it into the hole. Problem solved. But when he took his coat out of the hole in the morning, the half that was facing the chimney was chewed into lace. Man, was he pissed.
They win man, junta virus, piss everywhere, teeth that never stop, ... it's not fair. GOOD LUCK.
When I was renovating our downstairs bathroom, I had removed the toilet and jammed a rag into the closet pipe to keep the stench out. A week later, when I pulled out the rag, there was a lot less of it. I'm glad that whatever was chewing it gave up and didn't come into the living area. Yuck.
A rodent of unusual size perhaps?
so my xwife brought on a "rebuilding mutual respect" thing that turned out to be complete bullshit...the only thing she did in that convo was throwing salt on the wounds.
we literally had this conversation:
her "the only parenting you can do is your own actions"
me "which you limited to nothing..."
her "get used to it :p"
&
her: "quit trying to force yourself into something that isn't yours"
me: "its the biological father's then (who left before she gave birth)? what else do you have with him that you think i don't?"
"5 years of going through more shit then you think you had"
at the very least by her own logic, if the right for parenting comes from years of taking care of him, i have the last two years where she was never there, at best it would mean she has more of a right then i have but not that i don't have. but following her own logic is so inconvient...
and what about willingness to actually indure in order to get the child what he deserved? i stayed there long after i hated every moment i spent with her, when we had nothing but a faint hope of one day having the capaciy to fix our shit (mostly hers). she used that willingness to get what she wanted in every fight. used my love for her and our child against me again and again... which is how i started hating her in the first place.
i really really hate this women. building mutual respect? the capacity to respect her dies the more you get to know her. a personality only a mother and people who are required by law can love.
she can go on with her life, having every relationship die the moment anyone cares enough for her to use it against him until the kid had two dozen fathers and has grown up enough to judge her for who she really is and loose all respect for her as a person, walk out and never call back.
i want nothing to do with her little sick mind anymore.
may she rot in bitch hell.
Well, I'd say that definitely sounds like a pissed off post traceur. Am I reading it correctly that you met this woman when she was pregnant, and helped raise her child, and now she wont let you see the child?
Well, I'd say that definitely sounds like a pissed off post traceur. Am I reading it correctly that you met this woman when she was pregnant, and helped raise her child, and now she wont let you see the child?
i met her when he was 3 and we raised the child together until he was 5. i realized that doesn't sound like much but i was a stay at home dad (had problems getting my work visa & immigration takes time), which creates a lot of time and activities for bonding.
that was slightly over 3 weeks ago so its sort of fresh. the correspondance i refered to above was over the last few days and ended this morning which made me pissed. sort of a raising my hopes up and taking them away sort of deal.
Two years is a lot of time to spend with a child. Especially a small one. You would probably be the only father figure he has in his memory, so you're right to want to still care about him, especially if he's missing you.
Makes it hard to have a relationship when you're in another country though.
Do you intend to try and do that or maybe just hope that someone special comes along who can give him the love that you once did?
I can imagine how you feel right now though. I know my husband, who is not the biological father of my oldest two kids, would still want to see them if for some strange reason we ever split up.
Makes it hard to have a relationship when you're in another country though.
if she allowed me to have a relationship with him i would find a way to immigrate there that didn't count on her sponsership. it might take a hell of a lot longer, i know cases where that took 5 years, but people still do it.
Do you intend to try and do that or maybe just hope that someone special comes along who can give him the love that you once did?
shes quite hot and impressive at first, so she will get man i have no doubt, but she's not very good at adapting to others and keeping relationships - i was staying for the kid for quite awhile before she dumped me, even as she was milking it to the very end. i doubt most man would do that. any man who'd love him like i did will find that she'll use it against him.
so basically i expect him to have many many short term fathers.
It's a shame when that sort of things happens to kids. :(
yes it is...
i am also a little pissed at danaC, who decided to be wise and explain to me why there's nothing i can do about it which wouldn't hurt the boy more then it has any chance of doing good by him... but she's awesome (and right) so meh, i'll let it slide.
Well, maybe there are things you can do, but you'd have to talk to you lawyer about that, or maybe after the dust settles a little, she'll realise that it would be good for him to see you? You never know what the future holds, but I guess the best thing you can do is get yourself settled and in a good frame of mind so you're ready for whatever does happen.
i did talk to a lawyer - well, an uncle whose a lawyer there. we didn't went through the adoption papers because we wanted to finish the immigration process first... so i can't get full or even shared custody.
as far as changing her mind, maybe. i'm not holding my breath though. what once seemed like attractive inner strength has since revealed itself to be extreme stubborness and often baseless pride that defines nearly all her actions. i am not closing the window on that one, but not going to spend my days looking through it.
moving on with my life is rationaly the only course of action i have, its just not... not very easy.
p.s.
danaC, please don't tell my xwife any of this or link her here. i would rather she still thinks i am at least considering a legal course of action so that she's hasitant to start a legal war.
I'm about to pull my f@%king hair out!
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I dunno squat about computers, but googling those errors gave a bunch of hits.
yeah i've done the same. went with what Perry said in the tech thread. i either need a higher version of AutoCad or have win7 replaced with xp.
Hey it's me. I can't fucking believe this shit and I can't really be completely frank about this so I will change up the details a lot. The industry has been changed
I get this letter that a movie company wants to use a bunch of my songs as part of the soundtrack to a movie. They want worldwide, eternal, derivative, and just about every other right that can be gotten for about 25 songs. As compensation they want to give me a copy of the DVD of the movie when it comes out.
This is a professional movie company and a hot shot director, and I am a professional songwriter. WTF?
I wrote the agent a super sarcastic letter that I am tempted to send. Fans of my prose will recognize it as my work.
Wow, a DVD!
What can I say? I am blown away, dude; that is awesome. I don’t remember the last time I was offered such generous compensation for my work. I’m going to guess it was in 1973, just before my 13th birthday, when the superintendant of my building gave me $5.00 to write a jingle about the building as a retirement memento for him. Did it matter to me that the five bucks he offered barely covered the cost of reel o reel tape? Of course not, I was getting paid! And adjusting for inflation, your offer nearly matches my former superintendant’s offer, especially if I were to order the DVD from Amazon.
I am tickled pink that after nearly 40 years practicing music composition, almost 30 of them professionally, I’ve come full circle in terms of compensation! To think what nit-wits my clients have been all these years paying me standard licensing fees, had they only known that I could be had for the price of a large pizza and a six pack of domestic beer. And for a limited license no less, not the world-wide, eternal, multi-media, unlimited iteration license you are asking for. How foolish of them to have paid so dearly for so little.
However, this is no time for me to gloat over past victories, no I must address your offer with all the seriousness and gravitas that you have presented to me.
Yeah, I’m gonna have to say thanks but no thanks, I’ll live without my sons appearing in XXXX's movie, I’ll buy the DVD myself from Amazon, and I already know how to title of the movie.
Thanks for thinking of me.
Sincerely,
anon
You should send that.
Oh and, ehem, completely anonymous poster, drop by more often. You are cool and interesting. :)
This is bullshit, DVDs are obsolete. Hold out for the Blu-Ray.
maybe hold out for some some nice promotional materials as well... a poster or a hat...
Send the letter.. jerks.
It's some lawyer in the company who has learned at weasel school that there is no harm in ASKING someone to sell their work cheaply; this is how they operate.
So the more I think about it the more I think, don't dare send that. Give them a good vibe about the use of your work but don't sign anything; allow time to proceed, and do everything you can to make them feel like this is a certainty;
Only at the last minute do you suggest that their offer is not quite good enough and that you will need to retain all publishing rights.
If they believe they can use your material, perhaps they will mistakenly invest time and money and creativity into the project with the assumption that no changes will have to be made. Perhaps at that point it will be cheaper to do the right thing.
It's a chance anyway
I was thinking similarly, but more that they go so low that it isn't worth anom's time/money to have his lawyer take up the negotiation. What is really needed is a counter-offer well within the industry standard in full legalese.
I was thinking similarly, but more that they go so low that it isn't worth anom's time/money to have his lawyer take up the negotiation. What is really needed is a counter-offer well within the industry standard in full legalese.
yeah, that's the more sane/ sober thing to do, especially if the project is finished and already being marketed with a pending release date...
you know,
in theoryI like the golden rule strategy. If you don't want to be lowballed or slowwalked, don't do it. If you want a fair price for good work, say so.
Send a reply; but, keep it short and sweet to let them know that as a business person you don't want your time wasted. You can say something like: Thank you for your artistic interest in my work. Feel free to contact me again should you develop a serious business interest.
We are unable to take on any charity cases at this time. For your convenience, here is the name of a nice homeless guy downtown who knows how to press the button on a camera.
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Okay, I am no longer mildly irritated. I am pissed off.
I took my car in for its Major Service for 200,000km.
This involved all fluids, plugs, water pump, a complete timing gear rebuild including guides and hydraulic tensioner, water pump etc. It cost $1,925.
When I got it back (after silly delays, natch) it had a nasty rattle. As I took it back for a recheck, the rattle disappeared but an ignition misfire continued. The mechanics managed to break the radiator and charge me $395 to fix that, but did not fix the ignition misfire.
So I took it to a different mechanic, a subaru dealer. After trying a few easy fixes like subbing out the leads and the coil, they couldn't fix it, so they dug deeper.
Turns out, the RH camshaft sprocket had been incorrectly installed. This caused incorrect timing which caused the ignition misfire.
It has also resulted in damage to the sprocket and the camshaft. There could well be further damage (to the valves, most likely) but this cannot be determined until the cam and sprocket are fixed.
The camshaft almost never needs replacing. The part will have to be imported from Japan, and in fact may need to be made to order.
This could take anywhere between two and six weeks, and cost around $1,650 - assuming no further work is required.
I might be able to recover some or all of this cost from the first (so-called) "mechanic" but that will require substantial effort to document and argue etc etc and I hate that sort of shit.
I also have a bunch of other stuff going on in my life right now which for legal reasons I am not putting here until it is resolved, but I very likely have plans for the next 2 to 6 weeks that crucially involve this car.
Shitfuckshitfuckshitfuckyoustupidincompetentdickheadarsesuckingfuckwitblinddickwads.
Oh and Ibram, if you see this, when your Subi needs any kind of work, take it to an expert. A subaru specialist. I think you mentioned you had a good reliable one - keep him.
BigV can probably make you a new camshaft out of a bit of wood and some leather scraps.
Yeah, I'm sure he could whip something up. :p
I also have a bunch of other stuff going on in my life right now which for legal reasons I am not putting here until it is resolved, but I very likely have plans for the next 2 to 6 weeks that crucially involve this car.
Does your insurance have rental car coverage? Or do you mean it crucially involves
your specific car?
I don't think my insurance will spring for a rental.
(a) I don't think that's in my policy.
(b) It wasn't crashed, just bollocksed up by a mechanic. I don't think that is covered.
I will give them a call just in case.
I'm in the RAA (AAA to youse, I think) and my next move (after venting here) will be to get some legal advice from them.
ETA: Well it doesn't have to be this very car, but i was planning some driving and hiking holidays and an all-wheel drive wagon that I can sleep in the back of was part of those plans.
Car and plumbing problems are the WORST.
Sending good gibes your way.
BigV can probably make you a new camshaft out of a bit of wood and some leather scraps.
sol
Oh goody Zen, I can share now too? Since misery lurves company...
My life has been so boring recently. Like he lawsuits, lack of employment and less than no money and all aren't enough.
But today, I find out that the car needs a new transmission. Yeah!! !! !! Only $1700 - $2000 that I do not have. WTF???
I'm blamin you Zenmaster! I got no reason, but I know its your fault.
Ugh. Dude. That sucks.
It does seem like everything hits people all at once. I feel your pain. Hang in there.
:(
WARNING: VENTING IN PROGRESS. WEAR APPROPRIATE PROTECTIVE EQUIPMENT
Okay, I am no longer mildly irritated. I am pissed off.
I took my car in for its Major Service for 200,000km.
I love it when I have a perfectly good vehicle that a mechanic fucks up trying to be proactive.
Car and plumbing problems are the WORST.
:headshake
Health.
Thank you Undertoad.
You are definitely the man.
just sayin.
Thor not eating his goddamn fucking dinner when it's full of only things he likes, just combined in a different way
Serve it again for breakfast.
Love, the Food Nazi
No need to, he and it will still be there at breakfast time if he doesn't finish it tonight.
love, another food nazi.
Hang in there Zen. might be cheaper to find a used engine at a junkyard....something to look into anyway.
speaking of which:
snip*....But today, I find out that the car needs a new transmission. Yeah!! !! !! Only $1700 - $2000 that I do not have.....
the trans went out on my Fixed Or Repaired Daily, what was it? a year ago just before xmas? shops around here wanted the same. i called around to salvage yards and found one for 350 bucks? maybe 5? i don't remember. but i can say this, changing that trans was a chore but it was still easier than trying to replace clod's O2 sensors!
Yeah, I always make mine stay at the table till they're finished. The big boys are no trouble, and never have been, but Max is still crappy at eating food. Anyway, maybe one day he'll be better. He's definitely better than he was.
the trans went out on my Fixed Or Repaired Daily, what was it? a year ago just before xmas? shops around here wanted the same. i called around to salvage yards and found one for 350 bucks? maybe 5? i don't remember. but i can say this, changing that trans was a chore but it was still easier than trying to replace clod's O2 sensors!
Yeh well I have ZERO tools to work on a Jeep, no time to deal with it and less than no knowledge of that type of repair.
The deal is done. Got the family discount for $1500.
Runs like a champ ...
today :yelsick:
Plthijinx, I've looked at that; would be around $3,500 to get a second hand engine fitted. It's a subaru.
About 15 years ago a had a Toyota Hiace and the timing gear when Ka-fluey and probably did other damage inside the cylinder head, so I had the whole engine replaced. They installed a 2nd hand engine with reconditioned timing gear for $900. That was last millennium, though, so officially the olden days.
No need to, he and it will still be there at breakfast time if he doesn't finish it tonight.
love, another food nazi.
Word. :)
He managed to eat it in about 5 minutes in the end. After looking at it for an hour.
Just a bit stuck on the thought of Zen driving a hiace. lol You must have pulled some chicks in that baby.
Fully converted campervan, baby, mags, superdark windows ... 20 years old, rust holes you could put your fist through, and the front part of the roof held on with sticky tape.
Did you have a mullet when you were driving it? Did you tie your surfboard to the top? Did you own a mesh singlet?
Stoppit Ali...you're making Zen sound all hawt.
Parent of my middle school swim team punishing their kid for losing their swim bag by making them miss the meet and write me an email to tell me that. Late the night before the meet after the revised heat sheets are out when apparently the bag has been gone for over a week. They are punishing two whole relay teams. One thing we make clear at the start is if you will miss a meet, we need to know asap and the only excuse for last minute is sudden sickness.
Also, Hector appears to be headed for the last category :( He doesn't look good this morning
It pissed me off when the inch lost his brand new, worn once, climbing harness but it never occurred to me to keep him back from climbing practice. Indentured servitude, yes, of course, but not having him skip practice.
Plus, in his defense there is strong evidence indicating his mother was actually the one who lost it. and if the kids require a shepherd or chaperone or other watcher it seems that they are ultimately responsible for the comings and goings of their charges.
By high school a simple, nagging, "Did you remember your gear?" ought to suffice, though.
I hope Hector feels better.
It's a popular parenting practice -they reckon they only forget lose stuff once, and if they want to parent that way, it's their call, but if the stuff has been gone over a week, they must have known this was a possibility and could have let us know. He only ever made half the practices because of conflicts with another activity and carpool issues, so we didn't realize he was missing because he didn't have his gear. But 10pm the night before, just as I send out the final heat sheet -which they altered because the time for his relay (which I will now have to scratch) was wrong.... grrr.
oh, and go Pandas.
and while we're in the pissing you off thread.... beest being called away on business not getting back until after his mom arrives in a week that demands a two taxi family -notably at airport pick-up time......... and a miracle in the housework department.
and I'm tired.
While we were out, MIL blocked toilet so it overflowed, mopped it up with towels but insufficiently, didn't call us to let us know/ask what to do, and now the ceiling above me is soaking wet
I hope no shit, but laundering said towels will have to wait 'til tomorrow morning. I can almost see -that's too precious to waste doing laundry when there's cellar to read! :lol:
Ceiling is drying out but stained :(
I am really fucking pissed off.
Why do people have to be told they're fucking wonderful all the fucking time, just for doing something to help their own fucking kids???!
As you may know, I volunteered to manage the big boys footy team this season, but I can tell you that if I'd known how much fucking bitching I'd have to deal with from parents and bloody club staff, I'd have told them to stick the fucking job up their arses!
The only thing the parents have to do is take turns to wash the jersey's (which I'm thinking of just doing myself because it'd be fucking easier) and each week, one of them has to wear a vest that says duty official and sit with our team supporters and sort out any parents that make comments which might be considered un-sportsmanlike (which rarely happens, so mostly you just sit there and watch the game like everyone else).
Last night in the weekly newsletter, I mentioned that some parents hadn't volunteered for either of these jobs yet and put a list of the people who had and who didn't need to bother helping out this week.
So what happened?
I forgot a couple of people who had helped out and you should have seen the shit fly. I'm not kidding you. I even had a lengthy text message this morning about how someone's husband helps out all the time at home games blah blah.
The stupidest part of it all was that I even said in the note that I knew I'd forgotten a couple of helpers but clearly everyone wants their fucking recognition.
Fuck them all fucking arseholes!
This is what has upset some parents.
Don’t forget! If your Mum, Dad or any other representative of your family has not volunteered to help out with the few small jobs we have as parents and friends of our boys, then this week would be a great week to start. Some families who regularly volunteer have suggested a roster system, but I’d like to give those of you who may be a little bit shy a chance to come over and put your hand up. At the moment with only having away games, we only have to have a volunteer for Duty Official, and also for washing the jersey’s. When we have games at home, we’ll need more helpers with the canteen and time-keeping which means that every few weeks, it will be your turn to do something again. I will not need a volunteer from the families of the following boys:
Shaun, Nathan, Scott, Jay, Sam, Aden, Mav, Brian, Rhett. There may be a couple of others who have helped out whom I have forgotten to mention, but I don’t think it’s fair if it ends up being the same families volunteering each week, so if you haven’t had a go yet, it’s time to get stuck in.
m*therf*cker..... lost the post reply......ggrrrrrrrrrrrrr
--
short and sweet this time.
Ali, good luck, you're gonna need it.
In our large scout troop, we have one fundraiser that has compulsory attendance by the parents. We have a calendar for them to sign up for the shifts they want to serve. And we have people whose job it is to compare the roster with the schedule and make sure everyone has signed up for their shifts, attends their shifts, and calls the slackers to get them on the schedule.
You will not get 100% participation if you just leave it at volunteer. People have to be be motivated by the thought that they have something to lose, like face in the newsletter. As for the people who DID serve but were not listed, psh.. Also unavoidable. Publish another list, saying Sorry I overlooked A B C, they're a great help but I forgot to mention their names. Thanks A B C!
Then, don't look back. Or, give A B C the job of making sure all the jobs are filled.
My stoopid fucking back is troubling me again. Sit for morethan 20 minutes and upon standing back up I appear to have aged about a half century....either that or I've been hypnotised into doing duck impressions everytime I stand up. takes like 10 minutes of walking about to straighten back up.
Then every so often it proper goes. Like, I stretch at the wrong angle, or I sneeze whilst bending to pick something up etc etc.
This has been the case on and off since it went really bad last month.
So, why am I suddenly posting in the pissed off thread? Well, to add to the joy f back pain, I seem to have either a stomach bug, or eaten something my body didnt like. Ate whilst out and about late afternoon, came back and have been back and forth to the temple of the porcelain god ever since. Not sure of the timing means it was tha food that caused the problem, or just that, as the first thing I'd eaten today it was the first to trigger something.
Bleh.
Puking whilst trying not to put my back out is a wretched way to spend a Friday night.
UGGGG as I am off work for over 6 weeks so far, due to a bad back, I feel your pain! I am so sorry to hear you are sickly during this time. I know how much pain it is to sneeze with issues with your back.
Dana, Jaydaan - try to get
Treat Your Own Back from the library or wherever ...
I'll look it up.
I do have some exercises I am supposed to be doing. And I'm also supposed to alternate hot and cold presses whne it gets bad. I've been doing some oft he exercises...some of the time. Not as regular as I ought but more than I ever have in the past. Most days i do a little. The hot cold gel packs are just such a fucking ballache ya know? Not sure they do anything either.
So...am still feeling shitty. But havent actually been sick since last night. I'm trying to work myself up to maybe eating a little something. Toast or something. Wish me luck!
Pilates, people. Boring as all hell, but many success stories.....
I kind of like the idea of pilates. But...I don't like the idea of attending a class, and there's nowhere in my house with enough room to do it.
You get to choose which type of pain you would rather endure..... ;)
heh. Aye, there's that :P
On a serious note, one of the best exercises for the back, supposedly, is a good walk. I walk all the fucking time. I walk every day, several times a day, probably amounting to a couple of hours in two or three chunks. Not counting the to-ing and fro-ing, I'm talking going for a walk. Always have. Even when I didn't have a dog (for a few years) I used to get my headphones on and fuck off for a long walk several times a week.
I think along with considering pilates, and various other attempts to sort out my back, I shold probably get my arse in gear and buy a new mattress. This one's fucked. It's been fucked for ages. I know it's a major factor. That and the computer chair, in which I spend far too much time to be putting up with the slight slant, and the slopy seat.
:p
[eta] oh yeah and, 'lift with the knees, not with the back' etc when removing two stone of puppy from the bath
Work is pissing me off. Non-union 2 class gig means 9 hours on site every day. No time to prep or write reports on kids progress that's all homework. Administration dumped a bunch of 3 year olds on me mid-year whose needs and behaviors don't fit the program, disrupting progress for Special Ed and Typical kids alike. It feels like a goddamn daycare. And I had to call DSS on a family, I hate hate hate to bring the law into someone's home, it violates my very core beliefs. But I'm a mandated reporter my ass is on the line when you don't care for your child.:mad2:
Walking is only good if you have the correct posture and the core strength to maintain it throughout the walk
1) a new mattress.
2)the computer chair, in which I spend far too much time to be putting up with the slight slant, and the slopy seat.
3)'lift with the knees, not with the back'
:p
1) We bought a new mattress a month or two ago. SOO COMFY! Money SO WELL SPENT.
2) I use a kneeling chair - I've been lucky to find two in the local charity shop
3) uh-huh!
My "present" when I was away from home last time (Glasgow?) was a new bed.
I resented it at the time, as it meant the 'rents poking around in my room and binning things without consent.
But OMG. My love affair with it is still palpable, especially when Diz wakes me up at say 04.53. Whaaa? Huuhhh? Oh, more sleepy time on supportive mattress, lovely [spray water in catface]
A good mattress is a thing of wonder.
John Sarno -- Wrote
the definitive book on healing back pain.
I know several people who have been cured permanently after reading this book and putting the doc's advice into practice.
...I shold probably get my arse in gear and buy a new mattress. This one's fucked. It's been fucked for ages. I know it's a major factor.
Then you'll be kicking your ass for not doing it sooner, like I did.:o
I used to work with a guy having back trouble, until the doctor told him to put a magazine under one cheek of his ass on his work chair. That did the trick, a chair just the thickness of a magazine out of whack, can screw you up.
Then you'll be kicking your ass for not doing it sooner, like I did.:o
I used to work with a guy having back trouble, until the doctor told him to put a magazine under one cheek of his ass on his work chair. That did the trick, a chair just the thickness of a magazine out of whack, can screw you up.
That could explain a lot in my case.
Oh ffs.
Skin's gone mental. Think it's infected again. It's exploded to about 75% coverage over the last 24 hours. Feel like a sausage that's about to burst it's skin.
[eta] I seem to have hit one of those periods of one-thing-after-another.
Does that mean your back is all better? :)
That's just mean, Glatt. I was going to let that mattress lie for a while ...
Nope, it doesn't. It just means I have bad back and bad skin:P
my exercise gear got knocked into a coolbox full of water. Even my trainers are soaked. now I'll have to work out in.... I don't know what. maybe Hebe has some stinky sneakers I can steal......
fefuxake. there's an exploded can of cherry cola in the basement. Don't even have time to deal. ttyl, monster fans. off to pull some godamn weeds. grrr. and work out. in my b-list gear.
I go to physio 3 times a week right now, and on the 29 I get assessed for a rehab course. It is 2 weeks to 2 months long, and it teaches you how to treat your back nicely, as well as strengthen everything in order to get back to work. It includes gym work, walking, hiking, yoga and I 'm not sure what else. All I know is it is 4 hours a day, 5 days a week, and each day is something different.
As soon as we get back on our feet financially, I will get a new bed. (been a REALLY bad winter/spring: car broke down, dog died, hubby's knee surgery, fridge died, and now my washer died!!! ACK) Good news is hubby is back to work 3 days a week, and I am getting WCB, so my physio, pain meds, muscle relaxers and wages are being covered.
My other option is a rent to own programme. I know you pay 3 times as much, but I will be able to afford say $60 a month, and get a new bed now... instead of saving up the $1000 or more and suffering until I do come up this the $$$. I am starting to think the $2 a day is well worth it!
Got stuck working late again tonight. At 10:56 pm, I discovered that my Jeep had been broken into.
Of course its raining like a fuck. Of course its blowing toward the smashed out window. Of course it takes the cops 17 minutes to arrive and another 45 to call in a forensic equipped car, and then run back to the station for the fucking camera while I stand there getting soaked from the sideways rain.
shitpissandcorruption.
sorry man.
There was blood in the car. They think they might actually catch them. There were 10 vehicle break ins tonight, and they are rare in cherry hill.
All they got of value was a check book....Some cds and a couple dvds... I think. My radio, ez pass, jar of quarters in the glove box all still there...
fucks up my day off. ...insurance deductible is $250.... Assholes.
Gah, Jim, that sucks. Hope they catch the idiot.
Dude, blood in the car? Was this like an injured druggie looking for medical supplies? That's not terrifying or anything. I hope they catch him soon.
He must have cut his hand on the broken glass. Finger smudge on my headrest, drop on the center console.
Just called the bank and stopped payment on the checks that were inside... Waiting for a return call from my insurance agent. I'm in good hands.
I go into a restaurant in the middle of winter about -8 outside. I came out to my car alarm blaring asshole broke the passenger window got nothing and I had to drive an hour freezing my ass off with a blanket trying to keep the air out . I know this feeling well Jim, sorry it happened to you.
It happened to J last month and she was parked on the 6th level of her garage. Fucker got nothing.
Well, I hope this prick gets an infection.
Totally sucks. I hate that shit. You're just trying to live your life and mind your own business and some punkass has gotta fuck things up. Like breaking into your car. Like running into your car and leaving.
I hate punkass punks.
I'm usiing the 'hate' word a lot today. I think I need to write a poem: An Ode to a Sidler. That will help bring my blood pressure down. Until I hear his mealy mouth grub-worm-like brain hholding court on whatever ELSE it is he knows enough words to to make it sound like he's a goddammed lifelong professional.
He's got a freaking mail order bride who spends her time spending his money on his house. And she won't fuck him until they're married. He's DUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
Yoohooo, Sidler? Are you listening? Stop worrying about MY job, and E's job, and T's job and FIND SOMETHING HELPFUL TO DO.
kthxbai
(having a serious backslide...I'll be OK in a few, just feeling overwhelmed, with reason.)
Tanks for listenin'!
And we're breathing....innnnnnnn.....and, ouuuuuuttt.... Pay close attention to the change as you go from in to out. Find the instant it switches. Focus in tighter and tighter until its just a tiny spark in your mind.....
Ahhhhhhh......
Hang in there woman!
That right there made me laugh! Thanks man. :)
I knew a guy in NYC who always kept his car doors unlocked so thieves wouldn't smash a window to get in. He would go on and on about how clever he was.
They smashed his window anyway.
Yeah, I knew a woman (in fact, the craziest of them all during The Reign of Terror) who told me that when she had her convertible she'd leave the windows down so no one would cut her lid to get into her car and steal her cassette tapes. Whaaaaaaaaaaaa?
Stupid.
My lid needs replaced anyway. And I can't guarantee Smasho Fucko Jr ain't gonna ram into me the second I leave today anyway.
(It's been way too long without a beer. Whatcha got brewin' over there, foot?) :)
Dad and his "tidying away".
Happened before and will happen again.
Going to Borough Market tomorrow with Mum (famous London foodie market but also her mother's old stomping ground.)
Wanted to take photos - natch.
No.
I have the camera.
I have the plug.
But where is the cable?
Dad got quite aggressive when I asked.
Now I know he has Alzheimers, And I know he forgets things. But I stood up to him without being rude or accusatory. Mum and I know that he is the only one who squirrels away leads and plugs. We also know that there are only two of each that we need. He had leads for everything he owns - playstation, camera, videocamera, phone, scanner etc etc etc.
So yeah. We'll go to Borough market with Mum's camera tomorrow.
But I'm pissed off that mine (gift from Dani, really getting to know it now) is out of commission just because Dad says "I don't know - it wasn't labelled."
Grrrrrr.
Sorry Jim, those douchebags really piss me off. When I was young and evil I had razor blades fastened all around my stereo in the topless CJ. Never lost anything but a pair of sunglasses to a ah... sanity challenged ex.
Sorry Sundae, old-timers disease is the suck.
Sorry Jim, those douchebags really piss me off. When I was young and evil I had razor blades fastened all around my stereo in the topless CJ. Never lost anything but a pair of sunglasses to a ah... sanity challenged ex.
Sorry Sundae, old-timers disease is the suck.
:cool:
I knew a guy in NYC who always kept his car doors unlocked so thieves wouldn't smash a window to get in. He would go on and on about how clever he was.
They smashed his window anyway.
1 -- haven't lost a window yet with that strategy, and I'm actually up one nice knife. have lost some change.
2 -- NYC. get a rope.
1 -- haven't lost a window yet with that strategy, and I'm actually up one nice knife. have lost some change.
2 -- NYC. get a rope.
This guy was a complete schlimazel.
Harry Hill?!
better get ready for the Badger Parade!
better get ready for the Badger Parade!
Mr. Todd and Tommy Brock?
Somewhere I previously posted my frustration about calling out a repairman
to fix an oven-control, only to find out I didn't know how to work the controls.
That "education" cost me $65 for the 5 minutes of his "teaching time"
Well, yesterday my tenant informed me that the washer was not working.
I called the same repairman, and it truely was broken so for $135
he got it working again by replacing the belt, and he went on his way.
BUT, an hour later, the tenant calls to say the drier is not working,
and sure enough, the belt on the drier is shredded.
Now what are the odds of the belts on two different machines
breaking on the same day ? Appliance abuse ? Malicious ?
Regardless, I'm ticked because the repair guy could have fixed
both on just one (minimum $65/trip + parts + labor) visit.
My friend called me last night at 7 and asked for a ride to the airport. the flight left at 8:10 a.m., so that meant I had to get up at 5:30 a.m. to go pick the son of a b**** up. I knocked on his door for half an hour before I gave up, and went back home.
I was home before I would have been had I taken him to the airport, god damnit I wish I'd been able to sleep through
Did he ever call and say what happened?
Did he ever call and say what happened?
Yah, he was asleep. Crazy asleep.
Maverick is pissing me off. He's supposed to be in charge of the day to day care of the cats, but he repeatedly forgets to tell me when they're out of food. It's after 9pm sat night here. He's at katies pmace, and there's no cat food. I had to give them a can of salmon for dinner ffs!
That boy is lucky hes not here, cause i swear i would do violence if he were!
Fucking pissed off beyond belief.
You didn't call him and tell him to pick up cat food and get the fuck home or drive the cats over to Katie's place?
I swear you're getting soft Ali.
I did call him and told him he's never leaving the house again.
but you didn't mean it :rolleyes:
Is this the one who was blaming you for his poor study habits because you weren't strict enough with him?
No, this is a different one. lol. God i feel like a shit parent now. lol
Monster...i did at the time. Does that count? lol
No, this is a different one. lol. God i feel like a shit parent now. lol
"You get your self back here and feed the cat within ten minutes! I'm not having you turn out like an undisciplined slacker like your brother!"
Seriously, this sort of thing is normal for a teenager's brain. Like that time one had your car keys with him and left in a different vehicle, leaving you stranded. The act of thinking things through and exploring all consequences - especially those that only affect other people - is a part of adult behaviour, but it takes time for teenagers to learn it.
It's kind of like the tunnel vision of a five year old who sees his soccer ball bounce onto the road, so he runs out to get it without checking for cars.
He isn't stupid, he just needs more training at being an adult.
So, you're not a bad parent, you're just not finished with him yet.
Andy the Reluctant Outdoor Dog is actively campaigning to become Andy the Permanently Outdoor Dog.
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I'd say it is a landslide victory.
Landslide, landfill, who can tell?
Well, practically everything is pissing me off, but mostly just life in general. I have just had enough. The kids just started a two week break from school, and Daryl, who has had a cough for about three months now and has refused to see a doctor about it, seems to have picked up some other bug on top of it, probably because his immune system is up the shitter. This is pissing me off because I know my immune system is low because I am tired and just not doing well emotionally lately, so I have got whatever he has. Max and Maverick both seem to have picked it up too. Next week the kids are all supposed to be going to my Dad's for a few days so I can have a rest. I have booked myself into a beachside resort/apartment to just basically sleep for a few days. This would all be fine except I can't really send a car full of sick kids to my father for the week. Last break the kids had, you will remember our road trip holiday had to be cut very short because of the last bug daryl brought into the house. I'm just fucking over it. I will kill someone if I don't get the break I need. I know it as plain as the nose on my face.
Then I come here and am reminded that one of my favourite posters has 'retired' from this site, so that's pissing me off too now.
It's times like this I wish I was still a smoker.
Oh, and the other thing that's pissing me off are people complaining about receiving app requests on facebook. BLOCK THE FUCKING APP YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!!!
:yesnod:Butter Tarts
Recipe is for a dozen tarts
2 eggs
¾ cup brown sugar
¼ cup butter
1 tsp vanilla
¼ cup maple syrup or corn syrup (maple is favored)
¾ cup of chopped pecans or walnuts
½ cup raisins or currants
Toss ingredients into a sauce pan and heat at medium, stirring constantly to a gentle boil. After 1 minute remove from heat.
Spoon 1 full tablespoon of mixture into the tart shells to cover the bottom. Wait till it settles a bit then add more to half filled. (It bubbles up while cooking, so don’t overfill).
Bake at 350 degrees for 15-20 minutes depending if your oven runs hot.
Enjoy!
Another solo flight today. Dickhead is milking this infection he has for 110%. Apparently his anti biotics will only work at home. 5 deliveries scheduled between 5:30 and 7:30....add to that whatever we sell tonight and unscheduled deliveries that I'm sure will appear on my rack.
This shit is getting old.
My remotes. It seems that every code I enter into my DirecTV remote to control my TV is wrong. I have a hard enuf time getting it into programming mode in the first place. Even worse, my Vizio remote won't control my Vizio TV.
I'm also concerned the the problem may not even be the remotes, but the IR sensor on the TV itself.
Washington, DC traffic: taking two hours to drive 40 miles.
Yep. Traffic absolutely sucks here.
A two and a quarter hour delay in the take off of a one and a half hour flight. For a three hour meeting tomorrow. :banghead:
Sent by thought transference
My remotes. It seems that every code I enter into my DirecTV remote to control my TV is wrong. I have a hard enuf time getting it into programming mode in the first place. Even worse, my Vizio remote won't control my Vizio TV.
I'm also concerned the the problem may not even be the remotes, but the IR sensor on the TV itself.
Well,
this is solved....finally.
What's pissing me off ... the fact that the rest of the world finds it hilarious that some of us can't hear.
What?
Gilda Radnor was a talented woman and I wish she hadn't died young from ovarian cancer, but her Emily Litella character was about as funny as the Holocaust. Would you applaud a comedian making racist jokes? Sexist jokes? Homophobic slurs?
It takes a lot of talent and courage to mock people who can't hear well enough to make important distinctions in speech, who suffer humiliation in every social encounter.
What?
[SIZE="6"]I'm sorry you feel that way.[/SIZE]
I'm deaf, not blind.
But thanks for shouting.
PS ... Sorry you feel like a vet, sexobon. Oh, wait ... never mind.
What? :confused:
I never thought she was deaf, just dense, unhip, clueless, kind of like everyone's previous generation.
... Sorry you feel like a vet, sexobon. ...
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Funny you should say that. When I went through Advanced Trauma Life Support (ATLS, a.k.a. goats on wheels) conducted by the American College of Surgeons to qualify US physicians to work in ERs, I named [for the patient charts] my Human Role Model (HMR, a.k.a. goat) Gilda ... after Gilda Radner. I always admired that comedienne's innate ability to enable people to laugh at their adversities and my HMR was certainly in an adverse situation facing euthanasia after surgical procedures. Gilda was quite popular for her namesake as was her namesake. Maybe trash talking dead comediennes is a Canadian thing, ay?
I'm sure Emily Litella was in Gilda Radnor's repertoire because people thought it hilarious when she couldn't distinguish consonants. Radnor gave the audience what they wanted. It says more about the audience than about Radnor.
Canadians save their trash-talk for hockey, eh.
Note to Congress regarding all treaties with Canada, change "ay" to "eh." Zut alors!
I never thought she was deaf, just dense, unhip, clueless, kind of like everyone's previous generation.
Heh ... yep, that's me, Bruce. ;)
I know that coming out as HOH/deaf loses me ... oh, a gajillion hotness points. But I have some great stories about my more severe misinterpretations of conversation. Like the turtle weenie soup conversation ...
Note to Congress regarding all treaties with Canada, change "ay" to "eh." Zut alors!
Zut! This foreigner, he speak Canuck, by geez by gar!
(Ottawa Valley dialect; do not try this at home.)
Heh ... yep, that's me, Bruce. ;)
I know that coming out as HOH/deaf loses me ... oh, a gajillion hotness points. But I have some great stories about my more severe misinterpretations of conversation. Like the turtle weenie soup conversation ...
You're overthinking Emily Litella, trying to diagnose a funny character with a medical condition. Do you think Chaplin's Little Tramp had a leg deformity, or we shouldn't laugh at Red Skelton's Willie Lump Lump because alcoholism is a serious problem? C'mon, lighten up.
I've been wearing two hearing aids since 1981 and should have way before that. As of two months ago they told me they had good news, my hearing is so bad there's no sense in buying hearing aids with all the bells and whistles because I wouldn't hear either. So don't lecture me on misinterpretations of conversation, eh.
We should trade stories. ;)
All right, all right, I have duly lightened up. I get tetchy around 2 am; it's not my best time.
Bruce, how much conversation were you missing when you finally got the hearing aides? I'm headed in that direction... Sometimes I think my level of disinterest in humans makes it worse but there are times when I want to understand and don't.
Much more than I thought, according to others. But I think that was more a case of, "You didn't hear a thing I was thinking", in some cases. :rolleyes:
Bruce, how much conversation were you missing when you finally got the hearing aides? I'm headed in that direction... Sometimes I think my level of disinterest in humans makes it worse but there are times when I want to understand and don't.
Get them.
My uncle is a musician, and he was really in denial about his growing hearing loss, until the Ear-Nose-Throat doc explained to him that it's not just about the ear, it's about the connections in the brain. The longer you can't hear something, the more neurons shut down, and if you wait too long, no hearing aide in the world is going to be able to get those sounds back for you. If you get one as soon as the hearing starts to go, you get to keep everything for much longer.
He got one, and was astounded to discover all the things he'd been missing. They make them so tiny now, you really can't see them, and there is no shame in wearing one even if you're still on the young side.
Can they help with figure ground hearing problems?
Heh ... yep, that's me, Bruce. ;)
I know that coming out as HOH/deaf loses me ... oh, a gajillion hotness points. But I have some great stories about my more severe misinterpretations of conversation. Like the turtle weenie soup conversation ...
Everyone knows deaf girls are the hottest. My friend was an RA at RIT in the deaf dorm, oh the tales she told...
Everyone knows deaf girls are the hottest. My friend was an RA at RIT in the deaf dorm, oh the tales she told...
You're too kind ... unless you mean that deaf girls are the sluttiest ...
Deaf girls have all sorts of advantages. For one thing, we're easier to approach. If you blow your pick-up line it won't matter, because we didn't hear it. We're likely to smile and nod and hope desperately that you didn't just inform us that our mother was just killed in a terrible accident.
At the very least we're amusing. When 'tortellini' = 'turtle weenie', everything is amusing.
(NB - to clarify, I am not profoundly deaf, although I've been hearing-impaired since childhood. I don't use ASL, I lip-read pretty well, and I get by one-on-one in an exam room. Or one-on-one generally. Just not in crowds.)
I didn't notice anything even remotely unusual about your hearing ability when we had lunch, ortho.
...there is no shame in wearing one even if you're still on the young side.
Young side of what? ;) Imma think on what you're saying.
They make them so tiny now, you really can't see them...
Hiding them blows half of their value, when people see them they make an effort to speak more clearly. I've even had a judge give me the benefit of the doubt after seeing them. ;)
I didn't notice anything even remotely unusual about your hearing ability when we had lunch, ortho.
:)
I'm glad. I manage very well one on one, in a quiet environment. I do a lot of educated guessing, but as long as things stay in context I'm usually right.
Always some AH that sees them and talks as loud as they can.
I have shit for figure ground hearing. I would get a hearing aid in a heartbeat if it would help. I love my glasses because I like to see. Hearing is another of my favorite senses. Collect the whole set!
The other thought I had is another one of my million dollar thoughts that I am going to work on and therefore not post it here. Or hear, as the case may be.
We're big fans of corrupting language and we came up with turtle weenie soup not based on mis hearing but on word play.
I have shit for figure ground hearing.
Is there a short (& simple) explanation of what that is? Everything I found looked over my head.
ALSO: WTF is turtle weenie soup? I can't work it out.
Ah, thx.
Momdigr got a kick outta that.
Is there a short (& simple) explanation of what that is? Everything I found looked over my head.
ALSO: WTF is turtle weenie soup? I can't work it out.
The ability to distinguish the voice of the person speaking to you (the figure) from the background sounds (the ground)
Think of looking at a person standing in a wooded area, that's like the sound you want to hear. If your hearing is good, then the person is obvious. If you have a figure ground problem it's as though the person was wearing camo or a ghillie suit. It all looks/sounds the same.
Hearing aids don't make noisy environments perfect, but they improve things. Part of the problem is that, when you first get your new aids, your brain has lost practice at distinguishing certain sounds. Along with my aids I was given a multi-lesson course by the audiologist to get me hearing accurately again. It took time.
It was emotional for me the first time I drove home with my aids in, got out of the car, and heard the birds. I could hear every little thing, and I knew then what I'd been missing. They say people hate hearing aids at first and have to work up to using them, but for me it was like being blind and suddenly having vision. You couldn't persuade me to take my aids out.
I will say, I still hate hearing appliances running. But that's a very very small price to pay.
PS @foot - if you can't distinguish speech from background sounds, you might want to think about getting an audiogram done and getting at least one hearing aid. Pure tone loss lags far behind the ability to distinguish speech.
Ah, thx.
Momdigr got a kick outta that.
You're welcome. ;)
My kids got a kick out of it too; now it's an inside joke. We can shock our guests during the holidays.
That is usually referred to as industrial deafness over here.
The ability to distinguish the voice of the person speaking to you (the figure) from the background sounds (the ground)
Think of looking at a person standing in a wooded area, that's like the sound you want to hear. If your hearing is good, then the person is obvious. If you have a figure ground problem it's as though the person was wearing camo or a ghillie suit. It all looks/sounds the same.
I have an elderly friend who needs hearing aids and has had them for some time. She refuses to wear them because they distort the sound and she "Doesn't want to look like that stupid old woman with the hearing aids" (I've asked her). Instead she is increasingly looking like "that stupid old woman" (most people don't know about her deafness). I didn't realise that she's weakening her brain's abilities as well.
Yes, this is pissing me off this time ....
Sent by thought transference
but for me it was like being blind and suddenly having vision.
you don't think that would be traumatic and maybe scary and overwhelming for the majority experiencing it?
They moved an F-111 Aardvark from the restoration hangar at Bowling Green Airport to Aviation Heritage Park Sunday night.
They tow the planes right down US 231 in Bowling Green, four-six lanes of highly trafficked commercial area. The sight of an F-111 (which is considerably larger than an F-4) easing down that particular stretch of highway for a little over a mile would be fukkin awesome!
I missed it when they moved the F-4 Phantom.
I missed it when they moved the T-33 Shooting Star.
And, goddammit, I missed it when they moved the F-111.
:mad2:
you don't think that would be traumatic and maybe scary and overwhelming for the majority experiencing it?
For someone who has had hearing to any reasonable degree and then lost it, no ... just as it wouldn't be traumatic for someone who had had sight, lost it for a period of time, and then regained it. It does take time to get used to hearing so many things again; your brain doesn't filter out background noise as it used to, so the noise of a refrigerator may be intrusive. After a few weeks, your brain filters things again. Your voice sounds weird with the hearing aids for a period of time but again, your brain learns to process that better and you get past that hurdle. But the sheer joy of hearing all those noises, and hearing your family when they talk to you ... priceless.
Must be my hair I thought Miss Letella[sp] was a weirder version of The Master of Malaprop! Norm Crosby :rolleyes: NEVERMIND ;)
I think our Indian summer is over:( Tomorrow's the last day of +75 degree weather, then it's back to reality. There are 6 black walnut trees in a 500 square foot radius and the yard is just covered with squirrels. If you ever try to crack a black walnut wear your rubber gloves and carry a vise and ball-peen hammer.
If that doesn't stop you from getting to the nut, the juglone might.
'It is sometimes used as a herbicide, as a dye for cloth and inks, and as a coloring agent for foods and cosmetics.'
I'm still trying to get the stain out of my fingers after 2 years.
Makes a great wood stain too.
We had a black walnut tree for years right on our property line. The neighbors hated it with a passion because the walnuts dropped on their car. So one year they offered to pay to cut it down, and we let them. I saved some of the wood to make nick knacks.
My old neighbour did as you, and boiled the walnut shells. He had pails of them I guess and used it on a bookcase he built. It looks like something from the dark ages, in a good way though:)
[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]RE: Hearing/hearing aids:[/COLOR]
Today, I've learned about
Hearing Loops.
Interesting.
This is my roof. Single layer of shingles. In magnificent condition. Popdigr had it put on like 20-25 yrs ago. It's still in great shape. The in-between owners didn't see fit to do anything with it, why would they, it's in great shape.
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This morning, I wake up to this:
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Popdigr's arranged for a new metal roof. The first I heard of this was some bastard going slaphappy with a SlapHappy on my roof at 8:00 this morning. No warning, no consultation, no "Would you like a new roof?", no nothing.
Now I gotta look at this hideous fucking roof. Positively fucking hideous:
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And, not only that...but, I get to pay for at least half of this clusterfuck. I can't let the old man put a completely unnecessary roof on my house, no matter how much it's pissed me off. "Well, I didn't want to have to worry about it anymore." You didn't have to worry about it at all!#@* It ain't your house!
Every time I pull into the driveway, now, I have to look up and see every splat of bird shit, every minute glob of undigested mulberries in said bird shit.
Not to mention, now, every time Popdigr gets on the roof for whatever the fuck, I have to worry he's gonna slip, slide down off the steel roof and break his neck, or worse.
Goddammit.
Your house has a nice aspect from the front with all the flowers grav. :)
Thanks Ali, but that's Momdigr's doings. It would be grass to the foundation if it was up to me.
And that roof ain't any purtier today than it was yesterday. I'm having a really hard time with this latest 'usurption' (?) of homeownership.
Usurption - yeah, no that's not a word.
I was close though...usurpation.
I commented in the other thread, but ... how did this happen, again? Your dad just engaged a company to replace your roof without talking to you? :confused:
god gave you your relatives. thank god you can choose your friends.
god cursed you with your relatives. thank god you can choose your friends.
Fixed it.
If you only knew what I've been through with/for/because of the people I'm related to.
I told the majority of them to kiss off a long time ago.
And, yes, I thank God for the few friends I have.
Just bought an HP all-in-one so that, among other things, I can scan in papers that need to be emailed to various offices without delay. The scanner worked perfectly on the first job. Today it scans some things correctly but breaks sheets of text into 7 or 8 scans of only an inch or so each. There is no full-page scan. I've never seen this before with other scanners.
Scheduling is making me antsy - this has to go today, I won't be able to do it tomorrow; and I have to leave for an all-afternoon meeting in 15 minutes. :mad:
This thing is brand new. Arrrggghhhh. :mad2:
Found a weird way around it. The scanner will scan properly to my email, but not to my computer. So I set up the email scan function, emailed myself the documents, saved them, and sent them where they needed to go. Arrgghh ...
Try reinstalling the software.
HP printers, especially the All-in-one, have become plastic flotsam and jetsam.
They try to do too many functions, and one or more is erratic most all the time.
I have my doubts about HP as a manufacturing company anymore.
Do they even still actually make (new) computers, or just sell re-furbished jobs ?
I like my Brother all-in-one. Has been working without issue for over a year.
My Epson all in one was great. Especially after I got into re-loading ink cartridges.
A couple buddies and myself went out last evening, had a good meal, had good service, had a great time.
Then, after I got home later, much later, I actually looked at my receipt.
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Sales tax here in KY is 6%. Even in restaurants. My tax should be like $4.76 or $4.77...It was nine bucks!
If the bill had been an even $100, my tax would have only been $6.
Needless to say, I'll be making a stop by there this afternoon when I leave the house, to settle accounts.
I don't like it when people steal from me, even if it is less than $5.
I ain't sold on those 18 beers, either...but, I wasn't counting.
My Epson all in one was great. Especially after I got into re-loading ink cartridges.
I don't usually buy HP anymore, but this was a shelf model - newly discontinued HP Photosmart 5520. I got it for $63, so I figured that, even though the ink is expensive, I only need it for a short time and not for
too much printing. I plan to leave it with my sons when I'm done here. I checked out the cost of printing from a thumb drive, copying, scanning, etc. at places like Staples and if this thing will actually work, at $63 I'm ahead.
I'll reinstall the drivers.
Our HP all in one works pretty well. Sometimes it a little flakey after a thunderstorm, but unplugging it for a while makes it better. It's 5 years old, so maybe they don't make them like that anymore.
Sales tax here in KY is 6%. Even in restaurants. My tax should be like $4.76 or $4.77...It was nine bucks!
8% alcohol-by-the-drink city tax.:mad2:
Didn't know it existed.
8% on top of the 6% sales tax? That's a lot.
That IS a lot. Normally taxes that high only exist for tourists as airport fees and the like. Everybody is fine with taxing the tourists.
They must know that real Kentuckians drink by the bottle. :)
I can't do this anymore. I can't tolerate a narcissistic abusive mother who loses no opportunity to play games and inflict pain on her adult children.
Who, when she's in hospital with a fracture, has the presence of mind to verbally pin one daughter to the wall in order to get information she wants, and then pretends to a second daughter (me) that she knows nothing and is just wondering about ... the exact situation. So that she can see whether I will lie or tell the truth.
I opted for the third choice, i.e. not to discuss the topic at all. But knowing that she bullied my younger sister into admitting things that were NONE of her business, and then called me up to see if she could catch me in a lie ... I am furious.
This is bumming my stone, scorching my groove, and pissing me off hugely tonight. I have to go to bed and get enough rest to be able to safely drive 5 hours south tomorrow, and at the moment I can't imagine getting to sleep.
After a lifetime of abuse I am triggered by almost any interaction with her. Honestly, by any and every interaction with her, because she's so oblivious in her narcissism that she never lets up. There's always a flick of the lash or a beating with a 2x4.
Right now, she's been on a search and destroy mission to know whether any of us were going to celebrate my father's 80th birthday with him. They've been divorced 20+ years, after 33 years of her abusing him and all of us kids (physically, verbally, mentally, emotionally). She has no right to know anything about him, but she's managed, through her lawyer, to find his address and send him malicious letters that salted certain wounds from the past. Now she's threatening to make legal trouble over his stay with us.
I cannot do this anymore. I always said I'd stay in touch no matter how obnoxious or toxic she was, and ensure that she wasn't in need - because she's my mother. I've stayed in touch directly, even when it was detrimental to me and my family. I've continued contact after she threatened legal action to assert her 'grandparental rights' to partial custody of my daughter (when we lived in Ontario. A family law attorney told me that she could indeed win partial custody there; and even if we moved back to the US, if she were determined, she could have a sheriff pick up our daughter and remove her back to Canada as the court dictated).
I think it's time I closed this chapter. I can't do this anymore.
Yay parents! We can only try not to repeat these performances for our children.
Yes, at least I have a clear picture of the sort of person I don't want to be, and can make deliberate choices not to repeat her performance.
Mum insisted I clean my room this weekend. This is less because it "completely stinks" - it wasn't tidy but there is nothing in there to stink. Clean bedding to go on, pile of clothes I'd been meaning to try on, some paperwork on floor. It's more because she likes to assert control and slag me off to her witch-friends who advocate throwing me out of the street as tough love.
Narcolepsy aside I managed a turn this morning and this afternoon with a sleep in between. The sleep was my bad; I sat down. Lazy of course.
In the mean time my bro came round with his holiday snaps. At this point I'm shaking and nauseous and know I will fall asleep if I sit down again, so I decline. They're all jammed into the spare room as Dad has now "tidied away" all the camera-card-TV connections, not just mine. Upstairs-hoover is on far side of the room, no way I can get it out without much kerfuffle and trust me I really wasn't making a big deal of things. I just wanted to get it done so she could shut her pie-hole and I could get back to sleep.
Done. Took about 2 hours in total, but it was done to the nth degree and also involved a clothes-trying-on-session for tomorrow evening, changing my bedclothes, giving Diz's tray a deep clean (because one of the the witch-frinds believes Diz "pisses and shits everywhere" because I don't keep his tray clean, rather than because he cannot deal with sharing a house with another cat). Came back downstairs with downstairs-hoover and empty litter tray. Slipped. Not surprising. Currently unable to walk in a straight line or get through a spoken or written sentence correctly. Crash, bang, wallop.
"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE! BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR FATHER YOU'RE DRIVING ME MAD!"
"i think you were mad already" I respond tonelessly, lying in the purple shards of Diz's clean and broken tray.
"OH GREAT YOU BROKE IT"
"I'll replace it. It's just the tray, your hoover is fine."
At which point I think she remembers Steven is upstairs.
"Did you break anything?"
"no"
Back to photo viewing leaving me to sort the debris.
Now I know I have kinda suggested it was her fault. And I know it wasn't.
I know.
It wasn't. It's just more and more these days, walking in through the front door feels like going down the rabbithole.
Anyway, at least I wasn't screamed at like Dad; he fell in the bathroom the other night.
I'm pretending that I can believe she wasn't overly rough while getting him up. Not physically at least, my earplugs dealt with the verbal. And he bruises spectaculary after falling and hitting his ribs arm and head.
Oh I added to some of my curent bruises from falling about, into doors, into the dishwasher at work, into the trays in Bake-Off. Opened up my two burns - blue plasters tomorrow. Nothing significant, just ouchies. Too flat to even cry. Yay medication.
I'm so sorry to hear about your situation, Sundae. I wish I'd win a multi-million dollar lottery so I can give you oogles of money to move out. I know how it feels to live with a mean and nagging mother.
Ortho: I'm sorry to hear about your situation too.
Why are some parents so cruel to their kids? :(
Sorry, that was pretty much self-pity and get-it-off-your-chest.
New day today.
Off to work.
Damn, it sounds like y'all are going through hell. All of y'all are welcome to move in with me
my fucking computer.
I have decided that all computers suck, and need to be cleansed by fire.
It's pissing me off that any sane person can think that someone can have 50 dogs as pets.
I have decided that all computers suck, and need to be cleansed by fire.
May I suggest an axe? It gives such a feeling of release
It's pissing me off that any sane person can think that someone can have 50 dogs as pets.
And what about that suspicious walk in cooler?
And what's up with the weekly deliveries of vacuum sealing bags and small heavy duty styrofoam chests? And why is there always a UPS truck coming and going? That's what I want to know.
http://www.digtriad.com/news/local/story.aspx?storyid=306112
Just horribly sad but what's wrong with this picture? Collectors ... :sniff:
http://www.digtriad.com/news/local/story.aspx?storyid=306112
Just horribly sad but what's wrong with this picture? Collectors ... :sniff:
Not Nirvana's post or it's content.
But these damn web site "auto-start ads" :mad:
... some even have sound levels set up high - like the commercials on tv
I didn't get an autostart ad, but I have ActiveX filtering turned on.
I agree if you have dozens, kept in the basement, they ain't pets, they're business, and it's cruel. :mad:
Oh that pisses me off. Do they think that is going to get me to consider their products? One thing guaranteed to put me off a company (or a band - I'm looking at you, Vube) is an auto start advert/video/popup site.
Especially the ones that don't start right away, but wait until you've scrolled half way down the page. When they start you don't even know if you have to go up or down to find the little sucker and kill it. Best keep the sound turned off until you want to hear something, unless you're listening to music in parallel.
Nexus 7 came today. No quick-start guide or nuttin :bitching:
We can only try not to repeat these performances for our children.
...or let our parents perform an encore on
our children.
This is THE reason the Gravdigr has no children.
...or let our parents perform an encore on our children.
This ... the reason I no longer live within easy visiting distance of my mother.
This ... the reason I no longer live within easy visiting distance of my mother.
My wife and I were fortunate that both sets of parents were good people
who welcomed the new DIL or SIL into the family.
But she and I have been in agreement for years that the best thing for our marriage
was living 1000+ miles away from them all the way thru til our kids were grown, and gone !
We highly recommend such an arrangement, regardless of in-law personalities.
I've found 300 miles is sufficient for the east coast, being the travel tends to be slower than the great wide open. 300 miles is close enough to get there if necessary, but way too far to drop in on a Sunday drive. ;)
My best time is 3hrs 57 minutes.
I spent weeks making a ceramic platter to donate to the silent auction at the middle school. It came out of the kiln last night, looked really good. Since then some fucker chipped a huge chunk off it :( Sale is Friday so I can't replace in time :cry:
That's a drag, any way of tracking the culprit and treating them to a slow painful death? Somebody knows, start torturing people till one cracks. :spank:
So I guess instead of immediate thermonuclear destruction, you're designing an insidious plan to create the most suffering from your reprisal. Cool.:yesnod:
oh I know who it was
Did they do anything to try to make it right? At the very least, they should donate some cash to the school fundraiser.
yeah, they did try to make it right. I think the repair is horrible and there's still a glaze chip missing. cash donation won't help.
shit happens. but it's ok to be p-d about it. It was my second bad day on the run. the auction people feel the repair is ok and will try to sell it anyway :/
today not as horrendous so far, but still 23 minutes left. tomorrow ....oh gawd State Swim Championships, can't even think about it. Hopefully I've already used up the entire family's ration of shitty for this week.
I ordered oil on Thursday morning, then they took $650 out of my debit account on Friday and completely did not deliver me any oil. They say they are delivering today or tomorrow. Can't they take my huge amount of money AFTER they've actually delivered? It would be a lot less alarming.
How long will that oil last you (if they ever deliver it?) Will you make it through the winter on one tank?
Last winter was a three-tank winter. This year I am insulating harder, heating less, and hope to make it through on two. But this place is a sieve.
Our house is like that too, but with natural gas heat, it's a little cheaper. Not a bargain though.
I wonder if we'd save more money if the thermostat was coin operated. Or had one of those dollar bill feeders on it. "Got a chill in your bones? Insert $1 for the next hour of heat."
Oregon also has this problem... and it is multiplying and multiplying and ...
Washington Post
Darryl Fears
November 24, 2013
Virginia acts to reduce population of wild pigs, the ‘most invasive animal’ in U.S.
There’s a population explosion of large, wild animals in the Virginia woods,
and it’s not the cute, doe-eyed kind that conjures images of Bambi.
They have razor-sharp teeth, curling tusks and a nasty temper that prompts some to charge humans.
They’re called feral hogs, wild pigs or big boars, but the names are lumped together because,
said Mike Dye, a biologist for the Virginia Department of Game and Inland Fisheries, “a pig is a pig.”
The animals were introduced to America centuries ago,
but the recent population boom, state game officials and biologists say,
[COLOR="DarkRed"]is largely the fault of hunters who imported wild pigs to hunt year round.
The hunters either didn’t know or didn’t care that the pigs are considered
the most invasive animal in the United States[/COLOR]<snip>.
With no natural predator, a pig population can triple in just over a year.
To keep the population from growing, 70 percent of it has to be killed [annually], which is nearly impossible.
Virginia’s most recent estimate last year put the pig population at 2,500 to 3,000, with plenty of pairs to mate.<snip>
“As far as ecological damage, there is probably not a worse animal that’s out there,”
said Dye, regional coordinator for feral pigs in Northern Virginia.
Feral hogs date back to Spanish explorer Hernando de Soto,
who brought them to Florida as a food source in 1539.
Later, American colonists allowed some domesticated hogs to feed in the woods,
freeing many of them forever. They continue to escape from farm pens, Killmaster said.
[COLOR="DarkRed"]But hunters are most responsible for Georgia’s population explosion, he said.
Echoing officials in other states, including Virginia, Killmaster said
they often free pigs to have something to shoot.[/COLOR]
What really pisses me off is the hunters who
lease land, and release hogs for hunting,
and leave a population feral hogs behind when their "lease time" is up
... or they simply move on to other things.
This may be the ONLY valid reason for a private citizen to own an AK-47 !
much better
much better
What is that?
That is the oil gauge, showing just over 3/4 full.
It pisses me off when I am at the grocery store and the check out girl hacks and coughs and snorts all over my purchases GAH!:mad:
I'm all confused about what day it is and forgot to go to my class this morning. I did manage to mention these classes to a friend in an email and make a note to myself to put them in my diary, but I just didn't quite get that today was Wednesday. It feels like Saturday, yesterday felt like Friday....
I forgot to go to my doctor and learn how to inject myself today. They rang to ask where i was. :/
a $4,400 bill from WV for state tax they claim I owe for the six months BEFORE I moved there last year. We've gone back and forth twice already about this, and now they're talking liens on property. Now I find out that our tax person filed the wrong type of return last year - should have been a part-resident return instead of a resident return. I have to get an accountant immediately and file the right type of return, and I'll still be stuck for $589 in penalties and interest even though I don't actually owe the money. At a time when my husband has no income, has just been denied his private disability claim, and my salary doesn't quite cover the expenses for my apartment, let alone the house in smallville.
Grrr. :mad2:
This is the 3rd time in 2 years that I have to cancel my bankcard. I do not use it at all online and almost never anywhere else. I have only used it to make deposits in the ATM. But its seems my bank has had compromised accounts. I am not in Amsterdam!!! :eyebrow: :mad2:
Where do you normally use it? Restaurants, grocery stores... think specifically of places you've gone to throughout the two years in question. There could be an employee regularly stealing numbers from cards they handle on the job. (They wouldn't be the ones making the charges, they would be selling your valid number to the guy in Amsterdam.) Think about any of those employees that you know you've seen more than once. You might catch a petty thief!
I had this with a bank card once. It wouldn't let me withdraw cash due to an unusual spending pattern so I visited my bank to find out why. The guy I spoke to at the bank looked surprised that I'd managed to get back to England from India in under two hours...
I have never used the card in a restaurant or a retailer. I have maybe once or twice used it at a gas station maybe 2 times in the last 2 years. None recently. I use it to make cash deposits and these recent charges came before I made a deposit so I am stumped. I don't use it or that account for anything but credit card payments and they are direct bank bill pay. :eyebrow:
It could be a staff member at one of the companies you're paying to. Seriously, it is often very easy to get those types of details as an employee.
Voting rights: I believe that everyone who is constitutionally allowed to vote should be able to do so with no interference. I believe that having states where in some districts the maximum wait to vote is 30 minutes and in others it is 8 hours is criminal. I believe that 'equal justice under law' extends to the voting booth.
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2013/02/05/us/politics/how-long-it-took-groups-to-vote.html?ref=politics
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/02/05/us/politics/waiting-times-to-vote-at-polls-draw-scrutiny.html?_r=0
A Massachusetts Institute of Technology analysis determined that blacks and Hispanics waited nearly twice as long in line to vote on average than whites. Florida had the nation’s longest lines, at 45 minutes, followed by the District of Columbia, Maryland, South Carolina and Virginia, according to Charles Stewart III, the political science professor who conducted the analysis.
Amen
.... especially when the differences are deliberate against certain groups
Maybe I'm not getting it. Is it just a case of the more densely populated areas are having longer waits? Would increasing the number of places to vote decrease the wait times? It just seems a bit odd (having been through the system in Blighty) that there would be a problem like this.
Ummm, Bloke... Examples are easy to come by
Given two neighboring voting districts, with equal numbers of voters.
.. one (Republican majority) has 10 voting machines
.. the other (Democratic majority) has 1 voting machine
Which has longer wait times ?
Given two gerrymandered voting districts where the Drivers License is a valid ID.
.. in one (Republican majority) suburban voters drive their cars daily
.. in the other (Democratic majority) urban voters do not have cars
Which has a more difficult time voting ?
There are many different versions of such games being played
Maybe I'm not getting it. Is it just a case of the more densely populated areas are having longer waits? Would increasing the number of places to vote decrease the wait times? It just seems a bit odd (having been through the system in Blighty) that there would be a problem like this.
There is a minimum number of machines per registered voter allowed. However, that does not take into account changes in technology. There is also the number of poll workers who take the voter's information to consider. Also, working class people who cannot take off time to work will tend to vote at the same times or on the Sunday before if early voting is allowed. Republican governors are keen to shut off early voting since conventional wisdom is that it helps the Democrats.
In the last presidential election, there were long waits in Florida and Ohio.
Ah, right. I see it now. It's quite a bit different from over here.
I can see how people would get pissed at that system.
Given two gerrymandered voting districts where the Drivers License is a valid ID.
.. in one (Republican majority) suburban voters drive their cars daily
.. in the other (Democratic majority) urban voters do not have cars
Which has a more difficult time voting ?
Thinking that urban people don't have ID is now a signal to me of armchair liberalism.
Care really hard about those people. Don't have a clue how they live, what their values are, or whether they have ID or not.
Guess what. They have ID. In greater numbers than suburbanites. Don't believe me? Ask 'em. I have, over and over and over again.
The reasons why this might be true, I leave as an exercise to the reader. As a hint, answer this question: what do you think will happen to you if you walk down your local street without ID? And now, what do you think will happen to an urban dweller? How will your experience differ?
Given two neighboring voting districts, with equal numbers of voters.
.. one (Republican majority) has 10 voting machines
.. the other (Democratic majority) has 1 voting machine
Which has longer wait times ?
Well that's only right, after all the Republicans have to get back to work, while the Democrats just have to drive their Caddy full of rugrats to the liquor store to spend their food stamps.
...what do you think will happen to you if you walk down your local street without ID? And now, what do you think will happen to an urban dweller? How will your experience differ?
... walk down a local street in the suburbs ?
That's a silly question ... no one walks in the pale ghetto
Well that's only right, after all the Republicans have to get back to work, while the Democrats just have to drive their Caddy full of rugrats to the liquor store to spend their food stamps.
And you just might be surprised to see how often that is true in some parts of the country.
And you just might be surprised to see how often that is true in some parts of the country.
and some just might be surprised to see how often it's not.
... at least according to the Mississippi Press
GulfLive.com
Sid Salter
11/18/13
Food stamp myths continue to cloud farm bill debate
<snip>
The stereotypical food stamp recipient in political lore is more often than not black, female and poor.
In that scenario, the food stamp recipient is a Democratic voter who identifies politically as liberal.
But a Pew Center survey earlier this year found what they called "a bipartisan nation of beneficiaries."
The survey focused on federal entitlements including food stamps, unemployment benefits,
welfare, Social Security, Medicaid and Medicare programs.
The survey found that significant proportions of Democrats (60 percent) and Republicans (52 percent)
say they have benefited from a major entitlement program at some point in their lives.
So have nearly equal shares of self-identifying conservatives (57 percent), liberals (53 percent) and moderates (53 percent).
<snip>
Without question, Southern states with high poverty rates like Alabama, Arkansas, Kentucky,
Louisiana, Mississippi and Tennessee are states where Republicans fare best in presidential politics.
[COLOR="DarkRed"]There is a huge political disconnect on food stamps, particularly in states like Mississippi where food stamp dependence is highest[/COLOR]
<snip>
Take Ron Reagan's Caddy driving welfare queen homily, add the ridiculous welfare ghetto trap, sprinkle with some racism, shaken, not stirred. Then you have the perfect ammo for the rich to convince the middle class to hate the poor.
But not for long, because the middle class is headed the way of the Dodo.
While the people fuck themselves by shopping walmart and voting corporate interests, I think most can see what's going on but figure they'll be OK, and screw everyone else. Silly bunnies.
I personally feel this explains the decrease in public support for handgun control legislation.
pissed off that I found mouse evidence this morning. MY house had no mice, but this rental one does.
That time of year where they are coming inside. Or have been inside for a couple of weeks.
Good hunting.
Seeing people in the 'Thankful' thread, people who have so much, whether it was given to them, they worked for it, stole it, or fell ass-backwards into it, complaining so much about their lives, and not even noticing (seems like) how well they actually have it.
the bird that shit on my head today.
Posting (a couple months ago) some pics of my oldest son achieving a significant goal only to see them completely ignored. Not pissed so much as, I don't know - wondering why no one was interested, when there's always plenty of interest in other offspring.
Huh. I honestly don't remember those. I wonder if I saw them and just didn't comment, or if I never saw them for some reason. Where are they?
You got a fairly large response about your daughter coming to her senses.
Missed those pics (and most everything else lately
I thought I replied to that.
the next grievance...
bacefook: I could have gone on without knowing my younger cousin is a Birther.
Me too, and I'm not even related.
Huh. I honestly don't remember those. I wonder if I saw them and just didn't comment, or if I never saw them for some reason. Where are they?
You got a fairly large response about your daughter coming to her senses.
Yes, people did respond to the update on my daughter coming to her senses.
I apologize for grumbling about the pics of my eldest son. They were the record of his second century ride within two months - but I know that no one here deliberately ignores the accomplishments of others (or their relatives). I was in a particularly low frame of mind a few nights ago as I approached a scheduled clinical follow-up with some anxiety over symptoms. I couldn't sleep and took out some of my angst on threads like this ... and I apologize. It wasn't appropriate. My son did what he did, he was pleased, I had a great time that day following all the riders, and the event was sufficient in itself.
Asking forgiveness, and I'm happy to admit that tonight, nothing is pissing me off.
Nothing to apologize for. We've all posted stuff before that was ignored, and it's not a good feeling. We want people to value our contributions.
So do you have lab results back from the other day? How are you doing? If you're in a better mood, hopefully that means everything is good.
...I'm happy to admit that tonight, nothing is pissing me off.
We can help with that. :lol2:
So do you have lab results back from the other day? How are you doing? If you're in a better mood, hopefully that means everything is good.
My basic lab tests were all good - bone marrow, liver, and kidneys all functioning normally, hooray! And no suspicious elevation of calcium, double hooray! I'm waiting to hear about my C15-3 cancer marker, and if they saw anything on 3D ultrasound that merits a closer look they'll call me this week. But I'm feeling good and expect it to be no news is good news.
I've reached the point where I rarely worry. The day before an appointment or test, though, in spite of knowing I'm doing fine, it's still tough.
Yes, people did respond to the update on my daughter coming to her senses.
I apologize for grumbling about the pics of my eldest son. They were the record of his second century ride within two months - but I know that no one here deliberately ignores the accomplishments of others (or their relatives).
unfortunately, people don't post replies to pics of older children. I don't think anybody ever commented on my oldest son (age 30) unless he was shown with Addie. in fact, the last pics of Addie and Elizabeth went unnoticed for a week. sigh the older your kids get, the less noticeable they are
I'm glad you're doing well, Ortho.
And Sarge, I think you're probably right.
One of the cats meowing intermittantly from sparrow fart for the last three days. Sun comes up around 4am atm, so i am not impressed.
I wondered about that, too. Is the cat in pain from having ingested sparrows?
Trying to drive nails, with no depth perception. Wonder my thumb doesn't look like 3foots.
Also trying to cut my candy into squares.
My fingertips. They are bleeding cracked and i have to do a cake tomorrow. I hope the cortizone does its magic tonight.
My total septic system failure, which causes all sewage for my house to drain into the back yard, has frozen solid in the 10F overnight temperatures and now all sewage for my house drains into my basement... again
I'm sorry UT.
That puts minor gripes into perspective. I know you're trying to be the model reasonable tenant, but when does it become untenable? The landlord is supposed to provide some value for what you are paying. Functioning plumbing is probably written into law, even in Pennsylvania.
...model reasonable tenant...
No good deed goes unpunished.
Well the landlord is now on the case, and has a call in to the owner to see how they want to deal with this. They will probably have to dig the whole thing up, but I imagine they will at least want to wait until it's thawed.
The landlord thanked me for being "down to earth" about it, so there's my reward.
The landlord thanked me for being "down to earth" about it, so there's my reward.
I was just trying to be silly...
I hope your trials and tribulations don't last long.
Maybe they can hook you up to the sewer system. From a landlord perspective, not having to deal with a septic system would be a big bonus. Septic systems have to be treated right, and rentals are kind of notorious for not being treated right. If I were a rental property owner, I'd pay for a sewer connection.
Double damn, UT, sorry about your luck, dude.
That sucks.
Make sure you take photos to document things, in case the relationship with the landlord/owner goes (even further) south. You might want evidence someday.
Sorry to hear that, UT. Not a nice holiday present.
The sewer thawed today even though it didn't get above freezing. I poured a bunch of boiling water down the drain, maybe that did it. Don't know. Maybe I could use salt water?
The sewer thawed today even though it didn't get above freezing. I poured a bunch of boiling water down the drain, maybe that did it. Don't know. Maybe I could use salt water?
I think you need a small thermo nuclear device! I think hot water should help thaw, but until it breaks free you might cause more flooding.
sorry you are going through this, especially with the holidays coming
I'm no septic expert, but I do know that you don't want to put anything down the drain that will kill the bacteria that eat the poop. Large quantities of salt water might do that. Boiling water down the drain will probably cool down rapidly upon contact with the metal pipes to lose virtually all effectiveness before reaching any distant blockage. But if it's not spilling all over the basement floor, it probably can't hurt.
If the plan is to thaw the system out, the best bet is to insulate the ground and allow the warmth of the ground to thaw the frozen surface. Bales of hay stacked tightly together over the system probably are the best bet.
That's a big job though, and I'm not sure what it would accomplish other than making digging a bit easier. I'd leave it up to the septic contractor.
I'm glad for you that things seem to have thawed a bit.
I don't think there have been beneficial bacteria in this system since I've been here. I've treated it twice with bacteria shock chemicals, no result.
My fucking computer will not upload pictures. I hate this piece of shit.
It sounds like your septic system is well beyond the help of bacteria/yeast solutions. My septic guy says that stuff is essentially like the snake oil you add to a fucked up engine; it's not a valve job.
If you can get a look at your waste pipes, check to see that any 90 degree bends are long sweep and or sanitary Ts. I know you are renting, but if you see poor plumbing that will explain a lot of your problem if it isn't just a septic tank failure. The tank should be filling with solids and the liquid should run off into the leach field. If the tank is over flowing then the liquids are not making it through the leach field or the ground isn't taking up the water. The leach field should be below the frost line and not backfilled with clay. Assuming the leach field is not the problem, another BIG culprit in plumbing problems is "flushable" wipes. They are not. They shouldn't be flushed. My BIL has made a lot of money cleaning out drains that were clogged with flushable wipes. They can be what's blocking the inflow into the tank.
The point about checking the quality of the visible waste plumbing is that it may be an indication of the over-all quality of the work.
Sorry you are having this particular adventure.
Ha ha ha ha
There's "A", there's "B"... and then there's "C", hook it up however seems about right that day.
When the drain is non-operational, sewage comes out the pipe fitting access that the washer drains into, 10 feet to the left. When I showered yesterday morning, water was out that access and onto the basement floor.
Wow. no clean-outs. Nice job. Jeeeeeez.
Landlord called and she can't reach the owner, but they are going to get a septic company to come and pump out the tank
Joke's on them. They literally will not be able to pump shit. When I turn on the kitchen faucet, within one minute water is draining out of the septic vent hole and into the back yard. It's in compleat failure.
snip--
If I were a rental property owner, I'd pay for a sewer connection.
unless it was uphill to the sewer line. isn't casa del toad somewhat downhill from the street?
@UT-- I'm very sorry you're having this trouble. I can't help from here, but I do feel your pain man. sorry bro.
20 feet downhill from everything else surrounding it. This place is a true oddity, which is the part I like most.
A sweet example of this:
This place has nine smoke detectors. All identical, all installed at the same time, with the same brand of 9V batteries.
A few weeks ago, all nine detectors went on the "low battery alert" chirp - within days of each other!
What could I do.. I bought a 12-pack of 9Vs on Amazon and replaced all the batteries at the same time.
UT sewer problems? Can't think of anything worse in the winter. :greenface
It was -7F here this morning. So I have a barn cat because some asshole threw out a perfectly good cat. She has been here since October. I have dog breeds that hate cats so no way she can live in the house. To be fair they were here first. I noticed that day by day she was getting huge. Skip fixed her up a dog igloo inside the barn with straw and a blanket over to close the door.
She has 4 kittens right now maybe more coming . I had to warm up two on my car seat. {You can fry eggs on a PT Cruiser car seat warmer] So they got warm went back to mom and then I covered her with an old LL Bean down coat. I gave her some watered down milk and she is purring and happy.
I just want to say some people sure are assholes and this kittie deserved a better home than my barn, but that is all I can do right now.
...but that is all I can do right now.
Well...
You could leave her the keys to the Cruiser and those nice warm seats.
Congratulations on yer new cow cats.
I just want to say some people sure are assholes and this kittie deserved a better home than my barn, but that is all I can do right now.
This kitty was lucky she crossed your path, after her experiences with human assholes. Your kindness will come back to you. And maybe one (or more) of those kittens will be a fantastic mouser. Check for extra toes; that's the mark of a good mouser. ;)
good on you Nirvana, and good luck to you.
Plumbing 101. I was a welder and pipefitter most of my life. An old man once told me. "To be a plumber all ya have to do is remember shit runs down hill 1/8" drop per foot of line."
Plumbing 101. I was a welder and pipefitter most of my life. An old man once told me. "To be a plumber all ya have to do is remember shit runs down hill 1/8" drop per foot of line.And don't put your fingers in your mouth."
me. I'm pissing me off this time. Sat here crying and feeling sorry for myself because there's so much shit to do and only me to do it isn't making it any better. No-one else gives a shit so it has to be me who makes me better but I'm just running out of will. I keep trying to write this, I guess as much for therapy as anything, but it times me out. I give up.
Sorry, anon. I hope you feel better.
You got something out, at least. One tiny success at a time, that's how we all drag ourselves kicking and screaming through life. It's okay to cry.
anon- pm me if I can help. so many have helped me and I believe in passing it forward
...No-one else gives a shit so it has to be me who makes me better but I'm just running out of will.
Obviously I don't what's going on, but I would suggest you check to make sure all of your efforts are directed at making you better. All to common for someone to be directing too large a share of their efforts cleaning up other peoples shit, and neglecting themselves.
If its christmas preparations that are causing the trouble, then maybe just stop. If they dont care, then just dont do it.
Well, since you ask...
Back in 2012 some dozy lad reversed his car into mine. Net result severe crease in offside back door and just under £1,000 worth of damage. (About $1,600). I was stationary and just about to move off when the prang occurred. Despite my insurer's herculean efforts to the contrary, it was reasonably easy to sort out, but then the fun started.
I have been driven to distraction by phone calls from so called 'Claims Management' companies. A less forgiving individual than me would describe them as leeches, vultures, hyaenas and all round pains in the fundament. They have tried to get me to claim for 'discomfort' and 'invisible bruising'. I am having some difficulty with the concept of 'invisible bruising' but I'm not a medical man so we'll just let that pass.
I am tired beyond all imagining of telling them that I have no grounds on which to make a claim. I have tried being well mannered, being thoroughly bloody rude and everything in between but still the calls come. I don't have much cause to use my mobile phone and when I am at home it is switched off. When it is switched on generally, if the display shows no number, or an unrecognised number, I don't answer. Interestingly, somehow they spoof the caller's number and the phone will show a call as being from any one of multiple locations within the UK. The giveaway is that the last three digits are always the same. Anyone know how this is done?
Anyway, one poor soul has had a victory over the forces of darkness and wasted their time.
[YOUTUBE]EuMjBt5M2Nc[/YOUTUBE]
The scammers are mostly based in the Liverpool area and, with the best will in the world, the local accent can present difficulties for the uninitiated. Subtitles are thoughtfully provided. I realise that these pranks are not to everyone's taste, but I think that the first of the two calls is worth listening to. It was an inspired move to bring his dog into the story at about the three minute mark.
Anyway, if you have been, thanks for reading.
Carruthers, first let me say, I'm glad you weren't injured in the accident and I'm glad you did get it sorted with the insurance company. Also, (perversely) I'm glad you posted this story and the video. I found it enormously entertaining, thank you.
I am sorry your scent has been picked up by these carrion-feeders (not that you're carrion, that didn't come out like I'd hoped, please forgive me). I've had similar experiences with scammers/relentless salespeople who won't take fuck-off/go to hell/die in a fire for an answer. It seems they are energized by such resistance. I like how the Major scored a victory over them by stealing from them a chunk of their time for no reward to them. Yay for the good guys. I liked listening to the strategies the scammer tried to employ, mostly based on his faith in the Major's greed, the chance to get something for nothing. Reassuringly, this didn't work (several times). He then makes appeal to the Major's (absent) sense of desire to conform (Mrs B has claimed, why not you), to the Major's sense of helpfulness (I just want to close this file, won't you help by xyz), to the Major's sense of self preservation (doncha want the calls to stop?, then just agree to xyz). Cheers to the Major.
I realize stopping these kinds of calls is impossible. Stopping ONE outfit, that's possible, though maybe difficult. I do wish them their just desserts though, fuckers.
You're welcome, and thanks for posting!
Thanks for your thanks, BigV!
I'm not confrontational by nature and find it difficult to give them words of 'discouragement'. However, they did catch me off guard one day and I eventually told them, in somewhat forceful terms, that what they were proposing was fraud and I wasn't going to be party to a criminal conspiracy. It made me feel a little better, but not for long.
I have yet to 'go nuclear' but I'm conscious of the fact that it would probably have a negative effect on my sense of well being if I told them that they might like to indulge their interest in sex and travel, so to speak. :mad:
All the best,
Carruthers
One of my former police officers and another officer were engaged in an armed conflict with robbers this afternoon. One of the officers just died and I don't know which one yet.
I guess it won't matter to most of you since all local cops are inept or they were cave men and should have sat down and discussed feelings with the poor disadvantaged robbers
One of my former police officers and another officer were engaged in an armed conflict with robbers this afternoon. One of the officers just died and I don't know which one yet.
I guess it won't matter to most of you since all local cops are inept or they were cave men and should have sat down and discussed feelings with the poor disadvantaged robbers
What they needed to do was shoot them in the head before the bad guys could shoot back. Thief's are not tolerated. I hope the surviving Officer is OK.
Sorry you lost a mate Sarge. Xxx
One of my former police officers and another officer were engaged in an armed conflict with robbers this afternoon. One of the officers just died and I don't know which one yet.
Sarge, I'm so sorry. This is a terrible thing. You've lost someone you've known and worked with. You've described the Cellar as a family, and we care and are here for you. Sending hugs.
So sorry, Sarge x
Sent by thought transference
God that's awful. Sorry, Sarge.
Sorry for your loss, Sarge
Sorry I was such a bitch about this. I feel like most of you don't like cops very much and to lose a friend a Christmas was too much.
http://djournal.com/news/two-officers-shot-robbery-one-dies/
A third suspect came up behind them while they were engaging the suspects in the traffic stop. Thank God a citizen got on their radio and called in an officer down.
Nothing to apologise for Sarge.
See above, we all get it and are sorry.
I REALLY know this is an asinine post. But they need more time on the range.
An aside I wish all you folks a merry whatever and carry on with whatever the hell ya doing.
it's ok buster. I've been guilty of spray and pray when the shit hit the fan. money has really cut down range time and we need it
I hate that you've lost a friend, Sarge.
If these fine upstanding citizens were actually dumb enough to rent a car to rob a bank, well, then they won't be at large for long.
Merry Christmas hohoho.
Dad was drunk last night. So Dad fell over last night.
Dad falls over plenty sober, but if he's drunk it gives Mum an excuse to be a real bitch.
She's making him clean up all the blood this morning.
Yesterday's special phrase was about the fact he has to take tablets 30 minutes before he can eat in the morning. She didn't like the fact that he went to the toilet before taking them, "I don't care if you shit all over the floor, just take the tablets before I get up." Because waiting an extra five minutes for breakfast is really horrible.
Today's special phrase, "Do you remember what that was for? No? No of course you don't. I made you piss in that because I couldn't let you out of the bedroom. I'm not having any of my colleagues in the Ambulance Service [which she left 20 years ago] have to come out to you."
Oh and she's just said to their cat, "If you don't like it you can go and live elsewhere." Which is an odd thing to say to a cat. I think I might get the message... despite not saying a bloody word about any of this because hohohomerrychristmas I know how this day goes every single bloody year.
So much for making things easier by not having a roast.
It seems it isn't the roast that's the problem.
What can I take off the list next year? Oh, me. Not because I've been a problem. Yet. But so that I don't have to hear it again. I'll just join Claudette.
Do not join Claudette.
Oh, honey. I wish I could make you feel better. I wish life wasn't so hard. *hugs*
There's someone here, wishing you good things and thinking of you with warmth and tenderness.
Sundae! More good wishes coming at you from Arran! Breathe deeply and remember the Panto is coming soon. XXX
Sent by thought transference
It is hard to remain glum if you're watching Barrowman in tights.
Sundae, i know where you're coming from. I might post more about the week leading up to christkas in our house, but lng story short, sometimes it seems pointless trying. I am personally trying to pull myself up by my bhootstrps about it all, but its fucking hard.
Just keep on going. It will pass. Xxx
As it's turned out, things have improved.
Of course they do.
Although just coming up here, I can hear grumble-mumbles starting up again.
Ali, I hope things improve for you.
Sometimes things don't go after all from bad to worse.
There will need to be some big changes around here if things are to improve. Anyway, thats life. Some things just go to shit.
Dammit.
Sundae, Ali, neither freaking one of you is going to do yourself in. Because I said so. We love both of you, and we are here for both of you, and that will always be true no matter how horrible real life gets. Remember how sad we were when we lost Claudette? Remember how happy we were when morethanpretty's mom was lucky enough to save her? Don't fall into the trap of believing that things will always be exactly the way they are now. Things always change. Life always goes to shit at times, and always improves at other times. We'll see you through it.
Amen, Clodfobble.
We'd miss you very much if you were gone, ladies.
Clod and Glatt said it best. I'm just agreeing and tagging along.
Merry Christmas hohoho.
Dad was drunk last night. So Dad fell over last night.
Dad falls over plenty sober, but if he's drunk it gives Mum an excuse to be a real bitch.
She's making him clean up all the blood this morning.
Yesterday's special phrase was about the fact he has to take tablets 30 minutes before he can eat in the morning. She didn't like the fact that he went to the toilet before taking them, "I don't care if you shit all over the floor, just take the tablets before I get up." Because waiting an extra five minutes for breakfast is really horrible.
Today's special phrase, "Do you remember what that was for? No? No of course you don't. I made you piss in that because I couldn't let you out of the bedroom. I'm not having any of my colleagues in the Ambulance Service [which she left 20 years ago] have to come out to you."
Oh and she's just said to their cat, "If you don't like it you can go and live elsewhere." Which is an odd thing to say to a cat. I think I might get the message... despite not saying a bloody word about any of this because hohohomerrychristmas I know how this day goes every single bloody year.
So much for making things easier by not having a roast.
It seems it isn't the roast that's the problem.
What can I take off the list next year? Oh, me. Not because I've been a problem. Yet. But so that I don't have to hear it again. I'll just join Claudette.
Sundae, you seem to be able to accept your father's oddities as age-related issues without too much pain -maybe because he has an alzeimers diagnosis?. I beg you to consider that -although you and your mum have not always seen eye to eye- her recent oddities may not just be due to her being a bitch, but may also be age-related. Most people become less tolerant and less flexible as they age. Many also become less rational. mostly without official diagnoses.
To me -an outsider- --and not a medical doctor-- the behavior you describe
screams aging over being a bitch. if you add aging to being a bitch........
I suspect most of us are fortunate enough not to witness this close-up in our parents so it is not a widely discussed phenomenon, but I bet it's not unusual.
I also suspect that a little of your father's vagueness may not be as much about his deficiencies as about his coping mechanisms.....
just my tuppenceworth.
Sorry, meant to summarise that if you can consider it from this viewpoint, maybe it will be more tolerable? Especially if you can then extrapolate from her treatment of your dad to her treatment of you?
I do logically understand that she has an emotional reaction to my Dad's illness that I don't have.
In the same way I have an emotional reaction to her that neither of my siblings do.
So if I can learn to work more on dealing with my own emotions things would be easier all round.
And seeing the changes in her as something she has nearly as little control over as my Dad does over his illness has got be be worth a try.
Trying to deal with it without alcohol does make things harder.
Long term that has only ever exacerbated the problem, but short term it was damn good at aiding & abetting hiding, sleeping and shutting things out.
I scamper off to Scotland on Thursday. I think Mum and I are both holding out until then.
Most people become less tolerant and less flexible as they age. Many also become less rational. mostly without official diagnoses.
My Dad was always pretty easy going maybe to the point of being disengaged. He never seemed to harbor ill will towards anybody. He was the kind of retired Marine who enjoyed picking up hippy hitch-hikers. Since Mom's death, I've watched him transform into this sometimes very angry person. Last night he slipped into a new mode, straight up racism. Sometimes I think its more about Mom not being there to rein him in, but disease, Rush Limbaugh, the Church, and the goddamn cultures wars are part of it as well.
That goddamned four-wheeling little bitch across the street. 5 fucking degrees. FIVE! And she's out there in the yard, in an eighth of an inch of snow running that loud fucking piece of shit around and around and around and around and around the fucking place. I hope she breaks her fucking leg.
This is the only reason, and the only time I wish I had a kid.
"Come here Susie. See that little girl over there, go kick her ass for Daddy."
I'd go do it myself, but, the way the last few weeks have gone, she'd probably kick my ass.
Catnapper's wife called the police back in the fall, cuz of the noise, and was told there was nothing the cops could do before 11pm. Great. Cuz little girl's parents like to cook out. A lot. We'll suffer til spring, then see how they like Roy Acuff, Jimmy Rodgers, and David Allan Coe blasting directly at them through my soon-to-be-outside-in-the-front-yard 1000 watt stereo system.
Ugliness. I izzit.
If I haven't forgotten by then.
And the next motherfucking hand that turns my fucking heat down is getting chopped the fuck off. There WILL be one room in this motherfucker over 70 degrees if I have set this house on fire.
Somebody needs a hug. :bolt:
Kiss me, you fool.
Haha....Bruce, kiss the man and make his day. ;)
Fucking oven is on the fritz.
Number one, this is a major problem for me because I use my oven several times a day and we can't just go out when I can't prep food.
But the "pissing me off" part is that the stupid thing is 2 weeks past the one-year no-questions-asked warranty. Now they'll cover parts, but not the service call, and worse, they claim they can't get a guy out until Monday. I took the appointment, but fuck that, I'm still calling other people to see if I can get someone sooner. Surely the part can't be more than about $50, right? That's worth it to me, to not be ovenless for the whole damn weekend.
I'm a dab hand at ovens, having not blown up my own house....anyhow, though I despair of being able to fix your oven over the interweb, I am curious about what the heck is wrong with it?
Also, I'm wondering how prepared you are for an emergency. Three days, three ways, etc etc. You use your oven several times a day to feed your family? What would you do in an emergency where there wasn't a repairman to come fix it? What did you do on your extended family trip?
I wish you good luck at getting it all working again.
It's a double oven with a gas range on top. The top oven is working, but is skinny, and not tall enough for any of my large pots. The bottom oven is intermittent: sometimes you turn it on, and it just sits on "preheating" forever without producing any warmth. Sometimes it kicks on after awhile, but takes 2-3 times as long as it should to reach the set temperature. Googling seems to indicate it's probably a simple part that's broken, which apparently breaks often on this model.
We are not prepared for an emergency, to be honest. We have a few pantry goods the kids can eat, dried fruits and veggies, and realistically a lot of our produce would stay good for 3 days even without refrigeration. Assuming stores were still functioning, we could just go every couple of days for more produce, no big deal. In a major but localized emergency like widespread flooding, we'd leave and go stay with out-of-town, or out-of-state, relatives. In the zombie apocalypse, we're goners anyway.
In the zombie apocalypse, we're goners anyway.
Brains should be gluten free. I think you'd do pretty well.
Problem identified: it was a "faulty igniter," which was drawing only around 2.9 amps, when a minimum of 3.5 is necessary before the gas will switch on. As expected, part cost $56, and I would have had to pay the rest anyway if I'd waited for the warranty people on Monday. Guy had it fixed within half an hour, and having watched him do it once, I feel pretty sure I could do it myself next time (perhaps on the upper oven, if/when that one craps out on me.)
Sonofawhore ... at work tonight realized I had no phone service. Nothing. No phone. No Internet. No text messages. Nothing nothing. Cow orker with same provider is bitching loudly about the same thing. Okay. So maybe we shouldn't be all facebooking and shit, but we communicate with the boss by texting. Called AT&T. Turns out the cell tower down the street is "degraded" didn't have a timeline for repairs. I was politely irate, and ended up with a $10 credit for my inconvenience.
one thing that really boils my piss is TV adverts for washing products that claim three things that are all the bastard same.
example: "cleans, lifts stains, removes ground-in dirt"
hey you, detergent makers and your Madison Avenue arsewipes, are you listening?
how the fucking fuck do YOU think 'lifting stains' is any different from 'cleaning'?
in your head does that sound smart?
similarly, what colour is the sky on your planet?
you may be thick as mince but not all of us are.
and another thing, cosmetic adverts for skin cream things listing half a dozen advantages of which all but one are the same thing, like smoothing skin, removing wrinkles and eliminating crows feet and laugh lines.
apart from the fact that it's utter bollocks to confuse a gullible public desperate to believe in this hocus pocus,, how are these any different when they're exactly the fucking same thing?
and another thing, stop putting vitamins in face cream, they only work if you eat the bloody things.
BASTARDS!!!!!!
and another thing, stop putting vitamins in face cream, they only work if you eat the bloody things.
I'm sure all the makers of transdermal prescription medications will be stunned to hear this... Outer skin absorbs exactly the same as inner (intestinal) skin, the only difference is that outer skin has a few more layers of epithelium to get through before you hit the blood vessels. (Which is not to say they necessarily do anything for your wrinkles, but they do get absorbed into the body for use where needed.)
"...even the nosh pot must be low in something. And if it isn't, then it must be high in something else...
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how the fucking fuck do YOU think 'lifting stains' is any different from 'cleaning'?
"Cleaning", is trying.
"Lifting stains" is succeeding.
"Removing ground-in dirt" is victory!
:lol2:
Clodfobble my science education was a long time ago but aren't transdermal products formulated in low molecular weight versions because big complicated molecules can't get through the skin - like you can put sand through a strainer but not gravel.
or am I talking bollocks again?
"Cleaning", is trying.
"Lifting stains" is succeeding.
"Removing ground-in dirt" is victory!
:lol2:
:)
oh hell, they've got you at it as well.
how the fornicating fornicate is "succeeding" different to "victory"?
or do
you work in advertising?
:p:
All these fucking morons over here who think its funny to pronounce and spell Australia as 'straya'. Have some fucking pride you ignorant pricks.
You know why Italians don't like Jehovas Witnesses?
Italians don't like ANY witnesses.
Clodfobble my science education was a long time ago but aren't transdermal products formulated in low molecular weight versions because big complicated molecules can't get through the skin - like you can put sand through a strainer but not gravel.
or am I talking bollocks again?
It's true that absorption rates of larger molecules is reduced, so some medicines are not considered good candidates to get the right dose in the right amount of time, though all the vitamins have a relatively simpler structure compared to most meds. Absorption rates are also affected by how much is already in your body--swab iodine on the skin of someone who is iodine-deficient, and it will disappear within just a few hours; swab it on someone who gets enough iodine, and the brown stain will remain for 24+ hours.
There are some substances that we
believe are too large to ever fit through external skin, such as gluten, for example. However, millions of celiacs have both reported and measured symptoms of internal exposure when they only received an external dose.
It's like the mystery of how bees fly: for decades, aerodynamics experts said it was impossible, their weight plus other factors meant bees couldn't fly. Yet obviously they could. We think larger molecules shouldn't be able to get through some skin areas, but evidence shows many of them do, somehow. I'm sure we'll figure it out someday, just like
they finally figured out how bees fly.
Oh woe is me, woe is me.
Fucking internet. Again.
Some of you may recall the nightmare I had with this lastyear. 7 engineer visits in all, and eventually they threw up their hands in defeat and said 'sorry...nothing we can do', gave me discounts for a few months and offered to release me from my contract (not that I was under contract with them at the time but I digress..).
It's been pretty consistently shitty this whole time. I feel lucky if I get a 1/3 meg download speed. Mostly, I get below a quarter meg. And it's constantly discoing to the point that even streaming sites which buffer are a struggle - streaming sites that don't buffer (like ALL the fucking TV catchup sites) are a total no-go.
Last time it was really bad and I had all the engineer visits etc etc, one thing they told me was that it was because I was on the old 'IP Stream' system, and that it was unlikely to get any better until the equipment at the exchange was upgraded.
The other week I got a letter informing me that my provider was installing new, up to date equipment at our exchange and my service would be automatically migrated to that new system on the 24th - Hurrah! I can apparently expect 50% faster speeds and greater stability. In other words a (just about) usable broadband connection.
They said my service would be interrupted, possibly for up to 5 hours.
It went off on Friday afternoon as expected and ......yes, you guessed it, that was the last I saw of my fucking internet connection.
Spent half the frigging weekend calling them. First they said: ahhh, yes, the letter may say 5 hours, but really it can take 24 hours.
Then they said, ahh yes, the migration has finished, but it can take up to 48 hours to reset - monitor the connection, it could come on at any moment,
Then they said: oh....yeah, no, it definitely should be working by now....we'll need tests on the line - phone back in 15 mins.
15 mins later - yeah, we need to do more tests. Can you phone back again in 15 mins, this time using mobile phone (in case further tests needed on landline).
25 minutes on fucking hold, perched uncomfortably in the one part of my house (the landing) with enough mobile reception to make a call - eventually gave up, as by now was 8pm Sunday.
Fuck them.
So - what's the betting when I do eventually get to talk to them again it'll be another engineers visit?
So - for however long this takes, I now have no internet access at all and am having to go into university to work. An extra three days of travel each week.
@DanaC
next email you send them, prominently start it with
cc: BBC Watchdog
cc: OFCOM
cc: News International Consumer Affairs Editor
Mirror Group International Consumer Affairs Editor
Daily Mail & General Trust Consumer Affairs Editor
and if you genuinely cc: them in then so much the better.
Next time you call them, tell them what's wrong, and then before they can give you a line of shit, ask to speak to someone in the customer retention dept.
That might get the ball rolling, plus you might get your bill reduced, a bump in speed, or some other kind of deal.
It works that way over here, sometimes.
That doesn't work in England.
The only retention we got here is water retention.
Sorry for your woes, Dana.
I hate it when the response is basically, "That's not what it says on my screen."
Because even with a really decent person on the other end of the line you know that you are now a Special Case and nothing they can do will help. I get it so often because I exhaust all other possibilities before making the call. As you have also done.
I bet the extra fares are playing havoc with your tight budget too.
Nightmare.
not being funny but switch to plusnet.
uk service centre and when i had grief they were very old-fashioned, as in
the listened
they had solutions
they spoke in human language not the tecchiespeak used by all other ISPs that is designed to confuse you with bollocks -and to bolster their own lack of self esteem and make up for the fact that they have fuckall ability.
each person owned the problem until it was fixed.
and it was fixed.
then they asked me a couple of times later if all was OK
Here I sit again on Friday night at approximately 8:10pm and no direct deposit paycheck. WTF is wrong with this company? I seem to be the only one that suffers from this annoyance...What makes it to pissing me off is they provide a paper pay stub with a void check. If they just gave me the check with the pay stub I would already be paid...:eyebrow:
Maybe your bank account number is cursed. Are there any triple sixes; or, a thirteen in it?
I called my shift Boss because even though there was no work Mon and Tues [ winter storm] and this is a 5 day a week company we are working this weekend, and for some reason after doing Direct Deposit last week it seems they have again this week issued a 'live' check. WTF :eyebrow: at least he was as confused as I am.
not being funny but switch to plusnet.
uk service centre and when i had grief they were very old-fashioned, as in
the listened
they had solutions
they spoke in human language not the tecchiespeak used by all other ISPs that is designed to confuse you with bollocks -and to bolster their own lack of self esteem and make up for the fact that they have fuckall ability.
each person owned the problem until it was fixed.
and it was fixed.
then they asked me a couple of times later if all was OK
To be fair to TalkTalk, the people I speak to are usually really lovely and helpful and try to explain things in non-tech speak as much as possible.
The problem isn't actually TalkTalk. The problem is the archaic exchange and equipment, all of which is out of their hands. They've now put in their own unbundling equipment, but: the BT Openreach people who actually install it haven't installed a 'testhead' so when the TalkTalk engineer came to my house he was unable to run the full suite of tests.
They managed to get it sorted and it worked slowly for a few days - then the engineer came out and said the problem was at the exchange. Then the guy at the tech department chamged my profile and got it working quite well - for about two days.
Now it's back to an erratic 1/3 meg, with lots of dropping.
Going to another provider wouldn't help. TalkTalk is currently the only provider with their own equipment in the exchange - no other provider can offer unbundled services, so any other provider would present the same problem. The problem is on the BT infrastructure.
I have talked to several providers and they all say the same thing - initially they say they can help,and that according to their tests my line should be capable of 1-3 meg. Then when I explain the situation they say it probably wouldn't be any better.
When I talked to the BT engineer last year, he also said it wuoldn't be any different, even if I went with BT.
I am equidistant between two exchanges. They are both ancient, overcrowded with equipment and overheated (the BT engineer reckons it must breach health and safety for the lads who work there)
I am equidistant between two exchanges. They are both ancient, overcrowded with equipment and overheated (the BT engineer reckons it must breach health and safety for the lads who work there)
Isn't that part of what you Brits point to with great pride as steeped in tradition, as history. :p:
To be fair to TalkTalk, the people I speak to are usually really lovely and helpful and try to explain things in non-tech speak as much as possible.
The problem isn't actually TalkTalk. The problem is the archaic exchange and equipment, all of which is out of their hands. They've now put in their own unbundling equipment, but: the BT Openreach people who actually install it haven't installed a 'testhead' so when the TalkTalk engineer came to my house he was unable to run the full suite of tests.
They managed to get it sorted and it worked slowly for a few days - then the engineer came out and said the problem was at the exchange. Then the guy at the tech department chamged my profile and got it working quite well - for about two days.
Now it's back to an erratic 1/3 meg, with lots of dropping.
Going to another provider wouldn't help. TalkTalk is currently the only provider with their own equipment in the exchange - no other provider can offer unbundled services, so any other provider would present the same problem. The problem is on the BT infrastructure.
I have talked to several providers and they all say the same thing - initially they say they can help,and that according to their tests my line should be capable of 1-3 meg. Then when I explain the situation they say it probably wouldn't be any better.
When I talked to the BT engineer last year, he also said it wuoldn't be any different, even if I went with BT.
I am equidistant between two exchanges. They are both ancient, overcrowded with equipment and overheated (the BT engineer reckons it must breach health and safety for the lads who work there)
I saw an ad from Virgin Media in the newspaper the other day which offered a cable internet connection without having to buy phone or TV packages. Is your area supplied by Virgin or BT fibre optic cable? I don't know how much it would cost and, in these straitened times, that of course may be the stumbling block. Might be worth investigating.
ETA Check here by post code:
http://www.cable.co.uk/guides/broadband-in-my-area/Isn't that part of what you Brits point to with great pride as steeped in tradition, as history. :p:
Nah. It's what is known as extracting the maximum return from the minimum investment.
Sorry, didn't mean to sound cranky. The long, wet winter is getting to me!
I saw an ad from Virgin Media in the newspaper the other day which offered a cable internet connection without having to buy phone or TV packages. Is your area supplied by Virgin or BT fibre optic cable? I don't know how much it would cost and, in these straitened times, that of course may be the stumbling block. Might be worth investigating.
ETA Check here by post code: http://www.cable.co.uk/guides/broadband-in-my-area/
Alas no. No fibre optics or superfast broadband here.
If I lived up the road a way, I'd probably be able to get the lot :p
Nah. It's what is known as extracting the maximum return from the minimum investment.
Sorry, didn't mean to sound cranky. The long, wet winter is getting to me!
I know why, that's pretty much universal, I was just poking about how the commoners sweep the aggravation under the rug of tradition, in front of guests. Shhh somebody's coming, keep calm and carry on.
Cranky? Hell, that ain't cranky, that's telling it like it is. :thumb2:
They didn't invite you to the pool party tomorrow?
Fell over flagging down a bus to go to the Summer Ball down in the village. Skinned my knee big time, holed my tights, ripped my pretty dress. Boo hoo
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Awww, sorry to hear that, what a bit of bad luck. I hope you're not going to need a tattoo.
Thanks folks. To be honest, I feel for the bus driver. One minute they're daundering along, dazzled by the sun, and the next there's some fool woman leaping about and falling on the road in front of the bus. A shredded knee seems a good result.
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You poor thing Limey. I hope there wasnt too much blood. Xx
More blood = more sympathy, so not sorry about ur... yar... you're... that knee.
Hope you get wine and chocolate and cuddles in return. :D
Oh dear now you will have a scar and need/want a tattoo! ;)
Noreally dang :eek: I hope it healS very fast and wow did you go to the ball anyway?
Its 80 degrees out I am brave enough to go to Wal Mart :eek: and these morons get out of their car crack the windows and leave their large pit bull in the car. :eyebrow: I ask the manager when I go in if they can call the police, they say no but we can page them about their car, so they did that and at least the car was gone when I came out.
These people had a 3 year [?] old child! They both should be neutered they are too stupid to take care of a dog properly who knows what they do at home with their kid. :mad:
Agh!What a frustrating end to what was to be a nice outing, Limey ... hope your knee heals soon and the evening is more than compensated for. :)
Goddamn, motherfucking gnats, in m'house.
And m'face.
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Guns! Oh shit! Run! Hide! He likes guns! Damn him to hell! Oh, sweet Lord, help us! Guns! Jim Carrey save us!!!!!!!!!!
Dude, I don't know if you're taking offense to that Family Guy post or not, but...I posted it because you talking about the gnats reminded me of that segment. It had nothing to do with you being a fan of guns...although, it's still funny even if I did think about that. As I mentioned in the DVD thread, I am a strong supporter of the 2nd Amendment.
I think that's because of my response to his comments on Cary in the DVD thread.
I would say though that he's completely misinterpreted what I said.
Dude, I don't know if you're taking offense to that Family Guy post or not, but...I posted it because you talking about the gnats reminded me of that segment. It had nothing to do with you being a fan of guns...although, it's still funny even if I did think about that. As I mentioned in the DVD thread, I am a strong supporter of the 2nd Amendment.
Sorry it appeared that way, Syc. You're good. :thumb:
I think that's because of my response to his comments on Cary in the DVD thread.
I would say though that he's completely misinterpreted what I said.
I wouldn't say completely...
BTW, Dana, that wasn't aimed at you in particular.
I wouldn't say completely...
Those English to English translations can be tricky.
BTW, Dana, that wasn't aimed at you in particular.
You couldn't have said
directed at you, nooo[SIZE="3"]ooo[/SIZE][SIZE="4"]ooo[/SIZE][SIZE="3"]ooo[/SIZE]ooo. :lol2:
I scattered a couple more of those around.
Collect 'em all!
So who managed to slice open the webbing between her ring finger and middle finger wuthin 20 mins of being back at work?
Oh me.
Who has a liver condition which means she bleeds like buggery?
Me again.
Who had a trip to the minor injuries unit and was sent home? It couldn't be stitched because of the location, but the glue means I have to have the two fingers taped together, so can't wear a glove.
Who tried to buy gauze to tape a plastic bag over her hand in the shower tomorrow only to have the whole damned High Street suffer a powercut when I was at the till?
You guessed it.
Day off tomoorow (official) and going to Leeds for Outpatients appointment, then back at work on the tills on Wednesday because I can't get the dressing wet and you cannot work on the counters if you can't wash your hands. I'm just glad I was actually at work and hurt it on work equipment with two witnesses, so it is 100% clear I am not at fault.
Still far rather it hadn't happened at all.
Expect to hear of an ebola outbreak or a sinkhole large enough to swallow a cow or a rain of frogs over Otley at some point soon.
I'm sorry about your finger
I also am sorry about your finger
I'm just glad I was actually at work and hurt it on work equipment with two witnesses, so it is 100% clear I am not at fault.
That makes it not your fault? :eyebrow:
Sorry Sundae, I has a sad.
Nanu nanu. Live long and prosper.
...the whole damned High Street suffer a powercut when I was at the till?
Expect to hear of an ebola outbreak or a sinkhole large enough to swallow a cow or a rain of frogs over Otley at some point soon.
You forgot to mention seven days of darkness over the face of the land. Or was that included in the power cut?
Re the injury, all I can say is 'ouch, double ouch and ouch again'.
It makes me wince just to think of it. Mega sympathies from Wendover.
Could you stop being sick and injured, Sundae? Jesus Fucking Christ! ;)
Well, I think the Russian rebels were trying to stop me from accessing this here site for the past hour...just now came up.
That makes it not your fault? :eyebrow:
What I mean is that I was not behaving in an irreponsible way, not under the influence of any narcotic, legal or otherwise (I've finished the course of drugs which were affecting me), wearing sensible footwear, taking reasonable care etc etc. Harder to prove away from a work setting if you just phone in and say, "Oops, I'm bleeding."
I won't go into details in case there is ever a search which can identify me; suffice to say I was doing something essential which I do every Monday morning.
And it's not knife juggling - I do that on a Friday.
ETA I think I took your post FAR more seriously than you mean it.
I am obviously a Jonah and you're actually all at risk just connecting with me via the internet. Look what I did to El Syc!
Yeah chill, just poking ya.;)
Nobody liked my [post=905252]joke[/post]. :sniff:
No. I have a serious injury which has prevented me from working and you are mocking it.
LOOK. Does that look like something Bones would deal with?
No. He would zap me in the neck and it would all be healed.
Flip me, even Madame Pomfrey could sort it out.
Instead I am suffering.
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Oh the terrible gauze job is partly mine. Damn pad started peeling off in the heatwave within about 30 mins of getting home becase it's between my fingers.
But it's needed to keep the glue in place and protect the wound from infection until the skin seals.
Ouch! Sundae, I'm sorry. That looks really painful.
I know it spoils the fun a bit, but do check the white text.
Otherwise I look like really, really nasty. Instead of just having a nasty hand.
Actually Glatt it's just a dull ache now it's stopped leaking all over the place.
Burns are worse, and you don't get the same sympathy either, generally being considered complicit in having acqired them - at least ones which don't require a hospital stay.
The best thing to do with a burned appendage is keep it submerged in cold water for at least four hours. Change the water to keep it cool, and keep the appendage submerged. I made the mistake of trying to move a fresh-out-of-the-oven tray of roasted bacon with my bare hand once, that's how I know. After 4-6 hours of submergance in cold water my hand felt a load better. No blister. No scar. Nothink.
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I know it spoils the fun a bit, but do check the white text. ...
As a white out junkie myself, I always notice it. ;)
As a white out junkie myself, I always notice it. ;)
Cool potatoes
No blister. No scar. Nothink.
Given my pigeon-training tan and prev jaundice the two burns I documented on here and below (soldering iron and frying pan) are now quite visible again as scar tissue. Visible to me I mean, I haven't frightenened the local populace with them.
Trouble is, neither happened when I had that much time to spare.
I shall plan my burns more carefully in future. Very useful info btw.
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Poor Sundae. Hope bad luck soon drifts off with the wind and soon come to you more fortunate times.
I wish we all talked like that all the time. Unless I'm in a hurry, because then I'd be like, yeah yeah, let's go, Shakespeare
one of the other moms chaperoning the boys water polo bot camp trip. She only came to over-mother her baby boy who is very special (and a senior this year).... :rolleyes: On three occasions now she's dumped her chaperoning duties to wander off and do something for her baby -like get him a special ice pack sling because his shoulder is hurt. That took all morning and then some, leaving her carful of kids rideless and no-one to do her share of the lunch shift. Because whilke they were hunting down this magic item, they found a really cool diner so just stopped for lunch there....... it goes on. She swears she doesn't sleep a wink at night because of migraine, but so far has slept in every morning and avoided breakfast duties, then takes a nap during other duty times because she's so tired because she didn't sleep. IF she doesn't sleep at night, it's because she sleeps ALLFUCKING DAY! useless tub of lard. Oh and for someone who doesn't sleep at night she's doing a darn good impression of someone who does right now. (10:20pm)
Is this unusual? I ask because my only experience is from long ago when I was one of the flock being chaperoned. That was a different time and culture, but out of the chaperones there always seemed to be certain parents that were fuck ups and did little useful, and some, well usually one, who seemed to be everywhere, doing all the heavy lifting, and keeping us organized. they rest kind of drifted along mostly following cues from the one.
I'm sure she peaks your blood pressure since you're shooting for efficiency and organization, for you that has to be a given with your schedule and brood. :haha:
But also because you want to do the best for the kids, I'm betting it would kill you to make a mistake that cost some kid an opportunity or a race.
Is anyone in charge of these expeditions or is this all ad hoc?
there was a chap in charge. Luckily for him, he didn't have to be her roommate. Her stupidity and golden-boy-baby-centeredness surpassed all previous fuck-uppery today, but thankfully it is over and I'm home.
Beer, more beer, flush her away. :beer:
Then tomorrow send her an invoice for her share of the work you had to do.
check and check. Although the invoice may be delivered in stealth fashion ;)
No, no, that's a payback you're thinking of. :lol:
ah..... it's not unusual at small child level, but this is the mom of a 17-year-old. All chaperones need to do is drive and prepare food. buttloads of freetime to nap. How ever is her kid going to survive when he goes to college on his full ride lacrosse scholarship next year :rolleyes: ah well. she is no longer within hearing distance so I'm not pissed off any more.
....but yesterday we sent her and a mother-of-one (freshman) out for subway for the team and chaperones. we said selection for 20-24. an HOUR later they came back with one foot-long for each of the rest of the team -turkey or ham (one is vegetarian), a special order each for their sons and themselves and nothing for the rest of us.......
What, don't colleges have double rooms? :haha:
My sister is pissing me off. She's got a ton of problems. I want to help as much as I can, but I can't help as much as I want. And I definitely can't help as much as she wants. Her mental illness makes communicating with her difficult. Worse, some the communication habits we share are like landmines. She's annoying to talk with. She's a poor listener. She's an inveterate, hardened contradictor. "No, it's not." she'll blithely reply. Even if I've just changed my position by 180 degrees. I don't know why she does this, but it's a conversation killer. It's not really argumentation, it's just a reflex, without real content, like Tourette's. It is fucking exhausting.
I want to listen to her but I have limits that are far lower than her apparent need. And she can't just end the conversation nicely, ok, thanks, nice catching up with you, tell me what happens next week with xyz, love you, bye. Nope. Sometimes there's more arguing on any of the normal sign off signals, sometimes there's a desperate "Oh, wait, just one quick question... (with the emphasis on the ellipsis). Then when I've rebutted all her arguments, and asserted myself to wrap it up, she scolds and moralizes and shames, "Mom and Dad would never have accepted ____!". I often get wound up and wind up cursing, at the top of my lungs before I slam the phone down.
Then (yes, there's more) come the repeated calls. I have voicemails that are staggeringly unintelligible. So incoherent that the voice-to-text bot that puts the messages in my email just gives up. I feel for you my robot brother.
So much for the good news, all the above is worse when she's been drinking. OMG.
I guess I'll resign myself to the idea that I'm helping her as much as I'm able by listening to her as much as I do.
Ok, rant over. Jesus, she's an ordeal.
Sorry, anon. I'm exhausted just reading about it, you're a better person than I am just for listening as much as you do.
What, don't colleges have double rooms? :haha:
waiting for the punchline.
My brand new car is broke. The glow plug light flashes, and the check engine light is on. And I didn't even have time to tell you guyz about getting it.
Sounds like it's a high tech one. At least it shouldn't cost you money being brand new. Not like that Apple computer you waited so long for. :(
I just bought another Apple computer, but this time I bought the extended warrenty.
My husband has moved out of our bedroom. He says the cat wakes him up when I slip out of the room (in darkness) at 0500 to study. I thought about suggesting that the cat sleep elsewhere but decided that if he isn't willing to come up with that, nothing will help.
Reverting to old habits, old patterns... very sorry to hear that. :(
I know it's un-Canadian but might you put your foot down? Or would that be too complicated at a time when you must pick your battles?
Buy the cat some really expensive toys/food/treats.
Buy the husband a pack of chicken hotdogs (they're awful).
"Here's dinner for a week. GTFO."
See, I'd be no good in a marriage.:headshake
Got it in one, Bruce. This particular issue has settled down but yes, old habits and patterns. I write my Board exams next week so am directing all my energy and focus toward that.
@grav - made me laugh!
Husbands can be really dumb sometimes. I know. I have one. :/
mandatory all hands meeting tomorrow with some dude who lives in a van down by the river giving a motivational speech... all because the CEO's precious employee survey revealed that his being a douche to folks leads them to think he's kind of a douche. Funny how that works. hmmm... I may not be going into this with too positive an attitude after all we get a free lunch buffet [strike]so we won't get a break at noon[/strike]. :vomit:
I'm starting to sound like a guy who has been expected to skip lunch twice this week because the agency is too cheap to provide classroom coverage. But its for the children! No, cranky staff are not good with kids. But we're serving our customer the school district! No, actually we're missing a needed common core training to eat cold pasta with the boss and his cronies.
Quit being a pussy Griff, you know you'll be in a better mood later.
Watch that 'pussy' shit, hillbiffy.
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And ... gaslighting going on. After a horrid confrontation over whether or not I am 'permitted' to converse with my father on coming home from work ... a huge acting-out scene by my husband and a night/day of extreme stress, followed by a complete reversal that gives me no confidence at all.
My father has been living with us since last November, with my husband's full approval (at the time). My father has paid all his expenses, including the stair lift that allows him to go between the main and lower levels of our house. However, his presence suddenly became a huge issue a week before my exams. Although my husband has retreated from his position of a few days ago, I no longer believe anything he says with respect to my father being here. And my focus has been destroyed. I can't help it; I'm up at 1:30 am writing this. 'Nuff said.
...whether or not I am 'permitted' to converse with my father on coming home from work...
Sounds to me (and I do not pretend to have the whole story) like you need to show this asshole the door. There is no circumstance where I would permit myself to experience that type of situation.
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My nephew dropped out of 5th grade math, so he can be with his "friends" in 4th grade. Grrrr....I'm so mad. I have to butt heads with my brother all the time just so my nephew can study at a higher level. Actually, he even makes a point to criticize education and prevent the kid from studying more. My nephew is so damn smart, but my brother doesn't want to make him study. My nephew now has become lazy and if something isn't easy, he doesn't care to try to get it. He just wants life to be easy. This kid is going to be sorely disappointed when he grows up. I give up; I'm not going to try anymore. What a waste of intelligence and talent. (He's very musically inclined but he quit piano because he doesn't want to practice although it only takes him a fraction of a time to get it compared to an average kid.) I just told him if he wants to not study and go to stupid, gangster schools and become stupid, go right ahead. I'm not going to scold him to study anymore. I know I'm being mean and going to regret saying those stuffs, but I'm just so mad and frustrated right now. He's not my kid, so I can't force him. I'm going to start practice not caring.
Wow ... no words. What is up with your brother? Why is he acting like that?
He's not my kid
There ya go. Just sayin'.
Yeah, you can't be Tiger Mom to other people's kids, besides, you tried to drown the kid. :p:
besides, you tried to drown the kid.
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Yeah, you can't be Tiger Mom to other people's kids, besides, you tried to drown the kid. :p:
With love, yes. :D I don't have kids of my own. Gotta torture some other people's kids. :D
So, that night, I said to him when I saw him again, "I'm mad at you." He said, "I know." That boy is smarter than some men I know. LOL....Knew why I was mad at him. Anyways, he explained that being in 5th grade math would take him out of science and social studies, but he likes those subjects. He promised to continue working on those supplemental workbooks and learn 5th grade math at home if I teach him. So, I stopped being upset. :D
I think it's great, Lola. You never know what might inspire a kid. There's a kid in my neighborhood who doesn't have a lot of advantages so I always ask him about school and I tell him he should be a scientist because he likes bugs and lizards and stuff so much. :)
It's great that you're giving the kid some self-confidence. My nephew wants to be a helicopter engineer when he grows up. He loves helicopters, so he wants to create new helicopters that aren't in the market yet. He already has in mind what he wants in a helicopter. I have to keep reminding him that he needs an education to have enough basic knowledge to build on to do what he wants whenever he gets lazy.
Wow, helicopters are a tough choice considering it's a miniscule market compared to other aircraft. That results in much fewer possible employers too, which is a consideration if you don't have a few $Billion laying around to go it alone. But once he gets his Aerospace engineering degree he can decide how he wants to go.
Assuming he doesn't fall in lust and decide they can live on love in a van down by the river. :haha:
Sshhhhhh.... dont let him know that. I use this dream of his to persuade him that having an education is good. :-)
And I have a grown nephew who completed his college education quite well, joined the Marines as an officer, and is training to be a helicopter pilot for the Marines. Education is always good. Your nephew can do great things. Keep persuading!
p.s. Math is very important for those kinds of goals.
Best motivation ever:
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Yahoo Mail has been down for hours, and I need to send some damn emails.
Working for me. I haven't had any trouble today, and I've been off and on Ymail since about 11am.
Try
this site, put in the Yahoo mail log in page. Tells ya if the site is down for just you, or for everybody.
I'm using the
free email, btw.
Yeah, it came back up shortly after I wrote that. Apparently all I had to do was complain. Squeaky wheel gets the bandwidth.
Popdigr's tv apparently took a shit last night. He was watching when the sound went out, it didn't come back, so he turned the tv off and went to bed. I got up this morning (afternoon) and the tv won't even turn on, w/the remote, nor the power button.
Now he has to decide whether to have it looked at, or just go get another tv. Could be a power supply issue, but, that wouldn't explain the sound going out, I mean, I guess it could, but, it doesn't gibe.
For about a hundred bucks over what it would cost to have looked at/get fixed, he could probably get as good or better a tv new.
My ex-wife. I know, no shock there. Well lets see ... Imma ramble a bit here, cuz I'm really PISSED.
After my son's accident, she sued me for custody while he was still in a friggin coma. This is because we were told he would never emancipate and if she regained custody, then I would pay her child support for the rest of his life! I fought and won. We settled so she would get Wednesday nights, every other weekend and a week in the summer.
To this day she has routinely not upheld her side of the deal even though I have been EXTREMELY flexible. That makes planning anything very difficult - just sayin'.
For the last 3 years, she has probably seen him once a month, if that. Heck, after stipulating that I couldn't move more than 50 miles away; she decided to divorce her 2nd husband and move to the beach (100+ miles away.) Now its come play at the beach. Every time she has him her Facebook page is littered with the "mother of the year" & I love my kids so much" pictures. Sickening really.
Anyway. So she is taking him this weekend. Daniel LIVES to go to his HS football games every Fri nite. She knows this. Big issue that she has to wait till 9 when the game is over - tough shit, IMO - err rather welcome to parenthood.
This weekend she wanted to take him to the beach for family time with her parents. No problem. Fri night when she shows up, her new BF is driving and they are all gong together. Daniel strongly dislikes the guy. And now the fun begins. Aside from the "mother of the year" posts on FB, she tells me they aren't going to be home when we agreed. She has decided that they are coming back later as she wants to watch the Eagles game with her dad (4:00 start time). This means that Dan won't be home till 10pm at best.
Since his accident, Daniel is EXTREMELY routine oriented and disrupting that makes things difficult for him and those around him. He has been texting me for the last two hours about wanting to come home earlier, but she won't let him. I'm pissed off on a number of fronts, not the least of which is that his bedtime routine takes almost an hour. He won't be asleep till probably 11 and then has to get up at 6:30 for his morning routine. He has to be at work at 8:30. This will throw his routine off for days. This whole week he'll be off. We've done this before and discussed it and assurances were made that "we" wouldn't do it again.
I suggested that Daniel explain/discuss coming home earlier with her. I'm trying to get him to be more independent and discuss what HE wants/needs with others. He says she refused to talk about it, they are staying for dinner and then watching the game with Pap, then going home afterward.
I then get an extremely long, immature expletive laced text directly from her concluding with "deal with it" & her infamous signoff - "Peace & Love"
How is it that someone who is almost 50 still doesn't get that its not about what she WANTS, but what Daniel NEEDS? WTF? Am I totally wrong for being pissed off or is it just me being the "controlling bastard" I'm always accused of being?
It's not you. It's her. Feel free to be pissed off. Peace & Love ;)
... Daniel LIVES to go to his HS football games every Fri nite. She knows this. Big issue that she has to wait till 9 when the game is over - tough shit ...
... She has decided that they are coming back later as she wants to watch the Eagles game with her dad (4:00 start time). This means that Dan won't be home till 10pm at best. ... I then get an extremely long, immature expletive laced text directly from her concluding with "deal with it" ...
Tit for tat.
... How is it that someone who is almost 50 still doesn't get that its not about what she WANTS, but what Daniel NEEDS?
From the outside looking in on this fragment from your perspective, it seems the disparity is between what the two of you consider real needs versus perceived needs.
Is Dan capable of posting on his mother's FB page; or, having his own on which to post his perspective on what impact these decisions have during the days immediately following disruption of his routine?
Perhaps you are unaware that Dan is cognitively disabled.
What tit for tat???
To me, its always about her and whats she wants. She does the same shit with the other two kids. The issue here is that it is BAD for Daniel to be home later than 8:30pm. She knows this. This is her intentionally being a dick.
I'm not sure what you are talking about - please elaborate.
Perhaps you are unaware that Dan is cognitively disabled. ...
... He has been texting me for the last two hours about wanting to come home earlier, but she won't let him. ...
To elaborate, perhaps you can use what he can do (i.e. express his feelings in a recorded venue) in a venue your ex values, - FB. It doesn't have to be an analysis by Dan, it could just be examples of his feelings after disruption of his routine. They don't have to be posted by Dan himself; but, there has to be something by Dan (e.g. saved text messages) to back them up. Perhaps your ex won't find her reputation on FB as easy to blow off as she does you. Achilles' heel?:
... Every time she has him her Facebook page is littered with the "mother of the year" & I love my kids so much" pictures. Sickening really. ...
Classic: you're the one who cares for Dan on a day to day basis. You understand his needs. You are not being unreasonable expecting her to put his needs before her own. She is being unreasonable.
Strictly speaking--and I'm not necessarily advocating this, I'm just saying--if the custody order has her returning him at a certain time, and she doesn't, you can call the cops on her and they will absolutely show up. Most likely just give her a talking-to, not charge her with kidnapping or anything, but it might get through to her. And if you have documentation of repeated offenses involving police officers, you could potentially file for sole custody with no visitation in the future, assuming you feel she's that detrimental to him.
Of course it will obviously lead to retaliation, and thus no more Friday football games for Dan, at a minimum. You'd have to ask him how he feels about that, getting his routine vs. a football game once a month.
-if the custody order has her returning him at a certain time
No time specified, unfortunately. We just, as adults, agreed after the last time she did this and Dan was "off" for days. Its a power trip for her. She's showing off in front of her new BF and her parents. This is all about her - EVERYTHING always is. Just like the drugs, drinking and infidelity. Whatever she wants, whatever makes her feel good in the moment is what she justifies in her twisted mind.
you could potentially file for sole custody
This has been discussed. It will create a shitstorm. I have always operated for all my kids from the position that she is, and always will be their mother. I am beginning to not care anymore. She's an asshat.
Great ... I just got a text from Dan ... They haven't even left yet... its 2+ hour ride here. Whats the female version of a DICK, cuz that's what she is being right now.
Typically he is starting he routine in 10 minutes.
Friday football games
Oh no no no, those are part of his routine. He lives for that. He can adjust on the Sat. There is no work for him on the weekends. Thats just where she picked him up.
I think Jim knows the word you need. ;)
This sucks, I'm so sorry. Here's my 2c.... does Dan look forward to seeing her? Does he want to go? Does he come home happy or stressed? I know it's hard to make decisions about his welfare that you wish he were able to make for himself, but it doesn't sound to me like this is doing him one ounce of good. I'm kind of wondering if you should "suggest" that equity requires her to keep him withi 50 miles of your home and see how that goes down. Sure the beach is fun, but isn't this about them seeing each other rather than external entertainment?
I'm waffling, but when I was younger and the thing that scarred me most (I think) were the power games they played. And yes, it was mostly my mom too, especially when I went to live with my dad. :(
Yeh, I'm sure he does.
does Dan look forward to seeing her?
Depends. Sometimes he misses who she was. He likes her for short periods of time - Like when they go have dinner & hang out for a couple hours. Or when they go to the beach, he likes to see his grandparents.
Does he want to go?
Sometimes. He likes to go when his sister, brother or other family is there. Frankly, he wants to see the other people more than his mom. I'd even go so far as to say she is a means to that end.
Does he come home happy or stressed?
Usually he is happy to be home. This is his safe place. I guess relieved is a good descriptor. They aren't around him a lot. They think they can do all this fun stuff all day. He doesn't have the stamina for that. He gets exhausted easily.
it's hard to make decisions about his welfare that you wish he were able to make for himself
In addition to wanting him to make them, I would like his friggin mother to have some intelligent input. Heck just an idea or a thought on a therapy or a vitamin, supplement or activity. Set up something for him to socialize with other people his age. Call/do SOMETHING ... ANYTHING. Show some forethought or concern for the future. A plan, an idea, a solution .. With her its always about her and what she wants. It's a lot to be the only one deciding EVERYTHING all the time. Its different than with a regular kid. Its a lot. My GF is good to share and all, but she is not his mom. They have a great relationship but she's not his mother.
requires her to keep him within 50 miles of your home
Yeh, thats a thought. She has no place nor money to see him and I'd be the controlling bastard keeping his maternal grandparents from seeing him etc etc etc. Everything gets twisted with these people.
yebbut at least there's a precedent.... Do you really care what they think? And more importantly, how much will the spin they put on it register with and affect Dan?
... Great ... I just got a text from Dan ... They haven't even left yet... its 2+ hour ride here. ... Typically he is starting he routine in 10 minutes. ...
Damn. When you see her ask her why she couldn't have done this NEXT Sunday when Daylight Savings Time ends and clocks get set back an hour which would minimize the impact. Shortsighted dingbat.
Shortsighted dingbat.
And we have a winner!
Dan finished his routine and went to bed about 15 mins ago.
He hated the weekend. Too long, Mom was more interested in seeing BF than being with him and on and on. I've got some serious decisions to make.
So sorry things turned out shitty for Dan, and the rest of you by association. What a shame his mother is not more sensible. :(
She sounds like a fucking nightmare to deal with. *hugs* sorry you're having to deal with this shit on top of everything else.
Maybe after a cooling off period you could revisit the agreement you have and get 8:30 and any other issues on paper.
Thats part of my plan. Shes not capable of dealing with him for an extended period of time. Heck, she can't keep herself straight for one either.
I'm having thoughts of:
1- Going for full custody.
2- Getting full guardianship. (control over financial, legal & medical decisions.
The money is an issue - It will cost thousands, take a heavy emotional toll & wreak havoc amongst the rest of us.
Playing the ostrich just isn't working for him, nor me anymore. I had to help him to bed last night. I haven't done that in over 3 years.
On top of that his attitude & demeanor have sucked all day today as expected.
He was even shitty to my mom who gave him a ride to work and tried to surprise him for lunch.
Good luck getting it done bro.
I‘ve never been much of a fan of the Direct Debit system of paying recurring bills as it seems, despite guarantees, to be open season on one’s bank account. Consequently I always paid my ISP monthly bill by credit card.
The company was taken over a few years ago and a £1.99/month surcharge immediately imposed on anyone paying by card, so my bill increased from £15.31 to £17.30 per month.
At the time I did consider going over to Direct Debit but the ISP was an outfit notorious for bungling customer billing and were never out of the complaint columns in the financial pages of the national press.
Fast forward to last month. In an effort to get some sort of return on my money, I opened a Current (checking) Account that paid interest.
Among the conditions were a minimum of two Direct Debits and a fee of £2.00 per month. It sounded a reasonable deal so I took the bull by the horns and converted my ISP bill to a DD.
£2.00 fee minus £1.99 surcharge = net cost of £0.01 per month.
This morning an Email arrived from the ISP saying that my bill would be increased by £5.00 from December. As near as damn it by 33%!
And the moral of the story? You can’t win. You’re bloody fortunate if you break even.
So the ISP will be 22.30 GPB or about 36 USD. That's just internet? Wireless, wire(cable), or over phone lines? Is it fast or a lot of latency?
The ISP bill will be £20.31 ie £15.31 + £5.00 increase, the credit card surcharge no longer applying as I've gone over to Direct Debit..
It's just for internet access although, to be fair, I could get a better deal if we placed all the telecoms business with them.
I keep getting Emails offering all sorts of inducements to change to a bundle of services but I'm happy with things as they are.
As Dad has the phone line on contract from another outfit, it would probably be more trouble than it's worth to change.
I've just done a speed check and it comes in at 16.51mb/s over the phone line. I have to say that it's pretty reliable and outages are rare although it does slow down at peak times.
A fibre optic line passes the gate so I could take advantage of that but I suspect that it would be a bit pricey although blisteringly fast..
Sounds like they are at least wearing a condom, rather than the roughing up they do here. ;)
God damn, I fucking hate glitter.
Also, lost another Uncledigr. Took cancer to kill this one. He was a Marine the day he was born, and he was still a Marine the day he died.
Fuck cancer.
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Ha ha ha, On my Christmas card this year I threatened anyone sending me a card with glitter, that I would hate them with body and soul, for at least 22 months. :haha:
Damnit Digr, don't slip in dead/dying friends or relatives while I'm posting. Sorry.
Well, it pissed me off.
Also, I'm sneaky like that.
Sorry to hear that, grav.
I was writing a post with chuckles about glitter in it too ... then saw your second post. Stop being sneaky already!
Ditto on the glitshitter.
Sorry to hear bout your Uncle.
Yes. Bruce. I have the same policy. I got your Christmas card the other day. Thanks! You can count on me to never send you glitter. If you want glitter, get it off a stripper.
I imagine that warning would go double for this Glitter.
That sucks. Sorry Bruce. I hope it clears up soon.
Lyme related? What causes it?
My uncle suffered from that. I hope it's manageable. :(
Is it bad?
Annoying but more embarrassing than debilitating, so far.
Doing a 10 day regimen of steroids and see what happens.
Lyme related? What causes it?
They don't know, but I hadn't seen Lyme mentioned as a possibility. The best thinking is something is fucking with the nerve bundle on one side of the face or the other. This bundle controls a lot of shit including facial muscles, eye blinking and taste. Usually it goes away as the body takes care of the injury or infection causing pressure on the bundle. Sometimes it doesn't.
@Clod, was it a recurring thing with your uncle, or continuing?
It was pretty bad for awhile, then it went away for several years. I don't know what they did to fix it, if anything. Recently it seems to be coming back a little, but that's alongside some other pretty severe health problems, including multiple heart attacks and feet that have been numb for over two years, so I feel confident that it's not being addressed in any way now.
Sorry Bruce. I think three folks on my Dad's side of the family had Bell's. It was never a permanent condition, but I don't know about treatment.
Our neighbor had it for a couple of months. It got better, but he had to wear an eye patch for a while because his eye wouldn't close.
I hope yours doesn't get that bad.
I can't close my left eye by itself, but I can close both, as well as the right by itself.
So I've got that going for me, which is nice. :haha:
Well you just have to remember not to try and wink with your left eye. ;)
Yeah, I've lost 50% of my ability to recover from a social faux pas. ;)
The-Female-Formerly-Known-As-Baby went through a bout of this several years ago, IIRC, it lasted about a month.
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That's almost a Bell's Palsy emoticon. Just needs a slight tweak:
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Yeah, I'd noticed that. So is :neutral:
A (dropped) AAA goalie joining the school hockey team mid season, taking my boy's number and forcing him to share a number and a spot so he won't even dress for half the games.
and I imagine is unlikely to play the 4 games required to letter.
Yeah I posted this in the hockey mom thread. yeah, i'm REALLY REALY FUCKING PISSED
I don't blame you, how's thor taking it?
hector is pissed. thor doesn't know 'cause it's not him and he was in bed when we got home ;)
hec heard the rumors and was already upset, and we were all "well they can't do that (add another goalie) , there are rules about tryouts and not attending them....." :rolleyes: but we had no inkling that it would be this bad. how in the fuck can you take a player's number? It's printed in the fricking color glossy program that is the same every game ffs and they have to share a spot? FUCK THE HELL OUT OF HERE. I hope he gets a hernia in both nuts and has to have them amputated.
Sorry, your tribe is so busy I got confused about which be doing which.
So Hector has learned a valuable life lesson, the rules don't apply to coaches, cops and politicians. :(
I have a cake to put out tomorrow, and I'm in the middle of trying to bake it now and I've managed to totally fuck it up. First it's overflowed, and then I took one tier out and it's not cooked. I hope the other two still in there are going to turn out a bit better. :/ Sometimes I really feel like I just can't be fucked with anything cause everything I touch lately is turning to shit.
ok, so one out of three cakes is ok so far. We will see about the next one. I will rebake the first one in the morning.
This morning, although the boiler ignited, the radiators showed a marked reluctance to start radiating. Aged dad decided to call the plumber (ON A SUNDAY?) to see what could be done.
Now, dad is deaf and having managed to establish something resembling two-way communication, he handed the phone to me. Said plumber asked me to have a look at the pump which is in the loft, so I did.
I'm fairly agile, but I'm quite tall so have to crouch down as I make my way along the roof space. Given that it was a Sunday morning, I wanted to be as quick as possible so that the plumber suffered the least inconvenience.
Unfortunately, despite adopting a gait reminiscent of Charles Laughton in the Hunchback of Notre Dame, I managed to walk straight into a beam with such force that it knocked me over.
I've got a cut across my forehead but, as far as can be determined, haven't suffered any other damage.
End result, a bump on the head and no heating. One is doubly pissed off. :eyebrow:
PS Plumber calling in tomorrow AM.
Now I know I'm truly Americanized. You're paying the damn plumber aren't you? Sorry about your forehead. I presume you didn't want to inconvenience the medical profession by getting it checked out, so I hope you iced it and cleaned it out thoroughly -don't want to get any fibres from the insulation in there :(
Now I know I'm truly Americanized. You're paying the damn plumber aren't you? Sorry about your forehead. I presume you didn't want to inconvenience the medical profession by getting it checked out, so I hope you iced it and cleaned it out thoroughly -don't want to get any fibres from the insulation in there :(
True, the plumber will be well paid, but I'm still conscious (in every way :)) that it's a Sunday so didn't want to disturb him any more than necessary.
No doubt he would have come out immediately for a burst pipe or similar, but that would have resulted in a huge bill.
There are firms that will turn out at any hour of the day or night but they are hideously expensive.
Our chap has two or three bods working for him and he's worth keeping on side, so to speak.
Yes, the bump on the bonce seems OK, but I didn't want to go to A&E if it could be avoided.
I was compos mentis enough to work out that I didn't have double vision so was probably not concussed.
I made sure that I didn't go to sleep after lunch as I'm not sure if dad would have noticed if I had become unconscious in the medical sense.
Anyway, as far as I can divine, I'm still reasonably coherent, jibber... jabber... wibble...
Concussion often doesn't truly show until the next day. Be concerned if you have trouble sleeping or any headache other than pain from the bruise. And if you have any difficulty concentrating (unless you're reading a gravdigr late-night post ;) )
Concussion often doesn't truly show until the next day. Be concerned if you have trouble sleeping or any headache other than pain from the bruise. And if you have any difficulty concentrating (unless you're reading a gravdigr late-night post ;) )
Thanks for the info, Monster.
All will be borne in mind over the next day or two, but things seem OK at the moment.
I hope...:eek:
well now that we have that. Think I'll go to bed.
(unless you're reading a gravdigr late-night post ;) )
Hey!
Carruthers' plumbing troubles reminds me:
A doctor was getting ready for his day, when he realized the plumbing wasn't working. He called for a plumber, and after a while the fellow shows up, works for about twenty minutes, and presents the doctor with a bill for $400.
The doctor, upon seeing the bill, explodes "Holy shit, I'm a doctor, even I don't make that kind of money!".
The plumber replied "When I was a doctor, I didn't make that kind of money, either.".
Now I know I'm truly Americanized. You're paying the damn plumber aren't you? Sorry about your forehead. I presume you didn't want to inconvenience the medical profession by getting it checked out, so I hope you iced it and cleaned it out thoroughly -don't want to get any fibres from the insulation in there :(
Please to explain this for the hard of understanding:)
I think she's implying that the British feel bad for inconveniencing professionals, whereas Americans feel no such guilt--we're paying them, they can damn well show up on a weekend when we need them and be grateful for our money.
Ahhh! ok that makes sense. I was thinking....do Americans not pay for plumbers?
:P
The Affordable Plumbing Act was shot down.
I swear to God, if the fast food chains start paying those stupid little fucktards $15/hour you will read/watch/hear about the shit that goes down in Gravdigrville.
If your curse on the world works at a fast food joint, when that ignorant stupid little waste of sperm gets off work you better hug that piece of shit tight, tell them how much you love them and that your ever so thankful they don't work in Kentucky.
Or, teach your goddamn sprog some manners, some respect, and how to count beyond three (3).
A less than positive experience at your local branch of McKentuckyfriedarbyburger?
Yet another less than positive experience at your local branch of McKentuckyfriedarbyburger?
Fixed it.
you could stop going to such places? Or at least stop asking for a BJ at the drive-thru...
Two days on and we still don't know what happened.
Come on, Grav. Spill the beans...
...or the burgers.
He can't... it, it's was just to painful to think about. :haha:
When my order was a burger and a drink shy, I came inside to get it straightened out. When I explained what was wrong (fairly calmly, I might add, although you won't believe it) the little bassturd snatched,
snatched, the bag, I assume to correct my order, off the counter, and
rolled his eyes at me.
We all have triggers. Now the young fellow working the counter knew one of mine. I hate that shit.
I tell ya what, ya smarmy little fuck, just give me my money back. You roll your eyes at me again, I'm gonna knock you cross-eyed.
What are ya gonna do? As much as I might like to, ya can't just hand out ass-whoopings willy-nilly. Plus, you run the risk of getting handed one yourself. Ya can't set the place on fire, there's laws and shit. So, the next ten times I want one of that kind of burger...
...I'm going somewhere else. That's my only revenge, take my money elsewhere. It doesn't bother the store, doesn't bother the company, therefore accomplishes nothing. Absolutely nothing. But
I feel better knowing they're not getting my money.
What I'd
actually like to do is kick the boy's mom & dad in the face with a golf shoe. "Raise yer fucking kids." POW!, right in the kisser. POW!, right in the kisser. POW!, right in the kisser. POW!, right in the kisser. POW!, right in the kisser. POW!, right in the kisser. POW!, right in the kisser.[/FamilyGuy]
he was right. it was really pissing him off that time. and this time....
Images of Farva...
How'd you like me to punchy size your face, for free?!
When my order was a burger and a drink shy, I came inside to get it straightened out. When I explained what was wrong (fairly calmly, I might add, although you won't believe it) the little bassturd snatched, snatched, the bag, I assume to correct my order, off the counter, and rolled his eyes at me.
We all have triggers. Now the young fellow working the counter knew one of mine. I hate that shit.
What are ya gonna do? As much as I might like to, ya can't just hand out ass-whoopings willy-nilly. Plus, you run the risk of getting handed one yourself. Ya can't set the place on fire, there's laws and shit. So, the next ten times I want one of that kind of burger...
...I'm going somewhere else. That's my only revenge, take my money elsewhere. It doesn't bother the store, doesn't bother the company, therefore accomplishes nothing. Absolutely nothing. But I feel better knowing they're not getting my money.
What I'd actually like to do is kick the boy's mom & dad in the face with a golf shoe. "Raise yer fucking kids." POW!, right in the kisser. POW!, right in the kisser. POW!, right in the kisser. POW!, right in the kisser. POW!, right in the kisser. POW!, right in the kisser. POW!, right in the kisser.[/FamilyGuy]
Banish from your mind thoughts of using razor sharp wit, withering sarcasm or extreme violence. Just threaten to sue 'em.
That'll have McKentuckyfriedarbyburger quaking in its corporate boots.
You know it makes sense.
But not nearly as satisfying as putting the fear of god in them.
I depends on what message you want to send and to whom.
Gravdigr, I think your course of action is exactly right. It's the corporation that screwed up, and taking your trade that would otherwise have gone to that business to the competitors is sending a message in the only language they comprehend. Now, depending on how loudly you want to say it, that's just a matter of degree. If you were interested in trying to improve the situation, you could speak to the management. That stuff does make a difference (to businesses that have a MOD that is trying, they do have to give a shit to make a difference). Businesses like that run on very slim margins. You *do* have an impact.
And speaking of impacts, you're right again about the tree from which this bad apple's fallen. But all of that is just for your own cathartic benefit as all the "raising" (such as it was) was completed years earlier. But while you're at it, give 'em a couple kicks for me, willya?
But not nearly as satisfying as putting the fear of god in them.
So now Gravdgr has been promoted from merely god-like to god? When was that vote held? :p:
So now Gravdgr has been promoted from merely god-like to god? When was that vote held? :p:
It was an appointment.
Hey, I know mistakes happen. You fill a thousand orders, some of them will be wrong, in some way. It just happens. This kid I dealt with most recently will undoubtedly become one of those people you dread talking to on a tech/help line. He actually tried to make me feel the mistake was my fault somehow. Would I have really 'knocked him cross-eyed'? Prolly not, but, maybe, if other parameters for such a response were met. Would I have gone to jail? Almost certainly.
But, I would have gone to jail over a hamburger and a cold drink. Not acceptable.
The thing that pisses me off is that this doesn't happen at just one place. It happens at McD's. And Hardee's. And Wendy's. And Sonic. And Dairy Queen. And Burger King. And it's far from infrequent. But that shit does not happen at either of the two bar/restaurants I go to. Go figure.
Also, in regard to what BigV was saying: It's not the corporation's fault. It's the fault of those young "people" (ugh, I hate associating myself with them) who haven't had the proper motivation to treat people (and the opportunity for work) with respect. They just don't give a shit because they've never had to.
I am insignificant to the corporation. I am insignificant to the local location. I am $7 that they can get by perfectly well without.
What are ya gonna do? Suffer, that's what ya gonna do.
He actually tried to make me feel the mistake was my fault somehow.
Tis the way of the World, unfortunately. It is always someone else's fault.
I think that the last time there was an outbreak of honesty and integrity was after the unfortunate business of George Washington and the cherry tree.
I exaggerate, but not by much.
All these problems will go away when we increase their pay to $11 hr.
(Runs & hides)
All these problems will go away when we increase their pay to $11 hr.
(Runs & hides)
Don't hide.
WA and OR are slated to increase the minimum wage tomorrow!
In WA, it will rise to $9.38/hr. As for the $11/hr -- problems go away scenario... Well, the problems will not go away, but the boss, the person for whom the percentage of expenses are spent on labor will have much more incentive to keep the best and discard the rest when his costs increase like that. And in Seattle, it's slated to rise even higher, as most of you know, to $15.00/hr. What boss will tolerate some kid (whose home training was admittedly ... lax, to be kind) to drive away good customers like Gravdigr? Only the stupid ones with more money than brains and those ones will be going out of business anyhow.
It is already a buyer's market for labor like that, and the incentive to hire the best possible team members/candidates/workers/whatever will be stronger than ever. It *will* cost more to run a business. Some things will increase in price, that stuff happens anyhow, across all sectors. But I think service should improve when it costs more to provide that service.
All these problems will go away when we increase their pay to $11 hr.
(Runs & hides)
Probably not. Money is a closed system, an increase in pay to them has to come from someone else's pocket. If you increase the cost of the burger to cover it then the cost of living goes up and $11/hr is no longer adequate.
good customers like Gravdigr?
Sarcasm noted.
:)
Men. Men are pissing me off right now. The ones I live with, the ones I interact with professionally, the ones who have no business sending me texts wondering if I want to have sex with them (yes, that guy) ... even my grown sons are irritating me beyond belief. Yet I love men, mostly. But right now, they are PISSING ME OFF.
I really do love men. Just need to encounter some (soon) who can restore my faith and goodwill.
Think about it, all these men, from colleagues you barely know to blood kin, a group who are so diverse they probably couldn't agree on any point, and they are ALL rubbing you the wrong way?
Are you sure you don't really want a woman with a deep voice and whiskers, who is more likely to this as you do? :haha:
I withdrew $200 from a MAC machine on Friday.... but the money never came out. It made lots of loading and sorting noises, printed the receipt twice.... and then went into 'temporarily out of service' mode.
No identifying numbers or phone # to call for problems... Fortunately, it's a PNC machine at my nearby Wawa. I called my bank to dispute it this morning. They will investigate.... but it may take 10 days for me to get my money back.
pain in the ass
Ten DAYS! For money they took away and never gave you! Could be a nightmare situation for a lot of people.
ATM errors take a monumental amount of time to resolve on this side of the Atlantic as well. The financial pages of the weekend press often relate the slow and confusing path to resolution.
On the other hand, I used a local ATM a while back and had to wait for the chap in front of me to complete his transaction. He retrieved his card, the cash appeared and he took the advice slip.
What he didn't do was take the money. I had to call him back. I'm not the quickest of thinkers, but I worked out that it was probably best to call him back rather than take the money to him.*
I didn't know how much was there and didn't want to leave myself open to accusations of theft. He could have withdrawn £50 but only £40 might have been dispensed.
I often wonder what would have happened if there had been no-one behind him.
* No good deed goes unpunished
A minute or so and then the machine would draw it back in. I've had that happen to me. Then you have to go to the bank and tell them what has happened - I don't think the machine credits it back to your account unless you do that.
If you ever need cash, and can't find one of your ATMs (y'know, one that doesn't charge you an extra fee), go to a Minit Mart (a genuine Minit Mart brand Minit Mart). All Minit Marts have fee-free ATMs.
I think.
I'm told the WAWA stores around here have free ATMs.
I've been incredibly lucky with ATMs and use them almost weekly. The new ones are a little unnerving as you feed in a check to deposit without typing in the amount. The machine reads the check, even checks that look like they were written by a doctor and folded up in my wallet for a week. Then it tells you what it read and asks for confirmation. If you disagree it pouts, spits the check out, and dismisses you like a 3rd grade teacher. :eyebrow:
The Wawas DO have free ATM. Unless you're with TD bank. because TD bank charges you if you use a non TD bank machine. Fuckery.
These fees are worse than Pawn shops, I tells ya!
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Yep, that's pretty much how it works.
The VA. Pull tab to open.. tear here, easy open. resealable.
the bank is not your friend, unless you're a shareholder. get thee to a credit union.
Here's the black female Grav in a McDonalds near me..... (NSFW)
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Video: Woman's curse-laden tirade at Ypsilanti McDonald's goes viral
This from the comments at the foot of the article:
Maybe she wanted it her way, and thought she was at Burger King. Everyone has a tipping point
:)
But she's just a bitch, the cops would tell her to calm down and escort her out to the parking lot. If she refused or directed her tirade at them, cuff her and sit in the back of the cruiser for awhile. A disorderly conduct citation and if she was still not contrite, maybe spend the night in jail.
If Grav did that he'd be a criminal, a terrorist. They'd at least pepper spray or Taser him before a night in jail. And if he looked cross-eyed at them, they'd get some time and a half doing the paperwork for shooting him.
He's wise to the ways of his world, and smart to walk away. Besides, he can come back when they're not looking, piss on the front steps, and run.*
*Not in this weather.
I saw that vid earlier this past week and knew, just knew it would bite me in the ass. She prolly went to jail for disturbing the peace, at the least.
In all actuality, I was rather quiet in my order rage. I doubt anyone more than four feet away knew anything about my 'tirade'.
Don't get thrown in jail for a hamburger, I always say.
Also: I don't think we have an Ypsilanti here in KY. That might be the Ypsilanti in, uh, where was that, now...Oh, yeah it's in MICHIGAN!
It didn't bite you in the ass. :headshake Your story rings a bell with everyone, we've all been there, and hopefully acted as wisely as you did.
It cost me $430 for a new glass door on the pizza shop. :blush:
I dried one of my brand new SmartWool socks.
Huh. My wife throws her Smartwool sock in the drier all the time and they are fine. Were yours the really thick hiking kind or the daily wear thinner kind?
They were the thick kind. You can dry them but they lose a lot of their soft fluffiness and shrink a bit. So now I have one super soft and fluffy one and one that is not so super soft and fluffy and about an inch shorter..
I don't know why for sure, but I just lol'd at the image of this big old fluffy sock next to a sad little went-through-the-dryer sock.
You're sick. It's not funny at all.
Every time you laugh at a shrunken sock Jesus kicks a puppy.
I'm sorry. I really should think of the socks. I shouldn't be such a sock extremist.
You're not the extremist, talk to the sick son of a bitch who wantonly threw that sock in the dryer.
Hey, yeah, you're right. I'm just reporting as I see it. I'm like the sock media. But sure, now I'm going to get blamed because a whole bunch of copycats are going to start throwing one of a pair of smartwool socks into the dryer. Like I created some sort of frenzy. Like I create the terror. hmmmph
now he's footfootfo on one leg
They were the thick kind. You can dry them but they lose a lot of their soft fluffiness and shrink a bit. So now I have one super soft and fluffy one and one that is not so super soft and fluffy and about an inch shorter..
balls.
for fuck's sake, run the *other* one through the dryer too, and make them match. until then, I see you walking in circles.
for fuck's sake, run the *other* one through the dryer too, and make them match. until then, I see you walking in circles.
Haggis!
Sent by thought transference
Silly foot3, just hit the undo button on your dryer.
or take up [strike]felching[/strike] felting. You never know, that could be your true vocation...
Make a snowman.
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It didn't bite you in the ass. :headshake Your story rings a bell with everyone, we've all been there, and hopefully acted as wisely as you did.
Sarcasm noted, but, when you spread the buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllshiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit that thick it runs out the side of the sandwich.
Oh, I'll still eat it. It's what I was born to. Eating shit.
Nonsense, no bullshit. You made your point and didn't get into a fight or arrested. That is a win every time, everywhere. :p:
:mad:The heat at my farm house went off when it was -2. I had checked the house the morning before, but it must have been cooling down then - just not enough to notice. Friday morning, 5 cracked radiators (the old cast iron ones built into the wall). Just had the $$@@!!??? furnace cleaned too. Going to just get heat going where we can next week, then wait until warmer weather to continue.:mad:
Huge bummer, nowhereman. :(
What caused the boiler to fail, interrupted fuel, failed pump, electrical fault? Even at -2 ( I assume F, or -19 C) to break the radiators that fast is crazy, even in an un-insulated farm house. Like you said, it must have been cooling when you checked it. How did you discover the five were broken, frozen up with no heat means no water running crossed the room to tip you off. Hopefully you can prevent more damage by containing the water as it thaws.
Sorry nowhere man. That's harsh.
Don't know why it failed to start. Called the HVAC guy right away (the one who cleaned the furnace). We drained the system and I have a couple of heaters going. I could see his gears turning trying to figure out why it stopped. Simple matter of hitting the reset, but I didn't realize it was out. The radiators are set into the wall, and the back side is just the outside wall of the house, no insulation there. I'm supremely pissed, but it's done and I have to deal with it. They didn't leak much - we drained the system before they had a chance to thaw. Oh, and today I'm having a chimney liner installed at our main house. (Can I do a Kickstarter for life expenses...):D
It's easy to understand why you're supremely, I think I'd add violently, viciously, Lannister pissed, myself. Good luck with your repairs. :thumb:
Better than it could have been. Only 3 radiators are bad, trying to source replacements, these are the cast iron ones that set into the wall.Heat is back on, fingers crossed. The one good thing is that when they froze, they didn't leak water on the hardwood floors.
Sigh... just one more thing ...
Sorry you have to deal with this. I know they froze, but how did the radiators fail? Every one I've seen has threaded rod holding multiple cast iron segments tightly together. I'd imagine that when the water in one freezes and the ice expands, the damage might just be confined to one or two segments, and then the pressure would be relieved in the rest. But that's just a guess. Can they be repaired by just removing broken segments and making them a little shorter?
I would be afraid that by disassembling and reassembling these old radiators, it might cause even more problems. Still not sure why the furnace stopped.
The back side is just the uninsulated outside wall of the house, so the cold just came right through.
You're right, disassembling then trying to reassemble the corroded old sections, especially if they are threaded nipples, but even with the threaded rod and push nipples, is daunting. :bonk:
[COLOR="Yellow"][/COLOR]After that discussion, what was pissing me off doesn't seem as dire. That's a good thing.
[COLOR="LemonChiffon"]Figuring out how to live with a crazy man is alternately pissing me off and exhausting me. But hey, that's marriage. To those of you who eschew it, power to ye.[/COLOR]
violently, viciously, Lannister pissed
:biglaugha
Yeah that was an awesome description of pissedoffedness.
My left knee went out again last night. And I spent a good while on the fucking floor. Later I crawled to my bed and finally got up. Then sometime later went to take a leak and the sob went out again. Nothing like laying in the damn floor and pissing on yourself
especially if you're not into that kind of thing. That sucks man. Do you have one of those life alert things? maybe you oughta?
Or a brace, or a cane?
that sounds awful buster.
So sorry, Buster.
I fell badly twice in my last drinking period. I was anaesthetised by the alcohol and I suppose I'd chosen to incapacitate myself... Also, no pee involved.
But I remember the sheer helplessness, the indignity of lying there. The inability to move in a way that wouldn't cause more hurt or damage.
I managed to right myself fairly quickly the one time, as I'd fallen in a fairly clear area. The second time I fell on a pile of cans and other rubbish and ended up passing out. That was pretty much at The End.
I respect your strength.
I'm with Biggie, maybe a knee brace would help?
I'm with Biggie, maybe a knee brace would help?
I've got 2 of the damn things. but they keep slipping down or pull the hide off. One is a high dollar thing like what pro ball players use.
Bummer. Can you get any help fitting it properly?
It IS a nice area, it's pretty safe. It's round the corner from me. but some assholes prey on the weak and this douchebag copied a couple of juvenile deliquents and attacked an old man. FFS.
I saw one Dwellar's post that said Comcast was the 2nd worst internet provider.
I disagree. Obviously, it's the worst...
Weeks ago, I got a letter from CC saying they were sending me a new internet modem - FREE !
I waited, and waited, and waited... and finally I called CC.
Again they said the modem would shipped soon.
I waited, and waited, and it finally arrived.
But since the modem I bought from CC a few years ago (to avoid monthly charges) was still working,
I didn't even open the box. I waited to see if there would be new charge on my monthly bill.
Yes, today, there it is !!! $10.00 per month...
and there's a note on my CC billing saying the new modem has not yet been activated.
I tried calling CC, and the first recording said my OLD modem was not giving me the pleasure I deserved,
and I should press #1 to get a new (better) modem delivered to my house.
I did not press #1.
I waited, and waited, and eventually a recording repeatedly asked what I wanted.
After enough incorrect "automated-voice-interpretations", I got thru to CC's wait-for-a-human-being line,
and there a recording told me there could be a 17-minute wait due to CC's unusual number of calls.
The next recording told me I had some "inactive equipment", and I could go on-line to find
the nearest CC service center where I could pick up a new modem.
I decided, instead, to tell the recording where to go, and hung up.
Anyone want a new, in-the-box, "free", CC modem ?
Leave your message on my "voice-activated answering machine".
they did that to us too. or something like that. hate them
I hate them hard too. I fired them many years ago. Fuck cancer? Fuck Comcast.
You know what's pissing me off today? I'd love to tell you. 8 dudes attacked a large fucking airbase in Iraq today. 8 dudes. The US didn't even respond in time with drones and a couple of choppers. My right wing friends, all of em, are all fucking up in arms posting stupid shit about how 300 marines are surrounded by ISIS, pray and lets start the big war machine up and go whoop some ass. Stupidest shit I've seen this week at least. God damn that pisses me off.
War marketing and we're going to buy in.
Wow - so many media reports and none of them mention that the number of ISIS fighters was: 8. So much hype and drama about American troops being in danger, even though they were across the very large base, a few km away. 8 dudes, seriously?
War marketing and we're going to buy in.
And not let truth get in the damn way, either. :tinfoil:
Goddammit. I am without a doubt the stupidest fucking idiot I know. Not one functioning brain cell. Just, a goddamn moron. I left my Kodak camera in the jeep for a day or two, and remembered it last night. When I brought it in, it immediately began sweating, literally, water ran down my hand before I got the length of the house. So, I, in my infinite fucking wisdom, opened the little door where the card and battery go. I pulled out the card and battery, and left the little door open so that any condensation inside would get air and dry right the fuck out. Which it did. Then, when I was putting things back together today, I powered up the camera, and was greeted with "The camera has lost the date/time and needs to be reset.", and then showed me the options: Reset Time/Date, and Cancel.
[SIZE="7"][COLOR="Red"]GODDAMN IT.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
You see, friends and neighbors, some time ago all the buttons on the back of my stoic little Kodak decided to cease to function. All I can see, all I'll ever see, is that message: "The camera has lost the date/time and needs to be reset." Nothing can be done. There is nothing to be done. "The camera has lost the date/time and needs to be reset."
I coddled this camera for two years, making sure it never, ever ran the battery down. I would be doing something, and all of a sudden "Ooh, I better charge the Kodak!", because I knew it was over if the battery ever went dead.
That little camera would take pics that put the big, bulky Fujifuckingpieceofgoddamnshit I bought to shame. The Fujifuckingpieceofgoddamnshit has never taken a pic that even compares with those Kodak pics. EVER.
And I took the battery out. Fuck. [SIZE="5"]FUCK.[/SIZE]
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I loved that little camera. Thinking on it, now, it may well have been my favorite possession. I cannot readily think of anything I own that I've thought more of, than that camera.
Goddamn I'm a fucking idiot.
I'm sorry grav. I liked your pictures too.
I can't help but notice that there seems to be more wrong with that camera than an error message on the screen. :bolt:
Shit, Grav. That's angry.
I loved my Kodak. And my Mum's Kodak (bought to replace mine because it was the only digital camera she'd learned how to use).
But once again Dad "tidied away" the charger, so she had to get a whole new camera. Hmmmm. Bear in mind this is the third or maybe even fourth such incident. He has Alzheimers, she doesn't, you'd think she'd learn.
Also she said, "I don't think it was a very good camera anyway." Yes it was, Mother. You thought it was bad because you keep trying to take photos of two lively little boys in one shot and don't get why the camera focuses between the two of them.
And then, after asking my advice about a replacement you then buy the cheapest one on the market which finishes the job of trashing my nails as I try to insert the card and battery because it's not nice and chunky like the one it's replacing, it's plasticky and feeble and I wish you luck with it because I can't write you a crib sheet like I did with the Kodak because I'm completely unfamiliar with it...
So I feel your pain.
But I only bit off my fake fingernails, I didn't attack them with a hammer.
I can't help but notice that there seems to be more wrong with that camera than an error message on the screen. :bolt:
Oh, I fixed the error message. It doesn't come up. Anymore.
That's angry....I didn't attack them with a hammer.
I was angry. So very angry indeed. At myself. Still am, and will be for not a little while. So I broke out the ol' ST5010 ACME Decombobulator.
Also:
I require closure.
A hammer is a wonderful thing.
I still can't believe I took the battery out.
:facepalm:
I require closure.
You gotta find old man winter and shoot him dead.
Don't ever wear fake nails.
Words of wisdom right there.
Don't ever wear fake nails.
Is a fake hammer required to hit fake nails?
C'mon, it's a reasonable question.
Does one need to have false teeth to chew false nails?
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You need fake plastic trees.
And nails in your feet.
The hockey team manager (who has an incoming goalie) has been an asshole all season. ridiculously nasty when there's absolutely no provocation -even to my son, not just us...... and we have learned that this is a known modus operandi for him, we are not alone..... but anyway, I sent an email to the youngest's hockey team to see if any of them wanted to know about the high school team and I accidentally cc'd the manager in my reply to one mom. (I was looking up his email address to include it and forgot to remove it). I haven't said anything judgmental about anything but it was kind of a vague and quick intro and I just know he's going to launch some horrendous attack about my incompetence. And that's exactly the kind of shit he loves to jump on. I suspect I was 10 minutes wrong in the start time of the game I invited her to watch, for example (because his original email about it was 10 minutes wrong, but he's like a walking Inner Party -he is always correct and what he says right now is what has always been the case.... I really shouldn't care, but I may have to deal with the asshole for 6 more years and I'd rather not be subjected to this every time I try to be helpful, but I don't want to stop that :9
Oh well, thanks for listening. I guess I'm less pissed off now I've ranted, but I wish I hadn't been so stupid. most likely I'll get a "why did you copy me on this, you stupid bitch" email. Or there could be a missive directing the team not to answer any questions in case we stupidly answer wrongly which is of course far worse than not answering at all....... Did I mention what an asshole this guy is? ask beest. and he's never nasty about anyone.
Hey fuckers. I don't work for the goddamn food co-op company. Nor do I work for the trucking company. And I definitely don't work for UPS, who was actually at fault this time for your delayed delivery.
Guess what? My order was on that delayed truck just like yours. And the new 7-hours-late timeslot fucked up my day too. And I'm terribly sorry that you couldn't make it to the drop point, but not as sorry as I am that I offered to take your shit with me instead of just leaving it on the ground in the outlet mall parking lot. It's not my fault that I now have to be at my daughter's speech therapy appointment instead of delivering your shit, and YOUR shit, and YOUR shit personally to your homes, for free, because I'm a goddamn unpaid volunteer.
Come and fucking get it. Or don't. I honestly don't care if any of you get your 12 bottles of organic tomato sauce or not. You can't talk to my manager because I don't fucking have one. So bite me.
Oh you volunteers are all alike, every damn one of you has a secret personal life, while trying to make the world think you're all selflessness and light.
This is one reason I stopped volunteering. Let people pick up their own shit. I volunteered for a child mental health organization in the '90s and it ended badly. The sense of entitlement is way too high.
Hey fuckers. I don't work for the goddamn food co-op company. Nor do I work for the trucking company. And I definitely don't work for UPS, who was actually at fault this time for your delayed delivery.
Guess what? My order was on that delayed truck just like yours. And the new 7-hours-late timeslot fucked up my day too. And I'm terribly sorry that you couldn't make it to the drop point, but not as sorry as I am that I offered to take your shit with me instead of just leaving it on the ground in the outlet mall parking lot. It's not my fault that I now have to be at my daughter's speech therapy appointment instead of delivering your shit, and YOUR shit, and YOUR shit personally to your homes, for free, because I'm a goddamn unpaid volunteer.
Come and fucking get it. Or don't. I honestly don't care if any of you get your 12 bottles of organic tomato sauce or not. You can't talk to my manager because I don't fucking have one. So bite me.
Damn, girl. Take a deep, calming breath,
and relax.
Why is it that if I have something important coming up - my Viva tomorrow morning - all sorts of shit happens?
I've had a bad back on and off for a few weeks, but this morning it was awful - I woke up with the pain and couldn't get out of bed. Couldn;t lift myself up to sit up - Tried rolling left - then right - couldn't make it all the way - tried sliding my legs off the bed - got stuck.
Eventually made it out of bed half on the floor and got stuck again.
At this point I'm thinking - shit what if it's like this tomorrow when I have to be up at the crack of dawn to get to Leeds for the Viva?
I managed to struggle onto the landing and find some painkillers in the cabinet - took 2 ibuprofen and 2 paracetemol. Then a wave of pain and the feeling like something was coming loose made me feel really queasy - and then I broke out in a cold sweat, muscles turned to jelly and felt like i was going to faint - by now I'm back in the bedroom - tried to get to the bed to lower myself down (rather than fall if i did faint) lost my balance, couldn't correct and ended up falling - bashed my forearm on the wood of the bed frame, took a nice big chunk of skin off - now bleeding profusely from arm, stuck on the floor - ribs feel like something's popped. hella painful.
Then the sudden feeling that i need the loo, like fucking right now...crawled to the bathroom, managed to use the loo (tmi - not fun) and rinse my arm a bit then started to feel like I was going to throw up or faint - it passed by and I made my way carefully downstairs -
Got downstairs and the quesy hit again, this time I was definiotely going to upcheck, so carefully, but as quick as i could got back up to the bathroom and threw up.
More sudden cold sweats.
Thankfully the worst of the pain eased and the queasiness abated enoughfor me to very carefully walk the dog (with mum and nelle just to be safe) and get some prep work for tomorrow done.
But still in quite a lot of pain and worried about tomorrow morning.
Somehow this evening I have to try and have a bath (which is a bastard because there's a leak in the bathroom which means no water can be let out down the bath - therefore has to be scooped out by bucket and thrown down the sink) and wash my hair. All while moving very fucking carefully indeed.
Why is it
Ugh, bad times, sorry to hear of this D!
If you're not actually ill, sounds like your body is reacting to all the stress of the event with physical symptoms... the anxiously-ill among us recognize it with terror.
can you have painkillers, hot water bottle and kettle on hand by the bed for the morning? Did you ice your back at all today?
Thanks all:)
Haven't done the heat/cold thing - I never quite know what's best and last time I tried a heat patch it seemed to make it slightly worse (or was just coincidental with it getting worse anyway).
Will definitely have painkillers and a drink to hand for when i wake - am getting an early night and settin the alarm for 6am to give myself time to get ready slowly with the help of the painkillers.
On the upside, I managed to do all the prep I had intended to do and having done a full read through I'm a little happier with the thesis than I was a few weeks ago.
On the upside, I managed to do all the prep I had intended to do and having done a full read through I'm a little happier with the thesis than I was a few weeks ago.
Maybe I missed it, but did you ever find the missing files ?
I figured they would show up a week after you turned in your dissertation.
... at least that's how the devil bedevils me.
Hoping tomorrow is better...
Ugh, bad times, sorry to hear of this D!
If you're not actually ill, sounds like your body is reacting to all the stress of the event with physical symptoms... the anxiously-ill among us recognize it with terror.
Yeah, that resonates.
Maybe I missed it, but did you ever find the missing files ?
I figured they would show up a week after you turned in your dissertation.
... at least that's how the devil bedevils me.
Hoping tomorrow is better...
Y'know I never did. I am more than a little baffled by it. One thing I did notice though, was that whlst doing some work on a file at uni a few weeks ago, I tried to save and got a message saying that the file was read only - and that pressing save would close the document without saving (or something like that). I didn;t really take it on board but I have wondered since, if maybe when I lost that work I'd been working on a read only copy without realising (I have no idea why the file at uni was read only - it was just a working text doc) but didn't get the warning because of it being an old version of Word.
Though - I'd have surely noticed stuff not being there the next day when I worked on it again.
I dunno. My computers are in a dreadful state so I'll probably find at some point, accidentally moved to an unrelated folder with the wrong title so it doesn't show up on search or something. it's probably lost amongst the Doctor Who books.
Avoid the bath, all those buckets of water and so on with a bad back is a big Nono. Flannel/cat lick wash is all that's needed for the smelly bits!
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ha! True but - I kind of need the oilatum emolient and that doesn't work unless you soak for ten mins.
I've managed to wash and blow my hair, so that's done at least. God what a palava that was lol.
Are you certain it's spine pain, and not kidney pain? A bad kidney infection hurts your back something fierce, and can also cause the vomiting and bathroom distress. Last time I had one I just thought I'd pulled a back muscle, and didn't realize it was something else until I spiked a 104 fever.
Hmmm - never even thought of that. I do intermittently get lower back probs though, and sometimes the pain makes me feel queasy because it feels like the vertebrae are pulling apart. Anything boney or jointy and I go faint very easily at the thought of it.
The throwing up was probably a combination of the queasiness of the back pain, the shock of the fall, painkillers on an empty stomach, and stress at the thought of doing the viva the next day.
I'll bear it in mind though - I've got a few days clear now so am going to rest up and see how I am - if i'm still in pain after the weekend I'll go see my doc.
Right now my biggest problem is the pain in my ribs - christ on a bike, that ain't fun. Am hoping it's muscle pain and that I haven't cracked a rib or popped one out of place slightly. Again - am going to take it uber easy and see how I am on Monday. A long weekend cures many ills.
New mattress?
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It's top of the 'when i get some money, man...' list.
um.... now the viva's over (congrats btw) I feel freer to ask.....why doesn't your landlord fix the bath issue?
Because he doesn't know about it :P
Because the house is a shit tip and needs me to spend a few days making it presentable before I make the call. I needed to get the Viva out of the way before I can dedicate several days to the house.
I am completely unfamiliar with this concept. completely. Also, we are not holding a graduation party for allegedly 70ish here in a feq weeks. not. lahlahlahlalalala
Hahahah. No, of course you don't.
JFC, just answer the goddamn question. I don't need an inventory of what we have, what the restaurant has, or what none of us wants.
I need a fucking "Yes, I would like you to bring me something.", or I need a "No, I don't want anything.", I'll even take a "Go fuck yourself.".
At least that's a fucking answer. How hard is it to know whether you want a hamburger?
It ain't rocket science.
I said fukkit and had Ramen noodles instead.
I'm confused. Are you working in a restaurant and they wouldn't give you their order, or are you ordering in a restaurant and they wouldn't...um, I don't know?
It sounds like he was considering going out to get something to eat and asked someone else if they wanted him to bring back something for them like a hamburger; but, the other person complicated the matter.
Either that; or, it was all a dream and he's sleep posting again.
Ohhhh, see, I had the perspective all wrong. Thanks for de-confusing me!
That was an easy mistake. Considering my penchant for griping about the fast food joints...
Sexo has the gist of it.
:D
Are you working?
:lol2::lol2::lol2::lol2::lol2::lol2::lol2::lol2::lol2:
Good news / bad news time.
Good news, I'm now taking "a stimulant" along with my other mod elevating, performance enhancing [strike]drugs[/strike] medications and I am actually able to get more things done. [COLOR="LemonChiffon"]Not as much as when I experimented with left handed ciggies, but I was more focused.[/COLOR]
Bad news, it seems to make the hand tremors worse than just the Welbutrin alone, meaning I finally painted the bathroom ceiling, but had such a devil of a time cutting in, I skipped the top coat of cutting in. It bums me out since I am an excellent cutter-in. I don't like the tremors.
Fuck it though, the ceiling is done and now I'm onto finishing the kitchen.
why do you people still call them hamburgers anyway?
We're not going to tell you why, just to piss you off. :p:
Ach Foots - that don't sound much fun, lad.
In the brief moment befor emy internet blew up this morning, I read one post on facebook.
Thank you for all your prayers and positive vibes sent my way. It will be a bit of a recovery time, so please keep them coming.
For those of you who don't know I just had back surgery. My breast cancer came back in my spine on the L4 level. It proceeded to grow there until it split the bone in half. The surgery went well and once the staples are removed, radiation will begin.
I'm on the road to recovery. Didn't think I'd be relearning how to walk at my age. I haven't been near a computer, but when I get home I will catch up with everyone. I'm feeling the love.
Fuck this shit to fucking hell and back. This is not the friend with breast cancer about whom I wrote in a nother thread, this is the second one, a friend with whom I cross paths occasionally. I see her occasionally at my youngest's school where she is now the boss lunch supervisor, I see her occasionally at the high school -he son dives. Same sport, different gender child.... when I stepped down as president of the preschool, she took over. She had been the president several years before with her oldest. She is the nicest most caring person who everyone wants to hug. when she had her mastectomy, she strapped pillows around her to protect the tender area from the enthusiastic hugs of the little ones. Can't stop the tears this morning. fuck this shit
Isn't she brave and awesome though?
*shakes head* life can be so desperately unfair. But yeah, she sounds awesome.
Sorry, monster. I hope her recovery is quick and complete.
I'm sorry, but I can't get past feeling this is the end of her road. Pessimistic, I know. I want to hope and believe, I want to. Maybe it will be easier once I've seen her again. I saw her not too long ago, she looked great. I suspect the surgery quickly followed the discovery making this sudden.
FUCK CANCER! I'm in awe of many of the victims, moving on with grace and dignity, while as a bystander I want to collapse and cry. :cry:
Hate to see this sort of facebook update ... sorry, monster. I hope your friend will do well. If this f'ing disease has to met, bone is better than other places - some women are doing well with bone mets, counting their time to recurrence in years rather than months. I hope that's the case for your friend. She sounds awesome.
@foot - sorry to hear about the side effects. Keep on, though - glad you have some of the intended meds effects as well as the unintended.
My shitheel, cat-thieving old bastard of a neighbor was mowing his yard at 8:15 this morning. It's Sunday!
That's ok, though. Because it's a very simple thing to change from where I park GrandCherokeeOne now, to fifteen feet outside his bedroom window.
He bitches that the teeniest little sound wakes him up/keeps him up, and he can't get back to sleep.
Did I mention that GC1 has an exhaust leak? In the Y-pipe?
Let's play, catnapper.
I'll mow that early on a Sunday. IN AUGUST, when I'm trying to get it done before the 105 degree temperatures of the day hit.
Office depot. After setting, waiting on road repairs. I get to the store and needed to make a bathroom brake. Lady met me at door and took my paper work for pickup of new printer.
Well after my break, no one knows wtf. She went to lunch. Well it worked out after the cluster fuck. I'll not even bring up wal-sucks
Dizney biznitch. She shoulda passed it off to someone who was gonna be around for two more minutes.
That woulda put me deep into pissed off.
Dizney biznitch. She shoulda passed it off to someone who was gonna be around for two more minutes.
That woulda put me deep into pissed off.
And did
Fucking no-see-ums. Glatt knows what I'm talking about. The fuckers can fly through window screens like they aren't there.
They are biting the shit out of me in my own home.
Assholes.
They drive the forest critters crazy too.
OMG .... HATE THEM! I read somewhere they are more attracted to certain people because of their blood type. Then a neighbor told me it was more one's diet than anything. Whatever - fuckers kill me.
Well fuck a duck, dudes. I thought maybe that was a nickname for some sort of bug I've already HEARD OF! No, it's an entirely new-to-me kind of bug. WTF? :eek:
So, online sez they're mostly tropical, southern, little fuckers. I have never been subjected to one (KNOCKING ON WOOD) and hope never to be. (I've never seen a purple cow, either, but I digress.)
Any and all blood-sucking parasites should be shot in the face.
They are actually worldwide, these these go all the way up to Canada.(and 11 for that matter) They are invisible, everywhere, and mercilessly unstoppable.
http://entnemdept.ufl.edu/creatures/aquatic/biting_midges.htm
Well then I'll just thank my lucky stars I haven't been subjected to them. Thanks Lucky Stars, now can I win the lottery? kthxbai, Lucky Stars.
Lucky stars are magically more dense and hotter than lucky charms
Dense and hot. Sounds like a guy I dated once.
Dense and hot. Sounds like a guy I dated once.
Sounds rather like my first serious boyfriend.
He was verrr hot - but thick as the proverbial plank.
Sounds rather like my first serious boyfriend.
He was verrr hot - but thick as the proverbial plank.
My Brit friends (Londoners if that matters) say thick as two short planks.
Are there degrees of thickness?
I thought the ladies liked the thickness.
That's been my experience...
Um... I have no way of testing that. :o
It's more important than length, except in things like socks. And skulls.
My Brit friends (Londoners if that matters) say thick as two short planks.
Are there degrees of thickness?
There's...
Thick
Thick as a plank
Thick as two short planks
Thick as a brick and not half as useful
Thick as a docker's sandwich
Scientific opinion is divided as to the correct order of thickness, but I think that the above gradations will stand the casual observer in good stead.
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A buddy of mine was at a yardsale a little while back and got this totally awesome Cheerwine cooler. I think it's cool as hell. (Not really sure why...)
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Why is this pissing me off? He won't,
will not, sell me this cooler. I made him offers up to $20. No sale.
He paid 50 fucking cents for this cooler.
:meanface:
Admittedly, it's not a full-sized cooler, but
you could have a clock. Or an umbrella. Or lip balm!
I thought to cold weekend would have set us free, but Noooooooooo.
There were as many or more flying critters as ever.
A can of coke burst in my backpack today, and my new book from my favorite UK author is all but ruined. I've dried it out but it's trashed. What's really pissing me off is that I have put it in a plastic bag to protect it from exactly this circumstance every other day... but not today. ....and the coke poured down the back of my legs and soaked my jeans and it was -12C plus windchill
MFSOB
Why are tins so weak and shoddy? there's a frickin' 10c deposit on them to make sure they get returned and recycled.
Cost of aluminum and cost of shipping. I saw some numbers about the big boys like coke and pepsi, who have gone to ultrathin cans. The money they save on shipping is just incredible.
I was pushing a loaded two wheel handtruck around the distributors, and they had cases of pepsi 6-packs with the plastic wildlife traps, in low cardboard flats, stacked about 5 ft high along the aisle. The handtruck had cute little angle iron fenders welded above each wheel that I managed to slice through about 4 cases of cans before I noticed my ankles getting sprayed. :blush:
The fridge just died.
Fuck.:mad2:
Dunno 'bout Mitch Egan, but in Vermont the original reason for a deposit was to keep the roads clear of litter. Back in 1979, I think a nickel had the equivalent buying power of $27.95 today. Give or take a few bucks.
(actually, it would be about equal to a 25 cent deposit today)
Dunno 'bout Mitch Egan, but in Vermont the original reason for a deposit was to keep the roads clear of litter. Back in 1979, I think a nickel had the equivalent buying power of $27.95 today. Give or take a few bucks.
(actually, it would be about equal to a 25 cent deposit today)
This.
It was a big deal when it passed in Maine.
Dunno 'bout Mitch Egan, but in Vermont the original reason for a deposit was to keep the roads clear of litter. Back in 1979, I think a nickel had the equivalent buying power of $27.95 today. Give or take a few bucks.
(actually, it would be about equal to a 25 cent deposit today)
It's the main source of income for homeless (winos) around here. I always used to give them the benefit of the doubt that the alcohol stink was from the cans they had collected, but now I work in a store and encounter then every morning I'm unlucky enough to need to be near the registers, I know my faith was misplaced
The problem with can deposits is the cans have to be returned intact so the bar code can be read. That takes up way too much room.
Do you live in a shoebox at t bottom of t yard?
Luxury. We used to dream of living in a shoebox.
Luxury. We used to dream of living in a shoebox.
Paraphrasing:
Pfft. You had it eeeeaaaasy...For us it was up before dawn to be at our first job licking the street clean every morning. Then it was home for a breakfast of cold gravel.
Luxury. We used to dream of living in a shoebox.
Is living in a shoebox a
step up or down from living in a shoe?
thx.
sometimes it's like the whole dealership wants something from me at the same time. And when it's first thing in the morning, and it's 5 emergencies that could have been managed if the asshole salesmen and sales managers had done their jobs properly... I was boiling.
I'm better now.
Is living in a shoebox a step up or down from living in a shoe?
Twould depend on the shoe, I suppose.
Twould depend on the shoe, I suppose.
stop being a heel, you need to learn to toe the line. You have no sole.
complaints from anyone not actually living in a shoe is just meta-carping, no matter how archly spoken.
I shoulda just held my tongue. I guess I should tread more lightly, and find a new balance.
BT (British Telecom) the robbing twats.
*grrrrrrrrr*
I've had the same email for 15+years. I got it when I was still living with J and BT were our phone and internet provider. Up until about 18 months ago, it was still a free email (part of the BTYahoo family of emails, though the btinternet.com emails predated their partnership). Then about 18 months ago (maybe a little longer) they decided to stop free emails for non-customers. Okay - fair enough - they offered instead a 'premium' email service for £1.60 p/mth which allowed existing users to keep their bt email. So - rather than change every login I have with every service, site and whatever, not to mention i'm quite attached the old email and don't like change, I went with that.
I got an email a month or so ago, saying that prices for BT services would be rising in line with their increased service costs and inflation. This happens from time to time. I get the same emails once or twice a year from my ISP as well, and usually it translates to a few extra pounds on a phone and internet package. The amil I got from BT didn't specify what the changes would be, and to find out you have log into my Account and that's a bastard to do on my computer, because it doesn't like their site. I figured it would maybe go up from £1.60 p/mth to £1.99 or something.
Checked my bank today and the bastards have taken £5.60, which apparently is £5 per four week.
£5 for four weeks of email access???!!!! Jesus what are they doing, storing the data in gold plated vaults?
I phoned and complained - because there is no way that tripling the price reflects their increase in costs for a fucking email service.
So - I've opened a free gmail account and am porting across contacts and emails now. I'll be closing my 15+ year old email account down before the next billing cycle.
When I asked the guy what the justification was for such a sharp increase in price, he said, well you are paying for a premium service. I asked what exactly was premium about it? he told me that some services online require you to have a premium email for you to sign up and use their sites. That still does not explain why they tripled the price. It was already sold to me as a 'premium' service.
Well, fuck 'em. I'm not paying £5 p/mth for emails. Robbing bastards.
Don't forget to send me the Gmail address so I can send you naked pictures. :haha:
Dana, I left that paid shit a long time ago. You'll be more than happy with gmail.
Except gmail unaccountably stopped delivering my emails. No explanation. No redress. Fuck 'em.
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That's weird, no reason given?
well so far I'm liking gmail. It's a much nicer interface than the btinternet one. slightly unnerved at Limey's experience, but I haven't hheard of anyone else having probs so hopefully it's a rarity!
What is pissing me off this time though?
People of the male variety who seem to think that because they are bored and I am female, my time and attention belongs to them.*
I was sat in the launderette, having put some washed clothes into the dryer and was completely engrossed in a book on my kindle. Random Bloke who had earlier sought my help on how to use a spinner, decided toengage me in conversation. His first gambit I didn't catch - because i was engrossed in my book - so he repeated it a little more loudly to get my attention - what was so important he had to drag me out of my book? A comment about how he had thought he was done with launderettes years ago. Huh, really? Well....ok then. I smiled and said, 'ah right - washing machine broke has it?' He said yes it has. I smiled again and went back to reading. 'So has your machine broke as well?' he asked - I tore my eyes away from my book again, shook my head and said 'Nope, don't have one' Then went back to reading. ..... a minute or so goes by....
'So where've you come from then?"
Fuuuuuucccckkkkk!
Each time I made a visible show of pulling my attention away from my book - kept my answers short but not unfriendly, and went straight back to reading as soon as possible. On a couple of occasions I made like I was os into my book I hadn;t even heard him - each time he just spoke louder until i did.
This went on for 20 fucking minutes. Until he was done and left the launderette.
I was on the last chapter of the fifth book in a sequence that has had me gripped for the last two weeks. The next one isn't out until September. He totally broke up the narrative flow and emotional impact of the book.
*I may be out of line here - I don;t know - is this something that happens to blokes? Because I don't know many women who wouldn't instantly recognise this scenario
But you're such a stud magnet they can't help it. :love:
Maybe if you wore ear buds, better yet headphones. :hedfone:
I know a guy who likes to write fiction at lunchtime, and cow orkers try to strike up conversations when he's writing. Even in restaurants strangers will try. He's trying out the ear buds, and I figure they'll really get the point if the notice the buds aren't plugged in.
I have had it happen to me plenty of times from women, too. They'll give a little self-deprecating laugh and say things like, "Sorry, I'm probably interrupting work there on your laptop," and I'll smile forgivingly and say, "yeah," except then they keep right on talking and asking questions, even as I am actively typing through their words. It seems to be a certain type of personality, males and females, who feels that public social interaction is simply a given.
But then again, I also think males of this mindset are more likely to fight their instincts and leave other men alone if they give off antisocial vibes. And I think social-whore women are more likely to leave grumpy men alone too.
Interesting...I've very rarely had anything like that happen with women. Except at work or uni with people I've known. Not total strangers and not as persistently.
Glad to know it goes both ways :P
I suppose it doesn't help that I find it next to impossible to be actively unpleasant or unfriendly. Some people may just not get the signal unless it is slapped across their faces.
he probably went home thinking he'd had a lovely chat with a friendly woman at the launderette :P
How about "No, it's not broken, but when I get the shits like this, I prefer to wash everything somewhere else"?
Interesting...I've very rarely had anything like that happen with women. Except at work or uni with people I've known. Not total strangers and not as persistently.
To be fair, it's always moms at kid-centered places like music lessons. It may be that they're socially-deprived in general by staying home, so they're out for their fix even when it's apparent the other person isn't interested.
I need to replace a table saw for a job I'm doing; my preferred blade (Forrest woodworker II) got used to cut some concrete forms (do not recommend, BTW) and it needs so much work in terms of teeth replacement and sharpening that after shipping it would be cheaper to replace.
That part doesn't annoy me, shit happens.
What annoys me is when I try to google reviews or comparisons of the sort that consumer reports might do, all the google results I get are buying guides or a bunch of guys on bulletin boards offering 10 year old anecdotal evidence and subjective opinions.
I can't find any type of comparison review anywhere. I once had a problem with google where I got into this feedback loop that I am guessing was based on cookies where I kept getting the same results over and over again that I assume was because I had followed the links to those results, leading the engine to figure that is what I wanted to see, more of the same wrong results.
I had been looking for Curity All Purpose surgical sponges (sort of like a dry baby wipe) I even had the empty box and typed in all description and brand and all I got back were more and more results for some sort of menstrual product. The more - I put in front of search terms the worse the results got. Eventually, I deleted all my cookies and started over.
So, is it possible with all the woodworking magazines and websites that NO ONE has done a head to head quality test on 10 inch saw blades?
If you were to go by google you'd think there were only two saw blade manufacturers; Freud and Diablo which are actually the same company.
The other thing that is pissing me off is why all my image searches lately have been ten pages of Pinterst hits. adding -pinterest brings that down to only 4 pages of hits.
WTF? did google buy pinterst?
And if I type in "Why are all my search results pitnerest links?" All I get are pinterst links.
I've been fooling around with trying other search engines like ixquick or duck duck go but I've yet to find a search engine that seems to give meaningful results. I suspect I may need to relearn how to do searches.
I fucking hate what pintrest has done to the Google image search
Oh, and I seem to recall FWW doing a 10 inch blade test like 20 years ago.
The Forrest II won
Oh, and I seem to recall FWW doing a 10 inch blade test like 20 years ago.
The Forrest II won
14 years ago.
http://www.finewoodworking.com/tool-guide/article/10-in-combination-tablesaw-blades.aspx
Abstract only unless you subscribe.
A lot has happened in the last 14 years...
Have you looked on youtube to see if any vid reviews?
Anecdotally, I bought a thin kerf Freud Diablo with a high tooth count to be a trash blade on my saw, and it's my "go to" blade now instead of the one that came with the Delta. It's got the teflon-ish coating and the thin kerf is nice. It makes a nice crosscut and rip.
I have not tested it against 20 other blades under consistent laboratory conditions though. YMMV
I've got a few of those, I've used Bosch, Freud, Diablo, Forrest, Vermont American, Irwin, Dewalt, and a few others. The quality of cut varies a lot as does the life span. Of them all, the Forrest was so far ahead of the others, but it's spendy and I bought mine 20 years ago. I was thinking there may be some new contenders out there.
It's more of a pissing about google searching and not so much help me find a saw blade. I've already gotten a replacement.
I fucking hate what pintrest has done to the Google image search
yup
Have I mentioned Windows 10 recently?
f3, try site: limiting your search by to some industry-specific forums that you trust. i.e, john bridge for tile, JLC for structural/framing, practical machinist for metal, maybe sawmillcreek in your specific case.
Have I mentioned Windows 10 recently?
Fuckers installed ... or tried to install that shit while I was at work.
Apparently it didn't take and reverted me back to 7 thankfully. Only took about 90 minutes to get me back. assholes
Dear Win10 - Go fuck off somewhere else. I don't want you nor your fucking tiles and apps and shit. LEAVE ME ALONE.
(Grumpy old man)
I've been using
GWX Control panel. It's a junkyard dog that stays out of sight until it sees MS try to slip in one of the precursors to foisting 10 on you, then it jumps out and seizes them by the neck, shaking them violently until they vanish. It lets all the other updates waltz right in. You can chain it up or let it work, even send it back to the junkyard. It's free.
I had that too before I had to switch to linux. It's great.
Dear Win10 - Go fuck off somewhere else. I don't want you nor your fucking tiles and apps and shit. LEAVE ME ALONE.
(Grumpy old man)
That.
Fucking recruiters with their 'video interview' bollocks. Like being asked interview questions isn't stressful enough without having '60 seconds to prepare and then recording will start automatically' and 50 seconds to answer 'and recording will stop automatically'.
Fucking hateful. Hate it, hate it, hate it. It's a horrible experience.
I do not expect I'll be invited to the face to face interviews on the basis of the answers I gave :P
'Give an example of a time you went above and beyond for a customer - hint: what did you do? What was the outcome? What did the customer think of your performance? What do you think is important in customer service?'
Fucking horrible.
50 seconds to answer? That's not long enough!
Fucking recruiters with their 'video interview' bollocks. Like being asked interview questions isn't stressful enough without having '60 seconds to prepare and then recording will start automatically' and 50 seconds to answer 'and recording will stop automatically'.
Fucking hateful. Hate it, hate it, hate it. It's a horrible experience.
I do not expect I'll be invited to the face to face interviews on the basis of the answers I gave :P
'Give an example of a time you went above and beyond for a customer - hint: what did you do? What was the outcome? What did the customer think of your performance? What do you think is important in customer service?'
Fucking horrible.
a video interview? wtf? how lazy and impersonal. if you ever have to do it again, mention the time you took time out of your day to help a customer personally even though they were supposed to use a video/online chat interface.
That said, these are standard customer service industry questions, so at least this gave you the heads up for the sort of question you might need to prepare for.
They're looking for glib fast talkers who won't let the pigeon get a word in edgewise. That would make me wonder about the ethics of their business model. :eyebrow:
:sadpace:
Why buy a dog and bark yourself?
Why engage a skilled linguist to edit the (already good) translation of your powerful and moving text if you're going to tinker with the results to ensure that it reads like a translation, and has far less impact as a result.
Why on earth would a professional linguist and native speaker of a language have a better understanding of the implications and nuances of the words and phrases they suggest than any dictionary or simplistic word search on the Internet or assumption based on the word in the original language which resembles the translator's suggestion but is a linguistic "false friend"?
:sadpace:
Years ago, in college, I tried my hand at translating a poem from German.
It was actually kind of fun. I translated it directly into English, and completely ruined the flow and feeling of the poem. This beautiful poem became awkward and forced. So I decided to rework the poem to keep the imagery and overall meaning but chose words that flowed better and fit the structure of the poem. Basically, I translated it twice. Once from German to English, and once from English into pretty English.
I gained huge respect for good translations after that exercise.
Reminds me of another story.
We had a patent case go to trial, and the original documents were in Japanese so both parties had translators in the court room. We were trying to show that the inventors made this amazing discovery, and the other team was trying to say the discovery was nothing special. The original Japanese documents described the discovery with a Japanese word that meant "better than" or "superior" or something like that. The judge stopped the witness testimony at one point when he realized the importance of the translation of this one word and he asked each translator to explain the meaning of the word. They were throwing different English words out and the lawyers on each side were kind of coaching them to come up with meanings that helped their side. Our translator explained that the Japanese word is a word of motion and that it evokes jumping or leaping and so she offered up "leaps and bounds better" as a translation. The other teams' translator got so excited about this translation, because it captured the feeling of the word, that she readily agreed that this was the correct meaning before looking to her team's attorneys for their approval. They were not pleased. "leaps and bounds better" is not a phrase you want to have recognized by the court as the correct translation when you are trying to downplay the importance of a discovery.
:sadpace:
Why buy a dog and bark yourself?
Why engage a skilled linguist to edit the (already good) translation of your powerful and moving text if you're going to tinker with the results to ensure that it reads like a translation, and has far less impact as a result.
Why on earth would a professional linguist and native speaker of a language have a better understanding of the implications and nuances of the words and phrases they suggest than any dictionary or simplistic word search on the Internet or assumption based on the word in the original language which resembles the translator's suggestion but is a linguistic "false friend"?
:sadpace:
I know the thing you talk exact.
"I've got a nephew who is really into photography and just got a new camera, let's have him to do the photos."
"My girlfriend was very artsy in high school, she can design the brochure."
The thing I find it hard to wrap my mind around and even harder to accept is the truth that people only want 70% and if you give them 80% they will think it is 100% because that is all they are capable of seeing/appreciating/understanding.
That, and every asshole with a hammer thinks he's a carpenter.
I know the thing you talk exact.
"I've got a nephew who is really into photography and just got a new camera, let's have him to do the photos."
"My girlfriend was very artsy in high school, she can design the brochure."
The thing I find it hard to wrap my mind around and even harder to accept is the truth that people only want 70% and if you give them 80% they will think it is 100% because that is all they are capable of seeing/appreciating/understanding.
That, and every asshole with a hammer thinks he's a carpenter.
The thing that bothers me most about all of this is that there is no respect/appreciation for a craft that one (foot3, myself and others) have taken a lifetime to become proficient at. It has become too easy to churn out mediocre work that most will accept as good.
Glatt, what was the poem? Was it Der Erlkonig?
The thing that bothers me most about all of this is that there is no respect/appreciation for a craft that one (foot3, myself and others) have taken a lifetime to become proficient at. It has become too easy to churn out mediocre work that most will accept as good.
AMEN.
Soon enough Apple will come out with an app that makes you think you are tasting honey, so...
AMEN.
Soon enough Apple will come out with an app that makes you think you are tasting honey, so...
Too late...
https://www.beefreehonee.com/
"Saving bees one apple at a time"
It's "honey" made from apples. Of course they don't factor in the need for bees to pollinate the apples...............
Too late...
https://www.beefreehonee.com/
"Saving bees one apple at a time"
It's "honey" made from apples. Of course they don't factor in the need for bees to pollinate the apples...............
It's getting recursive.
*smiles*
How's life Pico?
Glatt, what was the poem? Was it Der Erlkonig?
Yeah. Exactly!
I think I posted it on the internet somewhere.
I had to memorize it in 8th grade German...I still know some of it. It is very dear to my heart.
Hi ME! Give Pico a biscuit from me and say hi. :)
What's pissing me off? I'll tell ya.
See this?:
[ATTACH]57290[/ATTACH]
That's the Firefox page that displays my saved usernames and passwords.
It should show 75 - 100 usernames/passwords. Gone. They're gone. They're fucking gone.
God dammit.
I am beside myself in anger. I'm fucking shaking.
Did you run some sort of cleaner that frees up disk space?
Are you wearing your sunglasses indoors?
No back up? Was it just a saved html file? Can you use system recover to go back a few days?
and bedtime. I don't want to go to bed.....
What's pissing me off? I'll tell ya.
See this?:
[ATTACH]57290[/ATTACH]
That's the Firefox page that displays my saved usernames and passwords.
It should show 75 - 100 usernames/passwords. Gone. They're gone. They're fucking gone.
God dammit.
If you've got windows 7 you can use the restore previous version feature.
find the current folder holding the now empty firefox passwords, right click and go to properites, click restore previous versions.
BAM
I hope you have windows 7
He must have forgotten his cellar password
But he can still read this!
Even I can read this.:D
Footster, I will try the restore previous version thing. Thank you.
I should thank BigV also. He very graciously offered (via PM) to help me in depth with this, even though it sounds like he's got a couple irons in the fire already.
There was really nothing in there I couldn't live without. It just really pissed me off.:mad2: There were a few, ahem, adult oriented sites that require membership and signing in, but, nothing I had to pay for. I don't use computers for important things (read 'anything that requires being personally identifiable in any way'). I don't bank, pay bills, or anything like that over the internet.
I think most of the passwords can be gotten back using the 'Forgot your password?' provision most sites use. There are only a couple usernames I use for most everything, so...
Thanks for the help/suggestions my Feller Dwellers.
If you've got windows 7 you can use the restore previous version feature.
find the current folder holding the now empty firefox passwords, right click and go to properites, click restore previous versions.
BAM
I hope you have windows 7
That done it. Got 'em all back!
Thanks for that Footy! I found that you can't do it with Firefox open and running, though.:)
praying competitions.
I'm praying for your kid in surgery
I'm praying for them and you
I'm praying for them and you and the surgeons
I'm praying for them and you and the surgeons and the nurses and the scalpel sterilizers and the administrators who bill the insurance.....
Don't bother trying to compete with them, you haven't got a prayer.
monster, stop being a cunt just because other people don't express their reaction to bad news in a way you deem acceptable.
Apparently propane is so popular that vendors are turning away paying customers. At least they won't open a COD account with me and they won't give me credit because of, you know, bad credit.
The tank I have is supplied by the company I used to have an account with until it was transferred to my ex's name during my hejira. The company wanted a $300 deposit that they keep for the life of the account (no interest) plus $180 to fill the tank and another $40/year for tank rental.
I told them to go pound salt, and I'm off to go buy a 100# tank and regulator, which kind of sucks because I had two of them several years ago and gave them away.
So they came and locked out the tank yesterday and I'm like, seriously? I've never even seen a lockout like that and I can see all I need is a small piece of pipe or a dowel to remove it.
I don't really feel like making the drive tonight to Lowe's, but tomorrow is busy. If it wasn't such a time suck I'd transfer the gas to the new tank.
They locked out gas you've paid for?
They did. They said they will refund the ex since the account was in her name and therefore, they assume, her gas. I can't be bothered to find the old contract and read the fine print but I'm sure there is something in there about why they are allowed to be dickish, and I wasn't about the send them a copy of the divorce agreement showing that the gas in the tank was now mine.
I'm back with the tank and regulator. Tomorrow I'll switch it over. I only use it for cooking and the dryer.
Get a used electric dryer. There cheap as dirt. Around here, anyway.
monster, stop being a cunt just because other people don't express their reaction to bad news in a way you deem acceptable.
bruce, just stop being a cunt
the person named Sillya SomethingBrack-McSomethingface who has a shitfit in the team facebook group every time her kids' names are spelled incorrectly someplace new....... which started with my rostering her kids as SomethingCrack-McSomethingface BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT SHE WROTE ON THE FUCKINNG REGISTRATION FORM. As someone with a disappearing E on the end of my last name, I get it, I really do.... but (1) ain't ever gonna change, better to learn to suck it up, realize when it really matters etc... pick your battles.... (2) YOU FUCKING CHOSE TO SADDLE THEM WITH THAT KEYBOARDFUL -I notice dad is just "McSomethingface"....... (3) you can't even get it the fuck right and that's the bit you've had all your damn life so STFU.
that is all.
;)
Hyphenated names are bullshit.
She whined once more so I told her (in a PM) about the reg form. next time it gonna be public. And I have a photocopy in my pocket to take with me tomorrow. Bitch better zip it.....
hyphenated names are a topic of debate but.....when they are unusual and have 7 syllables....... she is in charge of trophies and had to shorten their last names because there wasn't room on the plaques..... and yet she's still bitching......
We know an Indian couple who are outwardly pretty Westernized, but they are first-generation immigrants and we're pretty sure they were an arranged marriage. The wife kept her last name, but their daughter's last name is a third thing that seems somewhat derived from the husband's first name... like Betty Milkshake is married to Jacob Hamburger, and their kid is Sarah Jacobson. I don't know if it's a tradition I'm not aware of, or if they just pulled it out of their ass.
...and have 7 syllables...
Reminds me:
About a hundred years ago I was in line at the (VHS!) movie store, when a guy comes in, lays the movie he's returning and receipt on the counter and walks out. Girl goes over to check his movie back in, looks at the receipt, and announces to the store in general:
"That man's last name has (pauses to count) seventeen letters in it. Three of them are vowels."
well that's one vowel per six letters.
Brightly is more consonant heavy than that, yet not particularly odd
So the Mrs and I bought a house...but our bank was hobbled by crack addicts who pushed the closing date around like 5 times. We closed last Friday...we were supposed to close 4 weeks ago.
Anyway, we went to Nebraska Furniture Mart. If you live in Dallas, Omaha, Des Moines or KC, you know about them...they're owned by Berkshire Hathaway. They have a YUGE store here in KC, KS. We spent parts of two days over there, meeting with a designer and selecting stuff. All we were waiting on was to close on the house. In the meantime, we're having a hard time getting in touch with the design guy at the store...we want to make a deposit or pay for our stuff outright, y'know?
Finally *I* call him--the Mrs had been mostly dealing with him--says he'll get back to me later today (Thursday). And he does...and tells us that they don't have a record of our order. Add to that, some of the stuff we wanted to order is no longer carried.
So that wiped out plans for the living room and dining room. Not to mention, we were going to buy a bed and a stove...so we were going to give these folks some money. And these stupid motherfuckers fucked it up. The Mrs was so excited...this is mainly about her. I wanted some input and got it, but this whole exercise was mostly for her. She was so pissed about it...and upset too. So naturally that pisses me off.
I'm still waiting to hear back from them after I raked them over the coals a couple times on Twitter earlier. But in the meantime, we'll start over...and focus more on spending money with local folks.
Always support the locals.
well that's one vowel per six letters.
Brightly is more consonant heavy than that, yet not particularly odd
Sprightly.
Bur, but, what about that "sometimes 'Y'" thing?
bust beer can Catherine wheel.
not unusual for the crappy cans to pop a hole and start spraying as I pick them out of the case. This one, however, was a force to be reckoned with, so much so I dropped it in surprise whereupon the force of the spray was enough to make it spin on the floor, drenching EVERYTHING with beer as it went. everything. especially paperwork and my work clothes. motherfucker
Very picturesque!
sent by thought transference
The work clothes are no problem, just tell your cow orkers you've been moonlighting in a brewery.
It's child-butchering day in the library.
At least that's what I assume from the incessant screaming. Seriously, what could genuinely make a child shriek like that? And I know libraries have changed (sadly) but what sort of staff allow that?
God give me a Gatling gun.
Am hoping there'll be a BBQ later at least.
The shriekers are too stringy, give me a tubby couch potato slow cooked with cole slaw.
I disconnected the tank and rolled it to the curb where it sat for a month. They finally came and got it. I spoke to the ex and told her that they should be refunding her for the unused gas. So I just heard from her that they sent her an invoice for $300.
I didn't follow up. but the company are assholes.
Apparently propane is so popular that vendors are turning away paying customers. At least they won't open a COD account with me and they won't give me credit because of, you know, bad credit.
The tank I have is supplied by the company I used to have an account with until it was transferred to my ex's name during my hejira. The company wanted a $300 deposit that they keep for the life of the account (no interest) plus $180 to fill the tank and another $40/year for tank rental.
I told them to go pound salt, and I'm off to go buy a 100# tank and regulator, which kind of sucks because I had two of them several years ago and gave them away.
So they came and locked out the tank yesterday and I'm like, seriously? I've never even seen a lockout like that and I can see all I need is a small piece of pipe or a dowel to remove it.
I don't really feel like making the drive tonight to Lowe's, but tomorrow is busy. If it wasn't such a time suck I'd transfer the gas to the new tank.
They locked out gas you've paid for?
They did. They said they will refund the ex since the account was in her name and therefore, they assume, her gas. I can't be bothered to find the old contract and read the fine print but I'm sure there is something in there about why they are allowed to be dickish, and I wasn't about the send them a copy of the divorce agreement showing that the gas in the tank was now mine.
I'm back with the tank and regulator. Tomorrow I'll switch it over. I only use it for cooking and the dryer.
The work clothes are no problem, just tell your cow orkers you've been moonlighting in a brewery.
I really don't need to..... the empties for recycling are sorted right by my office, where the smell of stale beer masks the smell of the rotting garbage from the chute in the same location :vomit: (MI has a deposit on cans and bottles so customers return them to the store) ......And we have beer on tap at the café (sip 'n' stroll folks, $2 for a pint of good beer while you shop......)so it's pretty easy to drench myself with beer at any point of my work day if I'm daft enough to venture onto Cheese Island......
SEARS
Thursday morning I get up to no hot water. Tear the water heater apart and need parts. Now there used to be a SEARS parts place nearby but they’ve closed them all down. The only way to get parts now is online or on the phone. Since they use a bastard thread I have no choice, they don’t even reveal the actual manufacturer.
Their computer system was screwed up so after filling out all the information it won’t process the order. So I call them up and they tell me the computer system is screwed up and they can’t do anything. I finally got into the system and placed the order 5AM Saturday morning. I checked off “expedited delivery” for $33 dollars extra, which was added to the total. Later Saturday morning I get an email saying they got my order, didn’t charge me the $33 dollars extra, and I’d have them Monday.
On Sunday my plumber buddy came back from the shore and we went through his collection with no success. At the last minute he remembered he had an oddball for his camper and it fit. He also mentioned I stunk.
Tuesday afternoon I get an email from SEARS saying my parts had shipped and I may get them today(Thursday).
Fuck SEARS, never again.
I was poking fun at Sears not long ago on FB, but I was surprised at how many people still shop there.
Going to Sears was a big deal when I was a kid. We had a free-standing store not far from my house. Got most of my clothes there when I was younger. That store closed in the early 90s...and I don't think I've been in a Sears in 20+ years. I occasionally used to go to Kmart, but there aren't many left here in KC.
Sears is good for finding the part number and then ordering the part online from somebody else like amazon for half the price.
Sears also carries Land's End clothes, which are decent. And you can order stuff from Land's End online and if it doesn't fit, the brick and mortar Sears will take the return.
Also, when you abuse a Craftsman ratchet and break it, Sears will replace it, no questions asked.
That's all I have to say about Sears.
That's all I have to say about Sears.
Wait. Their towels and sheets are good quality for a reasonable price. Macy's will charge you double the price for a similar product.
You can buy Craftsman at our Ace Hardware chain here in town. Don't know if all Aces do that now, but...yeah.
My ex-mother in law bought all her appliances through them...my father in law worked for them until he died, and she got to continue using his discount, which was nice.
They came today. Now the wait for the bill to see if they charged me an extra $33 dollars.
Also, when you abuse a Craftsman ratchet and break it, Sears will replace it, no questions asked.
Best Sears story EVAR:
A former cow-orker bike mechanic found a huge box of rusty craftsman wrenches at a tag sale. They were completely fucked and he had to scrape to see the craftsman name. He took the box to Sears and dumped them on the counter. The salesman gave him this look and asked, "Where the hell have these been?"
My cow-orker told him, "It doesn't matter where they've been, they're here now."
He ended up with a set of new wrenches for about $3.00
Craftsman wrenches used to be made at Moore Drop Forge across the street from Smith & Wesson. The fucked up ones went into the scrap bin out back to be sent back for smelting. Raid the scrap bin, take them to the store, get new ones, until they got wise and locked it up.
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For a moment or two while reading Gravdigr's post - I thought this was the political thread
Ya know how sometimes ya wake up and ya know within five minutes of putting your feet on the floor that the absolute best possible outcome of this day will be that you choke to death on your own fucking guts?
'Sappening rfn.
Goddamn this fucking day. Already.
Ya know how sometimes ya wake up and ya know within five minutes of putting your feet on the floor that the absolute best possible outcome of this day will be that you choke to death on your own fucking guts?
'Sappening rfn.
Goddamn this fucking day.
Stop watching Groundhog Day.
Good evening. Tonight on 'It's the Mind', we examine the phenomenon of déjà vu. That strange feeling we sometimes get that we've lived through something before, that what is happening now has already happened.
Good evening. Tonight on 'It's the Mind', we examine the phenomenon of déjà vu. That strange feeling we sometimes get that we've lived through something before, that what is happening now has already happened.
Good evening. Tonight on 'It's the Mind', we examine the phenomenon of déjà vu. That strange feeling we sometimes get that we've lived through something before, that what is happening now has already happened.
[YOUTUBE]G2eUopy9sd8[/YOUTUBE]
Well, here's some more deja vu for ya:
I hate my goddamned neighbor. I hate his fucking kid. I hate the fucking car they drive. I hate the fucking stereo in the fucking car they drive. I hate the motherfucking son of a bitch that built this neighborhood and put the bedrooms and the neighboring driveways thirty feet apart. I hope that bastard is barking in hell, while being forced to listen to loud, rattly, fucking mufflers while jungle boogie music (and I use that term very loosely) melts his fucking eyes.
Well, here's some more deja vu for ya:
I hate my goddamned neighbor. I hate his fucking kid. I hate the fucking car they drive. I hate the fucking stereo in the fucking car they drive. I hate the motherfucking son of a bitch that built this neighborhood and put the bedrooms and the neighboring driveways thirty feet apart. I hope that bastard is barking in hell, while being forced to listen to loud, rattly, fucking mufflers while jungle boogie music (and I use that term very loosely) melts his fucking eyes.
Ever read the Jack London story,
Moon Face?
Move over this away. Way quieter. Home prices are decent too. Get a nice place for 60k. A mansion for 125k. My neighbors aren't a problem. Nice people, live an acre over.
tarheel
Oh PS gravdigr I'm making Vietnamese stew tomorrow.
tarheel
Oh PS gravdigr I'm making Vietnamese stew tomorrow.
tarheel
Does it make any difference if they are from the North or the South?
Does it make any difference if they are from the North or the South?
Southern Vietnamese are the best cooks.
tarheel
Southern Vietnamese are the best cooks.
tarheel
but which is most tender/tasty?
It is friday, after all.
no image, tho ...are they cute?
no image, tho ...are they cute?
If Lola Bunny is any measure, then yes.
That FUCKING volkswagen has lost all of it's coolant and it smells like antifreeze in the cab. The warranty has expired it's 2 years old and has 16, 500+- miles on it. All I can think of is the heater core has gone bad. We have had nothing but problems with that thing. The Power of German Engineering, My Ass.
It is heater core... VW has never been able to manage that technology... I had one go in 1989.
1986 Jetta did the same thing.
And they charge an arm and a leg for parts, even if you do it yourself. :(
That's why I loved my Hyundai warranty. 10 years, 100,000 miles, powertrain; 7 years, unlimited miles perforation; 5 years, 60,000 miles bumper to bumper. I had only a few minor warranty claims for the life of that car, stuff like the antenna not fully retracting or chrome coming off one of the interior door handles.
A solid and reliable car. Fuck deer.
It is Sunday again! I thought this was Saturday when I woke up. I was texting with LJ and thinking about cooking chili when my neighbors went to church. They are not Jehovah's witnesses so it must be Sunday. Retirement is not all that easy. Every day I have to get up. Sunday should come once a month then it wouldn't be so bothersome.
tarheel
My parents had coolant problems with their vanagon too. That and the CV joints are the Achilles heels of that vehicle.
Heater cores are a major PITA to replace.
Sorry about ur VW(s).
I took my wife's Beetle (2014 convertible) up to the VW shop the other day...apparently, they had not reset the inspection warning when they did service a few weeks ago. I tried to do it myself, but based on what I saw on YouTube, it looked complicated as hell. As soon as I told the service tech this, he was like, "Oh yeah...good ol' German engineering...you'd think they'd make stuff like that easy." It wasn't super-complicated, but enough of a PITA.
Come to think it...I don't know ANY VW owner (UT, Dave Ham, friends from work, us) that haven't had some weird ass issue with their VW.
In addition to winning the Electoral College in a landslide, I won the popular vote if you deduct the millions of people who voted illegally
--our President-Elect on Twitter, 13 minutes ago.
:facepalm:
We finally got the paperwork finished for the buy back program. We should have an appointment with the the dealer to finalize the deal and pick up the check, in 3-5 days. We opted for the paper check. Because we don't want to give Citi Bank our banking information. Fuck Them.
VW Sux!!!
I'm living with my third VW. I love them. Yep, they require maintenance, duh, like all cars. I, too, had the heater core leak into the cabin of my 1985 Vanagon. A pain, but not as bad as my Ford F-250. The distance that coolant has to travel in the Vanagon is ridiculous. I LOL'ed when I read the directions for purging the cooling system on that rig.
Fill er up, start er up, and jack er up, but only the right front corner. Then run the motor until no more bubbles appear, topping off as needed. Good grief.
This little Golf III I have, love it. Best little truck I've ever had. Not really a truck I just treat it like one. I've put a clutch in it; I bought it with a pretty soft clutch at 70k. Jiffy Lube put a clutch in it after mistakenly topping off the manual gearbox through the inspection port for the clutch/flywheel. Aaaawkward.
Had a 68 Beetle I put two engines in. Sequentially, of course. Was my daily driver into LA, eighty miles each way. Loved that little car too. That one, and the Golf each caught fire briefly. Drove them for years afterwards.
VWs rock!
My Rabbit sucked. It was my first car and I LOVED it, but it was one thing after the next over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over - seemed to never end.
Last thing that went bad was - you guessed it! - the heater core. Had a couple beater cars after that and then bought my first of five Nissans afterward. 1 Maxima wagon and four Altims. Loved 'em.
I had a VW Rabbit once! Oh, it was horrible. 4-cylinder automatic (yes, automatic) that had been poorly maintained before I got it--we had to reef on it so hard with the oil-filter-removal tool that the support ribs inside the oil filter it had when I bought it spiral-twisted. One of my roomies drove it all day and never noticed the e-brake was on...turned the brake drums blue. We named it Seizure for 3 reasons:
1. It sounded like it was about to have a seizure. After the wreck (that story has been used as an 8-minute comedy bit at an open mic night) the cop asked me to try starting it. It fired right up and OMG the look on his face--which only got worse when I told him it always sounded like that.
2. The color was what I termed "German Industrial Orange". About the shade of the orange stripe on a U-Haul truck, and in bright sunlight just trying to look at it made your eyeballs try to seize up.
3. At the time, Washington license plates had a group of 3 letters and a group of 3 numbers. Don't remember its numbers...but the letters on the plate were CZR.
For a while, when I didn't have the money for gas or insurance, I had it parked at a friend's place. They went to check on something for me and didn't quite get the door shut all the way. When I reclaimed it I had to pull GRASS out of my floor mats! Like 3-inch-tall fresh spring shoots. Got it licensed, got it insured, wrecked it 5 days later :(.
In case anyone wonders why even I would buy a car like that, I got it at a lot where it was on consignment. The lot owner let me put my entire fortune of $300 down on it and pay another $100 as I could. When I made the last payment I told him I'd found out he was taking a $200 loss out of his own pocket to sell me that car (the only one on his lot I could even maybe afford) and asked him why.
"That man who brought you in to look at the car? I was watching his face while you and I talked that first time. He was going to kill you. I could not in good conscience NOT get you away from him if helping to do that was within my reach."
He died several years later, and I've always wanted a tiny like Hot Wheels 1977 VW Rabbit to make into a Christmas ornament in his honor. He was right. That guy would have killed me--it was the dude who is responsible for a back injury I have that's now old enough to go out and buy itself a beer.
As if this year wasn't bad enough, beat us to a pulp, took away too many heroes, The mutherfuckers are making it longer.
I shit you not, on the 31st they're adding a leap-second to the official time. They claim they have to do that to make everything accurate.
Bullshit, lies, there's no reason they couldn't do it on the first.
It will be added at 23 hrs 59 min 59 sec, UTC time which is 6:59:59 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, so we don't even get an extra seconds sleep
Woke up Black Friday to the less than charming realization that I had 2 dental abscesses, 1 on top 1 on bottom. Went to ER, where the doctor FREAKED OUT and yelled at me (in front of a witness!) when I asked for help with the (felt like a hot sautering iron parked forcibly between the teeth in both cases) pain because my regular pain meds weren't even touching this. He called my MD after swearing I would get NO HELP that way either. Funny how it was the nurse who came back with a prescription for pain meds...six whole pills, on Black Friday, knowing I had no access to my dentist or MD until the following Monday. No, the pain meds did not help (they were 1 size stronger than my regulars, which I did NOT take alongside them). No antibiotics. No aftercare recommendations.
Following Monday, I call to schedule the pain-contract-required followup with my MD, get an appointment that Friday. Call the dentist, and due to a data-transmission glitch between them and the pharmacy it takes me TWO DAYS to get Cephalexin, the go-to dental antibiotic. By Friday, when I see the MD with whom I signed the pain contract, it's clear the Cephalexin has failed. He puts me on Clindamycin.
Couple weeks later, finished the Clindamycin, still have pain in the lower jaw. Under a root-canaled canine. Another round of "now what" leads me to a referral from my dentist to an oral surgeon who takes my insurance--that canine has to go. So we drive 50 miles to the nearest surgeon who takes my insurance.
And that (SOOOOOO many unladylike words go here), also with a witness in the room, proceeds to:
Refuse me sedation--I'd have to wait SEVEN weeks!
Refuse me nitrous--my insurance doesn't cover it? $100 cash out of pocket???
Listen to me describe the terms of my pain contract and says, verbatim quote, "I know how pain contracts are written. I call bullshit." Remember--witness in the room!
Refuse to wait until the inevitable MASSIVE panic attack has subsided.
Give me 4 HUGE shots, jammed in fast enough to cause major tissue separation, 2 in the cheek and 2 into my gums, swearing I won't feel my face until morning; it wore off HALF AN HOUR later; my dentist's "lower grade" novocaine lasts like six hours!!!.
Proceeds, while I'm still crying and my witness is trying to get through to him what kind of panic attack this is (still ZERO sedation), to rip aforementioned root-canaled canine right out of my lower jaw. God, I hate that cracking/ripping noise. I swear I am never having another tooth pulled while I'm awake, and I damn well WILL freak out about it to get my way. He also appears to have removed a chunk of bone NOT infected by the abscess, as the front part of my jawbone at the extraction site is now gone.
Go back to my MD for another required follow-up--whether or not pain meds are administered, my extremely lenient contract requires a follow-up with my primary care provider/contract signatory medical professional after any ER or specialist visit that provides a diagnosis immediately. Things like imaging procedures, even the ones they have to knock me out for, aren't counted, but things like having a tooth removed by a surgeon do.
OMFG you guys...my MD is super pissed at this dental surgeon. Like, the MD put me on OXYCODONE pissed. The surgeon swore up and down that Medicaid, my insurance provider, would have "no problem" if I just double up my regular hydrocodone for arthritis and get an early refill. MD says "I am so glad you're smarter than that--they have a HUGE problem with what he told you to do. Here's what they don't have a problem with, oxy and more antibiotics! When you're done with the oxy, finish your regular pain meds and just call for your hard-copy prescription refill like always."
I'm back on regular pain meds. I'm not sure the antibiotics worked; the crowned root canal next to where my canine used to be is warmer than any of my other teeth, including the 2 other crowns (all done by same dentist). I have like 3 of them left to take. There's this side effect, though, when you have to take antibiotics for a while. You get non-bacterial infections more easily.
What is pissing me off this time is I appear to have fucking viral laryngitis out of nowhere.
At least I didn't burn the $50 Christmas boneless prime rib roast! It's our only wild holiday food indulgence in years when no one we know gets a deer they need skinned during hunting season; I have my own skinning knife, a bloodthirsty temperament, an unusual talent for disassembling Nature's beautiful creatures, and in return I always ask for the neck, one of the least desirable chunks of meat but OMG such a good slow-roast...
Oh, and the surgeon gave me back the tooth! Last time I had extractions the hack-job who did them said they were biological waste and illegal to give back. This time, he said "You really want it?" and I answered "Hey, it's mine." I'm gonna have it made into a suncatcher after I bleach it. Maybe I'll have the other pulled tooth I got them to let me keep years ago added in! ;)
I hear ya, I inherited soft teeth. Even though I drank lots of milk(I had cows), I can remember when I was about 12 my father sent me to the dentist. He said you have 12 cavities, I'll fill 2 and come back next week. The next week he said you have 11 cavities, I'll fill 2 and come back next week. WTF? This went on all summer.
It continued in the vein, 8 root canals, of which 1 blew up on a flight from Philly to Seattle, and another camping in the California mountains. Plus an extra cap for one my gym teacher broke. I swallowed that one the night before I got married the first time, but that's another story.
After continuous bullshit, when I was 42 I said take 'em out, all of 'em. The dentist resisted saying I was too young and when(if) I got old, the dentures would have worn my gums down too far for the dentures to be stable. He changed his mind when I started frothing at the mouth, blood shooting out of my eyes, and claws growing from my hairy knuckles.
That was 30 years ago and I haven't regretted it for a moment.
Bruce, if it weren't for my particular sort of TMJ, I'd already have a lower denture! My upper teeth are falling apart much more slowly than my lowers. Unfortunately, Medicaid says I can only have dentures redone once a decade, while the lower partial I had made like 3 years ago no longer allows my mouth to close and no longer sits flush on where my molars used to be--it barely touches my jaw on either side in that area, and sticking it down with denture glue won't help.
My dentist had a light-bulb-goes-on moment probably 5 years back. It was March, and I'd been in for a bunch of minor fillings & such the previous November. I told him he needed to X-Ray my mouth again, and he said the November images would do fine. I pushed and since I pay him out of pocket he caved.
TEN new cavities in five months. On a relatively low-sugar diet. TEN. The look on his face...I even took a photo of the X-Ray on the lightboard to show to my family.
My mom was like "Yup, you got my teeth." She currently has to have the last 2 remaining lowers extracted (in 2 weeks) as both are abscessed, and she just discovered that someone has somehow evaded a triple-count process at her pharmacy and has been skimming her pain meds. There are 20 less in the bottle than it was supposed to have. I guess more than just weak teeth runs in the family! She's got a pain med crisis in a state that despises elderly women (she's 68) AND pain medication use (she has osteo and rheumatoid arthritis, a Z-shaped lumbar spine with massive arthritis, lumbar scoliosis, fibromyalgia, an unrepaired torn rotator cuff, no ACL in one knee, and a half dozen or so other incurable pain sources). I've got viral laryngitis and no guarantee that the 2 runs of antibiotic have actually worked. I owe my dentist like $1500 and am deathly afraid that the next infection 'hot spot' in my mouth is under the crowned root canal he just had to fix in July because it popped entirely out of my jaw, post and all, while he was working on a different tooth entirely.
For the record, my dentist is highly competent. He's root-canaled 4 other teeth, 3 crowned and 1 small upper uncrowned because it sits at a 45-degree angle and overlaps a neighbor. ZERO problems other than the one popping loose. The crowned root canal on the other side of my lower jaw has never once given me trouble. I know one thing--I will NOT be going back to that butcher in Missoula. Ever.
ANNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDD the hits keep rolling in. I'm finally just about recovered from the Pit of Dental Despair, over the laryngitis, feeling about 75% like I do on my good days.
So of course the neighbor who does all our driving had to haul himself to the ER with severe abdominal pain at 5:30 this morning. It's now 1:00 in the afternoon and he's been shipped to a hospital in another freaking county for more specialized care of what is suspected to be an intestinal blockage. I have a "care package" of warm socks, fresh undies, and his preferred toiletries on its way to him and have only 1 step remaining in the "get the truck home before it gets towed" square dance of overly difficult details.
Meanwhile, I'm giving serious thought to taking up drinking again.
Well, the neighbor's home. It only took SEVEN HOURS for him to make it 60 miles. A friend came over to go rescue the neighbor's truck so the local ER wouldn't tow it; friend was supposed to drive the truck home. Turns out neighbor was getting discharged, so friend took neighbor's truck to go get neighbor.
And of course our friend went to the OTHER hospital in a college town of 100K or so. And then he had to get dropped off at his home, 7 miles north of us. In a near-blizzard. Leaving a man who'd had like 9 morphine shots in 2 days (and 4 Dilaudid!) to drive himself home. Their driveway is a car-eating ditch nightmare, and of COURSE the neighbor put his truck in the ditch. I got a text about waiting for a tow truck, and like an hour later the poor neighbor rolls in driving his truck!
By then, despite having apparently blown my left shoulder sleeping on it wrong, I had washed every scrap of laundry in the house--4 or 5 loads, because our water pipes were frozen for a week or so. This included washing and re-making the bed, and it also included some of the leftover heavyweight pain meds from my dental nightmare.
Good times, folks. Good times. This (unladylike word here) is what I call a "character-building experience." When ppl tell me I'm just such a character, I tell 'em it's because I've had so many character-building experiences.
...and I'm bitching about being cold.
Whoa. Sorry. How is everyone now?
"Sanders pointed to research showing some of the highest prices in the world for drugs are in the United States. It’s encouraging, he said, that 12 Republicans voted for the measure, and he hopes more will sign on following President-elect Donald Trump’s statement Wednesday that the pharmaceutical industry is "getting away with murder" for what they charge the federal government for drugs."
Should have been addressed when they passed the ACA. If they could limit/control what the Ins companies could make, why not Pharma, providers, manufacturers and wholesalers also? Is it just me that sees the idiocy in that? The others are still raping us and the only one "penalized" was the insurance industry. Why is that? Their costs are 100% a reflection of the others I mentioned. Its fucking stupid.
They didn't have the votes when they put together the ACA because pharma owns these bitches. It was one of the criticisms back then. In the intervening years the other party chose to make meaningless votes to end it instead of fixing some of the more obvious problems.
I'm running Windows 7pro with a virtual running windows XP and Outlook Express for my email. My computer decided to loose the virtual, my email, address book, and 80 prepared attachments for my Daily Dose. Tried restore back to 2010 with no luck.
Fuck a goddamned radio.
I hope Marconi is getting buttfucked in the mouth in one of your deeper pits of hell as I post this.
And to whoever is in charge of whatever we-must-own-them-all company that has royally fucked up radio from one end of the dial to the other:
I hope you get buttfucked to death by a goddamned gorilla.
Too much bullshit, and not enough music, on the fucking radio.
Radio can suck my balls.
I'm done with it.
Video killed the radio star.
Too much bullshit, and not enough music, on the fucking radio.
Radio can suck my balls.
I'm done with it.
Wow, you have got stamina. I had to turn off the radio 10 or 15 years ago. Or whenever I discovered bittorrents, whichever came first...;)
I turned my car stereo off in like 1995 or '96. See, the thing is I was living in a glorified flophouse kind of situation in Seattle-ish, and I was still pretty pissed at the death of hair metal (inevitable though it had become). I thought grunge was a terrible replacement. I've written elsewhere of this household, in which there were only 3 ppl over the age of 21, and out of those 3 there was 1 with a full-time job and no interest in household affairs (who was actually the homeowner), 1 with like 3 concurrent suspensions on his license and a car with a fried clutch, and...me and my 1979 Plymouth Volare Premier. So I got to take all the kids (ages 15-19) on errands and we were constantly bickering about my opinion that Pearl Garden In Chains didn't qualify as "music" and their opinion that the only local band I could stand, Queensryche, was a bunch of dinosaurs with nothing to say.
Didn't start listening to 'new' music again until the Oughts sometime, when I was properly introduced to Rammstein and later Evanescence. Now it's down to my computer playlist, 2 local radio stations--a classic rock and a 'f**k you we don't even have a live DJ and we'll play anything we can get the rights to'--and every once in a while something will get my attention in a movie and I'll buy a digital copy. Most recent example is 'Ticking Bomb' by Aloe Blacc, which I heard in Expendables 3. Oh, and when in Portland where I did about half my growing up, my neighbor's truck radio STAYS on 92.3 KGON, a station I have literally listened to my entire life. KGON is slightly older than I am and holds the US record for the longest continually operating station that has never changed call letters or musical format--they just went from playing 70s radio rock to calling 70s radio rock 'classic rock' and occasionally adding the best of the new music that comes along. It's one of the few things I truly love about Portland, so I keep it special by only listening to it while there even though I could stream it on my computer.
Gravdigr, I think you'd like the 'no live DJ' station around here. Yeah, commercials, but at least no damn talk shows.
As for the actual topic of this thread...the current Presidential administration is REALLY WORKIN MY TITS.
I'm on SSI disability, which means my brain's such a mess I'm never expected to be able to return to the job market. I've been keeping up on "health care reform" news...hoo boy. Affordable Care Act? Already gutted by a midnight budget vote that approved a Federal budget without ACA funding, 10+ million now without health care again (many of them little kids). Next target? If you guessed 'Medicaid' you are very wise. Their plan? Fixed funding to each state based on population (MT might have broken 1 million by now so we are uberfucked). Capped so it can't be raised to cope with changes in population or need. Patients required to pay pharmacy and appointment copays at whatever rate The Administration deems workable. Patients required to pay policy premiums for both health care AND pharmacy plans. Yeah, that's gonna be so much fun. After the half the rent & utilities I am required by federal law to pay on pain of having all my benefits suspended or revoked (possibly including a lifetime ban on re-applying!!!), I have a kingly $375 a month for everything I need. When my mom was put on disability in Oregon like 8 years ago, she had to give it up and go back to ruining her spine, because her premiums--which were taken off the top BEFORE she could pay rent or buy food--were $450. I'm guessing the cost hasn't gone down.
So I'm gonna see my MD and find out what drugs I really, really need (like the one that keeps IBS from tearing me in half with spasms) and what I'm going to have to do without (like painkillers) once I have to pay full cost because I don't anticipate being able to afford a pharmacy policy.
I'm building up a pretty solid hatred for the way this administration is handling...well...pretty much everything that excludes rich people. Washington, DC, you are in general pissing me off!
Oh, and after the "of course people who only get $725 a month to live on and are required by federal law to pay half to all the rent wherever they live can afford premiums", there's the brilliant plan to deny people like me access to Medicaid AT ALL if we do not actively, vigorously attempt to acquire not just a paying job, but a paying job that will lead to employer-paid health care. And because it's my brain that's broken, I may very well either be kicked from SSI for being "able bodied" or forced to reapply and go through the 'hope you can pay rent for FORTY MONTHS without income while we deny you (4 months) and then force you to wait for another hearing (up to 3 years). Survive on your own, because until that hearing you are NOT our problem.'
Affordable Care Act? Already gutted by a midnight budget vote that approved a Federal budget without ACA funding, 10+ million now without health care again.
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I'm building up a pretty solid hatred for the way this administration is handling...well...pretty much everything that excludes rich people.
I'm the parent and sole caregiver of a disabled son, so I too am quite interested in changes taking place in the medical coverage. I haven't seen the "gutted" news anywhere and the millions of children information anywhere except on some pretty sketchy alt-news options. Would you please share some links for me?
As for the "this or that might happen" Good to keep an eye on, but not good to get too upset on maybes just yet. I've been finding MSNBC and CNN virtually unwatchable lately. There is no "news" there, just Trump is the devil & the world is ending...
Anyway, would like some links if you have them about the changes.
And even if you don't like what happens, what the fuck can you do about? Seriously, all people can do is adjust as best they can, when things become reality. :(
working my tits
Never heard that one. Thanks.
Anyone who fails to see the writing on the wall is deluding themselves. Leopards don't change their spots.
Well, not really pissing me off, but...
My neighbor a couple houses up is tuning (I guess that's what he's doing) his motorcycle. Some Japanese thing. Last year I was talking to him, and he said he had just put $5500 into head work. It's a two cylinder, and he already had the heads. Yep, $5500 just in parts and labor. It's a pretty awesome bike. Extended swing arm, aftermarket body, hidden, teensy, unbelievably bright headlights/signals/brakelights.
And, as loud as it is, I have to admit, it sounds fucking awesome.
He rides that thing in the worst weather, too. It was single digits last year, and I heard him ride that thing to work at like 5 in the morning. Rain don't bother him, either.
His helmet has a red crest like a
Roman Centurion helmet.
classicman, I heard about the ACA-less Federal budget midnight vote in a radio newscast from a station back Eastward that my sweetie streams. I will attempt to look up information from reliable sources; MSNBC and CNN are currently regarded as two of the more biased sources on politics and are never used as source material here.
As for the imminent fate of Medicaid, I got that information from a medical journal, not a general-news site. Will try to find that link again.
Gravdigr, I got that saying from a friend years ago who totally personified the term "SO GAY." He was a blast--had a real way with language. Whenever his poodle was being just too much of a poodle, he'd yell "Barnabus, stop workin' my tits or it's kennel time!" Barnabus was convinced from the day he joined the household (at the age of about 7 or 8 weeks) that both the clippers and the kennel/crate were Satan's handiwork.
And today I'm pissed because my neighbor INSISTS I get right back on the physical therapy roster because my back's out so bad I couldn't lift the coffee carafe out of the sink to make coffee. And he's pissed right back because for some reason I'm not bubbling over with faith that a man who can't remember to tell the maintenance team that SIX OF HIS LIGHT FIXTURES HAVE NO WORKING BULBS can remember that I'm already in hot water with the PT folks because THREE adults with two working vehicles could not manage to get me there enough to finish my last 'scrip, which officially makes me a problem patient according to their computers. Once they start giving away your appointment-with-a-therapist times, you're a problem. Oh, and Mr. "You Need To Have Faith In My Ability To Help You Any Time You Need It" can't even keep his own ass out of the ER--two visits in three weeks, no cure for the condition, haven't even found a med to maintain him on yet, and I'm supposed to have religious levels of faith in his ability to get me to ANOTHER TOWN for PT???
I can't go back to the pool I can walk to. The clinic owner has now repeatedly been heard telling people who find the chemical-circulation current too strong that they should find a different clinic because the pumps are like $8000 a set and turning the current off for even an HOUR will ruin them. These are the pumps that gave me 5 soft tissue injuries in 4 weeks, motivating my switch to out of town. My other choices in town are: wait 3-4 months until the PT department at the hospital can fit me in, and then when my scrip is done I don't get to go back. Go back to the branch up at the fitness club and IF they still have the SSI discount membership that I used to have, try to find a time when there aren't a bunch of tweens playing in the PT lanes (despite PARENTS MUST SUPERVISE signs on all the walls). Go back to the public pool that I swore I'd never set foot in again after they blew every single state and federal medical confidentiality law right out their asses and got in seriously ugly trouble for it.
This is currently pissing me off so hard that despite all my other feelings about the activity, if they ever invent a surgery or a pill that CURES panic attacks, I'll damn well DRIVE MYSELF places. Until then, I have plenty of memory of how completely unpleasant panic attacks are at 75 mph and so no driving for me.
if they ever invent a surgery or a pill that CURES panic attacks
tell us about your ssri experiences
The grocery manager at work is a fucking wanker. And he's really, really stupid. but that's beside the point. Although stupidity annoys the fuck outa me even though I know people can't help it and you can't fix stupid
I'm pretty sure it's possible not to be a wanker though.
tell us about your ssri experiences
I spent 4 months with two. Fuck That! never again. I am now self medicating and am much the better for it. :fumette:
I just updated Firefox.
Goddamn my motherfucking soul to hell.
Why? Why would I fucking do that? Fucking stupidity, that's why.
Because I am a goddamned idiot.
Why, WHY didn't I just put a gun in my mouth?
Is it too late for Momdigr to have an abortion?
Goddammit.
What the fuck was I thinking?
I just updated Firefox.
And for what?
Fucking nothing.
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Oh hey, Grav, I hear you updated Firefox, an' shit. How's that workin out?
Doesn't Firefox auto-update?
Not if it's on my computer.
Oh hey, Grav, I hear you updated Firefox, an' shit. How's that workin out?
:lol2:Not tooooo goooood...
Now it doesn't work in new, different ways. <-- me after updating
GODDAMMIT my credit card number got stolen again.
It's fine, I'm not liable. But I have to cancel the card, and wait ten days to get a new one, and call all the recurring-charge people and give them a new number, and I always forget someone and have a declined charge and look like a freaking deadbeat...
Does this happen to anyone else as often as it does to me? We're talking at least once a year--and the last time was literally just four months ago. I'm not shopping at sketchy places. I have the stupid chip. What the hell?
:fingerscrossed: hasn't happened to me yet
But, there is forever another local story about someone putting a skimmer on an ATM or gas pump, or some starbucks employee found running someone's card the day after they got a latte at drive-thru...
They say if you enter your PIN, to cover the keys with your other hand, so if there's a camera on it, they can't pick up your number. I'm not only covering it, I'm practically doing sleight of hand. Did I hit the "7" or didn't I? Did I just use the thumb on my cover hand, or was that misdirection? You can't record the beep motherfuckers!
Is it possible to get, like, a visa gift card, not connected to the rest of one's life, and use that for the little daily transactions, and just put more money on it every month or two?
Why do you have to wait ten days? They overnight ours when this happens. Which is two times so far, I think. Once from a hotel in Canada and once via a skimmer in a gas station here in AA. Oh and once when I temporarily lost mine.
Part of me thinks there's like a single vendor who is repeatedly fucking me over, and I should experiment by getting another brand new card and putting just one thing on it. Then if it gets stolen, I'll know who did it. If I make it 6 months, I'll move one more vendor over and keep waiting. I will hunt these shitheads down like I'm Liam fucking Neeson.
:lol: they totally picked the wrong card number to rip off. They have no idea how afraid they ought to be. Go Fob!
The parents get a temporary, one-time-use number anytime they buy something on the web or over the phone.
It's a pain, but they ain't been got.
Yet.
Damn, that sucks. I've not had the problem, but like UT said, use a prepaid card not attached to your accounts. I recently got a US Bank Reliacard. Not only is it completely separate from your personal accounts, but I get an email & text the moment anything goes through - literally. I got gas at a Wawa yesterday and before I screwed on the gas cap and got in the car I had already received a text of the transaction.
I might be a little bit of a control freak, but that right there is the awesum!
I pay cash unless it's online, but I'm covered for anything I didn't buy.
GODDAMMIT my credit card number got stolen again.
It's fine, I'm not liable.
Does this happen to anyone else as often as it does to me? I'm not shopping at sketchy places. I have the stupid chip. What the hell?
I'm extremely glad to read you're not liable! My biker neighbor had his credit info stolen off a hotel room card key and someone tried to buy like $700 worth of telemarketing equipment with it. Luckily his bank's familiar with his lifestyle and spending habits and had denied the charge before even telling him about it :).
Doesn't happen to me as often...only about every other year when someone hacks a local business. I don't shop shady either. Like 80% of my card usage is at the same places: our favorite grocery store, the pet store I've been a customer at for so long I'm the only one allowed to take photos because they know I don't comparison-shop, the Mexican restaurant on the north end of town, and once in a while a thrift shop from among the 3 I usually shop at (there are 4 in town but I leave the 4th for all my donations because more than once back in the day I'd see something at a favorite thrift and debate buying it before remembering I'd donated it in the first place!). But my bank's zero-tolerance policy is that if a local business is hacked, first they reissue all customer cards and then they notify the customers. I like that they prioritize information safety, even if they do so to the point that my computer is too old to run a browser compatible with their online banking safety measures.
Doesn't Firefox auto-update?
Mine always has, but recently I've been having this issue where something claiming to be a vital Firefox update keeps hijacking my browser! I do not trust a browser hijack with no information about the nature of the update, so I have always hit Cancel and been able to proceed with my surfing just fine. Never happens more than once a day, sometimes only once a week.
Damn, that sucks. I've not had the problem, but like UT said, use a prepaid card not attached to your accounts. I recently got a US Bank Reliacard. Not only is it completely separate from your personal accounts, but I get an email & text the moment anything goes through - literally. I got gas at a Wawa yesterday and before I screwed on the gas cap and got in the car I had already received a text of the transaction.
I might be a little bit of a control freak, but that right there is the awesum!
There are 2 hitches I've run into over all the years with prepaid cards.
I got one once for the specific reason that I would be traveling, had promised to cover the motel room the 1 night we needed it, and I deliberately put more on the card than I knew the room would cost. Turns out it wasn't enough! Unused card with full original balance was rejected at the front desk. I called the phone number on the back and finally got to someone who told me the problem--the motel must have changed some policy somewhere and not told us. I called bullshit on the grounds that my neighbor had, back then, a
14-year history of trouble-free stays at the place and no they had NOT changed policies without telling us. He now has a 22-year history of otherwise trouble-free stays at the same place.
Finally the card people admitted the real truth: "We require a full 20% over the cost of the room to honor the card. It's to cover toiletries, vandalism, and missing towels." I snarled back that I did not enjoy being treated like a thief and that I hoped the call was being recorded because "this whole situation has pushed me into a panic attack that may require an emergency room visit in a state where my medical insurance is not honored and I do not believe this represents
appropriate customer service!" And with that I hung up on the poor service drone who had no authority to help me. The motel in question is in Idaho.
Also, while visiting the Oregon Zoo, which is built up the side of a very large hill, I attempted to use a different prepaid card to secure the deposit on a wheelchair for the biker neighbor. He has cerebral palsy and his feet are on sideways, so hills are bad. The card was refused because it did not have my name or photo on it. Now I just either take cash or grit my teeth and keep a CLOSE eye on my debit card. At least my bank is accustomed, after 8 years, to my sudden flurry of small spending 700+ miles from home every July. So far as I know they have never denied any of those charges :).
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH
youngest child and his complete inability to be a successful student and our complete inability to realize his complete inability.
that and cancer :(
Oh sucky McSuck! X
Sent by magic.
yech
:(
Hugs from over the pond.
Youngest just has to be the rebel.
And FUCK CANCER. And that goes especially for caretakers. The Heroes.
aw thanks, guys. Two more years to whip the little shit into shape.... ;) And chemo means I maybe won't have to do it alone so I shouldn't gripe. I should, however, go to bed.
exactly. Did you hear the hiss as I opened it?
I've had about eight hours sleep ...over the last two nights. I have to get up in 5.5 hours, so if I hustle, I might break my record for the week :D
so I shouldn't gripe
Fuck that shit. Griping is good for you. Releases the pressure valves, cleans the pores, improves digestion, all that stuff.
The ban on using lead shot to hunt on public lands has been repealed. Not "thinking about it" or "working on it". GONE. This means:
Lead in every major river system that flows through public lands.
Food banks in many states, including mine, will no longer be able to accept wild game that is donated by the hunter or seized from poachers, because now there will once again be a risk that someone's gonna make a food-bank deerburger and swallow a bunch of mangled lead pellets that survived the grinder because lead's softer than the steel grinder blades.
Lead buildup in every animal that doesn't outright die of being wounded by lead pellets or eating something that died of lead poisoning.
God knows what kind of damage to the families of avid hunters who may or may not keep their reloading supplies locked up with the actual guns.
Loss of vultures, some of the most frequent victims of lead shot poisoning, leads to carcasses rotting in place, which can spread disease among everything from ground squirrels (they're surprisingly omnivorous--my mom actually watched one stealing eggs out of her henhouse!) to bison, deer, and other "worthwhile" (read: Things Humans Like To Shoot) mega-fauna.
Possible repeat of the massive drop in numbers of all predatory birds, especially those that also scavenge. LIKE THE BALD EAGLE.
Makes me sick. I'm afraid the next thing they'll do is declare mustangs fair game for dog food ingredients so they can slaughter them all off PUBLIC lands and use those lands for grazing, fracking, and strip-mining.
This ban was in position for 6 weeks before being removed, so here is something you had no concern for ever, and suddenly it is a horror and abomination requiring paragraphs of outrage about poisoning bald eagles.
Did it only apply to the recent executive order not the 1991 waterfowl ban?
What about the deer killed by lead bullets, fired from rifles, as opposed to lead shot, fired from a shotgun, which kill many, many, many times the amount of deer that shotguns do?
I've eaten game for, literally, my entire life. I've eaten doves, quail, geese, turkey, rabbits, squirrels, all killed with a shotgun, and I've bitten down on the odd lead shot now and again. I'm sure I've swallowed well more lead shot than I am aware of. A person will not get sick (nor will he get sick and die) from ingesting lead shot. I suppose it would be broken down by the hydrochloric acid factory that is the human stomach, but if it doesn't, your poop is a little heavier than usual. Meh. You'd have to ingest an enormous amount of lead shot just to affect your body, much less do actual harm.
And with all the lead I must have consumed, I've never noticed any effect whatsoever.
Also, I've eaten game for, literally, my entire life. I've eaten doves, quail, geese, turkey, rabbits, squirrels, all killed with a shotgun, and I've bitten down on the odd lead shot now and again. I'm sure I've swallowed well more lead shot than I am aware of. A person will not get sick (nor will he get sick and die) from ingesting lead shot. I suppose it would be broken down by the hydrochloric acid factory that is the human stomach, but if it doesn't, your poop is a little heavier than usual. Meh. You'd have to ingest an enormous amount of lead shot just to affect your body, much less do actual harm.
And with all the lead I must have consumed, I've never noticed any effect whatsoever.
And another thing, I'm just about fed----Ooh, look! Shiiiiiiiiiny!
Lead in every major river system that flows through public lands. [COLOR="Blue"]A lot of that was already there. Probably. Lead does occur naturally, although I'm not saying it all came from Mother Nature.[/COLOR]
Food banks in many states, including mine, will no longer be able to accept wild game that is donated by the hunter or seized from poachers, because now there will once again be a risk that someone's gonna make a food-bank deerburger and swallow a bunch of mangled lead pellets that survived the grinder because lead's softer than the steel grinder blades. [COLOR="Blue"]Most food banks do not accept wild game, period. The food banks in my neck o' the woods only accept store-bought, packaged food.[/COLOR]
God knows what kind of damage to the families of avid hunters who may or may not keep their reloading supplies locked up with the actual guns. [COLOR="Blue"]What? Are you expecting the kids to go lead shot chugging when the parents are out?[/COLOR]
Possible repeat of the massive drop in numbers of all predatory birds, especially those that also scavenge. LIKE THE BALD EAGLE. [COLOR="Blue"]That was from DDT, an actual poison. Much different situation. And when steel, bismuth, and other types of shot were introduced (read mandated) in Cali and other areas, there was no real, discernible difference in the numbers of suspicious death rates of scavenging, or predatory birds in those areas. I could be wrong on this, but, I don't think I am.[/COLOR]
Makes me sick. I'm afraid the next thing they'll do is declare mustangs fair game for dog food ingredients so they can slaughter them all off PUBLIC lands and use those lands for grazing, fracking, and strip-mining. [COLOR="Blue"]You're a little late to this particular party. Well, they're not killing them all off, but, yeah, you're tardy.[/COLOR]
And what about the animals we
intentionally kill with All That Lead? Where is the concern for them?
And I'll shut up with this:
Have any of you seen, or heard of, lead shot in the bird poo that splatted on your windshield? Srsly. If there was this huge problem, wouldn't/shouldn't that be happening?
"...lead affects children’s brain development resulting in reduced intelligence quotient (IQ), behavioural changes such as reduced attention span and increased antisocial behaviour, and reduced educational attainment. Lead exposure also causes anaemia, hypertension, renal impairment, immunotoxicity and toxicity to the reproductive organs. The neurological and behavioural effects of lead are believed to be irreversible. "
http://www.who.int/mediacentre/factsheets/fs379/en/
Getting lead out of our environment is generally a good idea.
Lead is an actual poison.
Lead Poisoning Effects on Birds
Lead poisoning is a toxicosis caused by the absorption of hazardous levels of lead in body tissues. Ingested lead pellets from shotgun shells have been a common source of lead poisoning in birds. Other sources include lead fishing sinkers, mine wastes, paint chips, bullets and other swallowed lead objects.
Clinical/Field Signs
Lead poisoning is typically a chronic disease in wild birds. Sick and dead birds are usually observed in low numbers, if at all. Large scale mortality due to lead poisoning occurs rarely. Birds are often mistaken for cripples during or after the hunting season. Signs include: lethargy, progressive weakness, green-stained feces and vent (cloaca) due to bile staining, reluctance to fly or inability to sustain flight, and weight loss leading to emaciation. Severely affected birds often do not have an escape response but will usually seek isolation and cover, making them difficult to find. Green-colored feces can be seen in areas used by lead-poisoned waterfowl.
Lesions
Waterfowl are often emaciated with severe wasting of breast muscles, impaction of the esophagus and/or proventriculus with food material, and an enlarged gallbladder containing thick, dark green bile. Green bile staining may be seen in the gizzard and/or around the vent. The gizzard may or may not contain lead fragments. The diagnosis is confirmed by detecting toxic levels of lead in tissues, including liver, kidney, and blood.
https://www.nwhc.usgs.gov/disease_information/lead_poisoning/ Correct
Back to this. Maybe we should make a thread for Trump Administration stuff after we've hashed out whether its a real threat or a product of Trump Derangement Syndrome.
The lead story as passed around the net was largely untrue despite the fact that lead is a brain poison. My personal instinct is that Executive Orders should generally be considered unconstitutional so rolling back Obama's is necessary but ought to be followed up with appropriate legislation when the political will exists.
And with all the lead I must have consumed, I've never noticed any effect whatsoever.
"...lead affects children’s brain development resulting in reduced intelligence quotient (IQ), behavioural changes such as reduced attention span and [COLOR="Red"]increased antisocial behaviour[/COLOR], and reduced educational attainment.
:stickpoke :lol2:
Fuck that shit. Griping is good for you. Releases the pressure valves, cleans the pores, improves digestion, all that stuff.
Alex, "What is the spleen?"
I was initially outraged when I heard about this a few days ago, but then as I read the article I saw the same info UT relayed which is that it overturned a recent executive order. I felt a little manipulated and it annoyed me.
But that's not the purpose of this post.
I wanted to share this video with you of a guy in Utah who panned for lead bullets in an old quarry being used as an unofficial shooting range in order to get a bunch of lead he could use for big weights. I have seen panning for gold before in water, but never panning for lead without water. I think it's freaking cool.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lkw5UotuRbA
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I bet his lead levels are insanely high. The dust from the dry panning is filled with lead and he's not wearing a mask. Into the lungs, into the blood.
I wonder why he doesn't just sieve it at the site.
I bet his lead levels are insanely high. The dust from the dry panning is filled with lead and he's not wearing a mask. Into the lungs, into the blood.
He does lots of crazy stuff. In an admirable sort of way.
He plunges his bare hands into mercury. (He has a lot of that too.)
He inserted a small rare earth magnet into his finger so he could get a fifth sense of detecting north and electromagnetic fields.
Bites off pieces of sodium (without letting it touch his tongue where it would react violently.)
Joins that hoax mars mission project.
Stuff like that.
:stickpoke :lol2:
I see what you did there.:meanface:
I bet his lead levels are insanely high. The dust from the dry panning is filled with lead and he's not wearing a mask. Into the lungs, into the blood.
I wonder why he doesn't just sieve it at the site.
sieving/screening is just for size. He'd get all the rocks the same size too. He'd still need to sort by density/pan/crush, something. There *would* probably be much less dust though.
If he was serious about getting the lead, he should dig a pit, soak it with water then line the bottom with smooth stones about the size of walnuts to a depth of 3 inches. then pile dirt on top of the stones to a depth of about 6" and then build a fire on top of this. Not too big because you don't want to burn the lead. when the dirt heats up the lead will melt and drip down into the stones and hit the wet earth and cool. as the fire becomes coals, more dirt can be added by the shovel slowly enough that it doesn't put out the fire. After it all cools, remove the dirt/slag and stones, there should be a bunch of lead in the bottom.
That's my theory.
Or hire aliens for a dollar a day to do the dirty work. :eyebrow:
If they're smart enough to find and get to planet Earth, they might be able to handle lead abatement.
Maybe they could help
IthacaFrom the Ithaca link above...
An early customer was J.B. Duke’s American Tobacco monopoly, which ordered 10,000 guns in 1901. That enabled Ithaca Gun to double its operations with a 90-foot building expansion, according to the company’s historian, Walter Claude Snyder. Another less savory customer was Argentina’s right-wing government of the 1970s “Dirty War” period, which favored “Itaka” riot guns, according to a 1976 Ithaca New Times report.
I question the Argentine Government being "less savory" than J.B. Duke. :eyebrow:
Three years ago we went to Ithaca Falls and my son spent a long time splashing around in the pool below the falls. Nice place.
I cannot imagine an Argentine gov't "more savory" than, well, anything, really.
I can't think of anything "less savory" than J.B. Duke, tobacco king. :eyebrow:
Grown men bitching and sniping behind each others backs like teenagers, which is fine, like whatever.
But looks like I have to be the adult in the room and tell Queen Bee to shape up or ship out, which is a shame 'cause he's a nice guy and I like him
Forgetting son's appointment yesterday -$80 for no-show :(
Holy shit, that's an expensive no-show fee. I guess they charge you for the whole appointment.
The previous administration's unchecked narcissism has reached Trump-Level grandiosity and denial. I want to stab myself in the brain.
What.
She.
I.
Don't.
Even.
Sorry foot, do your best.
Forgetting son's appointment yesterday -$80 for no-show :(
Ouch.
Holy shit, that's an expensive no-show fee. I guess they charge you for the whole appointment.
yeah. and the insurance won't pay for fuck-ups so deductibles and all that become irrelevant
Still, apparently, I only have 1 hour and 21 minutes left to work this week, and still have fuckloads to do, so it's pretty certain that I will make that up in overtime
Thunderboi's English teacher again......
the "rubric" for the second big assignment is even more fucked up than the first. Not only were four parts of it due the day before it was even set, but there's shit like first do this (due 4/21) then this (DUE 4/20) then this (due 4/13)...... So we emailed her about it and she's "yes that's right, they're just guidelines to shoot for..... how in the fuck are you supposed to shoot for the day before the fucking assignment is set? and and and.... Does this English teacher understand the word "then"? aaaaaargh
English teacher, not math or logic which seem beyond her comprehension. I suppose it would no good to correct her. :(
Yeah, they really should have enacted No Teacher Left Behind first.
My brother is a department head in Engrish. He tells me the War on Teachers™ has pretty steadily reduced the quality of his applicants. Bright folks don't want to be abused by the politicians and press while trying to survive the first 5 years of teaching when the prep hours are horrific and you're more likely to be bumped in a layoff...
Maybe the pendulum will swing back a little when Betsy DeVos saves education from its unprofitably. :dunce:
Yeah, they really should have enacted No Teacher Left Behind first.
Heh. That's funny, right there, I don't care who ya are.
This school has some great English teachers. He had one last tri. this one is a Devos Special ahead of her time
This school has some great English teachers. He had one last tri. this one is a Devos Special ahead of her time
Confession: I just tried to figger out what Devo had to do with anything.:neutral:
:lol2:
Devos
Devo's
Like black lives and commas, apostrophes matter. :haha:
Dell's technical support team can LICK. MY. BALLS.
I have a hardware issue, either with the video card or the motherboard. It is 1000%, no-possible-alternative, crystal-clearly, a hardware issue. Dell support says we have to go through a few hours of diagnostics and OS reinstalls and "create a new user to see if it happens over THERE" bullshit. I already did all that troubleshooting myself, but they have a protocol, fine, I get it. We go through the rigamarole. Three or four times the guy asks me to describe again what exactly is happening, which is this spastic screen flickering and image rendering issue. He can't see it when he remotes into the desktop because it most reliably happens during bootup, which kicks him off his remote session. After checking everything else, he agrees it is a hardware issue, sends me a box, I send in the machine.
A week later I get my laptop back. They have replaced the LCD screen and the hard drive, neither of which were suspected to be the problem. Within an hour of beginning to set my machine back up, it full-on bluescreens. Fuckers. I try to keep going, the bluescreening gets worse, and meanwhile the flickering issue has not resolved in the slightest, despite being "checked for full functionality" before leaving the repair depot.
It now occurs to me to take my phone and record a video of the flickering issue. I do so, put the video on the desktop, and call IT support again. The woman wants to run diagnostics, refuses to watch the video I've helpfully created for her. After 30 minutes, at exactly the stroke of 7:00 PM my time, she has "internet connectivity issues." 5 minutes later I receive an email saying I can call back, give them this reference number because she is now off her shift. Internet connectivity my ass.
Shortly after, I get an email from the guy at the repair depot. "Just confirming that everything is working great! Reply if there are any remaining issues." Oh hooray, maybe I can skip the first-tier support bay and start with people who already know what's been done so far. I reply. He does not. I wait all weekend (really I was too busy to deal with any of this anyway.)
Monday morning. I open yet another chat session. I say please look at the previous logs. The problem is described in detail, and the failed attempts to solve it should be too. It's a hardware issue. They need to replace the video card and/or the motherboard. "Let's just check and see if we can correct the bluescreen errors first." FUUUUUCCK. YOOOOOOOU.
I ask her to watch the video. She ignores me. She spends the next 2.5 hours fucking around with drivers and diagnostics, then it helpfully bluescreens again. She calls me, I tell her what the error was, and connect her again. It bluescreens again. I tell her what the (different this time) error was, and connect her again. I ask her again to PLEASE just watch the video. She ignores me. She spends another 1.5 hours finishing her diagnostics, has me try to reproduce the flickering issue ("Yes, it's still happening." "Okay, try again now." "Yes, it's still happening." "How about now?" "Yes." "It's still happening?" "Yes." "Describe again what exactly is happening." "I took a video. It's on the desktop.")
She finally watches the video. "Oh. This clearly looks like it is a hardware issue."
NO. SHIT. SHERLOCK.
They're going to send me another box. So I can send it back to the repair depot and get the video card and/or motherboard replaced. Or maybe they'll decide to replace the memory this time, because why fucking not?
That would have given me a stroke.
I thought I was supposed to mellow with age. My temper is actually getting worse. And it was pretty bad to begin with.
Hey Clodfobble.
Motherfucker.
I have great empathy for you. I am that guy on the other end of the phone all day long, remoting into other peoples' computers... Dell fucked up, as you already know, all too well. I'm sorry you had to suffer that, as my friend. I can't do shit about Dell's culture wrt tech support. But! I suffer what you suffer too. I can't always fix it. Just today, my last call of the day, I eliminated a LOT of stuff it wasn't then told the customer, my customer, they should open a ticket with their vendor of their unique, industry-specific application. I couldn't fix it.
I'm really sorry, that is total bullshit.
eta:
Sometimes, like for gear that simply can not be down, the premium support contract from Dell can pay for itself. As you know, the hardware can sometimes fail. And as I'm sure you also know, it's usually not the hardware. But identifying the hardware problem by eliminating all the possible software possibilities can be an exercise in frustration (understatement). But the top tier pre-purchased support contracts have delivered for me, not FOAF, me, personally. I have had occasion to call Dell because the server that ran our email went taillights. I called them in the morning and I had a new server *that afternoon*. No shit. Now, I wasn't paying for the gold contract or whatever the name of the tier was, but trust me, there *is* a level of support that will take care of that shit. Posthaste.
Is it worth it? Well, that is the question. But I assure you, it exists.
Yeah, Mr. Clod's company has always had good support from their Dell contracts. I think most of it is corporate vs. consumer. It's not that they did a bad job (well, the repair depot didn't think too hard about the problem) but that they didn't listen to a word I said. At this level they have to deal with morons so often that they can't conceive of someone who knows a useful 30%.
And to be fair, it's not like I was on the phone with them for all those hours. I was intermittently cooking, working, eating, and watching a Maria Bamford special on Netflix on my old backup laptop while they were wasting their hours.
That kind of customer service is why people go postal.
The good news is, I'm sending my resume to Dell's technical support team!
:blush: :bolt:
That kind of customer service is why people go postal.
The good news is, I'm sending my resume to Dell's technical support team!
:blush: :bolt:
Seeking work as a postal carrier?
Pissing me off today?
I just broke a tooth.
I'm spitting out chunks of what feels like gravel and looks like it too, mixed with the occasional tooth fragments..
Goodbye lower-left-bicuspid. I'll miss you.
I gotta stop clenching my jaw. I, too, recently broke off the front corner of the most recently broken upper molar.
Like Kirk Douglas said in a movie I can't think of ATM, after getting (yet) another tooth knocked out in a fight, "I miss the big ones."
Pissing me off today?
I just broke a tooth.
I'm spitting out chunks of what feels like gravel and looks like it too, mixed with the occasional tooth fragments..
Goodbye lower-left-bicuspid. I'll miss you.
honeymoon over, pain begins. I want to amputate the left side of my head. jfc, it's passing in waves, I'm sweating, I can't sit still, then it subsides. repeat. ffucking hell, no dental insurance, I'm gonna have to pay full retail for emergency work, probably tomorrow afternoon. they're on the way home and they're open until 7 pm.
those pain meds I conserved from when I had the kidney stones? I'm not gonna pace myself so much anymore.
BigV, it's an epidemic.
What's pissing me off today is JFC, why do I always wake up with the symptoms of an abscessed tooth on Fridays???
My dentist isn't in on Fridays. Neither is my MD. We're currently in the middle of a transportation crisis (hopefully they fixed the truck transmission...and maybe we get it back by Monday...) and the case manager who might be able to help me score a ride to the dentist for an emergency exam and maybe better antibiotics...out of office on Fridays. Local "bus" requires an appointment time, 24 hours' notice (weekends NOT included), and probably won't take me that far north--they've already refused to take me to appointments in a town halfway between me and my dentist.
If I MUST have another (soooooo many unladylike words here) dental abscess less than 6 months after that butcher in Missoula ripped out a root canal I'm not even done paying for because it was abscessed, next time maybe can it wait for a Monday morning???
Oh, and the root canal was in a lower canine, which turns out to have been a keystone tooth keeping my bite reasonably level. With it gone, I have 0 chewing surfaces on the left, my jaw is tilting, and holy hell does TMJ ever hate that! My face hurts and the ringing in my ears is so bad I had to swipe my neighbor's noise-canceling headphones because I can't hear well enough using ordinary headphones on my computer speaker any more.
All of that crap is on the hands of one ER doc who yelled at me for asking nicely for help and booted me without even considering antibiotics, which ended up leaving me with an untreated abscess for a full 7 days, since I woke up on Black Friday with that dental nightmare.
This new one's just being a brat because it can, I guess. It's not even next to the now-absent canine--it's on the top.
For the record, I complained about that ER doc, because I had a witness to his highly unprofessional attitude and refusal to treat even after HE CALLED MY DAMN MD on Black freakin' Friday. They determined he shouldn't have yelled, but that there was no reason to prescribe me antibiotics for what even he said was a severe infection. I think come Monday I'm forwarding my complaint to the state level, since Monday's my deadline to do that. And if I ever have another emergency room worthy problem, if he's the only doc on duty we're going to the hospital an hour away because (you know which unladylike word) that guy!
...after that butcher in Missoula ripped out a root canal...
Is that even possible?:eyebrow:
Picasa is pissing me off.
I'm sure there's a legitimate, rational reason for why the last couple hours of work has culminated in a surprised, sour memory and no tangible result in my picture library. WTF.
I took a sandwich to work today as I will not be able to have proper lunch.
It's 9.30 and the sandwich is no more...
9:30 is almost brunch. Do you have access to vending machines? You know, those things that give you lots of calories, no nutrition, and no change. :haha:
Is that even possible?:eyebrow:
On a canine tooth, yes. If any of the dental work showed, I'd post a pic--you shoulda seen that jerk's face when I asked if they were gonna give me the tooth. They asked if I was sure I wanted it (and considering they'd refused me both sedation AND nitrous, I was regrettably clear-headed) and my answer was "Well, it is
mine!"
I'm still paying off that root canal. The emergency room doctor who refused me antibiotics on the grounds that you apparently aren't supposed to take mind-bending dental pain to an ER during a national holiday weekend has been found blameless in his refusal to treat with antibiotics. You just call your dentist even if he's out of town with his family for Thanksgiving and you don't have his number, apparently.
Grav, my dentist had the unique experience last year of having the tooth next to that canine, which is also root-canaled, pop right the hell out of my lower jaw, post and all, while he was working on a different tooth. Workmanship's not the issue; I have 4 other root canals, all by my usual dentist (not the one who pulled the canine), none of which have ever acted up at all--including the one that can't be crowned because of its small size and the fact that it sits at a 45-degree angle to where it SHOULD sit.
The really fun part is that now I need another root canal. Upper jaw this time, #12, which is next to the left canine one spot back toward the throat. My dentist won't do it because the root, it turns out, has a congenital deformity. It's BENT at the inside tip. I found a dentist who will do a difficult root canal and bill Medicaid, and I get to see him on the 24th. Should be fun...it's only a FOUR HOUR DRIVE not counting road construction delays.
Oh, and the neighbor who does all the driving is currently 3 states away. His dad, the titled owner of the Dakota that's been our transportation lifeline, is absolutely sure that since they finally had to replace the transmission that means the motor's about to explode or something. The bank will not work with him on a loan to buy a truck outside of Oregon, and they may very well refuse him the loan anyway. When they paid off the Dakota, the bank told him if he'd admitted the truck would go out of state with his son, they would have refused him the loan. This is a bank the family's been customers in good standing with for DECADES.
This is a bank
All the explanation we needed.
How can the freezer be that full, and there's nothing in there to eat?
There is not room to put a 16 oz bottle of Pepsi in the refrigerator, and there is no food in the goddamn refrigerator.
There is no food in the pantry. There's all kinds of shit that goes with food, but no goddamn food. Want a steaming hot bowl of peas? I can fix you up. Want a bowl of green beans? You can have them. Want something that is not a canned vegetable? Go fuck yourself.
This is gonna be a great fucking day.
That's why McWendyKing is successful, pantry full of food and nothing to eat.
See, one of you guys was supposed to tell me to get off my ass and go to da sto...But, nooooo. You'd prefer I feed my McDiabeetus...
Bastidges.:mad:
honeymoon over, pain begins. I want to amputate the left side of my head. jfc, it's passing in waves, I'm sweating, I can't sit still, then it subsides. repeat. ffucking hell, no dental insurance, I'm gonna have to pay full retail for emergency work, probably tomorrow afternoon. they're on the way home and they're open until 7 pm.
those pain meds I conserved from when I had the kidney stones? I'm not gonna pace myself so much anymore.
well, my denial has failed.
I have made an appointment to have the tooth fixed properly, will be close to $3000. I'm filling out the credit application today. I have health insurance, but no dental coverage. I don't have the strength to argue about the difference at the moment.
My jaw is swollen, my face hurts, I'm taking about one half an ibuprofen per hour. On Monday afternoon, the plan is to
1 -- ADMINISTER ANESTHESIA
2 - n -- who cares
n+1 -- wake up with repaired tooth (root canal, post, possibly build up, crown preparation, rx for pain meds and antibiotics,
n+2 weeks -- return to dentist for crown application. Have not settled on gold vs porcelain. Honestly, I'd prefer the most durable/compatible with opposing tooth. I was told by this dentist that the gold, being soft, can wear through in about twenty years. huh. And the porcelain is much harder. Which worried me since that means the opposing tooth is "softer". He seemed confident that his skill at matching the bite would mean minimal opposing tooth wear. Anyhow.
Immediately, the pain will be endured, and I hope the infection can be controlled before it spreads too far in my jaw. Right now, I'm poor company, and I'm not getting much done on the deck demolition project. Maybe I'll have a drink, and then we'll see.
$3000 for ONE TOOTH?!?!!!!!!?
[SIZE="5"]JFC![/SIZE]
Fuck that. Even with as few teeth as I have.
1 -- ADMINISTER ANESTHESIA
2 -- Rip that fucker out and throw it as far away from me as you can.
3 -- Here's $180.
4 -- Thanks for the hydro/maxidone scrip, hope to never see ya again.
That's how that shit should go. Ima go gum a raw tater now.
Yeah.
the four ibuprofen/8 hrs is now being supplemented by oxycodone. will contemplate fluid intake regimen with bourbon supplement. THEN I'll get busy with the circular saw, finish the fucking deck, then drive to the dump.
That's a good fucking plan.
I'll mention the following only because you didn't.
Cold packs/covered ice packs applied to the cheek over the afflicted area can go a long way towards relieving pain where the ibuprofen leaves off and to reducing swelling. Generally 20 min on, 20 min off; but, you can titrate for effect.
BTW, you're not anywhere near the max dose for ibuprofen; however, more than OTC strength puts it in Rx territory and you should consult your physician or dentist to ensure it's safe for you to exceed the OTC dosage in light of your individual medical history.
If you can take acetaminophen, it can be combined with ibuprofen for improved pain relief. It's typically done by alternating dosages every 3 hours. Take your 6 hr. OTC dosage of ibuprofen, 3 hrs. later the 6 hr. OTC dosage of acetaminophen, 3 hrs. later another 6 hr. dose of ibuprofen, 3 hrs. later another 6 hr. dose of acetaminophen ... etc. You should not; however, be taking ETOH with either of these.
Good luck 'till Monday.
[COLOR="Blue"]ETA: I see you've just posted about the oxycodone. That should make things easier. Still best to nix the ETOH. [/COLOR]
Great advice ... will only add, please don't do the oxycodone plus bourbon thing. Best wishes.
Was only half kidding about the ETOH. But, I'll forgo for now. I had heard of the ibuprofen / acetaminophen "cocktail" but didn't know anything about it. The oxycodone / acetaminophen says 5/325 on the label, I'm guessing that's the compound dosage for the one pill. In the past, during kidney stone season, I learned that it takes about 20-30 minutes for the pill to take effect. I took one at 210 pm. I expect it to arrive at my jaw aaaannny minute now.
sexobon, thank you for the coldpack advice. I will put that to use later when I'm back inside. I'm only taking a quick break at the computer here, then back outside.
Thanks everybody really.
Right. On. Time.
Thank you, miracle of modern pharmacology. I am *much* nicer to be around now.
Pain relief is a beautiful thing.
Better living through chemistry I always say.
The oxycodone / acetaminophen says 5/325 on the label, I'm guessing that's the compound dosage for the one pill.
You are 100% correct! 5 mg oxycodone, 325 acetaminophen (that part's pretty standard). My arthritis pain meds are 7.5 mg hydrocodone and 325 mg. acetaminophen, one of the most commonly used drugs in my area. In a couple of years, I'll have to switch to a different drug, but not a higher dosage thankfully. My old pain meds had codeine instead of hydrocodone, so once I get resistant to hydrocodone I'll ask to go back to the ones with 4 mg of codeine.
And now for what's pissing me off today.
1. My PSYCHIATRIC disability review was rejected. Evidently, my therapist of at least 5 years now AND my psychiatric prescriber for even longer aren't professional enough to have an opinion about my psychiatric disability! Soc Sec LOST the letter my MD wrote which I mailed in its own sealed envelope as it was given to me, but using THEIR return envelope and annotating THEIR cover letter to indicate it was supplemental information for my review. Now I have to find time to get to my doctor and ask him to write ANOTHER letter, so I made an appointment.
2. Which turns out to be the exact same day and time that I'm supposed to be a couple hundred miles away, on the far end of driving four hours each way to get a (really, really unladylike words) root canal. That's the closest specialist who looked at the X-Rays and decided they could handle the 30-degree dogleg bend in what's supposed to be a straight root. It's congenital and a real annoyance!
3. And my neighbor finally got home from Oregon with his new truck, and he's pissed too. They test-drove that battleship-gray bad boy all over the Willamette Valley and it did fine...but Oregon still has ssssslllllloooooowwwww highways by comparison. At eastern Washington speed limits (70ish on the routes he uses most) the front end started vibrating weirdly. On the frost-heaved 80mph byways native to Montana, he said it was like trying to steer an angry rodeo bronc; he nearly got pasted into the median 3 times when the steering wheel just about wrenched out of his grip. He is understandably SUPER PISSED, especially with only a week to get this figured out before that root canal road trip!
All the explanation we needed.
Well, either they remembered not to mention taking the new truck out of state or the bank stopped caring, so there's that not-horrible news...:yeldead:
Great advice ... will only add, please don't do the oxycodone plus bourbon thing. Best wishes.
Yeah, it's wise to know which meds (Rx or OTC) play well together. I tell folks they don't want to be the idiot original guitarist from Def Leppard who was dead on his own couch one morning when his girlfriend showed up to check in on him. Codeine and morphine, washed down with a HUGE bender with booze buddies. I refer to it as Suicide By Stupidity. I know the guy had problems (stage fright, panic attacks, and screwed up his back and arms pretty badly over the years) but ffs he was like 32 years old. And had already survived passing out after a concert in Minneapolis, where he registered .39 blood alcohol content in the ER and somehow lived.
Opiates/opioids and alcohol can both act as a respiratory depressant, interfering with the diaphragm until you pass out and slowly stop breathing, and when carousing in groups they like to help each other out. Not a good hobby choice.
Again : no coffee. Just threw the machine into the bin.
And : I'll get my share of open floor office end of the year...
I'll mention the following only because you didn't.
Cold packs/covered ice packs applied to the cheek over the afflicted area can go a long way towards relieving pain where the ibuprofen leaves off and to reducing swelling. Generally 20 min on, 20 min off; but, you can titrate for effect.
BTW, you're not anywhere near the max dose for ibuprofen; however, more than OTC strength puts it in Rx territory and you should consult your physician or dentist to ensure it's safe for you to exceed the OTC dosage in light of your individual medical history.
If you can take acetaminophen, it can be combined with ibuprofen for improved pain relief. It's typically done by alternating dosages every 3 hours. Take your 6 hr. OTC dosage of ibuprofen, 3 hrs. later the 6 hr. OTC dosage of acetaminophen, 3 hrs. later another 6 hr. dose of ibuprofen, 3 hrs. later another 6 hr. dose of acetaminophen ... etc. You should not; however, be taking ETOH with either of these.
Good luck 'till Monday.
[COLOR="Blue"]ETA: I see you've just posted about the oxycodone. That should make things easier. Still best to nix the ETOH. [/COLOR]
You left out,
Rub Some Dirt On It, Nancy. What kind of quack are you?
I'll get my share of open floor office end of the year...
I'm sorry to hear this.
I'm really liking our open plan floor. The claims floor has a really good energy to it. As you walk down the floor to the lift or drinks machine at break you're catching peoples' eyes and waving at each other, or rocking up to a different team area and having a quick chat.
The team areas themselves generate nice interaction and sense of camaraderie. You hear one of your teammates handing a difficult call, and the rest of you share a bit of a giggle- because we all know what that conversation is like - the person having that conversation may be rolling their eyes or miming suicide to the rest of the team - and someone is always asking if anyone knows how to do X on the system, or whether Y is covered under a particular policy definition.
There will be periods of intense activity and then when the pace slows down we have a bit of a laugh. Actually we have a lot of a laugh a lot of the time.
Well sure but you like humans, what about the rest of us?
You left out, Rub Some Dirt On It, Nancy. What kind of quack are you?
At least I remembered that telling him to bite on a bullet was contraindicated in this instance.
Mouse turds in the silverware drawer.
Mouse turds.
In the silverware drawer.
Yeah, you gonna die, mouse. And not well.:reaper:
time for ickle kitty, Slick would approve
Ya ever washed all your silverware, by hand?
Sheesh.
And the drawer too, I hope?
Wiped, washed, soaked w/Lysol. As was the silverware organizer. I woulda tossed the organizer, but it's oak, and the finish is still highly glossy, so it got the treatment, too.
Maybe we'll get by with no mouse-shit-transferrable diseases.
How many traps are set around the house?
One ol' fashioned neck snapper, one sticky trap.
I once found myself incredibly offended to realize that, while I lived in a place that had 27 feral cats spread between 2.5 acres of properties, THERE WERE MICE IN MY FKKN HOUSE.
27.
Feral.
Cats.
I put out neck-snappers, caught nothing with cheese, nothing with peanut butter and that's usually the go-to for luring those little vermin.
I had to use BUTTER. Not peanut butter, dairy-based butter! I realized that when I got up one morning, saw the little (so many unladylike words) dive under the top of the propane-powered stove, and saw the little teeth marks in a dab of butter that had gotten left out.
So if nothing else works, use butter for bait and see if that does the trick.
And what's actually up my proverbial butt today is this:
Okay, so a major restaurant chain, Chipotle (where my neighbor's parents eat at least once a week, often with other family members; we don't have one in this county and I'm not sure about the rest of the state), just announced a massive data theft from non-chip card readers. This has, understandably, weakened faith in the security of ANY system involving magnetic-strip cards (like the bank card I have, because my bank can't afford chip cards yet).
Also like my EBT benefits card, which is how I access my (no doubt doomed by this latest federal budget gutting all such programs for military and border wall spending) food stamps, aka SNAP benefits.
The state just decided it'd be a brilliant plan to require SNAP recipients to sign up with a THIRD PARTY, non-state-run website in order to be able to check their balance online.
For most people, it's annoying. For me, it's panic-attack-triggering. I'm supposed to trust some 3rd party, whose Terms of Service I read and really didn't find myself comfortable with, to track how I use federally-issued benefits? They already had that contained in a tidy little state-run app that's been working great for SIX YEARS. Now, despite the fact that the dental "surgery" last fall has permanently damaged my hearing even more, I get to start using the (unladylike words) automated operator before I can go food shopping. Every time I need to go food shopping, which is like twice a week when I'm still dealing with 3 different medically restricted diets on my shopping list! And between my terrible timing with conversations by phone and my hearing loss, it's the phone or hope nobody hacks this third-party benefit tracker!
And Grav, I feel your dishwashing pain. Literally. I washed ALL the dishes by hand for 30 years, from the time I was 10 and was informed that dishes were now my chore until the cracked, swollen, purple, bleeding knuckles were diagnosed as dermatitis eczema and my doc told me when I was 40 that I was no longer to be putting my hands in hot soapy water routinely if I didn't want my skin to start peeling off.
I'd love it if someone would invent an apartment-affordable dishwasher that didn't leave that nasty white sticky-oily scurf all over "clean" dishes no matter what soap gets used. My neighbor does use his dishwasher (we barely remember to run it a couple times a year for the sake of the pipes) and half the time I have to make him hand-wash that crap off because I don't care if YOU think it's clean, if I can scrape sticky crap off it I am NOT putting my food on it!
At least I remembered that telling him to bite on a bullet was contraindicated in this instance.
Thanks to my neighbor's addiction to old Western movies and my addiction to the current Marvel Cinematic Universe, I can say with much snickering "I understood that reference!"
I'd heard it all my life. Surprised the hell outta me (as I did not watch westerns growing up or later in life, they just don't do it for me) when I found out that bullet casings used to be used as dental crowns!
Brand new microwave.
1100 watts.
Big warning inside the door "ooooooowweeeee this here is a 1100 watt motherfucking monster. be careful! this cooks like nothing you have ever seen. you'll burn food. you'll get tumors. birth defects out the wazoo. beware this awesome motherfucker."
Now this morning I woke up, refreshed from a good night's sleep, and thought to myself "Self (that's what I call myself), wouldn't a nice, juicy, thick ground venison steak and some homemade baked beans be just delish this fine day?"
And then the microwave said [SIZE="5"]FUCK YOU![/SIZE]
A simple operation; put the frozen meat in the microwave, press defrost, press 1, then 5, for "pounds of food". Wait, whut? Just "food"? 1.5 pounds of frozen ground venison took 3 minutes and change on the Old & Busted.
On the new, technological marvel microwave?
[SIZE="4"]15+ minutes!!!![/SIZE]
Ok, Self, you read the buttons wrong. You misunderstood. :rtfm:Read the fucking manual.:rtfm:
The manual tells me to do exactly what I did. It also directs me to "stop the process every few minutes, and remove the defrosted portion."
I already hate this motherfucking turd. It's not been in the house for 48 hours. And I hate this fucking thing.
And there has not been a single button pressed successfully on the first try by anyone in the house.
To open the door, ya press a big damn button by the door. The spring behind the button has more pressure than the microwave weighs, so the microwave moves every goddamn time you try to open the door. Two hands to open the door.
Aren't things supposed to get easier/better/more with each generation of technology?:eyebrow:
Man. There ain't nothing like failure first goddamn thing in ya day to set the mood.
[COLOR="Sienna"]Fuck you, too, Panasonic. Your microwave is a piece of shit.[/COLOR] You better stretch that $150 bucks long and far. Because you ain't EVER gonna see any more of my money.
What did the online reviews for that make and model say?
They said that Gravdigr shoulda read some damn reviews, that's what they said.
Where was you when I was counting money?:eyebrow:
Catch any mice yet? We've had a minor ant invasion here. And the bathroom sink faucet is all clogged up. Annoying while washing hands, but forgettable as soon as you leave the room. It's been getting worse for a couple months. Might tackle that today on my extra day off.
Send it back. This is 'merka.
Catch any mice yet? We've had a minor ant invasion here. And the bathroom sink faucet is all clogged up. Annoying while washing hands, but forgettable as soon as you leave the room. It's been getting worse for a couple months. Might tackle that today on my extra day off.
Little tiny black ants? I get them every spring for about two weeks then they disappear for another year.
We have had very good luck with Terro bait stations to get rid of ants. They love the stuff and you get a thick trail of them going to the bait station. Then after a couple days, you don't see any more.
Catch any mice yet? We've had a minor ant invasion here. And the bathroom sink faucet is all clogged up. Annoying while washing hands, but forgettable as soon as you leave the room. It's been getting worse for a couple months. Might tackle that today on my extra day off.
Got him this morning, in the sticky trap. Looked like he'd been stuck there most of the night. Wasn't there yesterday morning.
Bashed him in his tiny little head w/a tiny little shovel.
Meh, he's out of my misery, anyway.
Ooooo. Damn. Up close and personal like. I use the white plastic kind with the pointy teeth. Put them on the perimeter baited with peanut butter. Snap!
I had 4 mice last winter. Now I have cats.
And yes, Bruce, the same kind. They peaked on the day of they party, naturally, but have dropped off. I may go get one of those Terro things just the same. There are still a few stragglers
If you go around under your cabinets with spray foam you can exclude them from getting inside the drawer area. I can't really explain it, I'm all sick with a flu or Lyme or some shit. I have to go to the doc tomorrow.
In any case, get a can of foam, take out all the drawers and spray up any cracks the fuckers can squeeze through. Also where pipes penetrate the floors. They hate 0 steel wool, pack some of that shit in there and then spray. Tell them I said to go fuck themselves.
If you're thinking about going to the doctor, it probably means you should have gone days ago. Go.
Catch any mice yet? We've had a minor ant invasion here. And the bathroom sink faucet is all clogged up. Annoying while washing hands, but forgettable as soon as you leave the room. It's been getting worse for a couple months. Might tackle that today on my extra day off.
Get Ortho Max in the red foil bag. Kills present ants and when rained on goes in soil and kills that spot for bugs for three months. By the way ants love young tender roots so spread in your flower beds. Spray Raid ant and Roach killer in your cabinets and while spraying say die you little fuckers. Die the death of a thousand swords you little bastards. Die die die.
If you're thinking about going to the doctor, it probably means you should have gone days ago. Go.
Spot on, Jim. :thumb:
I usually wait til I've been dead for a few days before I go to the doctor.
I'm with Grav, kill me first then take me to the doctor.
Probably Lyme. They took some blood, gave me some doxy.
Probably also have to see a northopedist about knee tendon weirdness. Fibular Collateral Ligament is all messed up on needle drugs or something.
At some point I have to write a rant about how the pharmacy I've been using is dead to me, but I have to get ready to chaperone a school field trip w/ the mm in the a.m. (i.e. sleep)
Probably Lyme.
That sucks. I'm glad you went though.
Fucking Lyme.
warm winters = tick population explosion
Good luck with the followup.
Catch any mice yet? We've had a minor ant invasion here. And the bathroom sink faucet is all clogged up. Annoying while washing hands, but forgettable as soon as you leave the room. It's been getting worse for a couple months. Might tackle that today on my extra day off.
We are under siege by at least 2 enormous "sugar ant" colonies (small and black) plus there's a 3rd colony of a different ant (3x the mass, mostly red) in the sidewalk out front...right where the ant-phobic neighbor parks :(.
I've actually got the nearby sugar ant colony largely under control, though. They keep building new exits, of course, but now that they're getting FURTHER from the apartment I don't bother those. What did this miracle take?
Diatomaceous earth from the feed store. Diatom shells are pure silica, and every species is shaped differently--many are pointy. Every time it rains and washes the DE away from the part of the garage floor that meets the parking lot, they tunnel back up, and every time I just bury the active exits (which stand out against the white DE quite nicely). We've gone from "kitchen is swarming and the crack in the garage floor is practically erupting ants" to "I haven't seen a live ant in this place in over a month."
There are down sides to diatomaceous earth use! As it is essentially microscopic glass, you can't leave it down indoors where kids and pets could get it in their eyes or nasal passages. And it will need to be re-applied if you sweep or vacuum it up. My mom also swears by it and says she's gone so far as to take the face plates off electrical outlets, put the DE in the palm of her hand, and use a straw to blow it into the walls! Outdoors will often require frequent re-applications in windy or rainy areas, but the stuff's cheap and at least there aren't any poisons in it.
For the record, I cannot use poisons on ants or any other buggy invaders. The maintenance department would be very upset if I screwed up the lawn in any way, plus the neighbor whose kitchen was under siege is highly chemical-sensitive.
Had my first encounter with ticks a couple weekends ago. Turns out I have a serious squick-factor problem with any kind of parasitic arthropod--I must've gone through my hair with a literal fine-toothed comb four times before I was convinced every little twitch and tickle wasn't a bug in my hair (shudder). No sign of hitchhikers, thank God. All the rocks from that trip either went thru the dishwasher or are still soaking in soapy water, and I quarantined my clothes in the washer while showering, then washed everything on Extra Rinse in the hopes of drowning the little jerks.
Now here's my thread-compliant post for the day:
FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY CHANGING THINGS WITHOUT NOTICE SUCKS BALLS, YOU GUYS.
We were informed yesterday that:
1. My sweetie has to decide whether or not to retain payee services (the reason our rent's been paid on time EVERY month since October 2007). The mental health center has been handling payee duties, but they're hemorrhaging money right now and so the Council on Aging is taking over.
If my sweetie retains payee services, they'll charge him the same, cut his monthly spending by half, force him to get a $49 check to his bank to cash EVERY WEEK because no, they don't do direct deposit, and they'll probably audit him. The thought of an audit makes him queasy at best.
If he doesn't, he has to suddenly come up with the emotional and mental resources (right in the middle of a massive medication switch-out) to handle all his own finances again. I can't be his payee and we don't know anyone who's qualified to be a private payee in this state.
2. Regardless of his choice, the way we pay our rent has just been declared illegal. It's been this way since May 2008, when I was put on disability--his payee issued the rent check in the full amount and was legally bound to make sure it was paid as close to the 1st of the month as possible, and I would pay him back half of that because SSI requires me to pay half the rent and utilities anywhere I live.
So this is now illegal, me paying him back, regardless of payee status (I've never had one), we think. It was a huge info-dump on our unprepared brains. We don't know if the new management team is allowed to have 2 people bringing in half-rent checks every damn month. If not, my sweetie may have to go without a payee so that a single check can still be issued every month, if we can find a way to be sure that doesn't cost me my health insurance while Medicaid is still viable.
I read every single terrifying thing Social Security sends me. I haven't gotten a letter from them since the beginning of the year when I always get a "this is now your per-month amount" letter. A little warning on "your rent payment plan is now illegal and can get you thrown off SSI for life" might have been nice!!!
FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY CHANGING THINGS [COLOR="DarkRed"]WITHOUT NOTICE[/COLOR] SUCKS BALLS, YOU GUYS.
We were [COLOR="DarkRed"]informed yesterday[/COLOR]
The information you received yesterday was notice.
Would you have been happier if you had received a letter two weeks ago saying "we're going to make some big changes, we'll tell you more in two weeks"?
Might have given a little more time to explore options.
Not if you don't know what the changes are going to be.
Not if you don't know what the changes are going to be.
"We have this plan, and it's going to be really great. A lot of people have looked at it and said it was the best plan they'd ever seen. We've got really good people working on it and it's a great plan, with a lot of really great changes. We're very excited about it and we know you are going to love it."
--i s all you need to know about the changes. :p:
Or, just build in a period of time between notifying affected parties with the details of changes to their income and housing status and those changes taking effect.
If the details have only been settled days before changes take effect that's shoddy planning.
"We have this plan, and it's going to be really great. A lot of people have looked at it and said it was the best plan they'd ever seen. We've got really good people working on it and it's a great plan, with a lot of really great changes. We're very excited about it and we know you are going to love it."
--i s all you need to know about the changes. :p:
This from someone who just offered to testify under oath. :lol:
So, not Lyme and no inflammation markers in my blood.
Still headaches, and joint pain. The energy level is fair to middling.
Emailed the doc about next step.
Well, that's good at least.
Old age? Depression? Worry about the future? Fucking EX?
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Old age? Depression? Worry about the future? Fucking EX?
Yes.
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Yes.
:D
Also:
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So, there's that, too.:o
Now here's my thread-compliant post for the day:
FUCKING SOCIAL SECURITY CHANGING THINGS WITHOUT NOTICE SUCKS BALLS, YOU GUYS.
Yes, that does. I'm dealing with it as well.
force him to get a $49 check to his bank to cash EVERY WEEK because no, they don't do direct deposit, and they'll probably audit him.
They are ONLY allowing my son to do Direct Deposit. There must be some miscommunication on your end. Also, if they aren't already, they have little to no interest in auditing you...or him.
SSI requires me to pay half the rent and utilities anywhere I live.
Not true either, not even close to true.
https://www.ssa.gov/ssi/spotlights/spot-living-arrangements.htm
I read every single terrifying thing Social Security sends me. I haven't gotten a letter from them since the beginning of the year when I always get a "this is now your per-month amount" letter. A little warning on "your rent payment plan is now illegal and can get you thrown off SSI for life" might have been nice!!!
I think you may be mistaken here as well.
American conservatives getting their collective gun boner on over the London attacks. That's pissing me off.
Note to self: stop watching Fox news clips on youtube.
SSI requires me to pay half the rent and utilities anywhere I live.
Not true either, not even close to true.
https://www.ssa.gov/ssi/spotlights/spot-living-arrangements.htm
from your link it appears she is right...
DOES WHERE I LIVE AFFECT HOW MUCH SSI I CAN GET?
Yes, it can. If you live in your own place and pay your own food and shelter costs, regardless of whether you own or rent, you may get up to the maximum Supplemental Security Income (SSI) amount payable in your State. You also can get up to the maximum if you live in someone else's household as long as you pay your food and shelter costs. If you live in someone else's household and don't pay your food and shelter costs or pay only part of your food and shelter costs, your SSI benefit may be reduced by up to one–third of the SSI Federal benefit rate.
American conservatives getting their collective gun boner on over the London attacks. That's pissing me off.
Note to self: stop watching Fox news clips on youtube.
The main premise of gun proponents is the ability to defend yourself from bad guys/gals, and the government.
That's why they are making noise about Brits can't do that, in the wake of this tragedy.
Maybe it's time for the British reaction to not be going into mourning, but get pissed and go into action.
Keep calm and carry on doesn't work.
from your link it appears she is right...
:eyebrow:
SSI
REQUIRES me to pay half the rent and utilities
anywhere I live.
No, they do not.
If you live in someone else's household and don't pay your food and shelter costs or pay only part of your food and shelter costs, your SSI benefit may be reduced by up to one–third.
Sorry, not a requirement.
Yeah but she loses a third of her benefit if she doesn't, so she must. You sound like a Republican. :p:
from your link it appears she is right...
The main premise of gun proponents is the ability to defend yourself from bad guys/gals, and the government.
That's why they are making noise about Brits can't do that, in the wake of this tragedy.
Maybe it's time for the British reaction to not be going into mourning, but get pissed and go into action.
Keep calm and carry on doesn't work.
Keep calm and carry on does work. As a response to terrorists, not being terrified is a good response - that is a victory.
I am a little pissed off by the general tenor of some of the US reportage on this. All this crap about us being 'under siege' and 'terrified'. Like we're all left cowering in our homes and scared of going out.
We are not. People in Manchester and London, and indeed every other major city are continuing as normal. We will not let this foster dire hatred and change our national sense of self, because a handful of dickheads decided to follow the ISIL death cult.
There's not much the average citizenry (or even police) can do to prevent a suicide bomber like in Manchester. The attack on London could have been significantly worse, had the response time not been so fast and had people not followed the guideline advice on what to do in the event of an incident.
All three terrorists dead on the ground within 8 minutes of the first 999 calls is about as good as it gets in terms of incident response.
the idea that a bunch of civilians carrying concealed weapons might have been able to deal with the situation quicker is all very well, except that if gun ownership followed the same pattern as in the States the majority of them would have no training, or minimal training. Knowing how to handle a firearm is one thing. Knowing how to handle a firearm in a high stress and rapidly evolving situation is entirely another. The area of London they attacked (Borough Market) is a twisty, turny place, full of street furniture and crowded with people. Even with most people cleared from the area and taking cover in restaurants and pubs, the highly trained firearms responders still managed to clip a by stander with a stray bullet.
I don't think Joe Bloggs, with his 6 sessions of firearms training and a few hours on the range would have been an asset - aside from the risk of him hitting a civilian instead of the terrorist, at that stage nobody really knew how many attackers there were, whether there were more coming from other places and what their intentions were - someone in a different part of the crowd firing a weapon would have likely caused further panic.
The police acted fast and with astonishing efficacy and the number of people seriously hurt could have been much higher.
I am sick to death of the finger wagging, gleeful attempt to characterise the citizens of my country as cowards and sheep because we choose not to routinely arm ourselves to the teeth.
There have been terrorist attacks in the US where guns are everywhere. There are how many school shootings in the US?
The gun debate only really resonates in the US. It's not a factor here and there are very few voices calling for a change to that. That does not make us complicit in our own victimhood.
Keep calm and carry on does work. As a response to terrorists, not being terrified is a good response - that is a victory.
Absolutely right.
Terrorists act on the same principles as internet trolls. Much more violently, but the motive is the same. They are looking for attention and a reaction. They thrive on fear. If you give it to them, they win. If you attack them and collateral damage hurts their community, then that spawns more terrorists because they hate you now too. It's like the Hydra.
Dana There, doesn't it feel better to get that all out instead of stewing about it and snide quips? :D
Keep calm and carry on does work. As a response to terrorists, not being terrified is a good response - that is a victory. ...
Absolutely right.
Terrorists act on the same principles as internet trolls. Much more violently, but the motive is the same. They are looking for attention and a reaction. They thrive on fear. If you give it to them, they win. If you attack them and collateral damage hurts their community, then that spawns more terrorists because they hate you now too. It's like the Hydra.
Absolutely wrong.
Terrorists want to kill you. They want to eliminate those who don't live the way they think people should live. They thrive on death. If they were looking only for attention and a reaction because they thrived on fear alone, they could do it without becoming martyrs. Fear is just a byproduct that they'll use if it's there. If you attack them and collateral damage hurts their community, then that spawns more terrorists because they hate you now too, why are their police and military attacking them.
British civilians have relinquished the ability to act in defense of themselves. Terrorists want to kill them and the civilian population obliges by dying without a fight. So what if they're not terrified while their people are being killed. A hollow victory.
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Yeah but she loses a third of her benefit if she doesn't, so she must. You sound like a Republican. :p:
MAY MAY MAY!!!! I've been through all this shit PERSONALLY.
You've got to stop feeding the fear. Its simply not a "FACT" - in FACT, SWIDT?, its a far cry from that. :3eye:
MAY MAY MAY!!!! I've been through all this shit PERSONALLY.
You've got to stop feeding the fear. Its simply not a "FACT" - in FACT, SWIDT?, its a far cry from that. :3eye:
Yes, it can. If you live in your own place and pay your own food and shelter costs, regardless of whether you own or rent, you may get up to the maximum Supplemental Security Income (SSI) amount payable in your State.
She was already assessed and the benefit determined, as long as she pays her share of the rent/food. If she can no longer prove she has the income to be able to do that, she will no longer be eligible for the maximum payment in her state. That's a fact jack, not fearmongering.
Yesterday we had 500 members. Today its 501. Who is the new member? No one tells me anything. Y'all would think my son LJ would keep me on the up and up. Tell me it is Trump who joined. This way I can talk shit and don't have to worry about getting audited.
It's 5,061 members, step away from the pipe. :rolleyes:
So there is a difference between 501 followers and 5,061 members? Seems to me that someone is not reading.
First of all, it's kind of lonely in here right now. And secondly, is this what you are talkign about?
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Am I a guest or a member?
you're a member, an officer and a gentleman.
Aw you are so nice[emoji4] .
Followers? We ain't got no followers. We don't need no stnkin' followers! We're all leaders. Many of the active user guests are search engine spiders.
We have had very good luck with Terro bait stations to get rid of ants. They love the stuff and you get a thick trail of them going to the bait station. Then after a couple days, you don't see any more.
Yeah baby.
That was a big hit
The fridge just died.
Fuck.:mad2:
If you'll forgive a little cross threading....
The bad news is the freezer died, taking a full load of once-frozen food with it.
The good news is the garbage can that I wheel to the street every week fits through the back door.
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And if you leave and then come back, you'll be remembered.
The fucking VA has pissed me off to the point of tears. I had an appointment today for dental to get my teeth. This was it no more waiting. The fucking assholes cancelled my appointment and didn't bother to tell me, so I drive all the way to Tomah Wi. 45 miles away. Only to find out my appointment was fucking cancelled. When I asked why I was not contacted she said "that's not my job" I left before I brought the roof down on that bitch. When I go off on people they call the cops.
After I got home the dental girl called me to reschedule and said the soonest I could get in was Sept. or Oct. but then she said that she would give me a referral to Veterans Choice and go to a civilian dentist, she calls me back an hour later to say "I'm sorry sir but you have to have your appointment here" now I get my teeth Sept. 26 at 9:00 AM. I left a message to the patient advocate, so maybe I'll hear from her next month. FUCK THE VA!!!
That's awful Fargon! Get the patient advocate on the case! Too bloody right! X
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Damn, sorry fargon. That sucks!
Damn, sorry fargon. That sucks!
So does fargon without his teeth :D
Sorry fargon couldn't resist it
I know I was wide open. Good shot, it is too true.
Wish I could send a picture.
This morning at 3:00 AM I was woken by a drunk threatening my neighbor Jennifer. The drunk is Bryce another neighbor that hates Jennifer for no good reason. We (Keryx and me) are tired of his drunken bullshit, along with everybody else. Last Monday night Bryce got drunk and trashed Jennifer's yard. When I told him his drinking was out of control he told me to go fuck myself, he does not have a drinking problem. And Jennifer is lying. He left Tuesday and got back yesterday, and started drinking the minute he got home. When he threatened Jennifer last night she called the cops, and he got arrested. Then the asshole is back 45 minutes later and threatened Jennifer and said he was going to get a gun and call the cops on us for smoking pot. She slammed the door in his face. Then he came over here to get into it with Keryx she put him in his place I hope.
The fucking VA has pissed me off to the point of tears. I had an appointment today for dental to get my teeth. This was it no more waiting. The fucking assholes cancelled my appointment and didn't bother to tell me, so I drive all the way to Tomah Wi. 45 miles away. Only to find out my appointment was fucking cancelled. When I asked why I was not contacted she said "that's not my job" I left before I brought the roof down on that bitch. When I go off on people they call the cops.
After I got home the dental girl called me to reschedule and said the soonest I could get in was Sept. or Oct. but then she said that she would give me a referral to Veterans Choice and go to a civilian dentist, she calls me back an hour later to say "I'm sorry sir but you have to have your appointment here" now I get my teeth Sept. 26 at 9:00 AM. I left a message to the patient advocate, so maybe I'll hear from her next month. FUCK THE VA!!!
I hate that you are so far away. I go to Sexton's Dental Clinic in Myrtle Beach. Get there at 7am and at 1pm have a new set for $218. Same day service. I have met people there from TN, KY, FL and LA. They go for vacation and teeth.
I get some bucks I am going to get a set of those bolt in teeth. My wife shall get a set first. Use her as an experiment.lol.
If you don't fill the ice cube tray that makes big ice cubes, it doesn't make big ice cubes.
And, then, later, when you've driven me to drink at noon, I don't got no goddamn big ice cubes to put in my drink.
...and out the door I went.[/Thorogood]
The continual shitstorm that is supposed to be amateur music-making for pleasure in the form of a local brass band.
Fuck 'em all sideways up the ass with the biggest :tuba:
So many excellent musicians have that really terrible problem where they just cannot possibly get along with other musicians. :(
My drummer friend who went to Berklee, but is on the spectrum, has turned off a good 80% of the local people he might possibly play out with.
My musical buddy was gonna try out a new bass player, very well known guy locally. Definitely knows his shit.
He wanted 75 dollars a night to practice. At the time they were learning a lot of new-to-them tunes and were practicing three nights a week.
And he was a complete and total asshole. Never even got the chance to get his guitar outta the case.
It seems to be a good musician, better than the herd, requires exceptional faith in yourself and your abilities. Anyone who might see a crack in that facade must be dealt with harshly and the most likely people to see a crack is other musicians. The people with no talent, like myself, are no threat to them.
I wish it was just about big musician egos (well, there are a couple in the mix!). Mostly it's about not being able to muster more than a randomly assorted (and different to previous and subsequent weeks) dozen or so of our 22 member to rehearse each week, meaning that gig planning (and rehearsal planning) is just not possible. Along with Mr L and I doing 75% or more of the admin tasks. Just four of 22 lift a finger to do anything for the band .... As I said, biggest :tuba: at the ready, sideyways...
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Mouse turds in the silverware drawer.
Mouse turds.
In the silverware drawer.
Yeah, you gonna die, mouse. And not well.:reaper:
I'm a nice guy, I like animals, I preserve and defend spiders, etc. But there's a time and place for all god's creatures. Tiny wild rodents like that--pick a place, any place that is not *my place*. If you're in my house, you're dead.
I watched a big fuckin' rat waddle across the patio, help herself to a kibble from the dog bowl
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'scuse me while I whip this out (reaches for mousetrap).
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but one, yummy kibble left, COME AND GET IT!!!!!!
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Spoiler alert--the rat dies.
I returned to the house and staked out the trap with the camera set to continuous. What follows is the death of the rodent.
It did happen. There are pics, action shots, trophy shots. At last count, I got two adults, four juveniles. And out by the garage, five mice. 11-0, my favor, not counting aaaaallll the fucking feces everywhere and the chewed up shit. Fuckers.
Along with Mr L and I doing 75% or more of the admin tasks. Just four of 22 lift a finger to do anything for the band .... As I said, biggest :tuba: at the ready, sideyways...
Exasperating, but not unusual, ask monster about water sports or glatt about scouts.
Every youth group, like 4-H, I was in just 1% of the parents supported it regardless of what they told their social circle. Later in various clubs it was always the same few people doing the work while the rest took the credit. We tried stopping doing the work until a crisis forced hand wringing and labor appointing, but that only lasted a couple weeks, 'cause people suck.
It did happen. There are pics, action shots, trophy shots. At last count, I got two adults, four juveniles. And out by the garage, five mice. 11-0, my favor, not counting aaaaallll the fucking feces everywhere and the chewed up shit. Fuckers.
He's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime
Exasperating, but not unusual, ask monster about water sports or glatt about scouts.
Every youth group, like 4-H, I was in just 1% of the parents supported it regardless of what they told their social circle. Later in various clubs it was always the same few people doing the work while the rest took the credit. We tried stopping doing the work until a crisis forced hand wringing and labor appointing, but that only lasted a couple weeks, 'cause people suck.
Yeah, well, we're going to stop doing any of it. Even the stuff that only Mr L can do. :( Probably the end of a group that's been going, against the odds, for 35 years ...
Yeah, well, we're going to stop doing any of it. Even the stuff that only Mr L can do. :( Probably the end of a group that's been going, against the odds, for 35 years ...
That's what it usually takes for someone else to step up and take over. I had to do that with an antique car club that I was handling publicity for. This was back in the days before email etc, when everything required phone calls, faxes, more phone calls. After being rousted for not listing our shows in some obscure publication (which nobody told me even existed) I brought all the contact info and listings I had to the next meeting and dropped it on the table. The member that handles this now does a great job. 'Course it's much simpler now with the internet thingy.
That's what it usually takes for someone else to step up and take over ...
Yeah. I hope so. And it is my experience that 10-12 years is about the limit for small, dedicated committees running special interest clubs/groups before a major bust-up of this nature.
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Here's a chance for you to form The Limey Group, available for private intimate gatherings, of hand picked dedicated musicians. Go on Scotland's Got Talent, tour the world, and become rich. A phoenix from the [strike] asses [/strike]ashes. I'd buy all your records. :yesnod:
I'm ahead of you there! :yesnod:
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Here ya go... :D
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I'm getting tired of the apartments I live at. It's suddenly OK to threaten people with guns, and blare crappy music that could be heard inside. All because our resident asshole decided he wanted to hear his crappy music 100 feet away. Somebody I don't know who called and complained, and now we can't smoke weed on the patio because asshole boy will call the cops. 2 Weeks ago it was drunken screaming at 3 in the morning, that's ok. To wake up the building and threaten to get a gun. I'm sick of the bullshit, and am thinking about moving. I guess it's ok to be a drunken asshole, but try to be friendly with people, and get fucked.
that doesn't sound good, fargon. Is it easy to find somewhere else?
Not on the river. Now that i've slept on it I believe the best course of action is let things play out. The people involved will probably not get their leases renewed, that means that we will have to listen to the drunken crap for a few more months. There goes the summer. I'm staying inside and away from people till they are gone.
Call the cops on the fuckers. Let them deal with them.
Sounds like somebody needs to hand that bastard his hat. And maybe his bags.
Call the cops on the fuckers. Let them deal with them.
Well someone called the cops on me. And I got a ticket, for $284.00. All I have tried to do since we moved in here is get along, and now that has come up and bit my ass. Because I'm friends with the lady in 12, and people don't like her they called the cops on me. I don't know what she did to piss people off, other than get yelled at and threatened with a gun. It's OK to be drunk and out of control, but not to try to get along.
FUCK THESE PEOPLE!!!
Walla Walla Washington was nice the last time I was there.
What did you get a ticket for?
What did you get a ticket for?
Possession of marijuana, and possession of paraphernalia.
See, pot is dangerous should have got drunk and waved a gun around and you would have gotten a ticket. ;)
By the way, run out and buy a Ford made in Mexico, they've found a bunch of them across the midwest with the spare removed and the well filled with pot.
I love pot. I wish I had some right now, but I am in the quit smoking mode right now and am shying away from all smoke. When the time comes I shall purchase a quarter and be blissfully unaware for another year.
South Carolina is the leader down here selling medical marijuana , marijuana oil in the vape shops and farmers growing hemp. They say the oil is less than 3, but that is all we got in the 70's. Then it was for taste as well as the high. Red or black Columbian and Acupulco Gold was just plain heaven.
What happened to that shit that it is not available anymore. I bet Trump wakes up strolls out on the veranda and smokes a fat doobie then gets on Twitter.
A quarter = a year? :eek:
The heck of it is, that the guy that called the police has eaten my food and smoked my weed. All I have done is make an effort to get along, and it comes up to bite my ass. People will not let it drop, I was just outside and Jennifer the woman in 12 that Karl hates will not let it drop. She has got her phone sounds turned all the way up and she is texting with her boyfriend at 4:00 AM outside Karl's bedroom window. She is going to make him run his AC all the time. He asked her to turn down her phone a couple of months ago and she did, to preserve the peace. I can't go outside because people will not leave me alone. This feud is getting out of hand. And I'm stuck in the middle of it.
A quarter = a year? :eek:
Ok a pound, but I would have to travel again. heh heh.
Man, I'm sorry Fargon. People are nuts. To quote Joe Strummer, "God sure baked a lot of fruitcake baby, when Adam met the Eden lady." Time to find a more private situation.
I hate hot weather. It rained for a few days and got down to 90. I am a fair weather biker and have not ridden in 2 weeks.(old fart)
I remember living in N. Jersey. August was the hot month. I didn't know that where Jim lives that it is just as fucking hot there as it is here. At least I don't sit on the porch when it is 30 in fucking January. I am out riding.
Power went off just before 11 last night, off and on 3 times in less that a minute then gone. Had to finish my drink by flashlight and straighten out my PC this morning. :(
Thought I was gonna hafta tie this dude in knot the other night. I don't think he realized just how hot, and serious, I was when I told him to STFU, and GTFO. He stuck his hand in his pocket when I got up right in his face, damn near nose to nose. I told him that what ever came out of that pocket better be something he wanted to get beat to death with. I don't think he had anything in that pocket. It'd been hell if I was wrong, though.
Another guy that was there said I took a pretty heavy hand with the guy, seeing as it wasn't my house, and all. I told him that the owner wasn't there, I have keys to the joint, and paid for part of the fucking place, and if he didn't like he could leave, too. He admitted none of it was really any of his business, but he would inform the owner what went on. I offered him my phone, and said "Speed dial #3, or push the face button and say "Call Joe."
He declined.
This was almost a week ago and I'm still a little pissed about it.
BTW, first dude is like five-ten or eleven, weighs all of 140 lbs. And 135 of it is mouth. I don't know how he's lived this long.
I don't know how I've lived this long.
People, man, pfft.
Some people take "Run whatcha brung" too far.
Funny, man.
Thought I was gonna hafta tie this dude in knot the other night.
Was alcohol involved? :rolleyes:
Forget the porn thread. Where are the skimpy almost neked bikinis or the revealing dresses on women. Remember dresses? Women don't even wear a dress to church. Whats the use of dropping my Bible if I can't glance a beaver? How can I be popular on a motorcycle forum if I can't flash a maid in skimpy attire once in a while? I don't have a 'puter. I have to depend on the preverts here in the real world. Oh the ingratstitude.
Was alcohol involved? :rolleyes:
Oddly enough, no. Well, I got good and drunk later. No sense letting him spoil
all my fun.:)
I'm finding I have less and less tolerance for people as I get older. People just suck.
Prolly gonna bite me hard one of these days, too.
Do you work? Disability? I imagine you could live down thisaways cheaper than up there?
It snows about every 10-15 years.
Ok Jim tx me last night and said make a wish. Gee I don't know, a few thousand bucks, a pound of kush? No I never think of material things or even pray for myself , but others as they come first at least to me anyway..
So I made a wish, it wouldn't come true it never does for me. He said he is riding his Harley to Charlotte for his birthday.
Yee hah is what I wanted to say. What I said was....
Are you fucking nuts!!! Temps are like a blast furnace this year. No no and no. We went back and forth. He bring the bike on a trailer. Jim wants so bad to ride with me. I told him I will teach him.lol.
Mostly I told him to drive his Jeep and forget the bike. I haven't rode mine for 3 weeks. So anyone else live down south can tell him something. I don't want him to die and I would much rather drive to Charlotte then ride there.
For his daddies birthday.
Don't know when his Dad's birthday is, but this heat isn't going to last forever. And if you stay in the mountains, it might be tolerable.
This is in the Piedmont. I think I ride my bike. Hot shit weather this weekend, but 88 Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday with maybe thunderstorms in the afternoon. Its only 3 hours to Charlotte from here, but I doubt dad lives there. No one but welfare lives in Queen City.
Do you work? Disability?
If that was for me...
I used to trim/remove trees. One day this dude says 'I want to buy you out of business.' I says 'You can, if you want to bad enough.'
He did.
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Other.
People's.
Children.
Thanks to my downstairs neighbor, I am now severely allergic to smoke. As in, if I get over-exposed, I may lose the ability to breathe. My awesome biker neighbor is extremely concerned about this.
There is a 3,000+ acre wildfire burning just a little bit north of where I live. Official firefighting policy, as announced last week, is "we're building miles of firebreaks to protect high-value private properties. Everyone else, wait for rain." Which, at this time of year, should be here around about MAYBE mid-September.
All three of my allergy meds are failing. My MD's options are limited to advising me to get out of any fire-prone area until autumn, which is going to be a tad bit impossible on my budget (currently about $275 a month once my bills are paid). I would have to go to my old stomping grounds, northwestern Oregon or the Puget Sound area, to make this happen. My health insurance will not go with me. At least three of my medications are illegal to mail.
Yesterday, biker neighbor was trying to respond to a hard, urgent knocking on his front door. He thought it was my roomie trying to get me emergency help. He fell on the hip he's probably having replaced in September, also nearly ripping a 2-inch strip out of one of his tattoos in the process. To clarify: he was already walking with a cane and spent most of the rest of yesterday in bed. And the 2-inch strip that DID get ripped out of one of his arms missed his favorite ink by about 2 millimeters.
It was some f*kkin jerk kids who don't even live here. They came up and cop-knocked my door too. They run around with the spying, tattling 7-year-old who calls the downstairs apartment with the awful neighbor 'home' now because she's spent more time there in her life than with her actual mother. This whole group of kids are now stealing things, throwing rocks at windows, teasing pets, and treating our concrete-and-steel staircase as a playground when there is an ACTUAL PLAYGROUND open for their use right across the street.
My biker neighbor thinks his getting hurt is going to be sufficient to get the new management team off their asses to inform parents that even guests' children ARE NOT to be unsupervised on the properties. Seeing as how that hasn't worked yet in the 10 years I've been here, I'm flat out of optimism.
I have a referral from my MD to see an immunologist to find out if there's anything medically possible to keep me safe during fire season. If I'm lucky, I might get to see her by Christmas. With nothing but breezy, dry, 90-degree days on the foreseeable horizon weather-wise, nobody thinks I have nearly that long.
The only kid we're sure isn't involved, ironically, is the older of the 2 who actually DO live in this building--he's currently super-mega-grounded and hasn't been allowed to play with the problem kids in almost 2 weeks.
Thanks to my downstairs neighbor, I am now severely allergic to smoke. As in, if I get over-exposed, I may lose the ability to breathe.
You'll be just fine though, because smoke is an
irritant and not an
allergen.
Breathing is involuntary, and unless you are subject to enormous amounts of smoke, you will continue to breath.
All three of my allergy meds are failing.
That is because smoke is an irritant and not an allergen. The meds would be effective if it was an allergen.
Might not be an allergen - may well be a trigger for asthma
May also trigger paranoia.
It was diagnosed as an allergy multiple times starting when I was in my mid-teens, and until last week the meds given for it (Benadryl, Flonase, Levocetirizine) were managing the symptoms. They simply stopped doing so. The symptoms presenting did NOT include respiratory distress of any kind--it was dry, itchy eyes, suddenly clogged nasal passages, sneezing, and skin itching. When my asthma (diagnosed in 1981 and re-diagnosed repeatedly since) kicks in, I cannot draw a deep breath and I wheeze like an old steam engine. Albuterol stops this, but has no effect on the reaction to smoke.
I also have an "adverse reaction" to opiates and opioids--if I don't take an anti-emetic first, they come back up before having a chance to dissolve. I stopped taking them (from 3x daily to manage arthritis, spinal damage, and connective tissue inflammatory pain) on the advice of my MD. He said emergency only, limit 1 per day.
The last one I took had no effect at all. No pain relief, none of the "yep, that's a narcotic" high I have always gotten when suddenly taking pain meds again after any more than 4 days without (I'd gone 6). My thoracic spine is now damaged, I have osteoarthritis in my hands, and have had systemic connective tissue inflammation my whole life. My typing has gone from 60+ words per minute to maybe 30 on a good day since I had to quit the painkillers, and I can no longer cross my index & middle fingers or close my hands completely. Both were possible 3 weeks ago.
And I'm still pissed about the non-resident kids. The one who now tells people she lives downstairs (with her great-grandmother and no one else) was one of the ones messing with my roomie's bike to the point where he had to lock it in our garage. Yesterday, as I was putting the blanket back at the bottom of my neighbor's front door (because weatherstripping replacement is NOT on the management's to-do list), that kid looked at me and said "DON'T touch MY bike." By some miracle, even when I was still so angry I was shaking, I limited my response to "I am not the one who touches things that do not belong to them, because that is RUDE," and slamming the door in her face.
I'd really like the downstairs neighbor to move out. I lived here 3 years before that kid was even conceived and I am sick to death of being treated like the intruder here. Biker neighbor, the one who has to use a blanket because they won't replace weatherstripping, is going to management today about several things, her crappy attitude, using resident kids' toys without permission (she's been known to climb over porch railings to get what she wants), tale-carrying, lying, and spying among them.
Undertoad, as for the amount of smoke, there are at least half a dozen LARGE wildfires burning up and down the Bitterroot (to the west of me about 2 miles) and Sapphire (to the east about 30-ish miles maybe?--there are no direct connecting east-west highways near here that I'm aware of) Mountain ranges. And a new one just a few miles west of us. We're not to the point of "worse air quality than a bad day in Beijing", but that has happened several of the 13 years I've been in this valley.
The flip side is just as rare and entirely glorious. One year, "fire season" consisted of one tiny fire in July, extinguished the same day it started, and one tiny fire in a very dry November that was also out by nightfall on the day it started.
It was diagnosed as an allergy multiple times starting when I was in my mid-teens
wull how long ago was that? They've figured more stuff out:
http://www.beyondallergy.com/indoor-allergies/allergy-to-smoke-myth-or-reality.php
In the early 80s, researchers assumed that smoke triggered an allergic reaction, because rats and rabbits exhibited such response in the presence of smoke. Furthermore, if we look at the plant of tobacco itself, in fact at least 3 allergens have been identified.
However, with further advances in science, it was possible to demonstrate that smoke does not initiate an allergic reaction in humans. Although symptoms may be identical to allergic rhinitis, technically, smoke is not an allergen, but an irritant that causes allergy-like symptoms. Allergens need to be protein-based for the body to recognise it as an intruder, but smoke only contains ash particles from burning the tobacco leaves (with any allergens present destroyed), which are not identified by your body as a true allergen, because they’re not made up of protein.
This is supported by the fact that people experiencing blocked nose and watery eyes after exposure to smoke do not get any relief for their condition with antihistaminic treatments.
Undertoad, the most recent diagnosis was earlier this year. And up until last week, I very much DID experience relief using antihistamines. Until last week, a single 25 milligram dose of Diphenhydramine stopped the congestion and eye issues not addressed by the other meds 80% of the time, and the other 20% stopped with a second 25 mg. dose.
Updated info on irritant response vs. allergen response as pertaining to my situation...
I spoke yesterday with a medical provider whose reaction to smoke is quite different from mine. She said she's known multiple people whose response to smoke could only be alleviated by antihistamines. Hers (severe headaches) is alleviated by keeping smoke-filtering air purifiers in every enclosed environment she uses--office and home. I'll be trying to find one of those this month because I'll give anything helpful a reasonable shot.
As for the kids, now that a tenant has been injured by the actions of kids (many of them, sadly, short-term 'visitors' from the local abused-families shelter) who do not live in this complex, we're to call immediately if there is any further trouble during business hours. And she let slip that the spying, tale-carrying little brat whose parents ditch her downstairs with her great-grandmother four or five days a week is NOT on the lease and thus does not have the right to just do as she damn well pleases.
That means next time I try to go take care of my injured biker neighbor and the last 3 or 4 risers of our steps are covered in toys, garbage, and half-eaten food, we call the manager. The manager is very much aware that I have increasingly serious balance issues, and it's in EVERYONE'S lease that kids are not ever allowed to play on the stairs, even the bottom 3 or 4 risers. Guess my menfolk and I are the only ones who actually read our leases before signing!
Also, I note that your quoted material stating that smoke cannot be an allergen is ONLY talking about tobacco. The smoke we get around here is wildfire smoke--it's full of oils from coniferous trees, assorted compounds from toxic plants, and we've had occasions where entire insects roasted to ash have fallen only to collapse at the first touch of anything but air.
And blanket statements about human health are a very risky thing. We do not come with FORD stamped on our foreheads; not all our parts are interchangeable because the singular truth about humans and health is that one size does not fit all. If all humans were truly medically identical, I'd have the correct number of ribs, for starters--and, as verified repeatedly across my life using X-Rays, I am missing the lowest, smallest pair entirely and am also missing one of the next pair up! Until a vertebra count established that fact, it was thought I had half an extra rib, and for years I had friends who called me Sparerib. My mother, on the other hand, has a normal rib count...and a Lumbar 6 vertebra that is NOT part of her sacrum. My spine has no L6, transitioning normally from L5 to Sacrum 1 (fused to the rest of the sacral vertebrae as is also normal).
I secretly know that you just want to wail and wail, and get no input from others, but my alternative is to silently judge and I'm not sure I should do that.
You know an awful lot for someone who isn't my doctor, isn't my therapist, doesn't have to live in my brain, and doesn't have to live in my body.
I'm done being told every single thing I have learned about my own health in the last 40 years is wrong by someone who can't even check my medical records.
Goodbye.
Yep, you sure do know everything about how my brain and body work, unlike my therapist, my MD, and myself.
Undertoad, it seems like all you ever do is tell me I'm a bad person and I'm wrong about everything I say.
I'm done.
Goodbye.
But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint,
And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud.
You don't know how it feels,
You don't know how it feels to be me.
It's a bit odd to get on someone's case for complaining in THIS thread.
Eventually I hope to piss everybody off, but that was way too easy.
May also trigger paranoia.
And nightmare scenarios spun out of the thinnest of concerns.
I'll be trying to find one of those this month because I'll give anything helpful a reasonable shot.
All these allergies/irritants/breathing problems, and it's never occurred to you to try an air cleaner/purifier until now?:eyebrow:
But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint,
And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud.
You don't know how it feels,
You don't know how it feels to be me.
But let me get to the point - Gloom, despair, and agony on me
let's roll another joint - nonono, allergens/irritants/anxiety issues/I might like it
And turn the radio loud - no, no loud sounds/bangs/bumps in the night/I haven't had a Xanax in over an hour
I'm too alone to be proud - n/a, bikers, sweeties, neighbors' kids on the stairs, which they will no doubt be falling down any second, breaking their necks and everyone else's who happens to be driving by, and it'll all be placed on her insurance, and she'll have to move to Botswana where no one will pay her rent
You don't know how it feels,
You don't know how it feels to be me. - Yes, yes we do. It's terrible. It's awful. It's whatever is worse than anyone else has ever experienced
Goodbye.
I'm done.
Goodbye.
Toodles.
Oh come on guys, this isn't fair. It's certainly not kind.
This is the shit that is going on in Snake's life, from Snake's perspective. And this is the thread where we vent about the stuff that's pissing us off.
If you don't like Snake's posts here, or you find the approach irritating, why not just skip to the next person's problems rather than nitpicking,challenging and mocking. None of which will be remotely well received by someone who has just felt the need to vent because their shit's getting on top of them (whether or not you consider their definition of said shit to be valid).
*nods*
There - I thought it, then I said it, and now I'm exiting stage left to go watch Vikings.
What if her venting her nightmare scenarios is what's pissing us off? Is it yet another case of "everyone else matters, but not you guys"?
I guess we could all just post "I'm pissed off about the stuff that pisses me off."
That way nobody else gets pissed off at what pisses us off.
I'll start.
I'm pissed off about stuff that pisses me off.
Is it yet another case of "everyone else matters, but not you guys"?
.
Yet another case?
Grav, man, you want to vent about snake's posts, you go ahead. I just thought the way several people rounded on snake in this particular thread seemed a little unkind.
... I just thought the way several people rounded on snake in this particular thread seemed a little unkind.
I thought they were arguing with her just so that later they could have make-up sex.
That's why I argue with you.
I just thought the way several people rounded on snake in this particular thread seemed a little unkind.
It
was unkind.
I thought they were arguing with her just so that later they could have make-up sex.
That's why I argue with you.
It's why I argue with my hand.
This is the shit that is going on in Snake's life, from Snake's perspective. And this is the thread where we vent about the stuff that's pissing us off.
If you don't like Snake's posts here, or you find the approach irritating, why not just skip to the next person's problems rather than nitpicking,challenging and mocking.
I am presented with problems, I try to
solve them, whatever that requires. But I also believe that's not what she really wanted.
http://www.webmd.com/mental-health/munchausen-syndrome#1
Listen, I am losing my patience with people with fake medical problems. And I'm not going to apologize for that. Because now I am at the age, we are all at the age, where we are seeing friends with horrible real health problems, and we are starting to get them ourselves. I have several friends dying of cancer, my college roommate has ALS. I know it's just the beginning.
She found a place she could vent, and after a few posts you know what to expect. If you don't like it, don't fucking read it, or put her on ignore, but bullying doesn't help and makes you look bad.
Bullying!? I'll make you a deal, if you bullied shawnee out of here, I bullied Snake out...
If you don't like it, don't fucking read it, or put her on ignore
She had the same option with me!I doubt very much that this is a case of Münchhausen - I suspect it is more a case of inaccurate or outdated diagnoses for a range of complex and overlapping health issues.
Here's the thing though - if someone does have Munchhausen syndrome - then that is real to them. That is, in itself, a problem that person has to deal with.
Everybody's cross weighs heavy for them. The fact somebody else is carrying a bigger cross doesn't change that. That you have friends coping with serious illness does not negate the fact that someone else is stressed by their own shit. And that is what this thread is for.
And as for this:
She had the same option with me!
Bit different - her posts about her illness were not directed at you, they weren't designed to challenge you - they were just someone venting about stuff getting them down.
You find that person's shit irritating and so you launched a challenge.
But here's the thing- if your life has been bounded by illness it is difficult for that not to become a defining part of who you are. You carry it with you. When someone challenges those diagnoses that you were given, rightly or wrongly, it can feel like a very personal attack, because it is effectively an assault on part of your self-identity.
I have experienced that - where i have found myself feeling like I needed to defend my illness and my diagnoses, to justify that part of my self identity when it was under 'attack'.
It serves no purpose whatsoever getting on snake's case- all you've achieved is making her feel shit and like she's under attack - for what gain?
I'm sure we'll all feel much better once we've got the make-up sex underway.
Actually, one last quick point then I'm done and we can get busy with more pleasant endeavors...
The purpose of this thread, as I understand it, is to provide a space for people to vent about shit that is pissing them off. When someone is wanting to vent - that is usually, in my experience, the least welcome time for suggestions on how to fix the problem.
Helpful suggestions, or someone try to reframe your issue in a less negative light, or offers of new information that may contradict some of what you are experiencing clashes with the venting frame of mind in a really unhelpful way.
Rather than welcoming the new input, that input feels more like a threat or
attack on the validity of your suffering. That can put your back up, make you feel attacked or dismissed, make you feel combative, and suddenly we're in a confrontation.
The person venting seems to be defending their problems, fighting off any attempt to make things better - so clearly they must want to feel shit - they must want their trouble to continue - which then becomes irritating as fuck to the person listening to them vent, and steadfastly refuse to listen to reason, or take on board helpful suggestions. Which puts their back up. Maybe makes them feel hurt or rebuffed. So they are combative, and now disbelieving of the other person's pain, because clearly they are choosing to hold it tight and protect it.
And now we're having a major fucking row.
I see this happen so often. I've been on both sides of the equation. If someone wants to vent, just let them vent. Chances are, they are not wanting you to fix their problem. Not because they like their problem, but because at that time their intention is to express what has happened/is happening not to seek solutions. When the focus is output, input can be difficult to accept.
Bullying!? I'll make you a deal, if you bullied shawnee out of here, I bullied Snake out...
She had the same option with me!
Shawnee only received return fire, but she just underestimated my artillery... several times. She should have learned after the first time... or second... or third.
Reading the latest medical research findings, even from just reliable sources, the understanding of how the body works and interacts with shit, changes constantly. But what they are usually doing is further refining what they already know happens, to the whys, wherefores, and exceptions.
In 1800 they knew a heavy weigh dropped on your head would kill you.
In 1900 they knew what happens in your head when it kills you.
In 2000 they know hundreds of electrical, chemical, and physical happening when it kills you.
Someone suffering from long time troubles, even if some are psychosomatic, or they've learned just the rudiments of causation, even if they are wrong about the cause, it still fucking hurts. All the scientific links that say it shouldn't don't help a bit.
I've been through this with my doctor. Fortunately we have great respect for each other which allows for this conversation.
It hurts.
The condition you have shouldn't cause that to hurt.
But it hurts anyway.
OTOH, sometimes it's not the venting that rubs people the wrong way; but, the perception that it's being sensationalized. Whether intended or not, it can come across that way.
3 page tail post removed. I hate when that happens.
It pisses me off, actually
But this is the thread for venting and no member is required reading... except elspode.;)
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Honest to God, I was getting ready to quote your original content just to say "FTW".
Gravdgr said the same thing. Use his post
I'm not in the mood anymore. Your editing pissed me off. :lol:
One stinking sentence.
She left after one stinking sentence from me.
All I'd previously done was ask a few questions. Reasonable questions. I think I asked her about three reasonable questions the whole time she was here. (Which IIRC she successfully ignored until someone else prompted her?)
So it must have been very important for her to protect her right to misery.
Or her right to victimhood, but you take it for whatever you think.
One stinking sentence. (It wasn't even that bad.) And not only does she leave, she emails me and asks me to delete her account, and then asks to be banned. To me that's a huge tell!
Bullying. One stinking sentence. Good fuckin' lord. Does anyone remember what this place was like before, oh, say 2012?
You want I should crack some skulls and remind them, boss?
Actually it was 3x posts by you. First pointing out that she was wrong - because smoke is an irritant not an allergen. Then a second confirming the above - after Snake got a little irritated by your assertion which contradicted what she understood about her condition, then when your confirmation of that assertion was also met with an irritated response, you made a third post - this combined with other people making similar points made it seem like a pile on.
But hey - let's not all fight about this. Worse things happen at sea and all that.
If pointing out that people are wrong is wrong, I'm out!
One more thing. The idea that this is a thread where people just rant and we can't reply was never a thing.
That is ex post facto!
(which is in turn a terrible pun)
If I am ever wrong, I want people to steer me in the right direction.
Throwing a rope to someone in a hole is recommended and is not the same as throwing a boulder on top of them. I think UT threw a rope, but snake felt like it was a boulder. Who is wrong in that situation? I'd say nobody.
Some people would say you are supposed to climb down into the hole with the person and keep them company, but while I understand where they are coming from, I am skeptical. It might be appreciated, but who does it help?
It only helps the hole get bigger
I'm sure we'll all feel much better once we've got the make-up sex underway.
Extra points for trying.:o
Shawnee only received return fire, but she just underestimated my artillery... several times. She should have learned after the first time... or second... or third.
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I'm sure it helps you to believe that, but you were totally out of line, way beyond anything rational. Trumplike. To say that "'sledgehammer to crack a nut' would be an understatement", would be an understatement.
And the board is poorer for it. I don't even check in every day any more because it's three posters replying to every fucking thread and nothing funny*. which is mostly what I came here for. I suspect I'm not alone in that.
Go ahead, return fire. The only thing I really care about atm is beest and he doesn't come here any more either. same reason.
*except the occasional gem from grav and nob and maybe one other poster
I'm sure it helps you to believe that, but you were totally out of line, way beyond anything rational. Trumplike. To say that "'sledgehammer to crack a nut' would be an understatement".
Nut with a sledgehammer? Fuckin A. If I disagreed with her, instead of argueing her position she'd attack me tooth and claw. Nobody gets away with that. I even tried to be tolerant sometimes if it was just a snide remark, but she seldom stopped there. Snowflakes shouldn't play with fire.
And the board is poorer for it. I don't even check in every day any more because it's three posters replying to every fucking thread and nothing funny*. which is mostly what I came here for. I suspect I'm not alone in that.
I had the same problem with you as another poster, it so happened we would be on the board at the same time almost every day. So I was usually the first to post and they took it as picking on them.
So you would rather let the board sit idle because people aren't posting?
Go ahead, return fire. The only thing I really care about atm is beest and he doesn't come here any more either. same reason.
Return fire? I can't return fire until you fire first. All you've done is express your opinion on my interaction with Shawnee, and the way the board has been going. I don't see that as a personal attack on me or anyone. I wish more people would state their opinion rather than slinking away.
*except the occasional gem from grav and nob and maybe one other poster
Just because you're a citizen now that doesn't negate you came from a culture who think Peter Sellers was funny.
If I am ever wrong, I want people to steer me in the right direction.
Throwing a rope to someone in a hole is recommended and is not the same as throwing a boulder on top of them. I think UT threw a rope, but snake felt like it was a boulder. Who is wrong in that situation? I'd say nobody.
Some people would say you are supposed to climb down into the hole with the person and keep them company, but while I understand where they are coming from, I am skeptical. It might be appreciated, but who does it help?
I don't really see it in terms of right and wrong, but more in terms of usefulness and effectiveness.
If you try throwing a rope and the person in the hole acts like you threw a boulder, then maybe that's the time to just leave them to it.Not in a nasty way - just recognise that the person you are trying to help, clearly doesn't actually want you to help - in that moment they're just venting.
I just don't see much point in pushing it in that situation - the person venting ends up feeling under attack and so does the person trying to help them.
Everybody ends up feeling like a bag of shite and for no gain.
That is true but let me be annoying and state it another way.
The most sexist thing that I have ever said, but will continue to say anyway, is:
Women WORRY about problems. Men SOLVE them.
I try to Don't Worry, but, I'm still working on Be Happy.
Whoever is doing it, worrying doesn't do anything. If you can get by without it, well, it's just one less thing to do.
Worry motivates me to solve problems. That is to day, when I have anxiety, I worry on how to eliminate it.
I got thrown out of a bar [strike]in New York City[/strike].
Words were exchanged, and Billy Joe Badass decided to throw hands. He didn't connect, either time. The guy what runs the joint told Billy Joe to leave and not come back. He told me to leave and come back tomorrow.
Get
this happy horse shit:
When I got to the bar yesterday evening (I'd been sitting at the bar literally two minutes) the manager comes around, asks how I'm doing, then asks if I'd come back to his office. In his office he proceeds to let me know he's had to ask me to leave the bar twice, and if there's third time he may have to bar me from the bar.
That shit ran right fucking all over me.
I sat there for a minute. I was kinda stunned, to be honest. I grew up with this fellow after all. We're pretty close to being actual friends, and I don't got a lot of them.
He asked me "What're ya thinkin'?"
I said "I've had to defend myself from physical assault at least twice in this establishment. I'm thinking that the next time I have to defend myself from assault in your establishment I might just take the ass-beating. [I can take an ass-beating, too.
Lots of experience.] Call the cops. To the bar. And then sue this place out of existence for not providing a safe environment for its patrons. Drag
everybody into court, waitresses/witnesses, managers, bartender/witnesses,
owners. There are no bouncers. There is no security. There are security cameras, which will prove anything in court, including me defending myself."
His turn to be stunned for a minute. I get where he's coming from, don't get me wrong. But he's not threatening/punishing the right guy in this situation, he's threatening/punishing the guy that's available.
So now I don't feel like I can spend my money there w/a good conscience. And that's pissing me off. That doesn't hurt Mr. Manager, he gets paid the same if I'm there or, not. The only people it hurts are me, and the lovely bartendress that won't be getting my tips. She won't miss 'em, I'm sure, but, it will be $50 bucks or so a week out of her pocket. Besides that, I like the place.
At least four times this year, I've seen the manager come up to guys sitting at the bar, and ask them to help get someone out of the bar. So, stay tuned friends and neighbors, maybe you'll get to read about me getting my ass handed to me. I know
that'd make several of you happy.:)
Prolly sooner than later.
I think I'll change the name of the place to The Bucket O' Blood.
That sucks big time, it's not fair. Does the manager feel you're provoking these guys making you the problem?
Maybe he's been hogging the bartendress' attention to the ire of other patrons. :eyebrow:
That sucks big time, it's not fair. Does the manager feel you're provoking these guys making you the problem?
He didn't say as much, but, I kinda felt the "Trouble Magnet" sticker when he pasted it to my forehead. I really don't start shit, but, I cannot deny being a smart ass. It's a personal failing and a major character flaw. I
am getting better about it, though.
Once, ONCE, this guy was really loud, talking into his phone right next to me, cussing out his wife/girlfriend/mother/daughter, I don't remember what it was about, but I asked him "What'd she say?" after he paused his ranting, and then a minute laterI asked "What'd she think about that?". Dude told me to mind my own business, in those exact words. Then I responded with "Then quit hollering your business into my ear and all over the bar."
That's what started
that one.
Plus, the numbers work against me. I'm there literally 3 - 7 days a week. Since the place opened. So odds are something's gonna happen involving yours truly sooner or later. A lot of those times I was first one in, and last one out, too.
Not once has any trouble at all come from what I'd call 'regulars', wonderful ppl like myself who are there a lot. The trouble almost always has been the ppl stopping in off the interstate, or ppl who rarely come in.
Oh, and there was a screaming fit Baby had in there once. It was directed at me in return for some perceived slight or another. It happened there because that's where I was when she found me. Heh, she called me everything but a white man that night, good times.
That's prolly not good for business.
It ain't just me, either, I've seen a lot of shit go, or almost go down there. And the other couple bars in town, too. It's like...shit happens in bars.
All this bar talk and fighting talk's got me all het up, now.
Ima go beat off to
Roadhouse.
You should get free beer for providing entertainment. ;)
But it seems to me that 3 to 7 days, and opening to closing, is a recipe for sclerosis.:yelsick: Take care of yourself, OK?
What you said to that guy was a smart alec thing to say - but it wasn't a deadly insult, or affront to his honour - it was just a smart alec thing to say. He had the option of giving you the finger and then ignoring you. Instead he chose to swing his fists.
... But it seems to me that 3 to 7 days, and opening to closing, is a recipe for sclerosis.:yelsick: Take care of yourself, OK?
Do you think his tissues are going to start hardening from sitting on a bar stool for too long?
Perhaps of greater concern would be
liver cirrhosis.
That's what I said, but don spel gud. :haha:
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It ain't just me, either, I've seen a lot of shit go, or almost go down there. And the other couple bars in town, too. It's like...shit happens in bars.
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Why, I *never*!
Actually, I think I'd buy you the next beer or two for takin care of shit. *I* don't want to hear that crap either.
:beer:
Instead he chose to swing his fists.
That wasn't the recent incident...We just got kinda loud that time.
You should get free beer for providing entertainment. ;)
But it seems to me that 3 to 7 days, and opening to closing, is a recipe for sclerosis.:yelsick: Take care of yourself, OK?
Well, Monday thru Thursday they open at 4pm, and close at 9pm, so it's not quite as bad as it sounds. But thank you for caring enough to say something.:)
Once, ONCE, this guy was really loud, talking into his phone right next to me, cussing out his wife/girlfriend/mother/daughter, I don't remember what it was about, but I asked him "What'd she say?" after he paused his ranting, and then a minute laterI asked "What'd she think about that?". Dude told me to mind my own business, in those exact words. Then I responded with "Then quit hollering your business into my ear and all over the bar."
To be fair, that's some funny shit.
Dear pineapple, and squash:
GTFO of my stri-fry.
Fuck you very much,
Gravdigr
Fucking fear-driven gas shortages. Not an actual shortage, but idiots thinking there will be one, assholes literally filling garbage cans full of gas in the back of their trucks. Half the stations out of gas, the others with a line 12 cars deep.
And I'm down to 1/8th of a tank.
I can pick the kids up from school with that, and stay at the house all weekend. But my stepson also arrives tonight, meaning I have to drive him back to Houston Monday night, which is a full tank's worth of gas all by itself.
Fucking fear-driven gas shortages. Not an actual shortage, but idiots thinking there will be one, assholes literally filling garbage cans full of gas in the back of their trucks. Half the stations out of gas, the others with a line 12 cars deep.
And I'm down to 1/8th of a tank.
I can pick the kids up from school with that, and stay at the house all weekend. But my stepson also arrives tonight, meaning I have to drive him back to Houston Monday night, which is a full tank's worth of gas all by itself.
stick him on an inflatable and give him a push.
What?
Fucking fear-driven gas shortages.
Our gas is up 47 cents/gallon.:thepain:
That 47 cents is just price gouging by the distributor, there’s no shortage. The Feds refused to release any of the strategic reserves because there is something like 332 million barrels of gasoline in the system. That’s 42 gallons per barrel. The reason for any shortages is people getting hyper and wanting to fill the tank when it’s ¾ full instead of ¼ full.
The 15 refineries shut down in Texas, including the nations largest the Saudi-owned Motiva plant, represent 25% of the nations refining capacity. They will be back up as soon as they can because it's lost money for them. Don't forget the reason they are located there, to ship crude in and refined out, including EXPORT. Not all the refined products stay in the US.
Fucking computers.
I would stop that and try and find some other medium -they're not really designed for it.
I would stop that and try and find some other medium -they're not really designed for it.
But isn't that what you do when you watch Porn Hub?
Fucking computers.
But isn't that what you do when you watch Porn Hub?
I did that for a while, but, when I got a new computer, there was no place for my 3.5 inch floppy.:(
I swear, all I do around here is close doors, turn off lights, and stop the faucets from dripping. It's a 24 hour a day job.:mad:
Exterior doors or interior?
That's the trouble with being a landlord.;)
Exterior doors or interior?
Both.
I just tried to look up Farman Automobiles on Wikipedia. Their search engine sucks donkey ass sometimes. Hot, sweaty, Mississippi-in-a-heatwave donkey ass.
'Farman' got me aviation-related stuffs. 'Farman automobile' got me squat. Ok fuck the Wiki search, off to Google 'Farman automobile'...guess what the first link was?
'Farman (automobile)'. But, it's in French. FML.
But Google will translate it for you. ;)
I’m annoyed. Trying to locate Arran Gold Cream Liqueur, I went to the arranwhisky.com site and looked for where to buy here in the US. They list only the US importer which is Castle Brands in NY City.
On Castle’s site they list the 10, 14, 18 malts, Lochranza Reserve, and cask finished, but no cream.
They show their sub-distributors in each state, and of the 4 in NJ, 3 are up north and none have a site to list what they market.
I'm at a dead end.
I'd ask Limey to get it but shipping booze internationally is asking for big big trouble. Ain't going there. :headshake
So now I want it even more. :haha:
I just tried to look up Farman Automobiles on Wikipedia. Their search engine sucks donkey ass sometimes. Hot, sweaty, Mississippi-in-a-heatwave donkey ass.
'Fa Google 'Farman automobile'...guess what the first link was?
'Farman (automobile)'. But, it's in French. FML.
This was the first one I got.
http://www.velocetoday.com/farman-automobiles/But Google will translate it for you. ;)
I’m annoyed. Trying to locate Arran Gold Cream Liqueur, I went to the arranwhisky.com site and looked for where to buy here in the US. They list only the US importer which is Castle Brands in NY City.
On Castle’s site they list the 10, 14, 18 malts, Lochranza Reserve, and cask finished, but no cream.
They show their sub-distributors in each state, and of the 4 in NJ, 3 are up north and none have a site to list what they market.
I'm at a dead end.
I'd ask Limey to get it but shipping booze internationally is asking for big big trouble. Ain't going there. :headshake
So now I want it even more. :haha:
Yeah. I can't do that. I've tried. Which is a shame because Arran Gold is deeeeeeeeeeliciois!
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I guess I'll have to come get it. :D
I guess I'll have to come get it. :D
You'd be very welcome!
It is Monday and America is pissing me off.
I know what you mean, I hadn't turned on the TV news for weeks. Today at 5:30 PM, I figured I'd turn on the news to see if anything was interesting locally. God damn. :mad:
My wife switched our alarm clock radio from NPR to the local oldies station. The commercials suck, but there is zero news. Much better waking up to no news.
--snip
So now I want it even more. :haha:
Boy, I'm familiar with this feeling.
Much better waking up to no news.
:yesnod:
Where is my goddamned water?!?!
I don't have any goddamned water!!
Whoodafuq took mah water???? Who's the communist, piece o' shit, twinkle-toed cocksucker that took mah water?
Was it you? I bet it was you, you scroungy little fuck! You look like the kind of person that would fuck another man in the ass and not even have the goddamned common courtesy to give him a reach around.
I'll be watching you.
Are they flushing the hydrants on your street?
Aaaaand the mystery is solved. Kinda.
Loud-muffler-neighbors have three service trucks in their front yard, atm. Must have water for the whole street shut off.
See, if you'd just stay calm for blinking minute...
But, I was kinda having fun being pissed off. Oh, well something else will come up. Guaranteed.:D
Goddammit I have had the flu for a full week now and it sucks ass.
Have ya tried getting over it?
Yeah, I'm no help.
Feel better soon.
they had a nurse here giving free flu shots out last week. this week, oddly enough, a LOT of people have colds.
Did the nurse have a cold?
I have a miserable cough. I don't need to worry about infecting Beest because he's the bastard that gave it to me. (I think he got it from the boys who got it independently from their schools....)
I'm hardly ever sick and I have no patience for this. None. It needs to fuck off.
We've all had flu shots. At the doctors' offices because our insurance insists (they're free) -not covered if you go to a pharmacy. None of us were sick after them.
Goddammit I have had the flu for a full week now and it sucks ass.
You got it from a toilet seat? :eek:
Did it affect your bathroom scale readings? :p:
I tried to get my flu shot last weekend but my insurance company refused to pay over some clerical thing that couldn't be resolved because no humans work there.
Oh and Betsy DeVos rescinded 72 guidance documents related to integration, LRE, FAPE, and non-discrimination. This is foundational stuff for the civil rights of people with disabilities. [COLOR="white"]It makes sense, if we hide the people we won't have to pray the disability away. Fucking money grubbing golden calf worshiping phony ass christian.[/COLOR]
I wish the flu on DeVos and her entourage. the kind with the shits.
That would be lovely. I read some stuff today that suggests she rescinded things already superseded. It will take a ton of sorting to figure out the truth.
Oh and Betsy DeVos rescinded 72 guidance documents related to integration, LRE, FAPE, and non-discrimination. This is foundational stuff for the civil rights of people with disabilities.
People with disabilities have no civil rights, if they don't measure up they're a drag on being great again, they're fired. ;)
Guys, guys, stop with the hair-on-fire, you've got Trump derangement. After all, if we didn't let the federal government interfere in so many aspects of our lives, we wouldn't need to worry about all these oppressive rules in the first place. Things could just go back to the good ol' days, when only white, male, wealthy landowners had rights, and they were kind and benevolent and everybody was happy.
There, that's out of the way.
God DAMN phone.
I am trying to do something, FUCK. now,, WTF.
Yes... Yes.. I admit it. I am about 80 per cent drunk.(spelled cause I can not JFC. I just now figured out that my glasses are in my pocket. WERE in my pocket. Jesus)
ANY. GOD. DAMN.WAY.
THIS phone is pissing.me.off.
Son lost brand new $100 retainer and phone at swim meet last night
Damn. Any chance someone found it and turned it in?
It's too damn easy to loose track of shit when you are at an activity where you have to change clothes and carry a bunch of bags and shit. I lost a pair of new sneaker last summer that way, but fortunately they were in the lost and found box. Not much market for a pair of average sneakers.
silly child forgot to take them out before he got in the pool. The small clear item is nestlind somewhere at the bottom of a 35*25 yard body of water with a maximum depth of 12' and minimum of 5'.
It got worse........ coach said whole team would search at practice today, no-one would be in there meanwhile.... school cancelled for weather. Next time we go the -swim meet tomorrow. Big Swim meet. hundreds of swimmers. We already sucked it up and forked out $100 to the orthodontist for a new one because the braces only came off last week and he is supposed to wear it 24/7 to stop alignment regressing.
What's the betting a visiting swimmer finds it immediately tomorrow by treading on it, cutting their foot and bleeding copiously so pool needs to be shocked?
Phone was prob left because hustled said swimmer out because he spent long time searching and coach needed to go. Hopefully in the locker room, thank goodness for swim meet otherwise not able to retrieve until Tuesday
gAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAArgh
Do you have any personal possessions/contents away from the home cover on your home insurance?
What's pissing me off is that the flu/bad cold/whatever the fuck it was, that laid me low a couple of weeks before Christmas seems to be coming back for an encore. In truth it has been hanging about the wings threatening to step back on stage for weeks.
Do you have any personal possessions/contents away from the home cover on your home insurance?
yes. thanks for asking.
What's pissing me off is that the flu/bad cold/whatever the fuck it was, that laid me low a couple of weeks before Christmas seems to be coming back for an encore. In truth it has been hanging about the wings threatening to step back on stage for weeks.
That flu has killed 20 in the US.
I don't think what I had was the Aussie flu. Pretty sure what I got was one of the lower impact strains of flu that are going round.
I still feel lousy but not as bad I was thinking I might.
I cannot take time off work. I'm already on absence management :P
I don't think what I had was the Aussie flu
Why'd they call it that, because it affects ya down unda?
You leave my down unda out of this!
Mmmmm...Downunda.
I've been there!
Got this is an email from a girl in north Jersey who's an insurance adjuster.
Ya i was out in Allentown working a claim and i started coughing and i couldnt stop! I had to step outside i was coughing so hard i threw up this nasty gack! I couldnt catch my breath! The couple wanted to call an ambulance. I said no just tell me how to get to the closest ER! The guy drove me there and his wife followed us. They gave me a shot of steriods, fluids antibiotics and took a chest xray! They kept me for 5 hours! They finally let me go! I went to my doc the next day!
That flu shit is nasty. :eyebrow:
I've only had flu a couple of times in my life and I don't want it again.
All my joints hurt like hell, I had no appetite and weight dropped off me alarmingly.
I had a flu jab at the end of October but how effective it is, given the number of different strains there are, I've no idea.
Dad also had the jab but has had 'the sniffles' over the last week or ten days, although nothing worse than that.
Given his advanced age, the automatic worry is that it's the start of something far worse.
I've never been too bothered about flu in previous years but I admit that the possibility of contracting it is causing me some concern.
Domestic circumstances dictate that I don't venture out all that frequently so that limits my exposure to any infection.
However, there's the usual weekly grocery shopping to be done and inevitable routine hospital and GP visits for Dad to be undertaken.
If I get it, it will seriously impair my ability to keep both of us going and should Dad get it the consequences don't bear thinking about.
Google News this morning turned up this:
More than three million people at high risk of flu have not yet been vaccinated despite the biggest wave of “public fear” since swine flu in 2009, health chiefs have said.
A letter sent to every GP practice in England warns they have just two weeks left in which to vaccinate patients against this winter’s virulent outbreak, which has already claimed 85 lives and is threatening to become an epidemic.
It comes amid concerns large numbers of pregnant women and young adults with asthma are in particular danger because of failure to take up the jab.
Daily Telegraph. It's behind a paywall, but you know the drill.
They offer me the jab every year. For a few years I used to go get it. Every single time I got the flu jab I went down with a really nasty flu within about 2 weeks of getting the jab.
Probably coincidence - but i certainly haven't noticed I have any greater propensity towards catching the flu since I stopped having the jab.
They offer me the jab every year. For a few years I used to go get it. Every single time I got the flu jab I went down with a really nasty flu within about 2 weeks of getting the jab.
Probably coincidence - but i certainly haven't noticed I have any greater propensity towards catching the flu since I stopped having the jab.
Interesting!
When I had the jab I was told that there was the possibility of mild cold/flu like symptoms within a few days.
I've never experienced that reaction nor have I ever had flu after receiving the jab.
It might just be down to good luck, I suppose.
I'm an asthmatic (mild now but severe as a child)
I had really bad flu once, before they used to offer flu prevention to children. After that......
1) I realize so many people think a bad cold is the flu, they really have no idea
2) I've gotten the shot every year and not had the flu since. I rarely get any after-effects of the shot but if I do, it's really nothing serious compared to the real thing.
Now we all have to get the flu shot to protect beest's compromised immunity. And none of us have caught the flu, but hard to tell if that's because of the shot because none of my kids ever had the flu before they got the shots
I realize so many people think a bad cold is the flu, they really have no idea.
Exactly!
There are a lot of variables as to catching the flu and some people just luck out year after year. The flu shot helps reduce one's reliance on luck.
Once a person contracts the virus, it takes about 7 days for the virus to replicate into sufficient numbers to cause symptoms. The person is; however, contagious during that week and you can't tell by looking at them so you don't know to keep your distance. You can also have it yourself and be contagious without yet knowing you could be infecting others.
The flu shot helps protect people from the top 3 or 4 strains projected to be the most serious and prevalent. It used to contain an attenuated (weakened) live virus and one could get a mild case of the flu from it. Nowadays, it contains a killed virus that doesn't give you a mild flu in order to build immunity against severe infection.
Those who get sick after getting the flu shot were probably already infected. It could also be that they contracted a strain not so closely related to the what the flu shot protects against. They may not have built up as much immunity as most people for whatever reason. Additionally, they may have contracted something other than the flu (e.g. bad cold, septicemia) that causes some flu-like symptoms. Mimics of infectious diseases is an entire area of study.
It's still worthwhile to get a flu shot due to the severity of the disease. News in the US carried a story about a 20 y.o. male fitness buff who died from the flu. California alone had 27 deaths, of people under age 65, attributed to the flu - last I read. A 12 y.o. girl was misdiagnosed with the flu and died a week later from complications of sepsis, the disease process she actually had. The CDC reports there are over 1 million cases of sepsis each year in the U.S. It kills more than 258,000 Americans annually, making it the ninth leading cause of disease-related deaths. It was treatable for her.
So getting a flu shot not only reduces the chance of becoming a casualty of the flu, it reduces the chance of becoming a casualty of something that mimics the flu by getting doctors to look for other causes of what's ailing you despite having gotten a flu shot.
The forecast was that this year would be bad for the flu. I got my flu shot early in the season and posted about it. I've had a bad cold that lasted a week, all upper respiratory symptoms (not the generalized symptoms of the flu); but, no flu. The flu season has peaked; however, it's still not too late to get the flu shot.
I think what I had before Christmas was a mild flu. Far worse than a bad cold (with all the attendant flu symptoms) but nothing to be too worried about.
What I now have I think is just the tail end of that - it's been hanging around threatening to take me back down since.
Haven't contracted any disgusting (or deadly!) illnesses so far this season. Got the shot back in November, and I work from home, so my exposure is rather limited.
That said, I've been VERY careful whenever I'm out and about. Shopping cart handles - ICK. Money - cootie magnet. Once I'm done running errands, I use hand sanitizer that I keep in both cars, and as soon as I arrive home, I wash my hands thoroughly.
I have mild asthma and moderate COPD. Not interested in dying just yet, thankyouverymuch.
I take the opposite approach. Twice a day I pack myself tightly into a large tin can with 100 strangers and hang out underground with them for half an hour.
Natural immunity is by far the best way :D Sadly, not always possible, but we go that route with the addition of the flu shots. Hand Sani? Nooo. Never wiped a cart handle in my life.
I wash my hands every week. ;)
I take the opposite approach. Twice a day I pack myself tightly into a large tin can with 100 strangers and hang out underground with them for half an hour.
:lol:
Natural immunity is by far the best way :D Sadly, not always possible, but we go that route with the addition of the flu shots. Hand Sani? Nooo. Never wiped a cart handle in my life.
Do you
ever
use
money?
;)
Anything over a $20, I lick for Coke residue. ;)
I take the opposite approach. Twice a day I pack myself tightly into a large tin can with 100 strangers and hang out underground with them for half an hour.
Ha!
Do you
ever
use
money?
;)
yes. and I haven't gotten sick from it yet. I've just reached my third anniversary in this job and I've never taken a day off sick or gone to work sick when I've should have stayed home.
What was your point again?
I think pens used by many or in many locations -especially doctors pens- are probably also a source of nasties, and I'm more concerned about the latter because they are more likely to carry the kind of nasty you don't meet in every day life and build up natural immunity to. But I don't wipe those either, I just use my own. And chastise the doctor if they sanitize their hands
then pick up the pen,
then do examination.
I think pens used by many or in many locations -especially doctors pens- are probably also a source of nasties, and I'm more concerned about the latter because they are more likely to carry the kind of nasty you don't meet in every day life and build up natural immunity to. But I don't wipe those either, I just use my own. And chastise the doctor if they sanitize their hands then pick up the pen, then do examination.
Our local health centre has a touchscreen for DIY check ins and a sanitising hand gel dispenser next to it.
I can count on the fingers of one (sanitised) hand the number of people that I have seen use it. :eek:
Anything over a $20, I lick for Coke residue. ;)
Damn, I've been missing a chance to increase my success rate...
yes. and I haven't gotten sick from it yet. I've just reached my third anniversary in this job and I've never taken a day off sick or gone to work sick when I've should have stayed home.
What was your point again?
I used to be a cashier and handled cootie-laden money day after day. It was never an issue. The only time I got sick when I was at that job was when I took a long train trip and ended up with pneumonia.
Having someone else's illness become
your illness doesn't happen every day, but it can and it does. I'm just not willing to put myself at unnecessary risk given the deadliness of the current flu situation.
I think pens used by many or in many locations -especially doctors pens- are probably also a source of nasties, and I'm more concerned about the latter because they are more likely to carry the kind of nasty you don't meet in every day life and build up natural immunity to. But I don't wipe those either, I just use my own. And chastise the doctor if they sanitize their hands then pick up the pen, then do examination.
See? You take precautions, too!
Our local health centre has a touchscreen for DIY check ins and a sanitising hand gel dispenser next to it.
I can count on the fingers of one (sanitised) hand the number of people that I have seen use it. :eek:
Yeah, I always wonder how often businesses clean the touchpads on credit card machines, ATMs, etc. I'm pretty sure the answer is never.
I've never been much of a hand sanitizer user, but until this flu epidemic ends, I'm definitely keeping it nearby.
I wash my hands every week. ;)
Me, too.
Whether they need it or not.
40% of all $20 bills have traces of baby changing stations on them.
If you smell a fart, you've inhaled poop molecules.
If you smell a fart, you've inhaled poop molecules.
My friends and I call them "poo particles." :D
My friends and I call them "poo particles." :D
Pooticles?
:lol2:
Pooticles?
:lol2:
Oh, that's perfect! May I steal? :)
You...want to steal Grav's pooticles?
People, people...
Verily, I say unto you, Partake of my pooticles as you will, Gentle Dwellars. Yea, deeply, and in reverence, shall ye partake.
Why is it that whenever you share a picture of your kid and their great recent accomplishment..... IRL and on social media....
someone will ignore what they did and comment on how beautiful/handsome/good-looking they are. WTF people?
-especially for girls, but also boys
They didn't get the memo about that and think they are being kind.
There's also the point that the kids are usually dressing up for some sort of ceremony/event and they actually do clean up pretty well.
I think people also assume that the presence of a picture means the kids' appearance is kind of part of the deal, if that makes sense. Like, if they win a trophy--you can say they won a trophy, you can post a picture of the trophy, you can post a picture of them with the trophy, or you can post a picture of them being happy at the exact moment after they won. A lot of social media posts (not yours, necessarily) are the latter, and I can see how some might think it's kind of detached from the accomplishment itself, and feel compelled to acknowledge the picture separately from the words it came with.
Or because at that moment they are kind of glowing with inner beauty and confidence because of their achievement.
And because people know the kid will feel really good about other people thinking they look awesome.
You are complaining that someone complimented your children.
Would you prefer "What a great accomplishment for such a butt-ugly fucking child."?
Take the compliment and go the fuck on. They're complimenting you too, ya know.
It's true that some compliments can be accidentally-damaging, though. Tell a girl she's pretty all the time, and she might take the message that 1.) her brain doesn't matter, and 2.) once she's old she's worthless.
They didn't get the memo about that and think they are being kind.
There's also the point that the kids are usually dressing up for some sort of ceremony/event and they actually do clean up pretty well.
That's just it, the one I saw recently (not my kid) wasn't dressed up. Proud parent stated accomplishments and two thirds of comments never touched on the acheivement -not even "congrats", only physical appearance of child.:mad2:
If they brushed up well, say "Wow, that's really impressive.....
and look how handsome he is in that suit...." etc. But even then, -especially for girls- reinforcing that how you look at every moment is so important can be very damaging. It's hard to achieve great things if you are worrying about how you look.
If she is an average woman, it's already lurking, you're just counteracting the nagging fears. But then, J is not an average woman. :)
There I go deleting my message instead of editing ~ sorry ~
It was: I tell J that all the time, she's 54, when does the worthless part kick in?
I had this feeling the message didn't say what I wanted it to say :) wanted to think of how to say it, but there it is.
It starts the very first time someone prioritizes how you look over who you are and what you can do. Which they do for girls way more than boys.
For me, aged 5 or so, enrolling for ballet for the first time and hearing the ballet teacher tell my mum I was fat. I knew I was fat and unlovable all the way through school and all the way til I fell in love with someone who was even fatter than me and never seemed to notice. And as I matured and started to look back, I saw pictures of me as a kid and realized I had never been fat at all. But because I knew I was fat and unlovable, I never tried to make friend or join clubs....
Fortunately for me, I'm fucking stubborn so I did do the ballet and I earned the highest grading possible at every damn grade test I took.
Eventually, I made it to university and had a chance for a new start, and no-one seemed to hate me for being fat. They didn't seem to notice.
But even now, awesome person that I am, that damage is still there. It is very hard to love myself. And I am fat, because that one is a self-fulfilling prophesy and I never loved myself enough to prevent it.
And Grav, your opinion has never counted because the first time I was brave enough to post a candid image on here (a video, even, of me enjoying the surf ride at a water park) you called me fat. I am sorry that looks are so important to you. You're missing out on a lot of good people.
It starts the very first time someone prioritizes how you look over who you are and what you can do. Which they do for girls way more than boys.
It's interesting, because for me I had these two worlds: my mom and all her friends and basically every adult female in my life told me all the time that I was pretty, but the kids at school told me I was not. Objectively, I agreed with the kids--I wasn't repulsive, necessarily, but I knew I was an awkward kid with poor hygiene and no chin--so the conclusion I came to was that adults lie. Which they do.
Why is it that whenever you share a picture of your kid and their great recent accomplishment..... IRL and on social media....
someone will ignore what they did and comment on how beautiful/handsome/good-looking they are. WTF people?
-especially for girls, but also boys
Pretty sure it's the backlash from "millennial everyone gets a trophy for showing up" famsquad trying be all lit - keepin it 100 and ignoring the trophy; all, "it ain't nothin but a thing."
I'm pretty sure that's what's behind it.
Oh. And shallow, lookist
Or maybe they don't give a rats ass what your spawn did, but felt obligated to say something nice.
I don't know. Somewhere along the way, I learned that there are only a very few people whose opinions mean a goddamned thing. Everyone else can fuck right the fuck off.
I wasn't a chubby kid, never was anywhere near obese, but that societal thing we all grew up with - only emaciated women are "beautiful" - was always there. Mom regularly encouraged me to lose a few pounds even though I wasn't overweight (I just wasn't emaciated). In my mid-20s I did put on a few too many pounds and went on a big diet - lost 40 lbs and suddenly I fit the "beautiful" (emaciated) category.
Still couldn't get a date, so what was the point of starving myself?
I suppose that told me that society's idea of beautiful was all fucked up, and at that point I stopped paying attention to such foolishness. Now, 30-some years later, I've grown a small menopause belly and I still don't give a shit. If you don't like what I look like, don't look. But I'll be damned if some random stranger's opinion means anything to me, and the people who do love me have already figured out what I know to be the real truth - outside don't count; only the insides matter.
:thumb:
As for the kid winning a trophy and getting compliments on their appearance - those people are idiots who don't know what really matters in life. Ignore them. Life is so much better without idiots.
... what I know to be the real truth - outside don't count; only the insides matter.
I want to be where it counts, that's where I want to be. :blush:
My Fanny is troubling me.
Got her out of mothballs for her spring check-over and her gas hob, which we
had fitted last June and have hardly used, has developed a leak. I am currently in correspondence with the shop I bought it from as I am pretty sure I am within my rights to ask for a replacement, but we have two bank holidays (Friday and Monday) and a weekend between now and Departure Date on our Grand Tour (7 nights away, home to Dorset and back, four stops) so nothing is likely to arrive in time to be fitted. I will most definitely need to cook on this trip a) because I don't want Mr L eating chips at every meal which I suspect he will if we eat out or takeaways and b) the expense.
Fortunately I have planned stops with electric hook-up all the way (got to keep Mr Limey's gadgets charged up!). We already have low voltage kettle, so have ordered low voltage toaster and one-ring hob, and remembered I have a small slow cooker and
Remoska which are both ideal for caravan life. But will have to pay the gas tech who discovered the problem for finding it, removing old cooker, putting in new cooker yadda yadda yadda.
Gah! So much for carefee life on the road.
Aw c'mon, it's only for a week, let him eat cake. :haha:
Aw c'mon, it's only for a week, let him eat cake. :haha:
Diagnosed type 2 Diabeetus.
My Fanny is troubling me.
Got her out of mothballs for her spring check-over and her gas hob, which we had fitted last June and have hardly used, has developed a leak. I am currently in correspondence with the shop I bought it from as I am pretty sure I am within my rights to ask for a replacement, but we have two bank holidays (Friday and Monday) and a weekend between now and Departure Date on our Grand Tour (7 nights away, home to Dorset and back, four stops) so nothing is likely to arrive in time to be fitted. I will most definitely need to cook on this trip a) because I don't want Mr L eating chips at every meal which I suspect he will if we eat out or takeaways and b) the expense.
Fortunately I have planned stops with electric hook-up all the way (got to keep Mr Limey's gadgets charged up!). We already have low voltage kettle, so have ordered low voltage toaster and one-ring hob, and remembered I have a small slow cooker and Remoska which are both ideal for caravan life. But will have to pay the gas tech who discovered the problem for finding it, removing old cooker, putting in new cooker yadda yadda yadda.
Gah! So much for carefee life on the road.
[SIZE="4"]fanny[/SIZE]
NOUN
plural fannies
1. North American informal: A person's buttocks.
2. British vulgar slang: A woman's genitals.
I'm so confused.
What's that dragging, a long behind?
I'm so confused.
Fanny is also a name...and it's the name of Limey's camper.
Also, Limey that title had me in stitches - I heard it in a Julian Clary voice.
And Grav, your opinion has never counted because the first time I was brave enough to post a candid image on here (a video, even, of me enjoying the surf ride at a water park) you called me fat. I am sorry that looks are so important to you. You're missing out on a lot of good people.
I ain't missing a thing.
Just remember you got here from "That's a good looking kid.",
that's what it appears you're griping about. Someone complimented your kid. The audacity.
Anyone, ANYONE, who wasn't searching for something to be offended by, or unhappy about, would take the compliment and go on.
First world problems, I guess?
Yeah, I said what I said. I've said a great many things that were not deserved by the people to whom they were spoken. I apologize for that, especially for the manner in which it was said. It was a very childish thing to have said, and it reflects an outlook that I hope is no longer part of my way of thinking. It is one of many things I've said here that I regret. I would like to think that, thanks to The Cellar,
you, at times, and others here, I am (believe it or not) a little bit better person than I have been in the past. And I thank all of you for that.
And as far as me and my opinions not mattering around here, you ain't telling me, or anyone else here, a goddamned thing. If I cared a whit what some of you actually, truly, thought of me, I would have been gone, or in the penitentiary cemetery, a long time ago. I like some of the folks here, and I'm not willing to let the bastards run me off, not just yet anyway. I won't be here much longer though, so, just be patient, I'll be gone soon enough.
_________________________________________________
You have raised a nice family.
Oops, I've insulted you again.
Your children are smart and athletic.
Oh God, how much of this can you take??????
:p:<---Not that you, or anyone else, cares....
BTW, looks matter so much to me?
Have you seen my picture?:lol2:
Looks don't need to be brought into it with this ugly mug.:headshake
I saw your picture. That's how I found out that .jpg stands for just plain gruesome.
See? Gomer knows what time it is.
He's right, I'm so ugly, I could be a modern art masterpiece.
You both look like your attitudes in pictures :)
the only guideline is, if you didn't post your picture it is treacherous ground to speak of other people's pictures. and i am not jealous of the ones who look good, i am jealous of the ones who give of themselves so freely that i feel i know them
I won't be here much longer though, so, just be patient, I'll be gone soon enough.
Fugetaboutit, you ain't goin' nowhere. You can check out any time you want, but you can never leave.
My mental images of people differ from reality sometimes. This is you, in my head, monster :
Not so very different in your case
Hotels.
I missed the window to join the group reservation for parents at the hotel for Pologirl's tournament this weekend. Because beest was busy dying, you know... I called them up and asked then to show leniency given the circs and give me the group discount anyway. They said "sure, but sorry, the hotel is fully booked that weekend". BS. I could book it through expedia or.... direct though their website -just not at such a good rate. So I did, but you bet I'm going to get my $$$ worth for the extra I had to pay wasting their time complaining about it :(
If ya don't know where it goes, leave it the fuck alone.
I hate having to search for shit in my own goddamned house.
If ya don't know where it goes, leave it the fuck alone.
I hate having to search for shit in my own goddamned house.
word. BajaBoy has been an awesome help doing the dishwasher, but we can't find anything! And how on earth is he such a good engineer when he has the logic of a cat on acid?
The ppl in this house have the organizational skills of a confused fruit fly.
confused fruit flies are probably distracting the cat on acid.....
The ppl in this house have the organizational skills of a confused fruit fly.
Always remember that time flies like an arrow but fruit flies like a banana. ;)
Always remember that time flies like an arrow but fruit flies like a banana. ;)
I carved that on the gnomon of the ceramic sundial I made :)
Oh my God my foot hurts so badly.
The arch is bruised, essentially. Or at least that's what it was the last time it felt kind of like this. Except this time it's worse, and I just woke up with the pain out of nowhere instead of after dancing all night in heels, and also there's a distinct lump under the surface of the skin about the size of a pea. I think it's a tiny knotted muscle, like you get in your upper back when you've overdone it on the gardening or whatever. And I have a vague memory of my foot cramping in the night but somehow falling back asleep without the cramp resolving, so for all I know I just lay there cramped up for hours and too tired to care.
But of course it had to happen just days before taking a damn vacation with tons of walking involved. It hurts less being barefoot than in any kind of shoe, so I've been limping around with one shoe off whenever we're inside, and fuck what anyone thinks.
you could take both shoes off?
I have this conviction (wrong though it may be) that with one shoe off, everyone can see there's clearly something wrong with that foot, but with both off, I just look like a damn hippie.
Turns out when I say "fuck what everyone thinks," I actually mean "my behavior is excusable, so please, please, everyone still like me." :)
Srsly? who wears shoes in their house?
No, no, we're in a hotel. I never wear shoes in the house.
And I should clarify that I am still barefoot all the time inside the hotel room. It's when, say, we're walking downstairs to the restaurant, and I drop the shoe on the floor and slip my foot in right as we cross the threshold so they can't try any "no shirt, no shoes..." nonsense.
I have enough difficulty wearing them outside of the house. What was that about hippie? :lol:
I never used to wear shoes or slippers in the house unless it was cold - until I moved into mum's house for a couple of years after I left J - nothing is on a level in that house. There's always weird little steps up or down into rooms. And it's all stone. Stubbed my toes frequently. Then I moved into my own weirdly misshapen little house and continued to stub my toes.
Now I hate not having at least slippers on.
What is pissing you off this time?
When people sell stuff w/o checking to see if it works first!!
I have gotton alot of 8 track tapes that were not taken care of,the tape is all unwound inside and sometimes its beyond trying to fix it.....
Sometimes i get VHS tapes that the person rewinds it witrh one of radio shack pieces of crap rewinders THAT SLAM THE TAPE AST FULL SPEED AT THE END and it comes off the spool!!!
Thankfully I have been able to fix some of those........
MY CONCLUSION?? Most people dont care about anyone else and its sad........ They just want $$$$$$ and they dont care if it works or not....... Its sad they dont value this beautiful stuff better......
If they tell you it works and it doesn't, then get your money back.
If they sell it as is, then you are taking your chances buying 40 year old plastic stuff.
I hear ya buddy...........
If I knew how to open the cartridges it wouldnt be as bad!!!!! (I usually cant open them w/o ruining them)
WHY DID THEY MAKE IT SO HARD TO OPEN THEM??
Oh my God my foot hurts so badly.
Got a big old injection into the arch of my foot this morning--half local anesthetic, half anti-inflammatory. Hooray! It's weird walking around on a completely numb foot. The lump started dissipating almost immediately, but the podiatrist told me to take it easy or it may come back. Isn't he adorable?
Got a big old injection into the arch of my foot this morning--half local anesthetic, half anti-inflammatory. Hooray! It's weird walking around on a completely numb foot. The lump started dissipating almost immediately, but the podiatrist told me to take it easy or it may come back. Isn't he adorable?
Nothing is better than the cessation of pain.
Source: I know pain.
Nothing is better than the cessation of pain.
IDK...Depending on the recipient, causing it can be rewarding, for a minute.
Ok I take Warfarin. Once in awhile I cut myself or tear skin messing with the bike. Might as well get the out the box of Kleenex to stem the flow. So I read in the Savy Senior to use ground black pepper on the wound. It works and if left on it long enough there is no scar. I have to wait on that as I have freckles. Anyways I tried it before I mentioned it here.
I never heard that one before.
I would imagine black pepper in an open wound would be, uh,--noticeable?
I've done the black pepper thing for a small leak in a car/truck radiator, but not m'own leaks.
I use a product called WoundSeal, comes in little single-use powder packets.
I use a product called WoundSeal, comes in little single-use powder packets.
That you pick off the table at your local diner?
non-culinary uses for black pepper.
apparently
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By sprinkling
flour in yer garden,
aren't ya feeding the damned bugs? Ya leave yer flour out in an unsealed container, ya got a container of flour and bugs.
I think bugs like flour.
I would imagine black pepper in an open wound would be, uh,--noticeable?
I've done the black pepper thing for a small leak in a car/truck radiator, but not m'own leaks.
Well what if the person was black? I had to look at the wound which immediately bled again. More pepper and it stopped up. The question now is do I carry the kitchen shaker with me or the refill can?
Anybody got a ten-foot pole I can not touch that question with?
Are you all suggesting that black pepper in an open wound doesn't, you know, sting like a motherfucker?
Are you all suggesting that black pepper in an open wound doesn't, you know, sting like a motherfucker?
I would imagine black pepper in an open wound would be, uh,--noticeable?
I'll let someone else find out.
Are you all suggesting that black pepper in an open wound doesn't, you know, sting like a motherfucker?
It might already be stinging like a motherfucker....
Are you all suggesting that black pepper in an open wound doesn't, you know, sting like a motherfucker?
It might already be stinging like a motherfucker....
There seems to be a growing consensus that this is a problem for MILFs.
Are you all suggesting that black pepper in an open wound doesn't, you know, sting like a motherfucker?
There are no taste buds in your skin. Say you was running across a field and came upon a barb wire fence. After dragging your tongue on a barb and putting black pepper on your tongue it wouldn't sting. It would be hot though.lol.
Who the fuck said it would TASTE like any goddamn thing? And what does a black person have to do with anyfuckingthing?
We're saying it's gonna fucking hurt.
And it seems everyone else is saying anything but that just to say anything but that.
There's no taste buds in your asshole, either, but that doesn't stop it from burning when you shit out too-spicy food.
Anyway, Grav--the internet says black pepper is hot from the compound piperine, not capsaicin like chili peppers, and thus doesn't sting. Most note it has to be finely-ground pepper to really work, though, so my coarse kitchen stuff is probably useless.
Son. crash and burn academically. again. sigh
Bummer. Is it salvageable, or are we talking a major consequences kind of crash-and-burn?
It's finals this week (W-F). 3 revision packets due tomorrow. had them a week or so, figured he could do them all tonight, "forgot" to mention them. So no, not recoverable (they are graded). He currently has the highest grades he's ever had bar freshman year but... :( I have done nothing else but keep him on track for the last couple months. there any many other non-school issues going on. All involve lying and a very different perception of reality. Horrible entire family session at counselor on Saturday ...
oh wait ...huge bigass day for me tomorrow, jobwise. really needed this shit. so much. he was probably worried I might actually sleep and prepare properly and that would be way too weird
Are you looking at boot camps yet?
Have ya tried beating him?
reprieve kinda -they're due on the day of exams i.. tomorrow or the day after
Bamboo kitchen implements and chopping boards.
What is the fucking point? If they can't go in the dishwasher,, they're not "sustainable" in my life. And they've totally replaced basic decent basic wooden things. Now you can only get fancy wooden things THAT CAN'T GO IN THE DISHWASHER. It's the "dry clean only" scam for the kitchen. Grrr.
I wouldn't wash wooden stuff in the dishwasher either.
Wooden utensils (in or out of the dishwasher) actually support
less bacterial growth than plastic ones.
For the record, I consider "do not put in dishwasher" instructions to be a casual suggestion, at best.
Big difference between Maple and Bamboo though.
For the record, I consider "do not put in dishwasher" instructions to be a casual suggestion, at best.
Me too ...to my detriment on more than one occasion :( (same as dry clean only, although in my experience, that is definitely more ignorable)
I think the problem with the bamboo is that anything sizeable must be made of several pieces joined and the glue/craftsmanship can't handle the dishwasher.
So the bamboo bamboozled you, go figure.
*BAM* oh, now you have a booboo
Wooden utensils (in or out of the dishwasher) actually support less bacterial growth than plastic ones.
I'm less concerned with bacteria than I am with water soaking into the wood, then being heated. Probably going to speed up the deterioration of the wood significantly.
And yes, the bamboo warning is likely for the glue, and would also pertain to any glued-up wooden objects as well, like most cutting boards.
Probably going to speed up the deterioration of the wood significantly.
Seems like it would, but I swear to you it doesn't. The oil from cooking soaks in better than the dishwasher could ever hope to get it out.
True story: I currently have three wooden spoons in my kitchen--the super-cheap kind that comes with splinters--which were given to me as a gift from someone in Mr. Clod's extended family the Christmas after we got engaged. (We had to drive up to Illinois so everyone could say they met me, but because no one knew anything about me--or communicated with each other, apparently--I literally got three gifts each containing a kitchen towel and a set of wooden spoons. Two went to Goodwill, and I kept the third.) The point is, our 15th anniversary is next week, and I'm still using the same three spoons. The handles are pine-colored (save for a couple of burn marks,) but the ends are dark brown and smooth like finished furniture. The only care I've ever shown them is after they come out of the dishwasher, I let them air dry before tossing them back in the drawer because I'm paranoid about mold.
My mother, grandmother and aunts all had maple cutting boards that went through the dishwasher and before that had been scrubbed by hand with an SOS or Brillo pad. They were bleached white like driftwood but never warped or came apart.
Your grandmother had a dishwasher?
After decades of cooking on and heating with a wood stove she got a brand new house in 1953 with all the bells and whistles including central heat, garage, gas stove, and a doorbell.
I got a bad count on m'generations, I guess.
I thought you were older than that, and thus your grandmother couldn't have----I guess I thought you were older than dirt.
Sorries.:stickpoke
My grandfather was born in 1880, lived to 92.
My grandmother was born in 1890, lived to 92.
My mother was born in 1919, lived to 95.
I was born in 1944, wont see state average.
So, this happened today:
:censored:
What was that, a piece of gravel stuck in somebody's tire finally flying loose at highway speed?
Wow. It sucks, but it's also kind of pretty.
Your neighbor? Or did you see it happen?
Glue a big hairy spider in the middle an nobody will notice.
It's certainly an odd shape, but it was just a rock that came from a gravel truck. There are two gravel quarries within five or six miles of my house, so I share the road with these big trucks all the time. But this is the first time that one of my vehicles sustained damage from them.
The good news is, I called the gravel company and they're going to replace my windshield at their cost. I'm particularly glad about that, because I have a $250 deductible on my auto insurance and the replacement glass would only cost $225, so insurance wouldn't cover the new windshield.
Yay me!
Even better, the new glass is coming right to ME - I don't have to go anywhere to get it fixed. More yay!
:thumb:
Thats a good idea if I get a chip in the windshield I will call the Gore Mine and get a replacement.
Don't work around here.
Rock flew off the rock quarry truck, and dinged the parents' Park Avenue windshield real good. The windshield with the rain detection and the this and the that, and the little different-looking place for the HUD to shine on...
The quarry ppl said sorry about your luck.
$700+. Used. Safelite guy found him one, with all the plugs/wires still attached, and installed it for $450.
Safelite guy rocks.
Wow, good news for sure, Glinda! We've had multiple windshields destroyed by trucks flinging debris and the companies wouldn't touch it. They aren't compelled to, so good for your gravel company.
Agree with Grav, the Safelite people are fantastic - have helped us out a few times.
When the phone rings I look at the caller ID and If I don't know who it is I don't answer. Today it reads CVS Pharmacy so I answered. A recorded message from "Microsoft" saying my PC is infected and don't use it before I call a phone number. The motherfuckers are pranking the caller ID now.:mad:
They say my Windows license is about to expire, but, they can renew it for me.;)
Just get my credit card, and....
I've gotten a bunch of calls where it says Microsoft and didn't answer because I knew it was a scam. But now they're pranking the caller ID I can't count on it.
When the phone rings I look at the caller ID and If I don't know who it is I don't answer. Today it reads CVS Pharmacy so I answered. A recorded message from "Microsoft" saying my PC is infected and don't use it before I call a phone number. The motherfuckers are pranking the caller ID now.:mad:
Slight UK variation on the theme...
These scam calls send a false number but do not usually clone a legitimate number.
A quick internet search usually reveals more information.
However, recently I have found that searches increasingly result in a nil return.
I have formed the distinct impression that they generate a false number for each call.
A grade one pain in the arse.
For a while around here they were cloning real numbers, and I kept getting calls from people saying, "Yeah, I missed a call from this number?" and then I'd have to explain cloning and some of them would just keep insisting that I had personally called them and... didn't want to admit it for some reason? Once my sister-in-law got a cloned number that was, by complete coincidence, my actual number! Her cellphone filled in the contact info and told her it was me, so she was gobsmacked when a recording started telling her about debt reconciliation.
Slight UK variation on the theme...
These scam calls send a false number but do not usually clone a legitimate number.
A quick internet search usually reveals more information.
However, recently I have found that searches increasingly result in a nil return.
I have formed the distinct impression that they generate a false number for each call.
A grade one pain in the arse.
Carruthers, buy a phone with BT Call Guardian on it (you don't have to have a BT contract). You'll never look back.
Sent by magick
Carruthers, buy a phone with BT Call Guardian on it (you don't have to have a BT contract). You'll never look back.
Sent by magick
Thank you! I shall investigate further and forthwith!
After somebody reversed into my car and put a large crease in the backdoor, I was plagued for months by claims handling firms.
One firm spoofed numbers from around the UK and one call appeared to come from a very remote location in the Highlands.
However, I noticed that the last three digits were always the same no matter where the call was purportedly from.
I believe that the firm was finally put out of business.
Found it...
A Bolton-based personal injuries claims management company has gone into liquidation after being fined £80,000 by a government watchdog for plaguing householders with nuisance calls.
In a deluge of consumer complaints about Direct Assist – which offers access to solicitors for claims – 801 concerns were registered with the Information Commissioner’s Office and the Telephone Preference Service between January 2013 and July 2014.
Every single complaint came from individuals registered with the TPS – an opt out register from unsolicited sales or marketing calls – and who had not given permission for the company to call them.
One household reported being called 470 times by the company, while another was told by Direct Assist that they were likely to be called for three years until they made a claim, despite repeated requests for their details to be removed.
LinkNot pissed off today, just drained of my ability to give a shit.
I understand important things are important...
No feelings like that today. Not angry or upset, just empty.
Every day I get a call(s) from a number that comes back to Southern New Hampshire University. Somehow I'm a-thinkin' that ain't Southern New Hampshire University.
They start at about five minutes after 8 (in the am). I finally saved the number as a contact and then I gave it its own ringtone.
A very quiet ringtone.
Not pissed off today, just drained of my ability to give a shit.
I understand important things are important...
No feelings like that today. Not angry or upset, just empty.
:comfort:
Goddamn, I hate trying find the smilie I'm looking for.
Every day I get a call(s) from a number that comes back to Southern New Hampshire University. Somehow I'm a-thinkin' that ain't Southern New Hampshire University.
They start at about five minutes after 8 (in the am). I finally saved the number as a contact and then I gave it its own ringtone.
A very quiet ringtone.
Dude, if they're calling from a single number, just block them. I have a contact in my list called "Telemarketing Assholes," and every time I get spammed from a real number (as opposed to a spoofed one that might actually belong to someone I want to talk to someday) I add them as another cellphone owned by that contact. Block the one contact, and I'm done.
Dude, if they're calling from a single number, just block them.
What an absolutely divine idea. It's one I had the second time they called.
My cheap-ass POS fone does not have the luxury of call blocking.
But then again, it was $4.95, and it wasn't even on sale, so...
Their ringtone is a single, very quiet [SIZE="1"]beepboop[/SIZE], never hear it.
I admit, a $4.95 phone IS a good deal.
Yeah, just don't expect much.:D
Also, it's a flip fone.:lol2:
I like seeing ppls' reaction to me unfolding my fone.
When we all had flip phones (not that long ago) we could block numbers by accessing our accounts online using a computer. is that an option with your service?
… Also, it's a flip fone.:lol2:
I like seeing ppls' reaction to me unfolding my fone.
My LG X Venture smartphone (Android) usually sits at home while my Samsung Sync flip phone goes everywhere with me.
I've mentioned it before: [post=966091]check out the link in my previous post.[/post]
BTW, just out of curiosity, is your flip phone number entered on the National Do Not Call Registry and did you report the phone number that you saved?
is it rotary?
Hah! No, but it rings like one! I've got the old fashioned bell-ringing ringtone as default.
BTW, just out of curiosity, is your flip phone number entered on the National Do Not Call Registry and did you report the phone number that you saved?
The number's been noted on several websites that do that sort of thing. I'm sure it's already been reported. It's a spoofed number, anyway.
When we all had flip phones (not that long ago) we could block numbers by accessing our accounts online using a computer. is that an option with your service?
Probably not. I use Trac-Fone. Notoriously awful customer service. I mean, really bad.
Thanks for that heads up, though.:) I will look into that.
BTW, just out of curiosity, is your flip phone number entered on the National Do Not Call Registry and did you report the phone number that you saved?
The Do Not Call Registry is a JOKE!!!
It's not a complete failure. No one from the National Do Not Call Registry has called me.
I rarely get junk calls on my cellphone and never on my landline (yes I still have one! ....but I use Vonage) DNC registry works for me, I think.
No one from the National Do Not Call Registry has called me.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha...but, then again I may, or may not have a helluva buzz. I can't tell.
And I do not, with 100% certainty, know where GrandCherokeeOne is atm.
I'm reasonably sure, but not 100%.
Worse problems to have.
Their ringtone is a single, very quiet [SIZE="1"]beepboop[/SIZE], never hear it.
I've upped my game.
I used the voice recorder to record about a half-second of near-silence. I now use that recording for that ringtone.
I hear nothing.
:comfort:
Goddamn, I hate trying find the smilie I'm looking for.
I appreciate that man. Thank you.
I woke up feeling this way, it was unpleasant. I found out later this day that my Uncle G died that night. He's my favorite Uncle, we had a great relationship, I loved him very much. He..
listen. I find myself stumbling over the language. shifting to the past tense each time is like another little stab.
He liv
ed in Florida. I am not going to be able to make it to the service.
It's ok. We talked frequently and we ended every call with I love you. I know he loved me. I know he knew I loved him. That part's not in question. The process, I mean the sequence of events .. why is this even something I'm thinking about? It was a surprise. He wasn't that old "just" 70.
I don't know.
Kiss and love your family. Don't delay.
I appreciate that man. Thank you.
I woke up feeling this way, it was unpleasant. I found out later this day that my Uncle G died that night. He's my favorite Uncle, we had a great relationship, I loved him very much. He..
listen. I find myself stumbling over the language. shifting to the past tense each time is like another little stab.
He lived in Florida. I am not going to be able to make it to the service.
It's ok. We talked frequently and we ended every call with I love you. I know he loved me. I know he knew I loved him. That part's not in question. The process, I mean the sequence of events .. why is this even something I'm thinking about? It was a surprise. He wasn't that old "just" 70.
I don't know.
[COLOR="Red"]Kiss and love your family. Don't delay.[/COLOR]
Hear hear. :yesnod:
Sorry, Big V. It's a cruel fact of life that, the older we get, the more people we lose.
It sucks, man. :( :sadpace:
We talked frequently and we ended every call with I love you. I know he loved me. I know he knew I loved him. That part's not in question.
The last words my grandmother and I spoke to each other were "I love you." I can't begin to tell you how many times that fact gave some comfort.
Invaluable.
And now I'm a wet eyed drunk.
So sorry for your loss, V.
Tell the ones you love that you love them.
While ya can.
The cat.
It stole Polo Girl's long held family record for projectile vomit.
Well digested breakfast (kibble) and hairballs all over my bathroom. And a bit on the carpet nearby that I just vacced. Yes, it could have been so much worse -like in the huge tub of christmas lights it likes to nest on, or my bed with fresh linen last night.... but there was soooo much and sooo far, and on a Monday -my longest work day- and all over the toilet i cleaned thoroughly last night and the floor tile grout I scrubbed like a maniac this weekend....... and i have massive skin outbreaks from wearing rubber gloves so much this weekend, so the last thing i needed to do was put the motherfuckers back on and clean up cat chunder. I'mm'a shave that little git, I reckon
When I was playing janitor for awhile at Boeing they had thin cotton gloves I was told undertakers handed out to pallbearers. I'd wear them under the rubber gloves and it made a world of difference. Probably any thin fabric glove would work.
nope, but thanks for playing. The gloves I use actually have a cotton lining for that reason, but eventually sweat kicks in and irritation starts. Heat is a good part of the problem so adding layers is bad. I'm just allergic to cleaning. But at least this is just irritated eczema and not the fun hives from latex :) (They're not "rubber" gloves by the way, they're vinyl)
I have called everyone in my phone that owns a car. No one will give me a ride to the bar. I can't. I'm busy.
This is great.
I will now buttfuck everyone in my phone right in the goddamned mouth. Call me for help. I dare ya, I double dog dare ya, motherfucker. Aks me for help one mo goddamn again. Go ahead, aks me.
Fuck. You. All of ya. Miserable motherfuckers.
I'll just camp out in the Cellar. Where I'm loved and respected by all my true friends, Sexobon, TW, John Sellars, and Infinite Monkey.
New hot shot salesman took my umbrella tonight. It's fucking pouring. He will pay dearly. Dearly.
1) 6” of rain or 6” of snow? [COLOR="Indigo"]Hmmm.[/COLOR]
Clink on the link in the quote and embiggen for some cheering up.
Damn fool kids, their mothers ought to tan their hides for playing in puddles and probably catch their death of pneumonia.
Our FIOS contract expired. They bumped our rates up about $10 to encourage us to sign a new one. They advertised huge Black Friday deals, so we were waiting for that before signing a new contract. Turns out the "sale" is a 29.33 percent increase in price over our last contract. That's a huge jump. $528 over the life of the contract.
This is a perfect example of pissing on you and telling you it's raining.
If you raise somebody's rates, don't call it a sale.
We have been with Verizon since 1992 and they are dead to me.
My wife is chatting with them now, trying to get a better deal.
When mine ran out in the early fall they pulled that $10 shit on me too after several go-rounds over a month I dropped a bunch of shit I didn't use and more and one of my set top boxes I only use once a year, knocking the bill back from $210 to $166 a month for phone, TV, and internet.
It still pisses me off that $34.97 of the bill is tacked on fees, taxes, and surcharges, their costs of doing business that they stick up my ass instead of paying out of profits like other businesses.
Beest dying before we got a chance to go through all the passwords. The FAFSA. Not being able to find the pictures from our last vacation in Rome. Finally hacking his account on the family laptop. Not being able to open the documents I need that seem to be there but are ghosts. not finding the Rome pictures there when I was sure it was the only place left so they must be there. Life. A new year without beest. Single-parenting the world's most difficult child. no beest. that sort of thing.
Could your computer have been set to back up picture files in a cloud someplace from where you could retrieve them? It might have been done so those pictures could be accessed from multiple devices.
it's supposed to back them up on this one, but they're not here :( Beest had been having trouble with the transfer program and was working on it :( This one gets backed up to an external hard drive. Or used to. i can't find any sign of them anywhere
If I was having the trouble beest had between a transfer program and external hard drive, I would move or back up (copy) the pictures any way I could to something unconnected to the system before working on it. That might be a cloud, some other smart device, memory stick or writeable DVD. It might even be a memory stick I was already using for something else that I'd temporarily store the pictures on. Just tossing some possibilities out there.
You can run on board diagnostics for relevant programs to see if there are corruptions or incompatibilities that it can fix.
If you have any online product support, you might be able to get a specialist to do another search by remote access.
Yeah, I could do all that. Sadly, lethargy/grief/whatever is a bit of a problem for me right now. I was pretty chuffed with myself getting my act together enough to put a concerted effort into hacking the account etc etc etc and am pretty fucking devastated that didn't solve a single problem. It wasn't even the first account this week. I was on a roll and now I'm gutted. And that's just how it goes. I still pay $20 a month for his phone account because I just don't want to deal with turning it off and there just might be an account somewhere that I have yet to need/discover whose only rescue option is a text to that #.......
Yes, I know. Knowing doesn't make it any fucking easier. Neither does logic. or anything. I'm just griping where the kids can't see me feeling hopeless. Allow me that?
Sorry monster, feel free to dump it here.
Are the photos still on the memory card in the camera? I have like 6 memory cards I cycle through and it takes a long time for the cards to be overwritten, even after I have transferred the photos to a couple drives.
I wipe the card every time I transfer pics.
Maybe I shouldn't do that?
Not being able to find the pictures from our last vacation in Rome.
[COLOR="DarkRed"]@ Monster...[/COLOR]
You've probably already tried this, but...
The default file naming system on my camera goes IMG_1234.
Have you tried searching the various possibilities for the default file name from that camera? Such as, a search for "IMG_", and then just drill through the results till ya find the Rome group.
Might work.
Sorry, monster. Sometimes I think the holidays are more trouble than they're worth.
I will keep going, thanks. That was the "bucket list" holiday. He'd always wanted to see Rome and Pompeii :) He was so happy. He could barely walk, we used wheelchair assistance at the airports, but he walked round Pompeii for 7 fucking hours in 105 degree heat
Roman Gladiator Achievement, Tourist mode unlocked.
WTG!
It just gets worse. we are doing the FAFSAs and the motherfuckers are double dipping from what i can tell. They are taking my income to be our joint income from last year (he made at least 75% of out income) and then are counting assets from this year which include the life insurance to replace that income/cushion the transition. Why can I not catch a fucking break? Don't you think losing your life partner would be enough? I have absolutely no fucking wiggle room to pay any tuition. I earn pin money. I need to get a better job, a real job but I'm struggling to keep all the plates spinning as it is :( Even filing the claim on my insurance to be reimbursed for money I have already paid out and desperately need seems too hard, even though it's not. And yes, I'm depressed. Who wouldn't be. knowing it is sadly not a miracle cure and there's no checkbox on the FAFSA for parent too fucking miserable to participate and protect family.
I don't even think the amount I have in "investments" is enough to pay full tuition for both of them for the 6 years they have remaining between them, never mind their living expenses and books -they're both engineers. What am I supposed to do to survive? I'm 48 years old and didn't work for 17 years. I'm just at the beginning of my "career", even though I'm closer to retirement age than college age. This country is amazing sometimes, but other times it just fucking sucks.
The American way, maximise profit, destroy any sign of empathy that tries to rise above personal friends/family level. Empathy must not under any circumstances be allowed to infiltrate the corporate structure for it will weaken the Capitalist system.
Give the bereaved tons of paperwork and Sisyphus level tasks to keep them busy while we glean every penny possible from their holdings like we did when America was great. Grieving must be done outside of normal office hours, you have from 5 PM to 8AM for non business matters.
My age has given me the dubious gift of witnessing this scenario over and over and over again. It sucks, it always sucks, a pain that will dull with time but never go away.
CPAs and MBAs are immune to any trace of empathy, or other human weaknesses while working, it's the only thing tw was ever right about.
I know you don't give a shit about my opinion, but I would at least hint to the kids that money is going to be tight in the future. It's only fair to warn them in case worse comes to worst and we dive into another recession.
The girl can probably make it on her smarts. You may have to hook the boys up with some cougars who will pay their tuitions in exchange for their *ahem* services. It's that; or, the military for its education benefits. Wait until Trump pulls us out of all foreign interventions before exercising the military option.
For now, Rx: Take two Quaaludes and call me from Las Vegas.
Pro Tip: Don't typo your name when booking an international flight. Just cost me TWO HUNDRED FUCKING DOLLARS to correct that stupid error. And FYI, flight insurance doesn't cover "name correction."
Fucking airlines. :flipbird:
Shit. Mighta been easier/cheaper to get a new pre-typo'd ID.
Another reason I'll never fly.
Another reason I'll never fly.
If I can't drive or get there on a boat I ain't going.
@monster,
Something more specific to try when you feel up to it.
I remember Beest being active in computer discussions here so I used the Cellar search engine to look for some keywords in his posts. Something came up in the results that may help. He said he was using two cloud storage systems, Google Drive for documents and One Drive as a backup of a backup for photos.
One drive comes with WIN10 so yours should be working. You can find One Drive by typing it into your PC's file search if you don't already have a shortcut. You can access One Drive from your desktop to see if photos are in the Shared folder. Otherwise, access it from his desktop to check the other (restricted) folders. Double click on the One Drive icon to display all of its folders.
If that doesn't pan out, Sign into Google with his password and try the folders in Google Drive.
Good luck!
his one drive account was disabled. Lack of use. :/ I guess I could investigate further, thanks
Get the sprog on the case.
Get their computer-y friends on the case.
See it with new eyes, so-to-speak.
I forgot the fucking stove ain't working.
Goddammit.
We bought a new range a week ago. Used the broiler last night for the first time and boy did it stink. We had to open the windows in the kitchen to try to get most of the smell out. But it was cold out.
So today is in the 50s and we're opening all the windows in the house and turning the broiler on hi to burn off whatever industrial lubricants are left over that haven't off gassed yet. Hopefully if we run it for an hour or so, it will stop stinking.
We bought a new range a week ago.
You talked about trying to find one that didn't suck awhile back, what did you settle on?
It's a GE that got consistently good reviews online and a decent review in consumer reports.
I had to compromise on the oven control knobs, because those are so hard to find. It's got a touch screen, but is relatively easy to understand. I just spend a few seconds looking for the correct part of the touch pad to depress. *shrug*
The storage drawer is really very nice. Ball bearing drawer slides. Fully extends.
The whole thing looks very modern. It has no tower in the back, so we had to buy a stainless steel panel to screw to the bare painted wall in back of the stove top.
On sale for 1500, down from 2000 on MLK day. We bought the extended warranty, which we never do, because I am really down on the quality of new appliances. Bought it from a local store, not a big box. Service was great. We forgot to get the cookie sheets and nice lasagna pan out of the old stove, and my wife called the delivery guys about 15 minutes later, when she realized our mistake, and they turned around and drove the big truck back to our house to return the pans. It might have helped that she had tipped them?
I find tips a pretty effective for working stiffs. :yesnod:
....It's got a touch screen, but is relatively easy to understand. I just spend a few seconds looking for the correct part of the touch pad to depress. *shrug*
Does it connect to the internet? :D
I'm not sure if you are joking, but many ovens for sale now do, in fact, connect to the internet. One of my many pet peeves regarding ovens. Why would you allow your oven to be controlled via the internet? Is it that important that you be able to turn it off remotely that you would let Ivan be able to hack his way in and turn it on remotely?
It's reassuring that you are at least mildly irritated that every new thing must connect to the net.
So that your oven info can go to the cloud. So that someone sitting at a single keyboard in Russia can hack into that info. So that somehow they can weaponize it and use it against your interests. Or embarrass you when you least expect it.
A good portion of people see that as the natural progression of life.
Ah, hey, that's nice.
A good portion of people see that as the natural progression of life.
A good portion of people see that as a reason not to buy an internet-capable stove.
Why in the hell would want to make a stove even more dangerous? Why would you want to
add a level of difficulty to living?
Our stove apparently died the other night. Maybe just the control panel, but, that costs as much as a stove.:neutral:
So...Our stove apparently died the other night.
It's stuck in cleaning mode. That's a million fucking degrees, Precious!!!
And we will [size=7]
[COLOR="DarkRed"]NOT[/COLOR][/size] be spending 2000 fucking dollars on a new one.
There are some out there in the $500 range.
And they won't connect to the internet. The drawers will slide like shit though. Stay away from Samsung and LG. With Sears going out of business, there might be good sales on Kenmore.
I had fixed my old one 3 times. Twice I did a really good job, but the 3rd time was a frankenstein fix. When it broke the 4th time, I could have done a legit good fix, but I think my wife didn't want me to fix it again. All 4 were separate issues.
In my experience, the control panels are not usually available, and when they are, they are like $250.
If we are spending my money, it'll be a used stove in the $200 range. Electric.
Used would likely get you a better quality stove.
Pissing Me off would be a pretty fucking mild way of putting it....
We found ONE Lifeguard Certification class that could fit around Thor's band commitments, registered and paid weeks ago, scheduled everything else around it, he did the online portion, turned up tonight after driving for 25 minutes in rush hour dusk and drizzle.... and was sent home after the 30 minute skills text because there were not enough participants.
Apparently, the instructor took the decision not to cancel class ahead of time on the offchance people would just show up. Like you do to a 24 hour 4 week commitment.
They are supposed to go away and recruit people to keep the class open.
????
"I'm bored. Maybe I'll watch TV. Or I could go to the pool and see if I fancy training to be a lifeguard without having completed the prerequisite online training...."
So then he had to drive home again. Across country in the fog. When they could have cancelled it earlier today instead of unnecessarily endangering teenage drivers and wasting hours of their time on a school night.
And we will [size=7][COLOR="DarkRed"]NOT[/COLOR][/size] be spending 2000 fucking dollars on a new one.
Ya coulda got one for [SIZE="7"]
only $1500[/SIZE] over MLK day.
Bet cha feel silly for that.
If we are spending my money, it'll be a used stove in the $200 range. Electric.
Used would likely get you a better quality stove.
Worked for me.It's stuck in cleaning mode. That's a million fucking degrees, Precious!!!
Be careful. A house in this neighborhood burned to the ground because a digital stove malfunctioned, turned on cleaning mode by itself, and stayed on all night while they slept.
Be careful. A house in this neighborhood burned to the ground because a digital stove malfunctioned, turned on cleaning mode via internet, and stayed on all night while they slept.
Ftfy
Be careful. A house in this neighborhood burned to the ground because a digital stove malfunctioned, turned on cleaning mode by itself, and stayed on all night while they slept.
Oh we threw the breaker on that shit with a quickness.
It's replaced, and it's sitting on the patio waiting to go for a ride in the country (the recycler;)).
The predecessor to the stove featured in my post above attempted murder-by-broiler.
Fuck that shit, I'd rather be hungry. That's a sign of life at least.
"ride in the country" Hell yeah.
Yeah, I don't usually give an appliance a second chance to kill me.
@monster,
Something more specific to try when you feel up to it.
I remember Beest being active in computer discussions here so I used the Cellar search engine to look for some keywords in his posts. Something came up in the results that may help. He said he was using two cloud storage systems, Google Drive for documents and One Drive as a backup of a backup for photos.
One drive comes with WIN10 so yours should be working. You can find One Drive by typing it into your PC's file search if you don't already have a shortcut. You can access One Drive from your desktop to see if photos are in the Shared folder. Otherwise, access it from his desktop to check the other (restricted) folders. Double click on the One Drive icon to display all of its folders.
If that doesn't pan out, Sign into Google with his password and try the folders in Google Drive.
Good luck!
I got into the one drive! I found photos! They stopped at 2016. :( Rome was 2017
just keep hacking, just keep hacking...
Goddamn phone won't reset to the new time.
Is there a provision for setting the time your self?
Well fuck no there ain't.
Is there a provision for selecting Daylight Savings Time your self?
Well fuck no there ain't.
If I wasn't sick and didn't drive a vehicle w/260000 miles on it I'd throw this piece of fucking shit as far as I could.
I hate a goddamned phone, and I hate fucking TracFones even more.
Goddamn phone won't reset to the new time.
Is there a provision for setting the time your self?
Well fuck no there ain't.
Is there a provision for selecting Daylight Savings Time your self?
Well fuck no there ain't.
If I wasn't sick and didn't drive a vehicle w/260000 miles on it I'd throw this piece of fucking shit as far as I could.
I hate a goddamned phone, and I hate fucking TracFones even more.
Is there anything here that helps?
LinkI've had this fone for about 5 years. There is no provision for time or anything concerned with time anywhere on this fone. When ya spring forward or back ya turn the fone off to reset the time. Not working this time for whatever reason.
Thanks for trying to help though.:)
It ain't even noon yet!?!?!?
This is going to be a very long day.
And I'm already tired of it.
Can you easily remove the battery, without losing stored information, in case that resets something simply turning it off doesn't?
Goddamn phone won't reset to the new time.
Is there a provision for setting the time your self?
Well fuck no there ain't.
Is there a provision for selecting Daylight Savings Time your self?
Well fuck no there ain't.
If I wasn't sick and didn't drive a vehicle w/260000 miles on it I'd throw this piece of fucking shit as far as I could.
I hate a goddamned phone, and I hate fucking TracFones even more.
Hunh. My Tracfone handled the time change without a hitch. I told you, it's time to spend $10 on a new one! :D
That would be cheaper than maintaining a summer place one time zone over.
Can you easily remove the battery, without losing stored information, in case that resets something simply turning it off doesn't?
I did that, yes sir.
Thank you for your support.
I told you, it's time to spend $10 on a new one! :D
I'm in a place where I don't need to buy green bananas, much less durable goods.
Phones haven't been durable since the 70s.
The one on my kitchen wall is fairly durable. It's at least thirty years old.
Popdigr thinks he still has their old round dial phone somewhere. Why he's kept it idk, no way it'll still work.
Dial (rotary) telephones still function with the grid; they may have internal problems.
As long as this is sort of about daylight saving time, I would like to see a Constitutional amendment that prohibits any political unit (city, county, state, etc.) from authorizing any time system that does not have 12 o'clock Noon occur at the solar meridian, i.e. straight up.
In other words, all of the United States must permanently remain on Standard Time, with "Saving" time outlawed forever.
Fucking COBRA.
Do I look like I am made out of money now that I have a a superabundance of free time?
:rar:
As long as this is sort of about daylight saving time, I would like to see a Constitutional amendment that prohibits any political unit (city, county, state, etc.) from authorizing any time system that does not have 12 o'clock Noon occur at the solar meridian, i.e. straight up.
In other words, all of the United States must permanently remain on Standard Time, with "Saving" time outlawed forever.
Can't do that, the lower 48 has 4 time zones. The Sun would be straight up at noon in only one spot in each time zone.
So the referendum would have to be written differently, or create a bunch of new time zones which I don't think is a viable idea.
You and I know what you wrote means in spirit, most people would, but somebody with money and a lawyer could hammer that amendment to death in the courts.
It's pretty fucked up the way the time zones are laid out anyway.
Pacific plus Central stretch coast to coast? :rollanim:
I dunno where that time zone map came from, but Florida is definitely on Eastern time.
I dunno where that time zone map came from, but Florida is definitely on Eastern time.
Michigan too
Burnt the toast.
Burnt the bacon.
Eggs are greasy.
I fucked up everything on the plate. Everything.
Fuck.:mad2:
I'm about to smoke the biggest fucking joint.
Unless I fuck that up, too.
I'd much rather have spent the six hours that I didn't have to spare today which I have had to spend grappling with power supply/distribution/supply companies (yes, I got passed back between the two of them), wierd document formatting fails from my specialist software, laptop failure (Mr Limey's), failure to find printer (in the ether), birth certificate, marriage certificate (physical copies, ultimately found we've just moved house fer chrissake) dealing with the pile of unattended junk from moving. But I didn't have time.
That does sound like a full day.
Hope it gets better for ya.:comfort:
I think about that every time some outfit tells me they can supply electricity cheaper than PECO(Philadelphia Electric Company). PECO still has to deliver that juice to my house, so if there's a problem I only have to deal with one company. No buck passing, not even division shuffling.
I'd much rather have spent the six hours that I didn't have to spare today which I have had to spend grappling with power supply/distribution/supply companies (yes, I got passed back between the two of them), wierd document formatting fails from my specialist software, laptop failure (Mr Limey's), failure to find printer (in the ether), birth certificate, marriage certificate (physical copies, ultimately found we've just moved house fer chrissake) dealing with the pile of unattended junk from moving. But I didn't have time.
Power companies are like the peace of God.
They passeth all understanding.
They also move in mysterious ways.
Yabbut xob this was the supply and distribution arms of the same company. [emoji36]
Anyhoo we have a nice shiny new meter now and the heating will eventually kick back in tonight (storage heaters).
Sent by magick
So you didn't get excuses blaming the other guy, that's good. It's much better to only have to complain once.
What are these storage heaters of which you speak? I would guess they use off peak surplus to heat something, maybe water, to draw heat off during peak hours.
Heaters she had in storage?
Temporary space heaters, maybe?
A storage heater or heat bank (Australia) is an electrical heater which stores thermal energy during the evening, or at night when base load electricity is available at lower cost, and releases the heat during the day as required.
From
WikiOK, I was close, just ceramic bricks instead of water.
I don't believe in bad luck, but I'm bein' tried, in a large way.
Just renewed car insurance...here, in LA., the rates are high (cuz it's a shithole).
Yesterday: my front left tire failed, a nice strip ripped right off the interior, exposing the metal...ridin' on the spare till Monday cuz I'm broke (cuz I just renewed the car insurance).
Today: the 12 year old & me were on the road when the brake & battery warning lights flicked on...pulled over, popped the hood...brake fluid is fine, belt is tight & in place...started her up, let her run...waitin' for the battery to fail...*poof* the lights go out...figured it might be a failing fuse or some such...we continued on into town and went to Auto Advance for a free look-see.
Turns out oil is dripping into the alternator, gumming up the works.
So: I'm broke, riding' on a spare, and will probably have to replace the alternator and repair the oil leak (and the power steering leak I've been makeshifting against).
Where is 'that' cash gonna come from?
Hell if I know.
Again: I don't believe in bad luck...my life is no worse than many, and a damn sight better thsn some...sometimes, though, things conspire in just the wrong way to mimic bad luck.
Bitchin' done.
That's a drag, Henry, especially when something not only goes south but takes other things with it. :(
I can sympathise, Henry.
I got in the car on Wednesday morning about 0730 to head off on the weekly shopping trip, turned the key and the the car gave a groan as there wasn't enough power in the battery to turn over the engine.
I only use it once a week for shopping and if there are no hospital or GP trips for Dad that's just twelve miles a week.
During the winter I'd charge the battery the day before use but it was becoming clear that it was on its way out.
Anyway decision made, parted company with £86 ($112) for a new battery and was back on the road later that afternoon.
I used my time wisely and defrosted the freezer instead of trudging around Tesco. :)
Hey hq,
sorry to hear about your troubles.
re car stuff... I'm just thinkin, how in the world does oil drip into your alternator?
I hasten to add that I'm just thinking this through and this part puzzles me. If you don't want a conversation about cars and car repair, that's fine. but I can't really see how your explanation is literally correct.
I'm gonna pause here, because the rest of my line of though is, well then if that's happening then this must be looked at meaning the other.... and so on and so on and so on...
I wish you *GOOD* luck now!
Some idiot engineers put the alternator on the lower side of the motor, instead of up top. While trying top keep the package as compact as possible.
So now ya got an alternator tight to the side of the motor, on the lower side of the motor...
I had a similar problem with an 82 Buick Century. Oil leak at the side somewhere would get on the pully and belts and get flung around in a plane that intersected the alternator. It was easy to see what was happening when you looked at the underside of the hood and pattern of oil spray there. Anyway it messed up the belts and Alternator.
Sorry Henry! That was an expensive fix getting that oil leak fixed on the Century.
"Some idiot engineers put the alternator on the lower side of the motor, instead of up top. While trying to keep the package as compact as possible."
Yep, that's exactly it.
I'll know for sure tomorrow, after the mechanic does his thing, what the problem is.
gotta find a new mechanic
It's not wrong, but strangling the mechanic is.
I'm down today. I should have seen it coming really - I sort of did. I rode the wave of feeling upbeat and borderline excited (over nothing)mind racing for a couple of weeks, and that always crashes eventually.
I'll be okay - but my mind wants to get tangled up in unhelpful mental knots and wander into memories. Feeling a bit disconnected.
It's good that you can see the pattern DanaC. Even if you didn't or can't prevent the down phase. X
Sent by magick
Thanks hon.
It'll pass. I just have to be a bit more conscious about where my mind is taking me and not let myself get stuck down a blind alley for too long.
A couple of licks on the face and you'll be on your way, just don't watch the news. ;)
Reminds me of a Bill Cosby-ism. No, not that, put your clothes back on.
He once said that he and his brother were well into their teens before realizing their names weren't Dammit and Jesus Christ.
It was because of my father that from the ages of seven to fifteen, I thought that my name was Jesus Christ and my brother, Russell, thought that his name was Dammit. "Dammit, will you stop all that noise?" And, "Jesus Christ, sit down!" One day, I'm out playing in the rain, and my father yelled, "Dammit will you get back in here!" I said, "Dad, I'm Jesus Christ!"
Yes, he was in his prime there. I'm reminded of what Chappelle said about that period.
...was just the greatest comic live. And all that time, during all that...
...he was raping the shit outta some motherfuckers. I mean god damn!!!
It's that time of year again - the Mid Year performance Review.
Which means I have to complete my mid-year performance self-review - which is fucking bullshit. I never know what to write. The software itself is clunky and unintuitive - the way they phrase the section headings and explanations are an exercise in corporate nonsense. They keep fucking changing the goalposts on what exactly they want us to do, so half the frikkin goals set at the start of the year are now obsolete or we just don't have the individual figures for it.
the free form goals are worse - because you have to try and think in their fucking language.
So - there's the 'What' section where you talk about what you've done - examples of things you think reflect well, and which demonstrate the company goals and aspirations (all very woolly, like 'shout out and make it better', 'love simplicity' and 'better every day') and then there's the 'How' section, where you talk about how you approach things, how you've achieved things, what you've done to demonstrate some other goals and aspirations.
One day, I would like to answer as follows:
What?
..... I did my job
How?
..... To the best of my ability.
There ya go, there's your answers. You may add, I can't do this job as well as I wish to, and do this self-review bullshit simultaneously.;)
My sister has fucked up the sale of my Dads farm with her greedy bullshit. We had a buyer and everything was set to go, and she doubles the asking price for her section of the property. And this is what killed the deal. Her bullshit has cost me over 100K, and I'm way pissed off.
Ah family... sorry dude.
Damnit I just realized I didn't ask anything about corporate silliness with the new gig. I'll get what I get I guess.
DanaC - do you think anyone actually reads it? Just waffle. Or tell 'em that great story you told us the other day with the happy ending, no?
Fargon - oh fuck. Fuckin' sisters! GAH!
Those self evaluations are just to make the bosses job easier. Gives them someplace to start. They hate evaluations as much as you do. Although they have books that they can refer to that will give them sentences to plug in. They flip through the books looking for snippets that look right.
It's that time of year again - the Mid Year performance Review.
Which means I have to complete my mid-year performance self-review - which is fucking bullshit. I never know what to write. The software itself is clunky and unintuitive - the way they phrase the section headings and explanations are an exercise in corporate nonsense. They keep fucking changing the goalposts on what exactly they want us to do, so half the frikkin goals set at the start of the year are now obsolete or we just don't have the individual figures for it.
Do you know if any of these reviews are actually read?
Or are they filed as evidence to be used against you at some unspecified point in the future?
At one place I worked each department had to submit stats etc every week and a combined report was produced for all to see.
Nobody seemed to notice that in the summary there were arithmetical errors so big you could drive a coach and horses through them.
I never said anything. :D
Depends who your team leader is.
Some take it very seriously, which is why I need to do it - my bonus and level of pay rise relies on my performance rating. Some don't bother reading it at all.
I wouldn't mind so much if it was based on something concrete and if they gave us a decent amount of time to do it. And if it was genuinely helpful in terms of development.
They do the typical corporate thing of taking something that has a good amount of research underpinning it - using targets and measurable goals as a means to improve productivity and morale, encouraging self-reflection and a sense of personal autonomy etc etc - and then they put it through the corporate mincing machine until it is almost unrecognisable. The goals are too opaque - you can do a really good job, work incredibly hard and be very conscientious and end up with a rating that feels like an insult, mainly because of how it is presented and used. Like, you get a rating of 'performing' which sounds like you are coasting along, just about doing your job - when you read the description it of that rating, it sounds like a really good employee, who does a good job, works hard, is conscientious - and ends up with a bonus worth very little. You read the description of what you have to do for the next rating up and it sounds almost unattainable. The whole thing serves instead to reduce morale and encourage an unhealthy obsession with ratings, and people feeling unappreciated and defeated before they start, thereby increasing stress levels.
I don't really want to engage in the game. I see people emailing round for feedback, and 'shouting out' on Yammer - all of which people then put into their document to justify why they should have a halfway decent payrise.
I don't think I should have to be employee of the year to warrant a payrise above 1.45%
Statistically, the number one reason for people leaving their jobs (at least over here) isn't pay; or, promotions...it's feeling that one has been insulted.
Maybe you can work it into your self-evaluation that you've demonstrated heroic levels of self restraint by not insulting your cow-orkers thus maximizing retention of human resources. ;)
I insult my cow orkers all the time but they just won't leave.
I wouldn't mind so much if it was based on something concrete and if they gave us a decent amount of time to do it.
If they gave you more time you'd write a fucking thesis, and you know it. They're trying to make people write a quick and to the point summary and get to hell back to work. :yesnod:
Statistically, the number one reason for people leaving their jobs (at least over here) isn't pay; or, promotions...it's feeling that one has been insulted.
Maybe you can work it into your self-evaluation that you've demonstrated heroic levels of self restraint by not insulting your cow-orkers thus maximizing retention of human resources. ;)
I insult my cow orkers all the time but they just won't leave.
There are different kinds of heroes.
I thought I could park the cane.
I was wrong.
I fa' down.
If they gave you more time you'd write a fucking thesis, and you know it. They're trying to make people write a quick and to the point summary and get to hell back to work. :yesnod:
That isn't why. The idea is that you should be collating stuff (examples) through the year and working on your document along the way. What generally happens is people end up with a mad rush, because there just isn't time to do it through the year without using up your lunch hours. There isn't enough time to do what we need to do for our job, without adding this bullshit.
I write way less than most people - maybe about 500 words. I had a 30 minute write up session and then worked through half my lunch hour.
Definitely wouldn't write a thesis.
I thought I could park the cane.
I was wrong.
I fa' down.
Ack:( You ok?
Falling is easy. It's all in how you land. Landing can be hard. Didja land hard?
It was a proper hard landing.
Right on the the side of my hip.
Still feeling it, but no biggie. No bruise to [strike]brag about[/strike] show for it.
Didn't know I was falling till I landed.
I did that two weeks ago Sunday. I still have a knob on my hip.
Sounds like a trend, must be a couple of hipsters.
My fucking back. Again.
Had to have a week off work with it - then was back in work last week - still not right though
Starting to piss me off now.
It went for something and nothing as well. I had a sneezing fit - that's it. Just a fucking sneezing fit.
Ah well, it could be worse - I could be working this weekend - and I daresay the gigantic joint I just rolled will make me feel better :P
… Just a fucking ...
Should've stopped there and quit while you were ahead.
Hope yous guys' hips are ok.
I hate back trouble. Hope yours gets straightened out.
I am pissed off at the xenophobia that threatens to have my adopted from Korea son, currently in the US Army, deported back to Korea. Once we had the adoption decree we thought we were done. But no, you've got to get the CoC, certificate of citizenship, so now we get to try to find all the original paperwork, and get the CoC before some officious self righteous bigot kicks my son out of the country. yay Merica.
That's insane. He's been raised as an American.
@ Grav - ta hon. Hope you're feeling better soon too.
Non-citizens are allowed to serve in the US military. It won't be a problem until he gets out of the military; unless, something turns up in his background investigation. If he gets out without citizenship papers and his legal residency term has expired, then he can be deported. He can fight it though if he has a clean background.
The bigger problem is that without citizenship, his opportunities in the military will be severely limited. He can't be granted a security clearance so he can't be an officer, warrant officer; or, in the top 2 NCO ranks. He can't serve in some types of units like Special Ops, Intelligence; or, EOD. The military's Qualitative Management Program (i.e. get promoted or get put out) may force him out before retirement when he gets to a point where he's not eligible for further promotions as a non-citizen.
Jump through the hoops. Better late than never.
It went for something and nothing as well. I had a sneezing fit - that's it. Just a fucking sneezing fit.
Ah well, it could be worse - I could be working this weekend - and I daresay the gigantic joint I just rolled will make me feel better :P
Sneezing is a big risk for backs. We (my family when I was a kid) once had our summer holiday in LLandudno cancelled because the guy who ran the B&B we were booked into tried to hold back a sneeze when he was on the phone, but it came anyway and he popped a disc in his back.
My sister has fucked up the sale of my Dads farm with her greedy bullshit. We had a buyer and everything was set to go, and she doubles the asking price for her section of the property. And this is what killed the deal. Her bullshit has cost me over 100K, and I'm way pissed off.
I spoke to soon. When I spoke to the Realtor that my other sister knows she got all exited and said we were getting ripped off and has listed my section for $200,000.00 and she thinks that she will have it sold next week. I'm skeptical but she is the expert.
How much do you want for the smart sister who doubled the asking price for her section?
I ain't giving her nothing. Because she wouldn't give me nothing.
I went to move my pickup today and the battery was low, only turn over twice, since I hadn't driven it since last year. No problem, grab the spare battery and cables, and pop the hood. While hooking up the battery on the passenger side of the engine compartment I notice on the drivers side a small paper wasp nest about 2 inches across with 4 or 5 wasps sitting on it. No big deal live and let live, until I walked around to start the truck and one of those bastards hit me about an inch from my left eye.
Pain, swelling and an oath that all of them and all their babies will die.:mad2:
I went to move my pickup today and the battery was low, only turn over twice, since I hadn't driven it since last year. No problem, grab the spare battery and cables, and pop the hood. While hooking up the battery on the passenger side of the engine compartment I notice on the drivers side a small paper wasp nest about 2 inches across with 4 or 5 wasps sitting on it. No big deal live and let live, until I walked around to start the truck and one of those bastards hit me about an inch from my left eye.
Pain, swelling and an oath that all of them and all their babies will die.:mad2:
Consider yourself fortunate that you don't live in Alabama. :eek:
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Massive wasp nests as big as a car are appearing in Alabama (again)
(CNN)Scientists issued a buzzworthy warning to Alabama residents: thousands of wasps are making the state home in what are called perennial yellow jacket nests. And they are freaky.
In 2006, a colony of 15,000 yellow jackets -- the size of a Volkswagen Beetle -- was one of 90 perennial nests located in Alabama that year. Entomologist Charles Ray said something like this may happen again in 2019.
LinkHope your eye is okay, Bruce. :(
Yeah, the swelling in my face is going down. The swelling in my vengeance is not.
I don't understand why the Alabamians...Alabamens... Rednecks, don't destroy those nests before they become gargantuan. Maybe misguided bragging rights? :confused:
Yeah, the swelling in my face is going down. The swelling in my vengeance is not.
Well sure, not being able to wink at women put a crimp (cramp) in your style.
I had a pretty scary experience this evening. First time I felt concerned for my physical safety since I moved to SW WA 15 years ago. I had a kitty pet sitting job in a nearby town (about 2500 population, in a 2007 subdivision with narrow streets and houses set ridiculously close together). As I turned into the usually quiet residential neighborhood, I was immediately confronted with crowds of irresponsible beer-swilling parents lining the street and sidewalks while their wild-eyed 5 to 10-year-old spawn ran willy-nilly setting off big fireworks in the middle of the narrow road.
As I navigated through and around pre-set lines of fireworks all over the street, ready to be set afire, the drunk fucks lining the road started shouting "Get the fuck out of here, asshole!" and "You don't live here, bitch!"
Uh. Whut?
Fortunately, the house I was heading for was around the turn and a bit further down the road, so the plastered dog turds at the start of the street didn't see where I ended up. The noise was incredible, deafening, relentless. Smoke filled the air. People were hollering and shouting, kids running loose like banshees. I felt like I was in the middle of the fucking Siege of Beirut, FFS.
Once I got in the house and calmed the cat down, I called the cops. I was literally afraid to leave by the same route, for fear of what these freaks might do as I passed by on the way back home, and I didn't know how else to get out of there safely. The cop escorted me out of the area via a completely different and circuitous route of back roads, just to avoid the lunacy at the entrance of the subdivision.
What the fuck is wrong with the US when a person has to get a police escort out of an all-white, middle-class neighborhood in Sleepyville Butthole, Washington??! :worried:
I completely understand why this family decided to be somewhere else tonight. CHRIST.
Meanwhile, I live out in the (very dry) woods about 7 miles away, and there are idiots firing off firecrackers and mortars all around me. For reasons I'm still unable to understand, Vancouver banned fireworks within city limits this year, but in all the unincorporated areas you can light up the forest with fireworks at will.
Burn, baby, burn. :(
The problem is you not celebrating the 4th in the American way. Driving through the middle of the festivities, probably without a beer in hand.
Why I'll bet you didn't even have your titties out.
Must be a commie, or at least a socialist troublemaker.
The problem is you not celebrating the 4th in the American way. Driving through the middle of the festivities, probably without a beer in hand.
Why I'll bet you didn't even have your titties out.
Must be a commie, or at least a socialist troublemaker.
:D
It ain't enough I spent most of yesterday in the ER...
Goddamned, motherfucking, crackhead squrls, man.:headshake
So I get up to greet the day, doo doo doo look out my backdoor, and there's m'squrl. I know it's my squrl, cuz when I knocked on the window this fucker don't even look, he jumps from like five feet up the side of the tree, and heads right for his spot. He's taken up a spot on the arm of the porch swing as his Point of Cookie Reception.
Or, I should say, his Point of Ambush.:mad:
I walk (doo doo doo) out my back door to give this varmint his fucking cookie, and this sumbitch jumps from about three feet away and lands on my wrist and does a tapdance that Sammy Davis, Jr. woulda been proud of. He skinned-the-cat around my wrist before I could body slam him. If you've ever heard a squrl bounce off concrete, you'll never forget the sound. It is unique.
He peeled out on my patio like Junior Johnson w/a load o'moonshine and revenuers hot on his ass. He didn't stop til the base of the maple tree about forty feet away. And then stopped at the base of the tree like his life was not in imminent peril.
After I disentangled myself from the swing:mad:, I saw the cookie lying on the patio and picked it up and chucked it, not in the direction of the Squrl.
He went for it well before it ever landed. I don't know if he got it or not, and I don't care at this point.
At this point, I'm worried about the scratches his creepy little rat feet left on my cookie hand. Now I gotta worry about what was on his creepy little rat feet. Now I gotta worry about distemper, squrl AIDS, chlamydia, and what-the-fuck-ever-else I might get from the little crackhead sumbitch. I'm not worried about rabies. I've read in more than one place that it's virtually impossible for a squrl to transmit rabies.
And, of course, we're out of alcohol. The rubbing kind, not the drinking kind (had to use hydrogen peroxide and slather the Neosporin). Although I could use drink right about now. You ever been attacked by a squrl? I wouldn't recommend it.
The ungrateful little rat bastard just might get his next cookie from the end of a rifle barrel if I feel the slightest toe-twinge from normal.
Mmm, it's been a long time since I last had squrl n gravy.
Maybe with some sauteed onions.:yum:
I would give anything if I could have seen it happen, though.
:lol2:
Sorry to hear that Mr G. :eek:
I've never had the misfortune to tangle with a squirrel but my old Yellow Lab x Border Collie, who was too fleet of foot for his own good, caught one out on a walk and it bit him on the cheek.
Blood flowed and it was not a pretty sight.
You have my sympathy.
You will understand why my friends named their backyard squirrel Cujo.
Curious if you are so worried about his various contagions you would consider ingesting him.
I feed my backyard Squirrels peanuts out of a dish on my patio table. Maybe I'll move the bowl.
Bush tailed rats, every one of them..
No thanks.
I like squirrels
My bro had a tame(ish) squirrel he hand reared and then released back into the semi wild woodland his back garden kind of meanders into
Darwin. He used to come back to visit - then he started bringing his girlfriend to visit.
Havent seen him in a while though - I dunno how long they live.
Curious if you are so worried about his various contagions you would consider ingesting him.
Because I cook my food.
- I dunno how long they live.
My buddy has three-legged squrl that is ~9 - 10.
I would imagine a reglar ol four-legged version would do at least as well.
It ain't enough I spent most of yesterday in the ER...
Goddamned, motherfucking, crackhead squrls, man.:headshake
So I get up to greet the day, doo doo doo look out my backdoor, and there's m'squrl. I know it's my squrl, cuz when I knocked on the window this fucker don't even look, he jumps from like five feet up the side of the tree, and heads right for his spot. He's taken up a spot on the arm of the porch swing as his Point of Cookie Reception.
Or, I should say, his Point of Ambush.:mad:
I walk (doo doo doo) out my back door to give this varmint his fucking cookie, and this sumbitch jumps from about three feet away and lands on my wrist and does a tapdance that Sammy Davis, Jr. woulda been proud of. He skinned-the-cat around my wrist before I could body slam him. If you've ever heard a squrl bounce off concrete, you'll never forget the sound. It is unique.
He peeled out on my patio like Junior Johnson w/a load o'moonshine and revenuers hot on his ass. He didn't stop til the base of the maple tree about forty feet away. And then stopped at the base of the tree like his life was not in imminent peril.
After I disentangled myself from the swing:mad:, I saw the cookie lying on the patio and picked it up and chucked it, not in the direction of the Squrl.
He went for it well before it ever landed. I don't know if he got it or not, and I don't care at this point.
At this point, I'm worried about the scratches his creepy little rat feet left on my cookie hand. Now I gotta worry about what was on his creepy little rat feet. Now I gotta worry about distemper, squrl AIDS, chlamydia, and what-the-fuck-ever-else I might get from the little crackhead sumbitch. I'm not worried about rabies. I've read in more than one place that it's virtually impossible for a squrl to transmit rabies.
And, of course, we're out of alcohol. The rubbing kind, not the drinking kind (had to use hydrogen peroxide and slather the Neosporin). Although I could use drink right about now. You ever been attacked by a squrl? I wouldn't recommend it.
The ungrateful little rat bastard just might get his next cookie from the end of a rifle barrel if I feel the slightest toe-twinge from normal.
Mmm, it's been a long time since I last had squrl n gravy.
Maybe with some sauteed onions.:yum:
Build yerself one of these:
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He's very close to getting one of these:
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At ~1500 feet per second. Right in the cookie hole.
The scratches he left my hand/wrist are quite angry-looking.
So am I. Still.
My old Dad (94 next week) is not a fan of squirrels.
He takes great delight in watching the birds, esp the Great Spotted Woodpeckers, which visit the feeders but becomes somewhat animated when squirrels turn up in a raiding party.
He shouts so loudly that I'm surprised that we haven't had complaints from the occupants of the nearby church yard.
I also worry about the ability of the ramshackle conservatory to withstand the noise.
Of course they don't take any notice of him... so he shouts a bit louder... and louder ad infinitum.
One day I shall buy him a solar topee and an elephant gun.
Y'know Grav - for that squirrel to land on you like that means he trusted you. You built enough trust with that animal for it to do that. It wasn't deliberately trying to hurt you, it was doing what a squirrel does, clamber over the person it trusts.
Goddamn fig trees in the backyard are dropping 4-5 figs an hour. Goddamn dog keeps eating them. Goddamn dog's stomach keeps puking them back up. Goddamn dog keeps eating its own vomit.
I try to go out there and pick up the new figs every time the goddamn dog goes out to pee. But the goddamn dog doesn't like this new pattern and is now peeing and pooping in the house all the time instead.
Goddamn fig trees.
Stupid dog tricks. They'll eff you up every time. :rolleyes:
Goddamn fig trees in the backyard are dropping 4-5 figs an hour. Goddamn dog keeps eating them. Goddamn dog's stomach keeps puking them back up. Goddamn dog keeps eating its own vomit.
...
Goddamn fig trees.
Never has a post looked so much like my own.
:lol2:
Y'know Grav - for that squirrel to land on you like that means he trusted you. You built enough trust with that animal for it to do that. It wasn't deliberately trying to hurt you, it was doing what a squirrel does, clamber over the person it trusts.
I think he was a bit on the excited side. Hew as stripping the bark off the other maple tree racing around and around it w/another squrl. He jumped from pretty high up, about four -five feet, when I knocked on the window.
I think he was still in bark-stripping mode when I came out w/the cookie.
I've warned Momdigr not to feed him from her hand for a while, in case he's started to feel entitled.
My cousin's mother-in-law had a squrl that would climb ya to get the peanut. Her husband wore farmer-type over-alls, that squrl would go into his pockets for the peanut.
I ain't up for all that.:headshake
I'll give my squrl some time and try him again. Let him settle his tiny ass down some.
Goddamn fig trees in the backyard are dropping 4-5 figs an hour. Goddamn dog keeps eating them. Goddamn dog's stomach keeps puking them back up. Goddamn dog keeps eating its own vomit.
The Chocolate Labrador who I looked after to the extent that he was (almost) half mine was very fond of plums.
I remember taking him home one evening whereupon he headed straight for the plum tree in the back garden.
As luck would have it, a plum fell from the tree right in front of him which he snapped up, removed the flesh and spat out the stone in short order.
In its own way, the whole performance was quite beautiful.
It would probably have qualified for an Arts Council grant.
The down side to all this was, of course, the effect the plums had on his digestive system.
During high summer I had to be permanently on alert for ominous gurgles from within. :eek:
Despite his foibles, he was a lovely dog and I do miss the old chap.
Despite his foibles, he was a lovely dog and I do miss the old chap.
That begs the question, why don't you get your own? :confused:
That begs the question, why don't you get your own? :confused:
Unfortunately, it would be difficult, if not impossible, to give a dog the required exercise as there is a limit to how long I can leave Dad on his own.
His balance is poor and his mobility even worse so he uses a three wheeled walker to get about the house.
My worry would be that he'd have a fall or get himself into some other sort of trouble while I was out with Fido.
It's for that reason that I make an early start to the weekly grocery shop.
If I leave the house at about 0730 I can be back about 0930.
The wedge of newspapers that he has usually keeps him occupied for the couple of hours I'm out, but once he has finished those all bets are off!
Have you considered taking on a senior dog, or breed that requires less walking?
Greyhounds can manage on very little in terms of daily walks - as long as they get a decent run once a week
Have you considered taking on a senior dog, or breed that requires less walking?
It has crossed my mind to take on an older dog but I'd quite like to have one that's going to be around for a few years before the problems of (canine) old age set in.
Greyhounds can manage on very little in terms of daily walks - as long as they get a decent run once a week
The trouble is I'd still feel guilty about one being in or around the house most of the day and not getting the attention I feel it should deserve!
Fair enough. But most greyhounds I've known have been most content to mainly snooze
Unfortunately, it would be difficult, if not impossible, to give a dog the required exercise as there is a limit to how long I can leave Dad on his own.
Boing Boing - excuse level weak
My worry would be that he'd have a fall or get himself into some other sort of trouble while I was out with Fido.
What kind of trouble that couldn't wait 20 minutes till you get back, and if by some strange reason he did that, he'd sure as hell learn to not pull that shit until you got back. Respect is a two way street.
It's for that reason that I make an early start to the weekly grocery shop. If I leave the house at about 0730 I can be back about 0930.
Two hours? Your old ass couldn't keep up with a pup for two hours, it doesn't take that long to give them a good workout. You could also sit on the back step and throw a ball for 10 minutes without disrupting the household routine, and still make a pup want to rest.
The wedge of newspapers that he has usually keeps him occupied for the couple of hours I'm out, but once he has finished those all bets are off!
See respect above.
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I will admit there is a danger of Dad usurping ownership and telling you to get your own dog. :haha:
C'mon Man, you're overthinking this, lead with your heart. :biggrinlo
… What kind of trouble that couldn't wait 20 minutes till you get back, and if by some strange reason he did that, he'd sure as hell learn to not pull that shit until you got back. ...
At that age, a fall resulting in a hip fracture. Complications, like travelling blood clots, from the injury or corrective surgery and the myriad of complications from the resulting immobility can make a hip fracture a death sentence. Statistics set the chance of dying within twelve months of a hip fracture from 1 in 5 to 1 in 3 with about 1 in 4 dying within six months.
An ounce of prevention is worth more than a pound of cure: it's worth a life. Not to mention that when a person can no longer remember the mistakes they've recently made (short term memory is the first thing to go), they can't learn from them. The deterrence provided by him knowing he's under constant watch is the most effective prevention.
The power of now is strong in Carruthers. There'll be time for a dog in his life later. He doesn't need Dad tripping over one now.
I got the impression Carruthers wanted to be there in case it did happen, rather than Trying to prevent any possibility. Were that the case he could never go outside the house, not even to fetch the mail, or photograph a crooked tree.
However, he's a grown man and has to make his own decisions.
They have ups and downs in their capabilities throughout the day. There's even a term for those who do substantially worse during the evenings - sundowners. Letting their Activities of Daily Living (ADLs) go unmonitored for any part of the day is always a calculated risk. While those doing the watching have to make time for their own ADLs, a dog can really complicate matters if it doesn't adjust to everyone's schedules. Maybe get a robo-dog, like K9. Program it to help with alarms and reminders.
Goddamn fig trees in the backyard are dropping 4-5 figs an hour. Goddamn dog keeps eating them. Goddamn dog's stomach keeps puking them back up. Goddamn dog keeps eating its own vomit.
I try to go out there and pick up the new figs every time the goddamn dog goes out to pee. But the goddamn dog doesn't like this new pattern and is now peeing and pooping in the house all the time instead.
Goddamn fig trees.
Update: we have now purchased 50 feet of plastic garden netting and 15 stomp-down fence posts, and have completely walled off the portion of the yard beneath the fig trees. The dogs and the fig trees can all go fuck themselves.
Boing Boing - excuse level weak
What kind of trouble that couldn't wait 20 minutes till you get back, and if by some strange reason he did that, he'd sure as hell learn to not pull that shit until you got back. Respect is a two way street.
Head injury from a fall. Any bleeding injury from a fall. punctured lung from a fall..... Carruthers can be pretty sure his dad is ok while he grocery shops, because dad is sitting reading the morning papers. After that, all bets are off.
… The dogs and the fig trees can all go fuck themselves.
A doggone good figure of speech.
Head injury from a fall. Any bleeding injury from a fall. punctured lung from a fall..... Carruthers can be pretty sure his dad is ok while he grocery shops, because dad is sitting reading the morning papers. After that, all bets are off.
Yep. That's what got Pete's step-Dad. Carruthers has a lot on his plate. Pete's step-Dad had his mood supported by a new dog but whether or not said dog tripped him in his night wanderings is up for debate.
Head injury from a fall. Any bleeding injury from a fall. punctured lung from a fall..... Carruthers can be pretty sure his dad is ok while he grocery shops, because dad is sitting reading the morning papers. After that, all bets are off.
Yep. That's what got Pete's step-Dad. Carruthers has a lot on his plate. Pete's step-Dad had his mood supported by a new dog but whether or not said dog tripped him in his night wanderings is up for debate.
It might be worth relating the following.
When Dad gets changed, or needs somewhere convenient to sort out his post, he'll perch on the edge of the bed.
Using his walker, he reverses up to the bed and attempts to sit on it.
His generally frail state means that he can't lower himself in an ordered way and makes what can best be described as a 'gravity assisted arrival'.
On a number of occasions he has misjudged matters, landed on the edge of the bed and slid to the floor. I think on one occasion he might even have missed the bed altogether..
Luckily, he has only bruised his dignity but getting him upright again has presented something of a challenge.
On one occasion I was in the shower so it took a couple of minutes between the alarm being raised and 'rescue efforts ' getting under way.
I just can't run the risk of him having a fall and being half an hour or more away.
I had a beer rebate worth $48-60 and left it to the last minute. But got the last minute wrong by 3 days so despite trying to submit 24 hours ahead of schedule, I'm 48 hours too late. Dumb. I could have done it at least 10 days ago but didn't. I suck
tbh this shit barely counts as beer
I am sorry it is only a memory for you, that sucketh :( Gone forever or just for now (if that's not too nosy)?
Well, I've drank a few, total, here and there.
But, basically, no alcohol for us diebetix.
If I know I might have a beer, or a drink, I don't take the Metformin that morning, nor that night after a drinkiedrink.
I've read a beer or two shouldn't hurt, but...
I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes 20+ years ago. I have a drink every once in a while, just don't do every day, and I eat sweet BBQ sauce just not all the time. You can go out and eat a Cheeze Burger and a beer and it wont hurt, just don't do it all the time. Watch your Blood Sugars and take your Insulin appropriately.
PM me if you have any questions.
I'll admit that I don't quite get why beer is so bad. There's only 6.5 grams of carbohydrates in a Bud Light. And no sugar (well, not that kind of sugar, y'know what I mean).
When they diagnosed me in the hospital, my BGL was 335, but that was during a motherfucker of an infection (my white count was 22,000). My A1C was 12.
Welcome to Stage 3 Type 2 diebeetus!
When they diagnosed me in the hospital, my BGL was 335, but that was during a motherfucker of an infection (my white count was 22,000). My A1C was 12.
Welcome to Stage 3 Type 2 diebeetus!
I'm no doctor but I am a keenly interested reader and I found
this page to be informative. My takeaway was that Stage 3 is characterized as "unstable" as your body is responding in a different way to the chemical stresses the systems face. I found it interesting that they described the feedback loop of glucose and insulin and the organs that detect and secrete the components as a "thermostat" that is exquisitely sensitive (hence just one beer can make a difference) but sensitive in a very narrow range. And when the levels of the ... significant things are outside the range of the thermostat, the thermostat can't cope and OTHER, less good things happen.
Again, so, so not a doctor.
Grav, I wish you the very best. Please take care of yourself.
(my white count was 22,000).
is that racist?
;)
:(That is white blood cell count.
I'll admit that I don't quite get why beer is so bad. There's only 6.5 grams of carbohydrates in a Bud Light. And no sugar (well, not that kind of sugar, y'know what I mean).
The problem with alcohol for diabetics isn't just the carbs. While on the one hand it's busy increasing your blood sugar, it can also cause your blood sugar to plummet--because while your liver is processing out the alcohol, it stops doing other regular tasks, including releasing stored glucose. So what it really does is make blood sugar levels extremely unpredictable, and if you say to yourself, "this beer equals 6.5g carbs, therefore I'll take this much insulin" you could put yourself into a diabetic coma if your blood sugar actually went down with the beer instead of up.
Also, alcohol increases the risk of nerve damage in diabetes, and interferes with oral diabetes meds like metformin. It's just a super dangerous combination, especially for someone who is still trying to get their BGL stable.
Right beer is bad, that's why I wash down my Metformin with Everclear 190 and diet soda.
I used to be aware of an adage for drinking with diebeetus.
If you have to drink, don't drink beer, drink wine (or liquor, whichever). And (whatever the other one is) is better than (whatever the former is).
Anybody know what I'm talking about?
Being patronized about (irrelevant) basic healthcare by automated message whilst on interminable hold to a healthcare provider because they can't answer a really fucking simple question.
Slight tangent:
My urologist couldn't tell me how Flomax works.
Told me it was a good question.
/Tangent
now the question is: how many times will they tell you about the benefits of getting your children vaccinated with MMR before they come back with an answer?
Slight tangent:
My urologist couldn't tell me how Flomax works.
Told me it was a good question.
/Tangent
