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oh...there is is...never mind.
Yeah, we actually have that monkey one, but the problem is that those work more for the "wandering away" kind of kid, not the, "sits down and won't move or takes off running" kind of kid. It tends to work better when they're smaller and not in the defiant stage. Unfortunately.Quote:
Originally posted by Orual
Have you considered getting the kid a leash? Some of them are sort of cute.Quote:
Originally posted by Sarahfeena
Seriously, friend's boyfriend, we're not friends. You actually creep me out a little, and I'm pissed off at you for calling my other friend a faggot. Stop IMing me.
I knew that the haircut was going to be bad as it was happening, yet I did not stop the stylist.
Now I am a homely old hag. :(
:( Don't look at it as a bad haircut. Look at it as a fabulous opportunity to try hair extensions and wigs?
WE CAN REBUILD HER.
It is my just punishment for going to SuperCuts ... :fail:
To the short people with umbrellas and not looking where they are going.
Please stop trying to poke my eyes out.
Thank you.
I want a coffee. Right now. :coffee:
It has been long and stressful day and I want a coffee. Right. Now. :(
Stupid Willpower over Lent
My legs are aching to the point where I can't sleep. I want a fresh pair of legs dammit! :mad:
Why are they aching?Quote:
Originally posted by spitz
Really, dude? Really? You kept up your phone conversation at the register, dropped a wadded up bill on the counter to pay, counted your change four times like I was going to stiff you, then told me to have a blessed day? Fuck you and your fake ass blessing.
Coz I did a lot of work/walking that day, and I have ongoing problems with my back (courtesy of a childhood accident). Sometimes they ache and throb and I can't sleep. Ah well.Quote:
Originally posted by What Exit?Why are they aching?Quote:
Originally posted by spitz
Sorry, I fogot this is a rant thread.
I really really hate IE. It's completely useless. Grrr. Feel the fury!
...and I think I'm developing another ulcer. Yay.
I get achy legs, too. It's getting worse, and I know I have to go see a doctor about it, and I don't want to! :(Quote:
Originally posted by spitzCoz I did a lot of work/walking that day, and I have ongoing problems with my back (courtesy of a childhood accident). Sometimes they ache and throb and I can't sleep. Ah well.Quote:
Originally posted by What Exit?Why are they aching?Quote:
Originally posted by spitz
Now my whole spitz is achy :(
My foot hurts in a specific, do-I-have-a-stress-fracture sort of way. This probably mean I should buy new shoes and go to the doctor. But I don' wanna. :(
After two long Bank Holiday weekends, back to back, I really don't want to be back in work.
I worked overtime today. Spent most of it correcting the mistakes of my colleagues. Who'd gone home. I got pretty much nothing done, so I was annoyed.
I got in my car to drive home. The road is nice and windy, but poor visibility. So when I got stuck behind two cyclists in colourful suits, merrily riding along shoulder to shoulder, I was unable to safely pass. They knew I was there, they knew I couldn't get past, yet they did not move.
Now, I'm all in favour of cycling, but mutual respect in traffic saves lives. So, for fuck's sake, when your holding people up on the road, move your shiny bikes 2 feet to your right onto the 7 foot wide fucking bike path! Yeah, there's a bike path. Paved. Nice and smooth, though perhaps not quite as smooth as the road. It runs parallell to the road all the way. I considered plowing through them, but I knew I'd probably get caught while peeing on their still breathing, mangled, not-quite-yet corpses.
Man, why are so many cyclists total dicks? Expect drivers to give them the whole road when they're on the road, expect pedestrians to scatter when they think it's more convenient to go on the sidewalk or breeze through a crosswalk.
It's the "I am being environmentally/health conscious, therefore I can be a raging asshole" thought process, I think.
Amazingly common, that one.Quote:
Originally posted by Zuul
I'd actually suggest removing the link to them being cyclists and just call them assholes. They'd probably be just as massive a pair of assholes on foot or in a car.
If I ever spot them again, I'm going to stay behind them, leaning on the horn, until our paths split.
OMG I would have been a ball of rage. Kudos to you for not running the off the road, Claptree. Seriously.
Oh, I was grabbing the wheel with white knuckles until I got home, believe me. Fortunately I was low on gas, so I didn't dare to treat the throttle too badly.
I set my iPod in its deck an hour ago. I picked it up just now to go out and run some errands, and the screen is totally blank. Poking at the buttons doesn't help. Trying to sync it with my iTunes avails nothing. It doesn't even register as connected to my computer. It ded. I sad.
Orual, that sucks. My nook died this weekend, and I'm waiting for a new one. It's only a few days, but it feels like forever. :(
I reallly hope I left my billfold at home and didn't lose it on the subway.
My nook is also possessed by evil spirits, Sarah. But I'm afraid to take it into the B&N, because I know they'll take it away ... :(
God damn you, coworkers, for putting me in a position where I have to be a snitchy tattletale. :fist:
Dear co-workers, if you use the last of the milk in the fridge, go and buy some more. :fist:
Retards, why do you go to your kids' school concert if you're going to talk the whole time, including when your own kid is performing?
And when I tell you to shut up, don't tell me I'm being rude, although I do appreciate you keeping your piehole shut after that.
INTERNET! :RAEG:
Why you so difficult?
Dear Little Old Lady,
If you don't know your own e-mail address, you probably should not have other electronic devices. Why are you so insistent about getting an e-reader?
No Love,
Me
Dear Bank,
In this electronic age of instant money transfers, why does it take you over a month to set up a direct debit.
From someone having to pay things manually until you pull your finger out.
It is a great truth of the universe that any time I put in some effort to make myself look nice, something inevitably will occur to ruin the effect, i.e. rain, excessive heat, and humidity. Also pouring half of my coffee down my front like a dipshit. FUUUUUUUUUU
OMG the guys working on my neighbor's house have the music turned up SO LOUD it is driving me insane. I'm seriously going to lose my mind.
Damn you, wisdom teeth. Dam you straight to hell.
And a double-damn to the dentist who told me, at 19 (when it would have been easy to deal with oral surgery repercussions), that I "don't need to worry about your wisdom teeth, they look fine!"
Since when did Firefox 4 become such a buggy piece of crap.
Seriously, it's crashing at least once or twice a day where 3.6 was pretty stable.
I'm just not going to look at my facebook groups or I'm going to get sucked into another dumb argument on that stupid amendment page and it's going to be really embarrassing to explain burst forehead veins.
Also, I'm going to my first funeral tomorrow and I'm deathly afraid of The Giggle Loop but I can't try my usual method of joking about it on Facebook without risking offending someone. Maybe Twitter will work.
Dear big city visitors. I know this may be your first time to the big smoke, but please pretty please don't be so dumb as to stand in front of the door of a commuter train and try to get on when it pulls in.
You will be flattened by those getting off and delay everyone else getting on.
Dear Hospital Staff,
One of you knocked my eighty-something year old grandmother to the ground and into a brick wall. You damn well better take care of her, since you are in a mother fucking hospital and one of you knocked her to the ground and into a brick wall. There is no excuse for ignoring her or diminishing the fact that she was knocked to the ground and into a brick wall by one of you. Yes, she's a sweet old lady who won't push matters. No, her daughters and grandchildren are not. You are damn lucky someone read between the lines when my mother didn't actually threaten a lawsuit, and you're even more lucky that my eighty-something year old grandmother was not seriously injured after being knocked to the ground and into a brick wall.
No Love,
Marsilia
Fuckers. I'm glad they finally looked her over and she's okay, but that really pisses me off that somebody had to talk to them to get action. :RAEG:
You've met Memaw, Zuul. She's not exactly the type to insist that she be taken care of. Even when I called to check on her, she'd been up frying chicken because my cousin came over to do some work for them. Woman needed to be checked out. Too bad it took my mom going in and saying pointed things to make it happen.
For at least the third year in a row, my state legislature cannot settle on a budget, causing a complete government shutdown. This year, the kicker is that instead of just telling everyone to go home and wait for a call, they're LAYING EVERYONE OFF. Everyone. Including my father, who has worked for the state his whole life. Now, he'll get his job back when they go and rehire everyone. But by laying everyone off, they have to pay out their benefits. And yet, they don't balk at costing taxpayers MILLIONS OF DOLLARS just for a petty squabble over a budget.
If I could, I would throw the whole lot of them out on their butts and replace them with people who would at least be willing to discuss the issues at hand intelligently.
Grr.
Air pockets in toothpaste <rage>.
Dear Fucking Pedophile Who Tried To Film My Good Friend's Rape,
Me again. I know we haven't spoken directly in something like four years, and I have a very good reason for that, I promise. I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU, YOU DISGUSTING, SUBHUMAN PIECE OF SHIT!!!!! I don't care that someone else has taken it upon themselves to get you periodically banned from Facebook and you keep coming back and trying to friend me. WE ARE NOT FRIENDS!!!!! I'm not going to suddenly forgive you for getting me arrested because you were using events to troll for teen girls, I'm not going to suddenly forgive you for trolling for teen girls, and I'm not going to suddenly forgive you for breaking my friend's trust and telling one of your pervert friends to hold off on raping her while she was drunk because you wanted to film it for later fap fodder. I hope you die of something nasty. I hope you try to approach me at work so I can fucking stab you. Then, when I get arrested because of you, I won't be so mad about it.
Still No Love,
Me
Dear Atlantic Magazine:
I note that your July/August issue has cover stories on "How the Cult of Self Esteem is Ruining our Kids" and "The Case for New-Age Medicine". For a minute, I thought I must have time-travelled to 1995. But no, if it were 1995 you'd have a fun puzzle in the back of the magazine. It's definitely 2011 since, although you've no space for a puzzle and a short story, you've got space for the amazingly horrible "What's Your Problem" page.
It was really bad timing for me to receive a melodramatic letter attempting to get me to re-subscribe the same day I receive the actual magazine.
Dear Amazon,
Why couldn't you keep your hands off Book Depository.
Just Saying.
Dear self - you overate all weekend and now you will PAY, because icky-tummy-feelings are not a justifiable reason to take a sick day. :drunk:
Dear Toronto Blue Jays:
Why is it that your bullpen is capable of doing a fine job on nights when the starters have already blown the game, but throws the game away when the starters have left them with a lead?
Why do they call sinus headaches 'headaches' when they make your face hurt? They are in fact faceaches. Or eyesocketaches.
Also: someone please mallet me in the head. Or face. Or eye socket.
Oh no, you too? I'm adrift in a sea of agony today. I feel like my head is going to explode.
I would blame pollen, or the weather, or something. However, we live 2000 miles apart, so I will instead blame Voldemort.
This seems logical.
Myrnalene and Exy
where has all the yelling gone?
always missed
Hey, medical lab. If your "now being served" sign, the one on the wall with the big red numbers, doesn't actually mean anything, why don't you turn it off? You know it bugs people that it says "Now serving 68" when in fact you're only getting around to 57 -- I know, because I heard 57 yelling at you.
I really don't get it, it's got to be more annoying for you than for me.
You know, there are a vast, vast number of possible number/letter combinations. Designating every boardroom on your floor as 1A is probably not a good idea.
And when every boardroom on your floor is designated 1A, it's probably not a good idea to simply invite people from outside your office to boardroom 1A.
Why does moving have to be so hard? Ugh. Now I have the glorious task of trying to catch up on everything ever that's been lost in the shuffle.
Dear Sam,
I'm not sure what your food is doing to your belly, but I can't breathe in my own damn living room. If you've got to go outside, go stand by the door so I can do something about it. Don't just lay there and fart.
Yes, I know the Olympics are only a year away but please stop telling us all how great it will be.
I abso-fucking-lutey despise the mid afternoon on a friday oh we gotta fix this bug.
:RAEG:
I DON' WANNA GO TO WORK NO NO PLEASE NO.
Dear Activision Blizzard,
You fucking bastards have made sure that Diablo 3 cannot be played offline.
Get stuffed.
Hey Whirlpool/Maytag:
One of the many fun features of our brand new washer being broken is that we can't open it. Therefore, asking my wife, every time she calls to complain about your not repairing it in two weeks, to give you the numbers THAT CAN ONLY BE FOUND BY OPENING IT is not particularly helpful.
Seriously, I now understand why the Maytage repairman was the loneliest man in town. He was curled up in his office, drinking cheap wine, while the customer services people ignored all the complaints.
Dealing with city/county employees is enough to make me want to get a gun and move to the nearest survivalist compound. These people are so stupid I'm amazed they don't kill themselves going in to work every day.
Like, seriously, why can't the Blue Jays find a closer?
Hey, burrito place. OK, when I said my order, I said "to go". I could forgive you asking me immediately, "For here or to go?"
When, after you'd taken the order, and I'd been sitting around your nearly emptly, un-airconditioned hellhole of a place for an eternity, you asked "For here or to go?", and I said, "....to go", and you said "For here or to go?"... well, I understood why the burrito place I walked out of for being so crowded was so crowded and you were so empty.
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Dear Self, I don't care if its monday morning and you feel tired, coffee is made with hot water, not cold water.
Dear Guy on My Couch,
I thought you were spending the afternoon, a few hours. Then, last night, you suggested you should come to my house and spend the night. Then, when your ride fell through, I drove you all over town to help you prepare for your move, and you came back, expecting to spend the night again. Now, you have no plan for how you'll leave my house, except that you "thought" I could take you to another home on the other side of town before I go to work.
Really? So, a couple of hours between running errands and settling in has become nearly two days of constantly being in the other's presence? How is that not taking advantage? There is a good reason I've never offered to let you room with me while you pretend to look for work.
Dwindling Love and Good Will,
Me
Marsilia, the guy isn't a musician, by any chance?
Nope. It could be argued that a musician has a job.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
Hmm, there's one for the Crucible.Quote:
Originally posted by MarsiliaNope. It could be argued that a musician has a job.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
So he's the drummer then.Quote:
Originally posted by MarsiliaNope. It could be argued that a musician has a job.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
Dear wife's half-brother, his immediate family other than my wife, and family he married into:
For days ahead of the wedding, I kept hearing about all the stresses associated with the rehearsal dinner. I gather the rehearsal dinner went fine, which I'm glad to hear.
But, here's a thought: Maybe, in addition to the rehearsal dinner, you should have had, you know, a rehearsal, so that maybe some of the people involved with the wedding would have some idea what they were doing.
Just a thought.
Qwikster is a stupid fucking name, Netflix. Why must you make me hate you?
Dear Monday,
Could you please be about twice as long? Seriously, there's no way I'm going to get this stuff done. :RAEG:
Dear Doctor:
If my cholesterol numbers justify changing my medication today, why didn't the same numbers from the same test justify changing my medication the last time you renewed it, two months ago?
Dear America, it's not Zee, its Zed. Get it right.
In America it's Zee. We like it that way, limey. :fist:
If Zee is Zed, then A should be Alph. :P
I was thinking the other day that QuikFlix would have been better. I wonder if it's already been taken.Quote:
Originally posted by Orual
Dear co-worker.
Please do not leave a carton of milk in the fridge for several weeks until the thing is fit to burst and comes out in lumps.
:barf:
Honest to god, anyone over the age of twelve who rides bike on the sidewalk should be considered "hostis humani generis", just like a pirate.
Jesus-fucking-shitballs I hate my fucking job today.
THE WORLD IS RUN BY DROOLING NINNIES AND SADISTIC ASSBASKETS AND I WANT TO SET THEM ALL ON FIRE.
Quote:
Originally posted by Orual
Dare we even ask what happened or should we just hide from your wrath?Quote:
Originally posted by Orual
Shit rolls down hill and I'm at the bottom of the hill.
Other people's poor record-keeping over nearly a year is coming back to bite my organization's billing in the ass, and I'm supposed to compare a bunch of vaguely-fraudulent paperwork to some poorly constructed spreadhseets and have it all make sense. And nothing about the parameters of either the paperwork OR the spreadsheets was explained to me before hand, so I did a large chunk of the vaguely-fraudulent comparisons incorrectly.
Everyone involved in this situation should be set on fire, but nobody cares, because basic records management is beyond the ken of everyone and I hate them all.
FIRE. HOLY CLEANSING FIRE.
Dear Vacuum Cleaner,
Please do not eat my sock, just because it happens to be near where you are.
That is all.
I have the sneaking suspicion that I'm a spiteful, joyless hag. Also I hate my face.
It's HTML. You copy/pasted from the section above.
How could you get it so very, very wrong. :RAEG:
Dear Nerd,
You opened with "I like your outfit, especially the rainbow, 'cause I'm gay--not really!" and things deteriorated from there. You made wild assumptions about me as a person, the wildest being that the fact that I was standing in the place where I am paid to stand meant that I was open to your attempts at flirtation. You made rude comments about the place where I grew up. You looked for a wedding ring, then asked if I was married. Not being married doesn't mean that I'm interested in a loud mouth who thinks that liking comics while female means that Kitty Pryde must be my favorite of the X-Men (though the stammering when I told you that I preferred Deadpool was almost worth the annoyance), or that my obvious attempts to diffuse your "flirting" and "joking" meant that I'm not from around these parts. You're gross. Keep that in mind before attempting any more aggressive flirtation with women you've never met who have to be professionally cordial.
No Love,
Marsilia
PS
Trying to get my coworker to talk about me when I didn't respond favorably was the opposite of classy.
Wow, Marisilia met Howard from "The Big Bang Theory".
This is why Marsilia should have a Taser.
I have a fucking SPLINTER. In my WRIST. :fist:
My God, that's it exactly.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
I have a knife. They won't let me use it. :(Quote:
Originally posted by Orual
What about brandishing? A little brandishing never hurt anyone ...
Muffin's Exegisis of the Toes:
My feet are cold. Not allegorically cold, nor anagogcically cold, nor even tropologically cold. Just plain old literally cold.
I hear it was cold in the 13th century too.
I have been told by the store manager that I'm within my rights to go get a manager if I feel harassed or unsafe. I will be taking him up on that.Quote:
Originally posted by Orual
Amusingly, the guy guessed that I was from Boston, then New York. (Zuul can tell you how Bostonian I don't sound.) One of my managers, who happens to be from Boston was working Monday night. I told him a guy had guessed I was from Boston, and he asked "Why? Were you surly?" I told him I was, and he said "That's why!"Quote:
Originally posted by Marsilia
Heh, "Boston" seems to be the go-to guess for people who think they're good at accents, but aren't.
<3 <3 <3 BOSTON IS MY TRUE SPIRITUAL HOME.<3 <3 <3Quote:
Originally posted by Marsilia
Dear Personhood MS,
The attached video doesn't answer any questions in any sort of factual way. Please, inform your anti-choice lackeys that posting it all over MS Healthy Families communities isn't helping your case.
Regards,
Marsilia
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpRPG...ature=youtu.be
Marsilia - please pass me the brain bleach and wire scrubber. :(
The fact that a "medical professional" could say all that with a straight face just astounds me. :hands over the brain bleach, wire scrubber, and hot water:Quote:
Originally posted by CatInASuit
PSQuote:
Originally posted by Marsilia
Suggest to your supporters that they read everything on your page so they know what they're supporting. When I recognize a quote from The Personhood Book and someone who's implied that my opposition to Personhood shows a lack in intellect and reading comprehension skills asks where the quote came from, it really makes y'all look bad.
Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
Follow-up, on the off chance anybody is interested:
Walked past this place today. Landlord's notice of termination is on the door.
I am not surprised.
I was at the doctor and I forgot to ask for a flu shot. Because I am a dummy.
PPSQuote:
Originally posted by MarsiliaPSQuote:
Originally posted by Marsilia
Suggest to your supporters that they read everything on your page so they know what they're supporting. When I recognize a quote from The Personhood Book and someone who's implied that my opposition to Personhood shows a lack in intellect and reading comprehension skills asks where the quote came from, it really makes y'all look bad.
Someone might want to have a chat with the fellow in the fetus-and-Jesus van. And, by "have a chat with," I mean bludgeon until he needs medical care, then refuse to give it to him because he's not an embryo.
I think your run in with that fellow may have gone beyond anything vaguely "mello." What an awful, awful thing to inflict on any person he drives by.
It was really upsetting. I've been trying to distract myself, 'cause I start shaking when I think about it.Quote:
Originally posted by Zuul
I thought that a lack of manners when it came to eating at someone else's house and a bizarre intolerance for anything vegetable matter based was indicitive of some major personality flaws on the part of my niece's boyfriend.
And today she tells me she can't discuss politics with him because he calls the president "that fucking nigger."
The whole family is trying to get her to leave him, because holy crap. :wth:
Well, I was going to complain about having to work in somebody elses office because the carpet in mine is all torn up, but I feel a little small after reading Zuul's post.
Words fail me.
Has he managed to pick up his knuckles off the ground yet?
The mental sensation you get when reality does not appear to jibe with your memory is most unpleasant.
Also I don't think you should let that creep back in your house, Zuul.
To the Governor-Elect of Mississippi,
I'm a Christian, a tax payer, and a voter in the state of Mississippi. I am not evil, nor am I in league with Satan. I know you were speaking at a Yes on 26 rally and to an AFA radio audience when you made those incendiary comments. That doesn't excuse them. I am one of the 58% of Mississippians who believe that a woman's agency over her own body is sacred. I am pro-family, pro-adoption, pro-contraception, and pro-helping a mother put food on the table for the kids she has at home. I'm pro-education and anti-indoctrination. And, if I don't get an apology, I'm going to be pro-recalling a governor. 58% is still a majority.
No Love,
Me
Dear son:
I don't know why you have this compulsion to tear pens apart, but it is going to have to stop. They have done nothing to you, and I occasionally like to have an intact pen around to, like, write things with.
The 2nd season finale of Veronica Mars is extremely disappointing.
I have a cold. It feels like I have a lump of Jello salad lodged in the upper part of my right lung. It is most unpleasant.
Man, I hate that. The sensation that if you just cough, just right, you'll be OK, but it just doesn't work.Quote:
Originally posted by Orual
Hope you feel better soon.
Dear rabbits,
You know what rabbits in the wild do? They have sex. A lot. I know it's kinda cold out right now and maybe you're feeling a little lazy, but for God's sake, hump!
-Me
Dear Marsilia,
You have homework, and it's the busiest retail season of the year. You're not allowed to be sick, so cut it out.
Love,
M
Goddammit my whiskey hot toddies with extra whiskey are not even making a DENT in this fucking thing.
Are they at least helping you slide into sweet oblivion?Quote:
Originally posted by Orual
... no. It took hours to fall asleep and I woke up at 4 AM. Screw it, I'm taking a sick day.
I do this too. Not sure why. I also like to have a pen on hand to write with, but can't stop myself.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
Well, it's at least comforting to know that he's not the only person in the world to have this compulsion.Quote:
Originally posted by spitzI do this too. Not sure why. I also like to have a pen on hand to write with, but can't stop myself.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
Dear Dentist and annoying Dental Hygienist:
I already told you that I already bought a Sonic Care off you. I already told you that it broke down in no time. I am not interested in buying another one. Just clean my dang teeth.
Dear morons who somehow hold down jobs in the same Ministry of Government as I do, despite not having the sense that the Good Lord gave a howler monkey:
If you receive an e-mail from someone you don't know, which Microsoft Outlook has thoughtfully flagged as POSSIBLE SPAM, just delete it. Do not hit "Reply All" to say that there is a mistake and you should not be on the mailing list.
And when one moron has done that, don't hit "Reply All" to say "Nor I".
And when 20 other morons have done that, don't keep doing it.
:smack
That is really unfortunate.
Seriously. We're supposed to be in a time of restraint. If the Government wants to save some money, it could just fire all of these idiots and replace them with an inanimate carbon rod. It would increase the average workplace IQ.
Sigh...Christopher Hitchens is dead. No huge shock, but I'll miss him.
And I can't even blame God.
Knowing how bad he was back in April, I'm surprised he made it as long as he did.
*head desk*
How do you think you're going to get paid if you don't give the company you're contracting with your social security number? I'm all for being cautious about identity theft, but this is actually one of the specific purposes your social security number is supposed to go towards. How the hell have you held a job before without filling out a W-9?
The Krankies are swingers.
Kid's TV staple of the 80's and panto favourites every since. Swingers.
My childhood has been ruined in a way I can't quite fathom. :???:
Fan-dabi-dozi ????
Why did they feel the need to share this, since it appears to have nothing to do with their public life whatsoever? :???: Will the Wiggles next share their stance on blowjobs?Quote:
Speaking on BBC Radio Scotland's Stark Talk yesterday, they admitted they had an 'anywhere, anytime' attitude to sex including on golf courses - while on tour they went with other partners with the full knowledge of the other.
Grrrrrrr. SLEEP. :RAEG:
Christmas can fuck right off.
Yes, you need a credit card for your Nook account. No, you can't just use a gift card. If you bought it from us, we told you that. If the person who gave it to you bought it from us, we told them that. Yes, it has to be an active credit card. Yes, there has to be money in your account if you use a debit card. No, the Nook shop won't let you do anything without a valid credit card. It doesn't matter how many ways you ask or how many times you ask, there still has to be a credit card on your motherfucking account.
Dear Masked Magician exposing Magic's top secrets.
!. Given your overly dramatic performances, a 5 year old could work out how you do the trick before you explain it.
2. You don't just explain how the trick is done, but you also suck the life and joy out of magic.
Please stop, as you are making me nostalgic for Paul Daniels.
Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull - Why?????
My iPod has stopped working, but I can't tell if it's because it has died the true death, or if it's just being a pissy little bit of machinery and needs to be synched.
Also work sucks and I can't do anagrams.
"Work sucks and I can't do anagrams" would make a great book title.
It will be my quirky memoir about being underemployed and intellectually insecure.
Given all the times we replace our printers, couldn't we at least once come up with ones that print?
I hate that Dr. offices are never open at anything but regular business hours, because that means I have to call from my cubicle and EVERYONE CAN HEAR ME.
Dear American Tourist,
In the UK, most kids catch chicken pox when we are young, so we don't need to be vaccinated every ten years. It's easier that way. If your shots aren't up to date and you encounter kids with it, out and about, that's tough on you.
Screaming at two small children that they should not be allowed out will get the manager asking you to leave and not them.
Please don't darken these shores again.
Thirteen. That is the number of hours I've been scheduled for next week. So much for this cross training bullshit being of any use to me…
Me: So you want to backup your document?
PWOAC: That's right.
Me: So what's the problem?
PWOAC: Well I used to save my files straight to a floppy disc....
Me: Ok.
PWOAC: But then I decided to burn them to a CD...
Me: OK.
PWOAC: So now I can load the document from the CD and make the changes.
Me: *Pleaseno, pleaseno, pleaseno*
PWOAC: But I can't save it back to the CD.
ME: :smack:
PWOAC: Can you fix it?
ME: :suicide:
I just bought nice hand cream because I thought it smelled good in the store.
In reality, it makes my hands smell like dusty Froot Loops crossed with old-lady potpourri. :fail:
It was really slippery today walking to the subway. I fell twice and one time was straight back, really hard. I got up, head ringing, thinking "Wow, this is how people die." If there'd been a jagged rock instead of smooth pavement, you'd be wondering why Rube had stopped posting.
Brand? Now I have to go seek it out and sniff it. :DQuote:
Originally posted by Orual
The Body Shop's "Japanese Cherry Blosssom" Hand & Nail Cream. It smells like somebody died in your grandmother's guest bathroom.
I don't normally say this and mean it, but...LOL. :DQuote:
Originally posted by Orual
Hey, world? Yeah, hi. Could you just maybe slow down a little? Just...go on pause for a day or so? I'd really appreciate that.
Sigh. I swear, I feel like I'm running on a treadmill and losing ground.
I completely forgot to report for jury duty. I am such an idiot.
OMG -what happened? Did Sheriff's deputies track you down and drag you to the Courthouse in cuffs, with numerous Taserings and cuffs to the head throughout the trip?Quote:
Originally posted by Orual
No, I called the courthouse, and they said they'd send me a new summons, instead of a Failure to Appear. Hopefully that means I've avoided the Taserings ... for now.
The sad thing is that I'd really like to serve on a jury.
Dear Toronto Transit Commission:
The first day of the month ony happens 12 times a year. It is marked on calendars, and you can use computers to remind you when it's coming.
Why can't you set the automatic entrances at the subway so that they recognize the new month's Metropass first thing on the first?
Absolutely nothing brightens a day like being reminded how everything you ever worked for was a gigantic waste of time and money.
Hey, new manager. Could you not be a cunt? It would really be awesome.
WHY AM I SUCH AN IDIOT ALL THE TIME OH MY GOD.
Also: paperwork. Paperwork is death and horror.
Dear ambulance chasing fuckwads.
Reverse charge calling my mobile to sell me no-win no-fee insurance claims only makes me want to reverse an ambulance over you.
I'm starting to fee like Alexander, he of the terrible, horrible no good very bad day.
I was late getting to work because my train was late, and at work I had to talk about some alleged problem that is vaguely connected to something I apparently drafted years ago and can't remember and isn't important to anybody who doesn't have OCD and I spent two hours in a meeting with my back killing me and when they got to my matter they deferred it because of something that had nothing to do with me.
I think I'll move to Australia.
It's just past noon, and I'm already ready to set everyone on fire.
Orual, don't resort to murder. Move to Australia with me.
There was stir fry for dinner. I hate stir fry. My kid was playing ball hockey in the rec room and knocked over the keyboard again. My kid's going away for two nights on a school trip tomorrow. I hate not having my kid around.
It's been a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
I guess some days are like that.
Even in Australia.
But in Australia, we can punch crocodiles.
Damn, that's right.Quote:
Originally posted by Orual
Pack your bags.
"<3 <3 Valentine's Day is not just for couples! Tee hee hee! Giggles! <3 <3" - Facebook idiot
"Eat shit and die, you condescending douchebasket." - Orual
Dear America,
Please can you muzzle Sean Penn. His comments on the Falkland Islands aren't helping.
That is all.
PS: I thought Valentine's was really for all those people who wanted to be in a couple.
I'm still wondering what Facebook idiot meant. I keep thinking it's about having a vibrator or a Real Doll for a Valentine, but probably my mind's in the gutter.
Furry.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
It was some bit of glurge about sharing love with everyone you care about, accompanied by lots of hearts and teddy bears, so ... polyamorists? Polyamorist furries?Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
The financial aid department at my old school can eat a dick. A bag full of hairy, flaccid dicks.
That is all.
May this person, spend a long, long, long time behind bars.
I did something to my back last Thursday, and now everything makes it hurt more. I can't sit at my desk, stand, walk, lift anything, go up stairs, lie on my back, or lie on my stomach without causing stabs of pain. Things that don't help: stretching, hot pads, ibuprofen. I am broken and miserable.
That is terrible, it take rest and proper exercises to really help and is easy to do normal things to screw your back, back up. Rehab is fairly expensive and chiropractors don't really do much but maybe ease the pain for a bit. My back was really screwed up following the hurricane cleanup. It is much better but took months.Quote:
Originally posted by Orual
I'm so sorry. I've had that kind of inescapable back pain before - where there isn't even a comfortable position to find, or list of things you can avoid doing - and it's like a whole-body toothache. Mojo sent. :(Quote:
Originally posted by Orual
A skillful combination of Robaxacet and gin is all that ever gave me relief in those times.
Kaiser Permanente can suck a bag of dicks.
I have deeply conflicted feelings about Kaiser. On the one hand, they took such good and complete care of my dad for the last 12 years of his life, where we could have easily been completely ruined financially due to his illness: we could have had to sell the house, my mom could have been left with nothing after his death, or less than nothing for that matter, in the form of piles of debt. But on the other hand, the actual day-to-day dealings with them were never anything less than mind-bogglingly frustrating.Quote:
Originally posted by Orual
NO doctors available to see me at all. FOR TWO WEEKS. But someone will get back to me. Tomorrow, maybe. I'm trying to psych myself up to call back and find out why, exactly, my 6 days worth of back pain don't qualify for 'urgent care'.
OK yeah, that's brutal. There's nothing more infuriating than not being taken at your word regarding your own pain level, and whether or not it constitutes an emergency. artifex had whole units on that kind of stuff in school.
Have you tried cold packs? Heat can cause more swelling, which can be painful. Can you get in to an urgent care center somewhere, if they have any of those where you are?
There is a surprising dearth of doc-in-the-box type urgent care clinics in this city. Also, if I got a prescription from a non-Kaiser facility, I wouldn't be able to fill it under my insurance, and I'd have to pay out of pocket. If I could afford that sort of thing I wouldn't have this shitty insurance to begin with.
I will try an icepack when I get home, thanks for the tip.
EDIT: OCS' mojo worked, someone's going to see me this evening, wheee!
... Now watch them tell me to take ibuprofen and use an icepack.
That's exactly why I didn't bother to go in for the high sprain I sustained a few weeks ago - I knew exactly what they were going to tell me to do (and I've been consulting with the head of PT at my work). But I was able to borrow a walking boot and crutches and a Polar Care unit, otherwise I would have had to.
Hopefully you get some good drugs, maybe some nice muscle relaxers!
Orual, come back and let us know how it went for you at the doctor.
Ouch Orual - that sounds really painful.
I'll send some mojo as well, although I doubt it will work as well as OCS'.
*hugs NHS, for all its faults*
Well, my faith in humanity was moderately restored. I got in to see a Nurse Practitioner* last evening who was very nice and listened to me, and gave me a prescription for muscle relaxers along with some back exercises, since I apparently need to strengthen my core.
The muscle relaxers didn't knock me out as much as I was expecting, but I did sleep better and my back feels a little better this morning.
* Why are nurse practitioners always 100 times nicer than any doctor ever?
IME, nurse practitioners usually were regular nurses before getting their advanced practice license, which usually means they have a better feel for reality and patient advocacy. (Seriously, a good bit of our job is to listen to what the MD is prescribing and give feedback on whether or not that is actually possible for the patient in question - not everyone can afford the latest fancy drug, come in for outpatient procedures every weekday, whatever. And patients are often intimidated or embarrassed to tell their doctor this directly, they just end up not complying. So part of a nurse's job is to run interference and reality checks.) That tends to translate to NPs who are either pretty awesome, or arrogant NPs who think they are way better than MDs. (I am currently in the middle of carefully avoiding an ongoing territory war between an NP of the latter stripe and a podiatrist.)
When you're up to it, yoga and Pilates are great core strengtheners!
Dear Kobo:
That your 20 per cent off promotional code is not available for books from any publishers I would actually buy books from is a bit of an impediment to me using it.
Just sayin'.
Dear Bucket,
Could I not have found out that you had a small hole in the bottom before I spent time cleaning up and not after?
Oh documentation.
How I loathe thee.
Dang sciatica.
Haven't had you in years. Why are you suddenly back with a vengeance?
Its been raining on and off for the last week or so.
How come we are now being classified as being in a drought? :(
There is no cruddy situation that social anxiety can't make worse. That is all.