Hey, as long as your pixels don’t try to pass themselves off as pilots, I’m good with them.
[Yoda]Typos many there are. Many words use I. Window of edit short is. Fix all I cannot in time.[Yoda]
Sadly I cannot speak for my pixels - they are an entirety unto themselves.
I can say that no pixels under my control, during my watch, shall ever pilot, plot or plot a pilot so help me God.
Zeke
Not an objection, as such, but I am curious to know if you took the cab number down, so you could help the dispatcher identify the miscreant who was disseminating counterfactual data regarding the cab company’s policies.
No. I must admit that I didn’t.
The truth is that having dealt with the blue baggies o’ wonder and then the whole lobster thing I was about done with stupid fucking people. The cabbie just iced the cake as it were.
A delicious cake full of dogshit, lobster and stupification.
I was focussing on trying to set a good example for my kids and not making a scene - though I truly wanted to.
Getting the car number was far from the top of my list at that point.
If my kids weren’t with me I likely would have (wrongly) entered into the dance with the stupid prick and said something to the effect of,
"Are you fucking serious? I can’t hail a cab and you can’t pick up your fucking and radio and call one because of… what?
"You’re too fucking lazy you pointless motherfucker. I know that I can wave to a cab in a cab-stand and reasonably expect that a cab sitting there will accept the fare. That’s the whole fucking point of a cab-stand.
"I also know that you can radio for a cab to replace you since you have a call you must get to.
"So stop being a dink and radio for a fucking car! For Christ’s sake man how fucking hard is this? I want a cab, you are in the cab business, you have the means to summon another cab if you’re currently too busy.
“Get me a fucking cab!”
I did none of that.
Instead I, bravely, accepted the stupidity, and the attendant implacability, and walked away - muttering - as I savoured the flavour of freshly ground teeth.
Yay, I think I’m starting to grow up!
In summation; I was too busy not throttling the drool-chimp to note the car number.
Zeke
Fantastic thead title, Zeke.
Slightly apropos…
Yesterday the wife and I were pulling our camper on the last leg of a cross country trip. We stopped for lunch and to let our small dog out. Dutifully we picked up her deposit (sadly, we only had blue bags though). Wife dropped it in the pickup bed, but communications broke down and I didn’t grab it on the way to drop off the trash. 200 miles later, I discovered the bag of poo hung on the camper steps. It had apparently blown out of the truck bed and lodged there, flapping as we drove down the highway.
Somewhere, on some website, I’m being pitted for hanging doggie-poo bags from my camper rather than throwing them away…
Thanks for the compliment 
I wouldn’t bitch about folks like you. You folks bagged it and were planning to properly dispose of it. Shit happens and mistakes are made. C’est la vie.
Anyone who rags on you for that is a douchebag.
This fucker purposely left his dog’s shit neatly tied up and packaged.
This was not a case of “Oops, I left the dog shit somewhere I shouldn’t have. I sure hope it doesn’t piss someone off.”
This was a case of “I’m going to dutifully pick up after my dog and bag it. But wait - I might have to carry the baggie for a hundred or so feet. Nah, that’s not necessary. Duty discharged. I’ll just leave it here. Or I could just fling it into the bushes. Out of sight out of mind. Right?”
Zeke
Sorry, I missed this one.
You kick ass!
That is all.
Zeke
***Dead ***lobster.
(Sorry, I’m finding the dead lobster conversation hilarious. It sounds like something from Monty Python.)
Your thread title is now a favorite of mine.
Something I’ve never understood about the Pit (brought to mind by this thread): apparently one’s rant must pass some sort of test in order to be deemed worthy of the Pit. Do not dare to bitch about something that pisses you off, lest it not piss off everyone else.
Criminy, sometimes, ya just gotta vent your spleen…
I think I understand the source of confusion here. **Zeke **is one of those cat owners who calls his cats his “kids.” Now, Zeke, when you say your “kid” were asking for a cookie, it was really asking for a kitty treat, right? And guys, I don’t think the cats will pick up smoking, so let’s just drop that whole thing, ok?
What I want to know is why were you shopping with your cats?
[bleeding heart]You could afford cell phones and save the environment if you gave up cigarettes, you know. Those poop bags probably weren’t properly disposed because the people responsible inherited asthma from your second hand smoke.[/bleeding heart]
Did you forget the lobster you wanted?
Coincidence. While reading your post (but before I got to the above line) I was reminded of a stupid incident I witnessed once: a clerk holding up a long line over some silly matter (needing a manager to approve a 10-cent discount or some such). Trying to salvage a little humor I asked the lady next to me in line “Have we become characters in a Kafka story?”
Maybe the cabbie was pissed off you harrassed the lobster vendors without buying anything. :rolleyes:
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FWIW, I’ll join you if you ask the Mods to change the thread title to “Let’s Pit John Mace.” He’s a pretentious twit not nearly as smart as he thinks he is, always happy to make stupid little jabs. He often refuses to connect the most obvious dots. I’m not sure whether he’s too stupid to connect obvious dots, or just thinks it’s a way to win points in a debating game.
His family doesn’t have pens or pencils, you elitist fuck.
You know, I’d gladly give up my cellphone for a simpler life, a life absent asshole telemarketers wasting my time or phantom phone calls from Sri Lanka dialing me just to see if they can make a phone ring on the other side of the world. Or, even worse, my wife calling me from the garage telling me she’s home and can I come unload the car, her feet hurt from shopping. Damn cell phones.
Poop bags or John Mace aren’t as annoying as cell phones.
Fuck cellphones Zeke. I’m with you on this one.
Apropos nothing, Saint Fiacre is the patron of both cab drivers and sufferers of hemeroids.
I’m going to just assume you’re taking the piss and I failed to get the joke.
On the off-chance that you aren’t taking the piss you are in serious need of medication (or possibly a reduction in medication).
Either way, we should do lunch.
Zeke
P.S. For the record I don’t call my cats my kids. In truth I tend to want to defenestrate people that refer to their pets as people.
[Moderating]
Well, you’re violating the Pit’s language rules left and right, and I’m going to have to ask you to stop doing that.
Also, you really shouldn’t smoke in front of your kids.
No warnings issued on either count.
[/Moderating]
While I agree wholeheartedly with you I’ll not ask for a thread name change.
The thread was meant as a means to vent about a series of aggressive idiocies to which I was subjected. John Mace just happened to show up and open his stupid fucking mouth and I took the opportunity to let him know just exactly how much I value his opinions… and existence.
This was not meant to be a “Fuck John Mace” thread. It was just an enjoyable detour.
'Course we do you smug dollop of toad sperm.
I just don’t habitually travel with them. Had I had one stabbings might have ensued 
You are a creature of beauty.
Yeah.
We don’t really have a need for them and they seem like an opportunity to be constantly open to annoyance with the added bonus of paying for it.
I accept the inevitability of joining the bephoned but I don’t like it.
Good choice.
Point 1) You are right. I apologize for having violated the rules and I will do my best to abide in the future. I appreciate the discretionary lack of warning.
Point 2) I’m not sure how to respond.
See, you included the admonition against smoking inside your mod tags. So if I were to say, “Are you fucking serious you knob? Read the rest of the thread, check out the bits about smoking, see that it’s been done to death and move on!” like I would to any other poster, would that be attacking a mod.
I do not in any way dispute the fairness of point one. I do feel somewhat hamstrung in that you appear to have given instructions about how to live my life under the aegis of your mod shield.
I should very much like to let you know what a steaming pile of yak shit I consider the shot to be but I’m afraid - owing to the mod tag - that to do so would violate the rules.
If you feel that this should be taken to ATMB I’m certainly happy to do so.
Otherwise if you could clarify I would really appreciate it.
Zeke
P.S. I actually quite like Miller. He’s one of my favourite mods.