Vorlon, thank you for your concern, but I don’t think that Tony will hurt me. I do think that it will be suicide by cops and I’m concerned that innocent people will die. I think that I’ll know when he’s at that point if he kills his pets. I don’t know what I can do to warn people.
Tony has slid through the cracks. His problems are legion, but he’s still functional. He’s slipping into darkness and nothing can be done until he shoots a congresswoman.
I do love that guy and will do anything I can for him. I know that he loves me too, so if I’m in the line of sight when he breaks, he won’t hurt me. He might kill me, but I won’t suffer if he can help it. How’s that for a dysfunctional relationship with someone who isn’t blood kin?
Tony has a very good heart. If we were to go out for a ride and Tony told me that I should bring my snow gear and I refused and we got snowed on, I’m the one who would be wearing his snow gear.
Tony is the best one ever for fostering feral cats. Tony has only “failed” with 3 and he beats himself up over them still.
I love him openly and purely. Tony is a good man who has mental demons tormenting him. I would give anything to be able to help him, with that, but I can’t.
If you could, send good thoughts his way. This is not his fault. Tony is a good person who’s brain misfires.
Another reason I know that Tony won’t blow up my house is because I have fosters. We have bonded through rescue.
If you’re trying to make me feel better about temperatures here, it’s not working!
“Home” (well, actually my rental in Madrid) should not be “that place where you wear woolly leggings, jeans, pajama pants, a long-sleeved shirt, a sweater, a jacket, fingerless gloves and a scarf over your head and still can’t stop shivering”. I’m considering taking advantage of the winter sales to grab my kindle and move to the nearest mall during the day, those have proper heating
-42ºC with the windchill today. Holy fuck, that’s cold even for us! I do feel sympathy for places that don’t have proper heating/insulation - at least our cars, homes, malls, etc. here are all designed to deal with this kind of cold.
I got a Nook tablet. Sunday. I love the little gizmo just for the fact I can carry my extensive ebook collection around with me. (Been buying and saving them since they first appeared.)
Had I known that in their demented minds Barnes and Noble had it made so that you can only access 1gb of the 16gb space for music, books, etc that you already own, I wouldn’t have bothered. They left the other 15gb for the OS and needed files, and the content and apps they want to sell me.
Which brings me to another thing. The nook is running an android OS. So let me freaking use android apps and not the overpriced ones in the B&N store.
Lucky for me I’m tech savy enough to root the damn thing so I can do the above. Fuckers.
Glad my girlfriend was able to pick it up for $75 instead of the $250 it’d have cost in the store.
SonuvaBITCH! We bought this place two years ago, and I noted then that somebody had done what looked like a DIY grouting fix on the kitchen floor porcelain tiles. Within a year we started seeing the grout popping out and some cracks in the 18" tiles. When the count got to ten cracked tiles, we shopped for a contractor and they started today.
Well, now that we’ve seen what’s underneath the tiles, it’s no surprise that they were cracking: whoever installed them laid down Wonderboard on top of old vinyl without using thinset to bond it and without following the nailing pattern which is laid out on the fucking material at six inch intervals so you don’t forget to do it. Instead, they nailed it about every two feet, providing a nice springboard for the floor to flex. :mad:
Now I’m wondering what other shortcuts they took with the renovation. I have to say I had reservations about buying the place when we learned that the people who did the reno bought the place to flip it. Fuckers.
May I ask how you learned that, Chefguy? Such information can be useful, for precisely the reasons illustrated in your post, and I’d love to know which grapevine to lay my ear against once it’s (finally … eventually …) time for us to go house-hunting.
The part about them flipping the house? They owned it for just over a year, during which time they did a top-to-bottom reno, then sold it. It was also near the peak of the housing market. Additionally, you can find out what permits were issued (and more importantly, closed) on the place at your friendly municipality. The flooring obviously escaped the inspector’s eye. It’s a cheap way to save a buck, for sure. I mean. . .skimping on nails? Really?
An interesting side note: After the contractor pulled up the Wonderboard and exposed the 50’s vinyl, it also exposed the original 1905 wood flooring.
What Chefguy said, and plus: if you’re a noticer of details, notice the details at any house you’re seriously interested in. We have a few friends with flipped-during-the-boom houses; they’re lovely places if you don’t look too closely. Stuff like prestige items installed sloppily – like a glass vessel sink with marble countertop in the guest bathroom and one of those fancy bronze faucets… installed just a liiiittle too far from the vessel, so it spatters on the outside. Which was not caulked properly (because around a clear glass vessel, a proper caulk job that doesn’t look like six pounds of ugly is a tremendous pain in the ass) so it seeps down into the under-counter cabinet. Toilet flush levers that aren’t set right, and either hang loose enough to chip the premium-color porcelain hole they’re fit into, or are so tight they’re hard to get enough leverage on to work. Custom switchplates with one of the two screws missing. Sticky fresh paint around the lovely big skylight but only the skylight, because it leaks.
Since the real problem with flippers is the shortcuts they take, look for any signs of shortcut-taking in surface details like paint jobs and how well things like doorknobs operate.
New therapist-counselor who I started seeing for depression issues, you are depressing. I’m going to go to my third appointment with you next week to be polite and tell you why I’m not coming back, but – really? Muscle testing for allergies – to non-organic milk, even – as a suggestion to help my migraines? You sounded so rational in our first session, but I should have looked up some of the reasonable-sounding catchphrases you were tossing around. I don’t suffer from PTSD so I didn’t recognize or care what “Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing” might be, but it turns out it’s your specialty. One of your specialties. And your therapeutic focus is on healing birth trauma, including hypnosis to recover fetal memory and breathwork? Yeah, I’m done. :eek:
I hope my son, or at least the generation after his, will look back on crap like this and think of it as quaint, old-timey nonsense. “Can you believe that back in Grandma’s day they still believed in that stuff? And paid real money for it?!”
I have been involved in my local minor-league hockey team’s Booster Club for ten years. We do a lot of good for the guys - we provide items such as dishes, cookware, flatware, glasses, towels, sheets, blankets, washer & dryer, etc for the player apartments; these kids are mostly fresh out of college and don’t have much of that stuff.We aid with tuition if any want to do post-grad work (we have 4 in MBA programs right now) and with airfare if there is a family emergency back home. We provide a hot meal for the visiting team after games.
These guys provide me with a lot of entertainment; I like helping make them feel at home here. That said…
I recently accepted nomination for the position for corresponding secretary for the remainer of the term - this season and next. No one else wanted to do it - I’ve done it before and it’s not really a difficult job. Send out meeting notices (mostly e-mail), sympathy and get well cards as needed, help with maintaining the membership roster. No big deal.
Look, bitch, I accepted the position Thursday. The reason the position became open is because the woman who was elected wasn’t doing her job. I KNOW you haven’t been getting notices of upcoming meetings. Wait until I screw something up before you come bitching at me about not receiving notices. Notices for next month’s meeting will be sent out next month, 10 days before the meeting. Which you already know about because it’s the third Thursday of every month.
Do not make me regret taking this on this soon. You, my loud-mouthed, bitchy club member, are one of the reasons people have left this club. The only reason we haven’t kicked your ass to the curb is because of your Down’s Syndrome son, who is a total sweetheart.
Snow sucks. Winter sucks. It was 55 degrees and raining this morning, now it’s 20 and snowing. The part of the city I live in was annexed over 50 years ago, but the city seems to forget that when it comes to snow removal. But at least the snow fills in the potholes.
Ugggh, we’re in Creston (B.C.) right now and it’s just below freezing and we’re having a lovely evening outside in the hot tub. We head home to Calgary tomorrow and I am NOT looking forward to it (well, heading home if Highway 3 is open tomorrow!).
These people piss me off, because they give my entire field a woo name.
My rant:
Son of a fucking bitch. This could be nothing, or could be…bad.
My dog is…not okay. He’s eating fine, drinking fine, pooping fine, peeing fine, but he’s very lethargic and low energy. Normally he’s pretty active, and all I have to do is use a particular tone of voice to get him wagging his tail and bouncing around. But tonight, nothing. He’s walking around with his head hanging down, very slowly. I palpated his sides and belly, all his legs and paws, and there wasn’t any reaction.
I’m hoping it’s just something he managed to eat when he was outside in the backyard, and he’ll be fine tomorrow. But I’m worried. He’s older, somewhere between 10 and 12 years of age (we got him from the Denver Dumb Friends League in 2003, and they estimated he was 1-3 years).
Obviously, I’ll call the vet tomorrow if he’s still acting this way, but in the meantime, I get to worry and worry and worry.
<sigh>
I love my dog. He’s so great. And I’m not ready for this to be a big thing.
Have you thought about restoring the original floor? Because that’s cool.
My rant: after being a couch potato my entire life I discovered running and I love it. Fuck you, painful left knee, lower back and hips - fuck you all. Also, fuck you winter and that yes, I do have proper cold-weather running gear but because of the dark & cold I don’t WANT to run outside. Also: fuck you, my lazy self. You have a treadmill you lazy POS - get your lazy fatass off the couch and use it.
It’s freaking cold here (see Cat Whisperer’s post), cars don’t necessarily like to start and even newish cars they recommend plugging in when it gets this cold. So how about if you aren’t going to plug your car in, you don’t park in front of the outlets and leave them open for people who DO plug their car in. Ok? Or at least park properly so others can park. You see those outlets on the wall? They are right between two stalls, one for each. If the outlet is either just to the left or the right of your car, congrats! You have parked between the lines despite there being snow hiding them. If the outlet is somewhere in the middle of your car, you’re an idiotic fucknugget who probably can’t even park properly on a clear summer day with freshly painted lines.
I was able to find a stall despite being late, with an outlet even! But this drives me batty, every winter it happens and only about half the people parked by the wall actually plug in. It’s not any further to park on the side out from the wall! I know I’m latecomer to the party, I can suck it up if I have to and go start my car periodically but they aren’t even taking advantage of the whole reason to park there! It’s not a windbreak of any kind, the wind generally howls from a different area making it moot where you park.
Is there, like, a secret handshake for the non-woo-y members of the profession? Maybe a certificate you guys could hang on your doors? So we know what we’re getting into. Oooh! Or, or, or, a database I could look you up on, on the Web, just like I can look up who takes my insurance.
I bet your doggie will be fine. Doggies are like that one SNL skit with Bill Murray and Steve Martin – “What the hell is THAT?!” – only they don’t just point at the That and warn each other not to put their lips on it, they also try eating it. Just to find out if they can.
Hope your poochie’s OK, Kolga. After improvement and/or vet visit, come back with report.
Me? I may have to kill Mr. Horseshoe’s buddy, the one who gave him a 2-CD compliation of Queen. I respect and admire Mercury as an artist and performer but GODDAMMIT I am so tired of having them stuck in my head. I’m starting day THREE of hearing “Killer Queen” overandoverandover from the recesses of my brain.
