To the bitch in the blue Jeep in front of me this morning:
you kept creeping impatiently forward at the red, but you wouldn’t go at the green until the guy behind me honked? GO already!
and
WTF is up with the “I heart Joshua” bumper sticker? I am puzzled. Do you have … a son named Joshua? A ferret?
That reminds me: the other day I saw a dirty car with finger-writing on it. One of them was, verbatim:
I <3 Jessica
Look, if you’re writing by hand you can do a regular, right-side-up heart! You don’t have to do the little carat and numeral three thing! A normal, regular heart!! Dammit!
(Wait … a carat is the ^ thing, right? Pointing up? What’s the name of the ones that point side to side: < and > ? Fight mah ignorance!!)
< is the less-than sign, > is the greater-than sign. If you’re using both, referring to them in HTML or other code, then you can call them both angle brackets.
Carat is the weight unit for diamonds. I thought the ^ was called a “caret” in English, but m-W says it’s a symbol which looks like that, but used “to indicate the place in a text where something needs to be inserted”, so what would it be called when it’s on top of a letter? They translate the Spanish name, acento circunflejo, as circumflex accent (well, the circunflejo to circumflex).
5 gallon jerry can, basic diesel fuel, spooge into oil tank. It is exactly the same fuel as what they would be pouring into your tank. Many poor people fuel their houses 5 gallons at a time. We do it, have for years. When it costs on the order of $1000 to fill our tank, obviously we don’t manage it as we live paycheck to paycheck, and mrAru got laid off last week. We are now heating entirely with wood and saving the fuel oil for hot water. We have 40 acres of woods behind our farm that we can scavenge squaw trees from.
How long would 5 gallons last, though? Would I just pour it into the tank from the outside like the delivery people do?
Right now I’m using a couple of space heaters and an electric lap robe. I’ve got styrofoam and/or thermal drapes over most of the windows (gotta love old drafty houses). I’m in a semi-urban area; we’ve got no woods to speak of, although I suppose I could collect tinder from the trees out back. We haven’t used our fireplace in years.
I’ve never dealt with this before, so I’m kind of at a loss.
Why have I not moved somewhere it doesn’t fucking snow?? I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve nearly gotten hit by some dumbass who thinks that because they have a 4WD it’s all peachy.
The cold is making all my joints and old injuries ache, and when I ache I get grumpy. I wonder every year why I put myself through this.
I’m supposed to visit a friend, leaving Saturday afternoon. From Chicago. We’re supposed to get snow tomorrow, but my airline’s still issuing a travel advisory. So I could change my flight. Except the snow will probably be basically over by tomorrow night/early Saturday morning. Probably. Oh, and I don’t get to schedule an extra day there if I do change my flight, and it’s right on the bleedin’ cusp of “well, it should be all right.” I like my decisions clear cut.
In the meantime, I need to finish this grad school application, but the basement is so cold that I think my right foot’s a block of effing ice. It’s a tad distracting. And these application essay things always feel so forced anyway. Bleh.
At this point in time telling the bank to fuck off and walking out of the mortgage is looking nicer and nicer. sigh I really do not need stress at this point in time. I was just sort of getting a handle on my overall health. Stress will not do me any good =(
I feel for you. I had that too for several years. I got sick and lost thirty pounds and had to start exercising more, and it finally went away, but it really sucks. Now I have chronic pancreatitis and type II diabetes, but at least my feet don’t hurt, and those two conditions are somewhat manageable.
One thing that seemed to help was stretching my feet before getting out of bed and before getting up after sitting for a while. I still do that, writing the alphabet with my feet.
Yes, the first one failed in a spectacular fashion. The doctor obviously underestimated my super-sperm and their ability to smash through any barrier (other than latex, strangely enough). Unfortunately he was wise enough to make me aware of the small chance of failure and so is off the hook and my plans to make millions and retire are laid to rest in the junkyard of failed ideas.
On the plus side, I do get to jack off into a cup in 3 months! YAY!
That truly sucks. My advice is to stop going barefoot at any time, even from the bed to the bathroom (boy, I hate this but I have learned…) and use ice liberally. Also, the Dr. Sholes Shoales Sholles (how the heck do you spell that anyway?) inserts designed specifically for this condition really helped me. And it did finally (FINALLY) go away, but I still have to be really diligent about not going barefoot.
Heh. Come to Texas. High yesterday was 72 F, and today’s supposed to be even warmer. Now, that’s unseasonably warm, mind you - we got close to a foot of snow around this time last year - because of the La Nina weather patterns, but there you have it: t-shirt weather in January.
Of course, you also have to be able to tolerate it being 108 F (with no heat index - just straight-up temps) for most of the summer.
Now, that’s unseasonably warm, mind you - we got close to a foot of snow around this time last year - because of the La Nina weather patterns, but there you have it: t-shirt weather in January.