Really, really, really minor rant. My parent’s local newspaper printed an O’Reilly column in the editorial section and it’s possibly one of the most retarded things I’ve ever read. Someone let him get ahold of some poll about tv viewing habits and he was crowing about republicans preferring shows like This Old House and Swamp People because they showed how conservatives are focused on fixing things and The Real American People while liberals watch sissy stoner crap like Jon Stewart and stuffy pretentious drama like Masterpiece Theater. And then, to top it all off, he ends the article with some lame line about the only real conclusion that can be drawn is that people have too much time on their hands. A) If you’re going to be insulting, at least have the convictions to stand by your insults until the next editorial, please. B) People have too much time on their hands is an obvious remark on par with War is Hell. Have something new to say or stop wasting everyone’s time. C)His comments about Cougartown reveal that either he or whoever does the research and factchecking for his columns has done nothing more than read some critic’s review of the pilot episode. (All you haters, shut up about my Culdesac Crew.)
You know, it would be much easier to respond to polls if the questions weren’t so narrow. Apparently technical positions don’t exist, but then, neither do microbusinesses…
A real WTF for my city–the ‘Holiday’ tree on city hall plaza was decorated with net lights this year.
The effect is it is wrapped in a illuminated flour sack straight jacket.
Whatinthefrack were they thinking?
I don’t use Gmail OR Yahoo as my email. However, nowadays it seems that when I click on the “Contact Us” button, those are my only choices. Maybe there’s some way of using Hotmail, but I can’t be bothered to poke around any more than I already have.
During our three years of miscarriage hell, I solved this problem in a way that was totally me. Whenever someone would ask when we were having a baby, they would get all the shit that had gone on in great detail. That person would never ask again.
Also, it made it a lot easier to deal with all the miscarriages when the people around me knew why I was being emotional.
If you can’t do that with everyone, I would at least tell my close friends and family that it is completely NOT COOL to talk about it and that you will keep them updated.
If they still do it, telling them the STFU is the way to go.
OK, I admit, it is now the 22nd, and only Grinches bitch about carols this week. But a contingent of my co-workers is going around “caroling” to various parts of the very open building and singing all the pop carols I like least but that earworm the hardest. 
Grumble grumble. Where’s my earplugs…
I heartily pit the jerk who ran over my BIL as he was walking on the side of the road yesterday and did not stop. BIL has broken facial bones and a crushed sinus cavity among other injuries. The driver of the pickup never even slowed down. Nice going, dude.
When my wife and I were trying to have kids there was a family friend who would always joke about “Don’t you know how it’s done?” Finally one day my wife said, “I thought I did. Could you explain it to me just so I know I’m doing the correct things?”
He never asked again.
Hmmm… That sure had the possibility of “backfiring” on her, don’t you think? 
Wife, “I thought I did. Could you explain it to me just so I know I’m doing the correct things?”
‘Family friend’, “I’m not all that good at explaining things verbally, how 'bout I give you some ‘hands-on’ demonstrations instead.” :eek:
Just sayin’… 
My close friends and family are pretty good about it. I don’t mind talking to them because they don’t push. My husband’s family, OTOH, likes to leave cutesy messages on my Facebook page, trying to be cryptic and funny, when in reality, it hurts like a mofo to read them. Telling them to STFU would probably start WWIII, but it would also make my FIL laugh like a hyena if I did (even if he doesn’t know the real reason), and since he and I have always been on shaky ground, I’d do it just to make him happy once :).
Tucking that away for the future, if needed. I love that. What’s gotten more difficult is that my husband was on board before, but lately, he keeps saying things like “We definitely need another baby around here by next Christmas” or “Our family’s not complete yet, and we’ll do whatever it takes, okay?”. He was the one who always said he’d be happy with just one, but I can see how much he wants to have a sibling for our five-year-old son now, and I know the comments hurt him, too, especially since they’re coming from his family.
Pickles.
I love pickles, but why in baby Buddha’s name do fast food burgers have to have so many? It’s like they are competing to see how many pickles can be smashed onto my burger.
You can’t email a Gmail or Yahoo person from another email company?
Warning: Really petty rant ahead. I don’t care. It bugs me.
My in-laws love to lavish gifts on our kids (their grandkids). At Christmas, it gets a little ridiculous, but that’s fine…grandparents have the right to spoil the grandkids–that’s what they’re there for. They can buy out Toys-r-Us for all I care, but for fucks sake, I wish they wouldn’t sign the cards “Santa” and tell the kids that he made an early stop at your house to drop off these gifts.
First, that’s stupid. Second, you *had *your turn at being Santa. Hubby and I are the parents, *we’re *Santa now, bitches! When “Santa” is spread out over a couple of days, it dilutes the fun. Why can’t the presents just be from Grandma and Grandpa?
See? I told you it was petty. Bah Humbug.
Why do fast food burgers have so few pickles? On the few occasions when I ask for extra pickles they put maybe 4 on. That should be the bare minimum. If you only have one or two you might as well not be having them, or ask for “light pickles”.
Looking for an “I actually mean this smiley” but I actually do mean this.
Aw, man, that’s terrible. 
I want you to know that I’ve added “crushed sinus cavity” to my list of things I neverever want to experience. Wishing him a speedy recovery.
When I am browsing a website, and wish to contact the website people, there’s a button that says something like “contact us”, which opens up a popup window which asks whether I want to use my Gmail or Yahoo email account. I can and do email people with Gmail and Yahoo accounts all the time from my Hotmail address. It’s just that whoever wrote the script for opening up that little window never considered that possibly some person might NOT have a Yahoo or Gmail address, and who also doesn’t WANT such an address.
Huh, I guess I’ve never run across any of those sites - are they trying to sell something? Seems counter-productive.
I don’t have a Gmail or Yahoo email account either!
The most recent example of this script was a webcomic, Girls With Slingshots.
You tried to drive in through the EXIT lane. Don’t fucking glare at me for being in your way. We drive on the right here, asshole.