I bet you’d have better luck looking between the U and the O.
Another cat rant (with pictures to soften the blow):
Mimi, you know I love you very much. You are a darling, lovable cat who I sometimes want to throw across the room. You are also Eeevil. Could you perhaps tell me what you did with the bracelet Jody & Shaun got me for my birthday? I saw you run off with, even after I yelled at you to put it down. I can’t even imagine what you did with it, because I followed you to the living room and found you laying innocently on the carpet, no bracelet in site. You seem to have a penchant for stealing things, and they are never found again. Are you perhaps selling them on e-Bay?
Seth: You saw how much effort I had to put in to convince Nic to adopt you. Still, you steal my yarn, shred it, and drool all over it. I so kindly offered you the acrylic blend, but that was not good enough. It had to be stolen, and it had to be the good yarn. Please, stay away from my wool/silk blends and mohair.
While we’re on the subject of stealing: what’s with the socks? I find them all over the house, and I can’t figure out where you’re getting them. Do you open the drawers, take socks, and then close them again afterwards?
Driving rant:
This has happened to me FOUR fucking times in the last two days. All fucking mini-vans. You CANnot simply drift into my lane, no turn signal or sign, nearly driving me off the road, without even once turning your head. I saw you, you bitch. You were all women and all didn’t look around once… Could you stop giving us women drivers a bad name? Bitches.
Oooh what pretty kitties! I don’t care if they steal stuff. I still wanna scratch Seth’s orange back.
I have a longhaired Maine Coon kitty who is just as beautiful. One of these days I’ll figure out how to post a picture link so I can show her off to the world.
Ooh, I’ve got a good one - I can deposit any money into pokerroom from either of my credit cards. My VISA won’t work because they don’t allow transactions from online gambline sites - the M/C won’t work for reasons no one will tell me - probably the same shit. What next? I can’t use my plastic for buying trashy books? Can’t buy stuff from that site because they don’t approve of the messages on the t-shirts? You know what, VISA? I’m almost 40 years old. If I want to go gamble online, by god, I am going to GO GAMBLE ONLINE! You know what would be even better than half-assedly protecting me from myself? Reduce your friggin’ interest rates so they don’t look quite so much like government-sanctioned robbery.
“Can’t,” dammit! The difference a “t” makes.
Hey samclem - FUCK YOU! You are an asshole. Do you get your jollies launching personal attacks against people for imaginary transgressions? Merely asking why the police can’t do something about it does not mean I am “complaining” about the police.
How could I have phrased that to please your Inner Whining Monologue? Perhaps:
Again, go fuck yourself. Merely asking why the cops do or don’t do something does not constitute a complaint. If I wanted to complain I’d say something like:
Get it? Now why don’t you go picket somebody’s funeral. Sounds like your kind of gig.
Mother told me not to post here…
Hubby has some co-workers who have said to me, “All you do in the evening is play computer games or read?” Their tone is incredulous because they think playing computer games is dumb and reading is something you only do if it’s a requirement.* They spend every evening bar-hopping, which is a much better use of time.
They feel they have to “rescue” us. Apparently, the only reason we’re not out “enjoying life” is because we’re ignorant of bars’ existance. They nag until we cave and agree to go. I hate it. I can say with complete honesty that I’d rather go to the dentist to have a cavity filled. It’s loud, it’s crowded and the people can’t talk about anything but work and their kids’ after-school activites. After sitting in this unpleasant environment or an hour or so, it’s time to move on to the next (virtually identical) location.
We once went on a short trip with these people. Lifting one of my bags, one of the men said it was heavy and asked what was in it. My answer made him reply in a tone of bewilderment: “It’s books? You brought books with you?” What a bizarre thing to bring on a vacation!
- We don’t invite them to our home any longer. I couldn’t stand hearing “Have you read *all *of these books?” one more time.
Oh, god. My coworkers are the same way. The can’t think of a better evening then to sit in a crowded bar and drink. They don’t get drunk anymore, but I can’t find this interesting at all. I don’t drink beer, and I’d much rather have my nose deep in a book. Sometimes I wish I could just not go out with them, but there’s only three of us so I can’t say no all the time.
Stupid UCLA:
If you’re only going to offer 6 classes in my whole major, 2 of them graduate courses, at least make the other 4 not have scheduling conflicts! I’m going to be at campus 60 hours a week for a measly 12 credits!
Well at least I’ll get a lot (a lot) of studying and swimming done.
You know, if your internet is broken for 3 months because of something we did, you know like break the DSLAM, screw up your wiring, withdraw your account when you wanted a plan upgrade etc. etc. Then yes, you’re entitled to a credit/refund/some free months and we’ll happily give it to you.
HOWEVER, if on your last call to us you complained of multiple issues with .dll errors and illegal operations, AND we suggested you seek a windows PC tech as we couldn’t support that issue (whilst also confirming that your modem itself was online and responding to a ping tet), AFTER that point if you then decided NOT to go and see the tech, and not to bother calling and letting us know for the next 3 months that you were still having problems, then you’re not entitled to jack shit!
Your modem’s online, it’s working. It’s your spyware-riddled-keylogger-filled-pr0n-cached piece of shit machine. If you can’t be bothered getting that sorted, then problem belongum you.
Did I mention lack of reading comprehension? I did, didn’t I? Well, let me just say that although it makes me crinkle my nose in irritation here on the Dope, I’ve begun occasionally perusing the comments of another site (after said news items are submitted) and I had NO FUCKING CLUE how bad it was elsewhere. Uh, I knew some, but nothing close to having to skim over the same posts 14 times within a thread of only 25 to begin with. Not to mention, whatever the hell it is, usually gets mentioned by the second one in.
I hang my head in shame to have ever gotten disgruntled about what happens here in that regard. I am an idiot who truly doesn’t need to journey out into the larger internets world without protective gear. Or a chaperon.
Dipshit assholes.
Mini-rant about Comcast, Part 2:
So, in the last two weeks, we’ve had two appointments for a tech person to come to the house, but none showed up. The internet signal went out every day for a total of up to seven hours each. I called them every day. Each person I got on the phone was stupider than the last. A guy told me the problem was the splitter that splits the incoming cable between the TV and the modem. Oh, sure, that causes the modem to go dead. I turned the job of talking to these morons over to my wife.
She called and discovered that we had an appointment for a guy to come here today (Thursday) between 2 and 6, except I didn’t schedule one, and we wouldn’t have been home. So my wife drove over to Comcast to exchange modems. She brought it home. I connected it up. It wasn’t plugged in for three minutes, when the transformer in the power adapter fried, likely because it was the wrong polarity and/or power spec. My wife called them back. A person said to her, and I quote, “Have you checked your electrical plugs?” Three hours later, I got it to power up with another adapter. All it would do is display an internally-generated Comcast page on the screen, with a link to go to setup on the web. Except the link did nothing, in either IE or Netscape. Tech support kept her on hold for half an hour. I told her to hang up.
Today, she went back and got another modem, brought it home, and it did the same thing, without the adapter frying out. But this time, my wife got the one competent person working at Comcast. He asked her to read some numbers off the rear panel of the modem, put her on hold for a couple of minutes, and we had internet. It hasn’t gone down (yet).
Where on earth do they find these people working the phones there? How do they figure that incompetence fosters goodwill? At least, now it works. As for the rest of this ordeal, holy shit…
Like burned as in smoke came out the back?
Yep, I heard it go “ssssss - pop!” and a wisp of acrid, electrical smoke came out of the power adapter.
The word is “Oriented”. “I’ll let you get oriented to your new surroundings” or “why not take a moment to orient yourself to the dayroom and I’ll have one of your fellow prisoners introduce you to the Aryan cheerleading squad” or “The exploding enema sending a burst of mercury from his rectum to his brain in less than a second left Sidney disoriented”. Notice that the Karen Carpenter rule applies for this word, i.e. no ATE anywhere. It is not “orientated”, “orientate” or “disorientate”. Gjaodjfadfj. Just one of my major semantic peeves.
ATTENTION COLLEGE PROFESSORS: Your Ph.D. in [I’ll go with…hmmm… history, but it could be any subject] means that you’re an expert on… history. Technically it means you’re an expert on a particular aspect of history- English politics of the 19th century say, or Franco-German relations in the 1930s or the rise of mercantilism, not even all of history. Please get it through your head that when speaking on other subjects your education in [insert subject here] has no more baring than that of any other person who happens to have read the same books or articles and that the Ph.D. does not make you an expert on everything from barbecuing steak fingers to how welfare should be distributed to the advantages of a flat managerial structure in Melbourne Australia youth hostels. (Major problem in academia: it’s show business with all the ego and none of the glamour of money.)
To actors and directors in community/college level theater who take it wayyyyy too fucking seriously: it’s one thing to take your performance seriously, but for God’s sake loosen up. This is community college, nobody expects it to be Broadway, have some friggin’ fun, let the rest of us have some fun, and just do the best you can and above all DO. NOT. TALK. ANYWHERE. WITHIN. EARSHOT. OF. ME. ABOUT. METHOD. OR. THEORY. OR. MOTIVATION. OR. “YOUR CRAFT”. To quote Katharine Hepburn, “Oh for God’s sake, craft my ass… Shirley Temple was doing it perfectly well at three.”
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OK, wow. Ghanima just stepped up the intensity of this thread by several wide notches. Did you not catch the “tiny” part of “tiny rants?” Your post would have been a more than passable Pit thread all its own! 
Oh AMEN AMEN AMEN!!
And you damned “training for the Tour de France speed demon psycho bikers”.
LET. SOMEONE. KNOW you’re coming around! It’s simple etiquette. Three itty bitty words, “on your left”. How hard is this to do?
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One does not have to have one’s dog in training mode 24/7. If you are out on the multi-use trails the dog is not going to suddenly forget all of her training just because she got to walk on the other side for once.
And are you trying to tell us that you keep your poor dog in heel for an entire walk? (I don’t know about you, but when I take my dog for a walk I’m gone about an hour). And last, where do you live that there is no grass on both sides of the trail, if not on part of the trail itself.
IIRC we have about 500 miles of trails, some are paved, many are dirt, more are hiking trails in the woods.
What the previous poster described is simple trail etiquette, when in Rome and all that. Of course you must do what you must do, but it’s inconsiderate if you allow your dog to “string out” all along the trail in the middle and to your left.