Ah. The Rock. I’m familliar. There’s a big one just down the road from here. It’s also attracting middle aged women who like to all go together, like a big party, apparently. The lady who does my nails is getting into that with some of her other clients.
I thought they were the same thing, multiplying being more people, frutiful being, well, more people. 
For me, being fruitful means downing a Pear Cider (Grower’s, which I can only buy in fucking Western fucking Canada) and eating a handful of strawberries.
:eek: It’s a church chain?
There are no words. There are no words.
(Is it actually the same one?)
Depends on your definition of “fruit”. I focus on the juice, not the seeds, myself.
I have to socialize on occasion with a group of these people. They can talk of nothing other than work, their kids’ sports accomplishments, work and work. Any attempt to try to delve even lightly into any other topic is rebuffed by steering the conversation back to those two topics.
Honest to God, with no exaggeration whatsoever, I can say that I would rather go to the dentist than sit there, absorbing the verbal equivellent of watching paint dry.
My neighbor is the same way. She has a *lot *to say, and not a single bit of it is even remotely interesting. She yammers on and on about what plants she’s buying for the front yard, all of the errands she ran today and isn’t it *hot *outside?
The worst part of this is that she won’t let you politely disengage. Whenever she sees a chance to talk, she rushes out to capture the person before they escape. You can politely say that it’s been lovely, but you have to go and she’ll keep right on talking. If you start to edge back, saying you need to be somewhere, she’ll follow you, increasing the speed of her voice to try to get it all out before you get away. I swear to Baby Jesus, I could tell her my house was on fire and she’d continue to yap, increasing her speed until she starts to sound like an auctioneer.
Once, my husband was carrying a load of landscape bricks from the truck to the front yard. Neighbor Lady stepped in his path and started blathering about how warm it was, and how she’d been wanting to do some yardwork but it was so hot and she’d been so busy! She’d been to the grocery store-- and did you know that they had a terrific deal on Tide detergent right now?-- and then she’d gone to the post office where she’d seen Mindy and. . . .
Hubby’s legs began to tremble from the effort of clutching the bricks, but she did not notice, intent on talking as much as possible in the few moments she could wrest from him. He finally had to end up walking away from her or drop the bricks where he stood.
I have been late to work before because I have hidden in my house, peeping from behind the curtains until she went back inside and I could make a hail-mary dash for my car. Smokers will appreciate how serious I am in avoiding her when I say that if I am out of cigarettes, I’ll deal with the nicotine craving rather than leave my house if I see her outside.
We know her ex-husband. Hubby once asked him why they’d split up. The husband said that she was a really nice person and they got along well, but in the fifteen years they were married she did not shut up for a moment. He wanted a divorce simply because he couldn’t take it any more.
If I contracted instead of having a position with these folks, one of the things I’d charge extra for is people who f—ing talk. As you say, the weather, what did I do for the Summer (worked, you idiot, like I’m trying to do now.)
I wouldn’t hide if I needed smokes, I’d blow it in her face.
It’s as though they must talk. Like I was drowning and they must pull me to shore.
You live next to Hyacinth Bucket.
You got it. The Rock Ministries. Although the website does not appear to affiliate one church with another, they’re both by, “blahblah Ministries” so, yeah. A chain. There’s another chain that started right here in my very neighborhood. It’s a mecca for “reformed” junkies. I say “reformed” because a great many of them aren’t, and it’s a good way to put up a front of being saved and clean and just simply down on one’s luck and trying really hard to gain a normal life through the church. Great googly moogly…you’d think that the really reformed ones would do something about it, but alas, they’re more focused on making the church bigger and opening thrift stores and shit.
Maybe you missed out on an orgy, fetus.
The descriptions here are putting me in mind of Buddy Jesus from “Dogma.”
Faruiza’s description is reminding me of one of the funniest things I saw on “Will and Grace,” which I did not watch too often - that group that they went to that was full of “reformed” gay people, who were all using it as a place to hook-up. 
OK, I have a new rant. A woman my wife works with, and her husband have to move. They had recently got a kitten for their young daughter. It spent just enough time with them to get fully bonded with the little girl. Then the need to move came up. The father is going overseas on work, and the mother and girl are going to live with Grandma until he comes back. So the dad took the kitten to the pound. You know, the one where they kill animals that don’t get adopted.
The little girl asked her mother where the kitty was. She told her it was with us. My wife learned of this, and was livid, which is unusual for her. I don’t blame her. I’m even more livid that this unconcscionalbe bitch could not only lie to her kid, but implicate us in it, and expect my wife to participate in a lie to keep the kid from finding out what a lying bitch her mother is.
So now we have to go to the pound and adopt this cat and pay all the fees, and get her fixed and vaccinated, and bring her home, where we already have three other cats. These people could have, I dunno, just have given the cat to us. Now we have to cover up for her lies and deceptions and pay a couple hundred bucks for a cat that we didn’t really want to have. We can’t let it die. Of course, we will love the kitty and not treat it like an unwanted guest. It can’t help who used to own it.
I am very upset with this woman, and I’ve never met her. If I do, I won’t have any trouble telling her exactly what I think of someone who would get their kid a cat, then without warning, consign it to the death camp, and tell her kid that it’s fine and with us. The kid knows my wife and likes her a lot. My wife is incapable of summoning up enough anger to tell this woman off. When she explained to the bitch what we were doing, she laughed. Somebody needs a shot in the fuckin’ head.
Thanks for adopting the kitty tho, fishbicycle. You are getting some really good Karma.
Agreed. Good man.
To the head salesmen:
I want the information on the mockup request sheet. Yes, that means you have to write it twice. Stop whining and do it.
I’m not doing this to be a bitch, I’m doing it because it makes my job easier.
You buy heads?!?!?!?!?! Wow!
I take my own.
Wuss. :rolleyes:
Dammit Amazon, I just wanna buy books! Lots of books from doper reccomendations, but nooooo. No books for manx, just a big white screen of slow. TOO SLOW!
To certain spammers: I am a straight, single female who believes adultery is inexcusable. Sending me links to websites where I can see hot, married women banging away does not make me want to visit your website. It does make me hot, but it makes me want to bang away at the computers which host your website with a ballpeen hammer.
Good as Yahoo!‘s spam filter is, it usually doesn’t catch these, and I’m getting one or two a day. I know I should be grateful I don’t get much spam – I’ve seen some coworkers’ in boxes – but I really do find the whole concept of what they’re advertising morally offensive. I’ve considered turning them in to the Direct Marketing Association, but, if you’ll excuse my saying so, something tells me that that would be one of the few times the spammers doing this don’t give a fuck.
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I hereby rant on the Spanish Minister of the Interior, who has recently declared that ETA’s extortion letters to business owners or high-level workers do not exist.
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This happens even outside of the Basque areas?[/QUOTE]
Depends on how you define the Basque areas. Those nonexistent fellers define it more widely than I would. AFAIK they’ve sent extortion letters in Navarra, Euskadi, Cantabria, Rioja, Catalonia, Madrid and the french basque regions. May have sent elsewhere.
Oh, this reminds me of a book-related rant (I’ve posted it here before, but I don’t think it was in this thread, although this thread is so long now that I might start to repeat myself soon ) - you know how the Canadian dollar is about 10 cents lower than the American dollar now? How that make the exchange rate about 10%? Well, the books we are supposed to buy here in Canada have two prices on them - the U.S. price, and the Canadian price. The Canadian price is still about 30% higher than the U.S. price. That was all well and good when our dollar was 30% lower than the U.S. dollar, but as we approach par, it’s getting to be a bigger and bigger hose job*. My brother-in-law has suggested buying books online to minimize this gouge. I’ll have to look into that, as well as making it clear to local bookstores why I’m not giving them my money.
*Books weren’t always 30% higher here; that happened when the Canadian dollar dropped so low compared to the U.S. dollar.
OH, fishbicycleb, you’re not planning to give the kitten back to the little girl if she can take it again in the future, are you? Have you discussed how you would deal with that if it arises? And YAY! KITTEN!