Same thing goes when eating spaghetti. Apparently babies and small children are convinced that either they can absorb nutrition through the skin, or that various foods are wonderful facial masks.
Yeah, why didn’t you honk? That’s what the horn is FOR.
You just made a bunch of OTHER people miss the light, too. (If there WERE other people behind you, I mean. I wasn’t there.)
We are temporarily staying at my mom’s house, and my son came up to me today and asked me why Uncle Alex’s toenails were in the living room.
QUOI??
I go to investigate. Sure enough, my 24 year old brother had apparently indulged in some grooming, and his TOENAIL CLIPPINGS were in a little pile on the LIVING ROOM OTTOMAN.
You gross fucking slob. I clean this house constantly, mainly because I can’t handle the squalor and my mom is disabled and cannot. But I draw the line when you start leaving fucking body parts lying around. Jesus, man, get it together.
About six years ago a now former friend was sitting on the couch talking when he asked if I had some nail clippers, which I produced. He then started clipping his fingernails and letting the clippings fall on my carpet. When said “What the hell are you doing?”, he said “What? You vacuum, don’t you?”
:smack:
Yes I do, but that doesn’t mean you’re free to just drop shit on my carpet. I also walk around barefoot, and I don’t care to get stabbed by your clippings, or have to vacuum the minute you leave, JACKASS.
Probably 20 years before that it was some other dumbass who deseeded his pot and then just tossed the seeds on my floor, then acted confused when I wasn’t happy about it.
I will never understand that way of thinking about other people’s property and/or how to act as a guest in other people’s houses.
Seems the real process should be: put the baby in the empty bathtub, give cantaloupe, fill tub, hose down baby and bathroom.
I think that may actually be the worst part of it- the fact that he is just completely, utterly unaware that such things might not be acceptable.
As for me, after working a graveyard shift, doing the get ready for school shuffle, and crock-potting a roast, I was too zombified to even address it with him. I wake up as my son gets home from school, so I just went ahead and let my 8-year old ask him, in glorious round eyed innocence, why he never cleans up his “leavings”.
So mini it’s micro but…
I’m in a hotel for a week. I’ll need a hotel for the same town two weeks from now, for one week. I’ll need a hotel in the same town for 2-3 months from mid-October. I pay for this hotel, but even if I didn’t, I’m not one of those people who think that “oh the company/client pays” is a reason to ask room service for a lobster when all you want is a fish stick salad.
In every other hotel where I’ve ever stayed, when I asked the desk for a reservation for another date I got comparable rates as through the internet; often they even assign me the same room I’ve already been in after checking that it was satisfactory. This time I was told “oh it’s September, rates change”. That’s fine, it’s to be expected, but the difference was very high. I got the reservation (it can be cancelled with no charges up to 24h before arrival), went to the web, found out that the internet rates for those same dates in this same hotel are only slightly higher than the ones I have now and got a reservation at the hotel across the street; I’ll cancel the other one at breakfast.
Is “duh” short for “dumb”? Because apparently dumb is what they think I am!
Exactly - I’m four or five cars back, so even though I’m watching, my honking isn’t going to have the same effect as the guy behind the guy texting instead of driving, and I’m likely to be the person stiffed on the light. Maybe we need a honking chain - I honk, the guy in front of me honks, the next guy honks, and the guy on the cellphone finally notices the light has changed.
I knew not to clink on the bug pics. I flipping KNEW it. But I did it anyhow.:smack:
One of the good things about having a colony of feral cats is that they usually kill the centipedes and snakes for me.
They are falling down on the job, though. For the last couple of nights I’ve been hearing something chewing under my living room. My home is on a hill, half of it is on a concrete slab and the other half has piers supporting it. The ferals live under the deck and front part of my house, how is it possible for rodent to not only survive, but chew stuff?
I can’t put poison out, due to the danger of the ferals eating the rodent. I’m so not going to crawl under the house to put traps out. I’m lazy and the ferals would probably just knock the traps around to get at the bait.
Tonight, I was reduced to standing on the deck and yelling at the ferals that if they didn’t do something about the rat, that I would stop feeding them. That worked about as well as anyone would expect.
And I’m flying to Oklahoma tomorrow for Bill’s birthday. I am not upset about this, even though I hate to fly. I was planning to fly out to see him anyhow. Bill is the one who is upset. IMO, a trailor at the work site will be just fine, I just want to ravish his body, but Bill wanted something more special for this.
He’s going to all be crabby and apologic and stuff, and there isn’t enough room in one of those portable trailors for 2 people to shower together.
I am mildly vexed at Windows. You hear me!? Mildly vexed!
I’ve been trying to get Eclipse to work as a C++ IDE, and set it up to use the Visual C++ compiler, which is probably a pit worthy adventure in itself.
Either way, it seems that I had to maybe, possibly, add to my PATH environment variable the location of the compiler. Okay, fine. I’m comfortable with system variables. Let’s do this!
I’m a good little boy and check my environment variables to see if PATH exists first. Nope, just Path, the variables are case sensitive, just like in Unix, right? That’s why some of these are in ALLCAPS and others are mixed case.
No. No they are not case sensitive. PATH==Path on Windows. I’m not annoyed by THAT so much as the fact that when I told it to create a new environment variable and named it PATH that it overwrote the old one without warning me. What the hell, Windows, User Access Control wants to warn me if I so much as sneeze while trying to install something, but you don’t want to warn me when I’m about to overwrite the PATH variable? One of the most important variables to most operating systems’ operations? The one that pointed to my graphics dependencies, runtime environment installs, and pretty much every executable dependency on the system? Hell, you didn’t even ask me to elevate permissions to administrator when I went into the Environment Variable editor, ferchrissakes (interestingly, it DOES warn you for regedit, so it’s almost completely arbitrary). I really think you need to take a good, long mediation and consider what sorts of things need to be behind a warning window.
Luckily a System Restore fixed it, thank god. I’d be a lot more pissed if I had to reinstall Windows because of that.
To be totally fair, I’ve sort of done this inadvertently. My parents live in Maine, which has a lot of narrow, winding roads and frequently has bad road conditions.
The overall speed limit may be 55, but in the winding parts, there is one of those yellow “curve ahead, speed limit 35” signs approximately every 20 feet, which the locals don’t even notice. If you drive the road every day, you know where you really need to slow down for the curve and where you can blow by over the speed limit, but I’m not in the area often enough to learn these things. So I end up slowing down in the winding parts (although I usually stay pretty near the speed limit) and speeding up in the straight parts.
I let other cars pass me if I possibly can - I know how frustrating that behavior is - but sometimes, it’s just not possible.
flatlined, I take it it will be a “If the trailer is rocking, don’t come knocking” weekend?
d/r
Have a good weekend!
Pure awesome. Can’t write it off as nagging when it comes from a kid.
We had this problem, and it turned out to be wasps in the attic. You might want to get someone to look around.
Spent a half hour composing and reviewing a long post about why I didn’t feel like going to my D&D game tonight (or any more) because my DM keeps doing the same stupid shit over and over and not only not getting the message after repeated open revolts over it, but angrily defends his actions. Decided against the whole long post.
Going tonight out of being honor bound to other people to show.
But I had enough of my ex-wife repeating destructive and counter-productive behavior over and over while proclaiming she “had” to do it. This is the fourth time we’ve been in this boat here with this guy, reaching open player revolt each time, and I’m done with it. Given that I apparently hurt his feelings by trying to argue the point with him, it may well be the last session from his side too, he implied as much.
You don’t “have” to do destructive or counter productive things that hurt or anger other people or make things less fun for them. You “have” to NOT do them.
Only obsessive-compulsive crazy people keep doing them and insisting that they have to.
Thank you for the laugh. If I ever get there, I think I’m going to write that on a piece of paper and tape it to the front door 
That is a very good suggestion. I would not have ever thought about that. At first I scoffed because wasps like to build their nests up high, but then I remembered that I can walk under my deck, so from ground level in my front yard, that is up high. I’ll take a look when I get back. Thank you.
Now I’m ranting about the flight. Or, rather, the lack of flying. My plane was late because of storms somewhere else and now it appears as thought we will be delayed again because of storms in Phx. At least I’m waiting in the airport instead of on the plane.
And…I’ve just lost another pocketknife. When I was getting ready to leave work, I took it out of my pocket and put it on my desk because I knew I couldn’t have it on the flight. Somehow, while I was shutting comp down and clearing my desk, I must have picked it up and put it back in my pocket. Now I have to get another one and as The Vorlon warned me when I lost my last one, the new one will be sharp and I’ll cut myself.
My mini mini rant today. I brought my raincoat to work today because it was raining a bit this morning. I forgot it when I left work because it was sunny and warm.
I get to where I’m having a meeting this evening and of course it’s raining worse than it was this morning. Crap.
I can live without it for the weekend. I have two more at home (though less proper rain gear than the one I left at work) but its annoying that I had to get wet between my car and the meeting.
I’m early for once though, so I can at least dry off.
No gaming is better than bad gaming.
O hai, haven’t been reading thread, but I’m twiddling my thumbs at the moment, and am pretty f-ing annoyed.
My right contact lens is driving me insane enough to force me to gouge the whole goddamn eye out and burn it and the fucking scratchy-ass contact with it. I’ve checked, see no tear, have rinsed with solution, all is well for about a half hour, then it starts scratching the shit out of me again. And I have glasses, but I had them tightened a little bit too much apparently, and now they’re so tight that they hurt my face, so I’ve switched to contacts until I can take my ass to my optometrist and have my frames readjusted. Oh, yeah, and I’m out of town at the moment, so the only contacts I have on me are the ones whose right lens feels like sandpaper against my eyeball. And I’m blind as a fucking bat (contact rx 5.25 in each eye) so I can’t just make do without them.
GRRRRRRR! :mad:
Some DMs never get that the game is the cooperative intersection of the efforts of both the DM and the players.
It’s a very uncomfortable thing to walk from a game, but trying to stick it out is just too much in my experience.